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

[afterword]

A ship snuck up on us full of kids that were throwing rocks and trying to sink us. Looking around, there was some suspicious fins peeking out of the waters, our best bet was to avoid sinking if all possible. So, if the kids could not be coerced into stopping, how else do you suggest getting them to stop?

If one of us is thrown over to take charge, that would be one way to solve it.

[cranelike]

So you dropped me in with the sharks?

[afterword]

The sword was still safely tucked away in its crate so it was just how it was before. And you never really explained the "true form" thing during our task. [ Nevermind the fact that Dokja figured it out himself. ]

[cranelike]

Even without explaining, you shouldn't throw people's things out to sea. I kept Joonghyuk's sword safe even after you turned on me, afterall.

[afterword]

I would've thrown his as well if he had done the same thing as you.

[cranelike]

I'm not the one on trial here.

[afterword]

Ah, right, the trial. I forgot all about that.

[cranelike]

Beside, I was acting in self-defense.

[greatdeduction]

Throwing the rocks back! Or at the very least, warning the poor old man before merrily tossing him, and...mind you, he may be as thin as the sword he is, but that hardly guarantees your throw would've been true.

Why not throw yourself, hm?

[bloodread]

I threw Tsurumaru the second time, not him. And it worked.

[ Tsuru got thrown a lot that day. ]

[greatdeduction]

You threw him TWICE?????

[cranelike]

They did!

[bloodread]

Would you rather I have dropped him in the ocean? It was too far to throw him completely from the dock to the kids' boat so we improvised.

[afterword]

...You want us to throw rocks at kids. [ SHOLMES???? ]

I was focused with the task of gathering the crates, Akira had the most experience handling a boat, and Tsurumaru as you said is thin so he was the lightest to be able to heave over.

[greatdeduction]

If they're throwing rocks first, I don't see why a few shouldn't drive them off!

[Hmmmm.]

Did you...discuss this with him?

[afterword]

I wouldn't want to risk hitting children with rocks and hurting them, even if they did start it first. [ He's an adult. ]

We explained the plans as we were responding to the sudden ambush. We weren't exactly given a short break to discuss what other options we could come up with. [ But. ] Had they decided to have thrown me instead, I wouldn't have argued with a limited timeframe. [ He's had worse done to him. ]

[cranelike]

They didn't! They just picked me up and threw me without my consent!

[greatdeduction]

[>:O]

The fiends!