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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.
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The outpost seems like it’s been unoccupied for a while. There’s sand everywhere, and where there wasn’t sand, there was dust. City's full of people who are casually passing through from different worlds through portals. Stuff we found was old and broken. Saw the memory glass from the last world, a shattered glass orb with an angel wing emblem, I… think there was an angel idol, but it was in bad shape. Didn’t see much in the way of hidden notes, but there was some kinda parchment with the letter “N” and “K”. And… an arm of somethin’? Coarse fabric, might be a toy or some kinda doll.
The buildin’ further out looks like it’d been in a war. Bricks are still solid, but there are holes in ‘em. There’s just a single cot in there from what we could see. There was also an old smudge of blood against the metal door.
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[ … ] Was it obvious where it came from? The orb itself or something else?
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The angel idol... kinda reminded me of the one from the first world.
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They're really insistent on calling them liars, aren't they?
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I don't know. I think if someone had promised people things in exchange for committing murder, things might have soured too fast for them to built statues to them. But something has to have gone wrong.
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Maybe that’s what we need to be looking in to. What happened to make these worlds turn on the angels, and…. presumably bring on these calamities?
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[ awkward chuckle. ]
But I think this was something that fell on this city. Like one of those “calamities”.
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