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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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At least your legs look nice in the dress.
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[crossing his legs.]
Yes, they most certainly do!
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[ nodding. ]
Though if being black and blue doesn't seem to match the color palette I'd pick for you.
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Rameel, this is gold and white.
[ARE YOU BLIND]
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No, it's clearly black and blue. Did something happen to your vision from the realization of Van Zolmes?
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[peering at it.]
Maybe in certain lighting.... [devolves into mumbling]
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[ nodding along with his mumbling. ]
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So Rameel sees it as black and blue as well...! Indeed, Mr. Sholmes, it cannot possibly be gold and white!
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Besides, it can be whatever color he wants if he's willing to wear it.
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You know...
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What?
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A lady shouldn't show off too much. Leave some for the imagination.
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[He regards the man coolly, even as he's draped over his shins.]
Has anyone told you it is quite rude for you to dictate what a lady can and can't do?
[And he's just shifting his leg to gently shove the man off.]
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Oh, that type, are you? I guess a man could enjoy being pushed around a little.
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[And now he's just going to use the bottom of his shoe to press into Kotetsu's forehead and push him away.]
Can you please keep your deranged fantasies to yourself? Mr. Kotetsu, I thought you better than this.
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Not a fan of a joke?
[ But reaches up to pat his knee and gets up, patting the dirt off of himself. ]
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[He's folding his arms, decidedly not amused.]
I would ask you to keep your hands to yourself.
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Message received loud and clear, Detective.