WEEK THREE MINGLE

[grigori]

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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Comments

[gregore]

[there's a tiny gold frog making his way downtown. people keep almost stepping on him! it's very rude. maybe it's because he's jittering like one of those horrible janky toy dogs from the 90s that were in front of every single KB Toys shop in the mall?

but he does recognize the people from the last world, so if you're wandering the markets, the tiny frog immediately latches onto your shoe and tries to hitch a ride.]

[malewife]

[ forg? ]

[gregore]

[oh you're scary

also, update: i've been informed of something. which is why when the forg sits on his shoe expectantly, a tiny frog sized droid zooms at mach fuck and hits joonghyuk in the leg.]

[malewife]

[ I GUESS HE JUST FALLS DOWN??? Joonghyuk blinks a couple of times, then stares at the droid.

WHAT THE FUCK. Looks at the frog. ]

Did you do this?

[gregore]

[screeeeeeeeeeeeeee

it slaps its tiny frog feet on the ground a few times. the droid waits patiently as the frog leaps up onto the droid's head and settles there. did it do this? maybe. maybe it got a commission.]

[malewife]

If you had a ride waiting, you should have stayed away from the paths.

[ Don't get squished. Joonghyuk will... look at the droid? Is it a steam droid? ]

[uncoincidental]

[forg!! so cute!!

sheba looks down when she feels something on her shoe, then crouches and holds out her hands so that the tiny gold frog can hop into it.]

Aww, aren't you cute?

[gregore]

[he does! he makes a squeaky sound and like, noses at her hand. mlem.

a small droid the size of a frog zooms past. skids to a stop, and then zooms backwards and stops right at sheba's feet.]

[uncoincidental]

[oh! a droid...

well, she'll stay crouched down for now. glancing between the frog and the droid - ]

Is this a friend of yours?

[gregore]

[happy squeak!

the droid waits patiently. the frog reaches out and slaps a foot on it. this is his ride.]

[greatdeduction]

Oh! My fine frogged-friend!

[And he's taking off his hat (which has. noticable holes in the top) to lower it to the frog.]

Climb on!

[gregore]

[FRIEND

forg leaps right onto that hat. why are there holes. as he does, a small droid zooms at top speed past him and into the crowd.

greg squeaks unhappily. there goes his other ride.]

[greatdeduction]

[why ARE there holes. there's two of them]

[and...oh no, frog. ur ride :( sholmes is putting his hat back on his head with greg in tow.]

What was that? Was it for you?

[gregore]

[sholmes is a furry. those are his ear holes.

another sad squeak. he flattens like a pancake on top of sholmes's hat, languishing in the misery of his ride being gone.

there's like, shouting and angry noises down the way where the droid went, though.]

[perfectdistance]

[forg?]

Stickin' around?

[gregore]

[RIBBITS! chews on his boot. it seems like he is sticking around, yeah.]

[perfectdistance]

[ He'll kneel down and offer a hand up to his shoulder if froggy will be more comfortable there. ]

[gregore]

[yay!! climbs up to his shoulder and just vibes here. where are we going, nero, what's on the docket today. adventures, hopefully.]

[powerplay]

[ Greg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[gregore]

[POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

greg launches himself at her face. love him.]

[powerplay]

[ She's not even a frog person in the remotest but there is a grand exception made for this little buddy. ]

What sounds do frogs make? Squeak squeak squeak...

[ Smooches for frog prince. ]

[gregore]

[the kiss gets him to slap his froggy feets happily.

he just launches into a series of squeaky noises. he is telling her something very important, apparently.]

[rerouter]

[sweet, sweet greg... monika and pygmalion stare. does this tiny frog want to ride on her shoulder instead.]

Oh! You followed us?

[gregore]

[yes. yes he does. kicky feets. she gets a squeak of agreement.]

[rerouter]

[she will guard this tiny frog with her life... onwards we ride, sweet child.]