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WEEK THREE MINGLE
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
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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private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
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[And he's taking off his hat (which has. noticable holes in the top) to lower it to the frog.]
Climb on!
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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.]
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[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?
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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.]
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[but sholmes is CURIOUS and PRONE TO INVESTIGATE so he's turning to the direction of where the droid went.]
Goodness, what in the world is happening there? Let us see, yes?
[RUNNING!! WHAT HAPPEN!!]
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sholmes zooms off in the direction of the commotion, only to find the droid had... attempted to take off? and now it's stuck in a bunch of netting, desperately trying to get out of the nets by employing rocket boosters.
the shopkeeper is losing their mind about it ruining their goods.]
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[POINTS!]
[Okay, no, he's coming over to the shopkeeper.]
Dear me, sir, what's the matter? I can help get the thing out of this mess and away from you.
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Yes, yes - is this yours? Take it, take it. Get it away from my things!
[greg is innocent and vibing. the droid continues to struggle.]
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[And yeah, he's just going to reach up to have one hand grab the droid, another to unwind the net off of it.]
Come now, let's not bother anyone else.
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and the shopkeeper continues to grumble until they're out of sight.]
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This yours?
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greg screes in delight. it does seem to be his! also, he opens his mouth and spits out a necklace into sholmes's hand. it glows blue. congrats.]
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Oh? Goodness. Is this yours? Are you giving it to me? I do thank you, my froggy friend.
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greg reeeeees happily. congrats.]