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WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0
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.
full navigation
private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
Location Changes
TUESDAY
★ On Tuesday morning, a flower appears on a roof to serenade House 04.
★ The singing flower has been silenced... permanently.
WEDNESDAY
★ BIRDS EXIST, IDIOTS. - REVALI
★ There is now a single chicken skewer stuck in the ground in front of Revali's sign.
THURSDAY
★ By morning, the front door of each of the houses has evolved.
★ All around the city, the walls have eyes.
★ The snake is watching.
Local NPC Interactions
Talk to Satariel
if they notice you with an interest in something at a stall or shop, they'll sidle up. ] Need any help?
[ otherwise, they're in the central plaza (below the 2 on the location map), people watching from next to the fountain. ]
Talk to Rameel
Let's play a game. Out of everyone here, dead or alive, who would you beloathed, beloved, and betrothed?
I'll go first! My beloved would be no other than Yomiel. They make such a great foil to me; so serious and frowning all of the time. My betrothed would definitely be Satariel and I'd be a fool to think otherwise.
[ a moments pause and in a very serious tone: ]
My beloathed would be Qi Rong. I cannot support cannibals.
Talk to Yomiel
strangely, though, whenever you walk near yomiel, within about a three foot radius, you'll notice that the air gets significantly cooler, dropping to what might be considered a comfortable indoor temperature. walk away, and it fades back into desert heat. weird how that works. ]
MINI EVENT: EVERY DAY WE'RE HUSTLING
Yomiel is up front, bringing them a wave of cool air. Enjoy it before you go out on assignment! "You're making a lot of trades here, right? So we're going to help you earn some more stuff to trade with."
"The locals will appreciate it!" Satariel stands with them, having looped their arms. Suffer, Yomiel, in affection. "They've actually offered some jobs and errands, since it seems like this is peak season for them. They could use the extra hands!"
On Yomiel's other side, it's Rameel who is also clinging to them with their head against their's as they totally are taking advantage of cool air. "And as wonderful consumers and customers as we have become, it's only right that we take full advantage of this."
Once they finish speaking, Yomiel shoves them off. Time to get to work.
Hey there everyone, welcome to the week 3 mini-event! Hooray! While 100% optional, participation yields rewards for your characters.
As instructed on Tuesday in the Discord server, for this event, we ask that players split themselves up into eight groups of four. Feel free to coordinate further in the coordination channel, and head to chatter once you've gotten your assignments. Reply to the sign ups below for your assignment!
Mods will not be partaking in these threads, so feel free to get started on them under this thread. Once you've hit 30 or more comments, please turn the thread in for prizes, over here, by no later than 6PM EST / 3PM PST / 11PM GMT / 7AM JST / 10AM NZST on Friday. Prizes will go out later that evening!
ASSIGNMENTS
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Team pspspspsps
D'ya hear that?
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Team Capitalism and Questionable Child Labor
(Looking at A-qing and Allen.)
Aren't you a little young for this...
(ISNT THERE AN AGE REQUIREMENT FOR THE HOOKAH BAR)
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team weast (wonderful extreme asskicking super tops)
What the hell is a weast.
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TEAM KING GREG AND HIS ROUND TABLE!
[ he glances down his shirt at where greg is joining them for their venture, just chillin it seems now that his directives have been given. ]
In any case... [ polaris as a snowy ermine is perched on his shoulder, having a look about the market. ] I'd hate to take anything too expensive, let's see about keeping our thieving footprint fairly light. [ ppl gotta eat. ]
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Team Reze gets everyone a date
Well, that's not what he meant to write and beyond that it's definitely-
He scribbles it out fastly. Tries again. Scribbles that out. Picks up another pen. IT KEEPS HAPPENING. He's turning red.]
Wh-There's something wrong with these pens.
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team 20 million gald
Feels kinda sleazy taking a job like this... [ sigh. ] All right, so we're going to the hookah bar first? Think we oughtta come up with a game plan before we head in there?
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Team St*rbucks
[ uniform: ON. ]
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Team Twins x2
Psst! I don't think actually playing will help, unless any of you are really good at cheating at cards.
[He already knows Yukio probably isn't, but what about the A-twins?]
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TOWN HALL
Courtyard. 8 in the evening.
Which should be enough for everyone to wind down and also get something to eat after the mini-event. No, he is not providing food. Also, there will be... A bulletin board... I guess. I will summon that. We will say we paid for it. Also as a reference, this was last town hall. ]
Same thing as always. Here are some topics we can go over or follow up.
[ Joonghyuk is not verbose. A LIST.
- Otamo (general)
- Otamo Location Investigations
- Anhkeen (general)
- Anhkeen Location Investigations
- Otamo Field Trips
actual bulletin board
dead?? (1)
notes, written on the board (1)
OTAMO
Garden (1)
Canals (1, 2)
CYOA (1, 2)
ANHKEEN
Trading with Locals (1, 2)
Outpost (1)
Church (1)
yjh will never be useful again in town halls
GENERAL
deada
addendum
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ACCUMULATED NOTES
now in the right gd spot
OTAMO
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big cyoa deets
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ANHKEEN
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WEDNESDAY : PRE-TOWNHALL.
