chasma | WEEK THREE MINGLE

ahnkeen: week 3 mingle

in the sands of time

32 Remain

Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The soft ripples of the canals and dulcet tones of otamatone fade from your ears, replaced by a steady, dry breeze and the ambient noise of the local populace filtering in through open windows. Another thing you'll notice is that it's warm - very warm. Light dress is recommended here.

You all awaken in your beds—although they aren't the beds that you found yourself falling asleep in previously, and you might not even see the same face as you had the previous night. But one by one, as you filter out, you find yourselves in a house, a bit on the older side but still comfortable. The decor is neutral and inoffensive, much like you'd expect of a place that sees many visitors.

Unlike the previous worlds you've visited, Ahnkeen is a bustling, busy place, full of people of all sorts - and not all are human, so please check your biases at the door. Though the world around them is dry and scarce of resources, the market town itself is alive and well, business booming, and the merchants here keep a close eye on their wares in case of any thieves.

Traversing down the streets of the housing district are the Temporals. For the most part they seem ready to receive everyone. Throwing their hands into the air and meandering down Rameel will be spearhead the introductions this time—their puma daemon trailing behind them. As an extra treat, they'll even seem to have their “black box” from previous with them this fine morning on full blast.

"Hello, hello everyone! WELCOME TO AHNKEEN!! The home to the great markets...probably. I hope more of you are used to these scenery changes by now, and by popular demand are your favorite Temporals. We've changed the set for the hat trick, but we won't stop there."

Satariel is standing close to Yomiel, their undercloak absent and their daemon raven-formed on their shoulder - it squawks after Rameel yells the welcome, but they offer everyone a warm smile. They do reach over to... turn down the "black box" of Rameel's, without looking, smile still intact. "For those of you that kept your things from previous worlds, especially the treasure from our adventures underwater, you might find that they come in handy here. We are in a market, after all."

The last Watcher has also shed their undercloak, staring at Rameel while their polecat daemon chitters. "Anyway," they turn to the rest with a vague gesture at Satariel. "Try not to steal too much this time. The last few worlds were pretty quiet, but you might run into trouble with the locals here if you keep that up."

With the new week, travelers will find that they are no longer connected physically and emotionally to another participant. As opposed to being drawn to one person in particular, they'll find themselves with the need to be physically close to any other participant they speak to. Go on, hold their hand, get your snuggle on - it'll make you feel better. This effect lasts all week.

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[ sche is in her canon bikini. im sorry to everyone in her general vicinity, and especially satariel. she also has her two dresses with her that she is miserably lugging around in this heat and trying to pawn off. ]

Good day, I'm trying to trade for some more appropriate clothing. These dresses are quite nice, but I do not see any reason to keep holding onto them, if they could get me something else that I desire.

[ she'd try pawning her mom jeans too but who needs those in the desert. ]

Oh, Miss Scheherazade, would you like some help in carrying those..? That's an awful lot to be carting around on your own.

[ satariel makes grabbyhands at the dresses - both of them, insistent. if they're flustered by how sche is dressed, it's hard to tell, and they seem more interested in helping her out. ]

It'd free you up to be able to actually browse the textiles and clothes, here, I can take both of them easily.

Oh, you're too kind. [ She is also handing over the dresses because again. they are heavy. they served her well in milder climates, but heavy cottons have no use here! 'what about when they world hop again' it doesn't matter, sche is gonna load up on whatever clothes she can here. ]

I would not want to burden you with the assumption that you could make my clothes, but, these styles are familiar to me. I could assist you, at the very least?

[ help me help you, as it were. ]

[ in a bid to be more helpful, satariel's raven hops down and shifts mid-landing into its bear form, chuffing and snuffling as its person drapes one dress over its back, then the other, carefully finding the most efficient way to fold them. they're deft with it, even though there's just. a lot of fabric.

the last two worlds' fashion choices are very different from this one in terms of poof. ]

Of course! These clothes aren't too different from where I'm from, either, so I think you and I can make short work of finding some things you like. And if you find a fabric that you really like, we can make a little exchange and I can speed-tailor something with some Watcher magic.

I think those are fair terms.

[ djinni is in mongoose form and takes refuge underneath satariel's daemon. there's a lot of feet stamping about, after all. ]

But you are from a place like this? Do you mind telling me about it? I am from a place like this as well.

[ she's also going to be getting to task and looking for nice lightweight fabrics - linens, especially. while she isn't going to fuss over colors as long as it's appropriate, she's more drawn to deep purples and dusty pinks. ]

[ djinni is offered sanctuary under the bear readily, as it shifts to make sure that the poor mongoose is safe - luckily, people will give bears a wide berth, especially a big boi like this one, regardless of whether they know what one is or not. ]

If you combined Otamo with this place, it'd be pretty similar! The city I was in before becoming a Watcher isn't nearly as green as Otamo all over, but it's not a complete desert like Ahnkeen, either. It's got canals and a harbor, but the market is just like this.

Oh, that sounds nice. It sounds as if you got the best of both, with the people and the water features. I am from the desert, so canals like that didn't exist.

[ She stops, for a moment, considering some purple fabric. ]

Is that why you're offering to help people? You already have experience with this.

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