ALPHA / BETA / GRANDMA
There's a pause in the discussion, before Power shakes her head. ]
So we should be using our heads to think about this?
… You should be using your head all the time.
[ She thinks about this deeply, and after a moment, Power produces… two pairs or glasses. They're black-rimmed and very smart. She hands one to YJH. ]
I think Barry is the alpha of nerds. He has that feeling! And your buddy is a beta nerd. That makes the elf the third tier -- what was it again? Yeah! Grandma elf!
Isn't this about general attitude?
[ yes, this again, but with lowe. You will get responses from both Power and Joonghyuk! It is all FFA so threadjack as much as you want. Yes. yjh was doing this before the town hall. ]
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SLEEP TIGHT...
Your daemons aren't able to travel, either, so it's not just you. Any attempts to get a flying or swimming daemon through by alternative means will also fail to much the same results. Even beating on doors and windows and walls and barriers will do nothing but bring pain.
Whatever is happening, you're locked down for the night. Better get comfortable, and hope that it's not too crowded wherever you are. Any attempts to make contact with others in neighboring locations will go unheard, though maybe you can see one another..? It might make the night interesting, playing some charades.
But then, time still passes. As midnight arrives, you'll find yourselves hearing a song, no matter where you are. It's something hummed by a chorus of beautiful, possibly feminine voices—hard to say, with the distant quality of it—that resonates with each and every one of you.
Should you be somewhere that you can see outside, into the world that you've found yourselves in, you'll see the whorling and glittering lights of an aurora far above. All around you, the sounds of a distant rattling and creaking echoes fill the streets of the marketplace with the whisper of wind and sand. And, as the song seems to come to a close...
You fall asleep. Happy dreams, travelers.
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Unceremoniously, they roll down the steps, leaving splats of blood and something darker—something like ink—down the path until they come full stop on the ground face down. It’s hard to tell what kinds of wounds this body has because this bastard chose to wear black from the day they were born to the day they died.
They don’t move, they don’t breathe, but approaching the corpse will at least help you identify the body.
Yoo Joonghyuk is dead. ]
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[For one, the body is dressed strangely (but with a shirt and pants underneath this. whole ensemble). There's a black long-haired wig on their head, though the movement of the roll dislodges it, revealing a familiar characteristic poofiness of blonde hair underneath.]
[They come to a stop next to YJH, arms splayed out...and one might see that their left hand is missing, as if its been cut off cleanly from their wrist. Their visible skin looks...dark, reddened. But it's very clear that they're not breathing at all, eyes closed in a pained expression.]
[Herlock Sholmes is dead.]
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He's drenched in blood, absolutely covered in it, his shirt more of a horrific tie-dye of crimson, carmine, and scarlet than it should be. And he's turning to the sandstorm, giving it the middle finger of all things. His other hand is pressed against his upper abdomen, spots of pink visible underneath. ]
How's the view of my ass, you fuck?! [ His daemon is at his side, fur matted and askew with a bag in her mouth, and she turns to face the sandstorm too with a guttural growl. ]
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...For a couple minutes. But then there are more figures emerging from the serpent's mouth, two of them supporting each other as they go.
Alisaie is walking, but is similarly covered in blood--she's not drenched in it, as Akira is, but her right arm hangs uselessly at her side, a gaping, bleeding wound in her shoulder. Her daemon rides on her opposite shoulder, back arched as he stares into the skull behind them, hissing and snarling.
She turns herself to glance into the shadow of the skull, and it's clear at once that this isn't all there is; there's a long gash across the back of her dress, similarly stained, but then she turns back to front, continuing forward with the other.]
Taf, enough... we are returned.
[Thank the twelve.]
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RISE AND SHINE
a fight for your life is a hell of a clash,
enough to ensure business hours are closed
to come back later once the crime is exposed.
with fire comes smoke, and a slow demise
only to be found in another sunrise.
the lost are resigned to pass through darkness
and dwell on their regrets where time is endless.
Awaken, travelers, for two of your number have been lost. Surely you'll have questions, and the Watchers will answer as best they can. Get your bearings, then, and you'll find that a few have gone missing. Susato, Tsurumaru, and Rex are nowhere to be found.
HEAD COUNT/CURFEW
He's got a brand new scar on his face, crossing over his right eye, and he's missing the pinky and ring fingers on his left hand. More than anything, he looks tired. He's waiting in the courtyard, and people may be called to gather there by the sound of Adelheid's eagle shriek. Sadly there's nothing for van Zieks to legject on out here.]
As we have in the past, I would ask everyone to report where they were last night. As well, did we not have four still missing as we have in previous weeks? Or should we be expecting a third group to return today?
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Sheba, Yuri, Diluc, Rochalízo, and I were... unfortunately by the serpent skull. We were trapped there.
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