WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0

[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

[burnstrike]

Checked out the floors of the canals with Tsurumaru last week. There were a ton of glass shards down there, but instead of our memories, they showed memories of the city, or the people in it. How nice it used to be... and then that whole rain of fire and everyone panicking and escaping to the underground.

During all that destruction you could also see these messages they'd written on the walls in blood that all looked to be about the angels: Clip their wings, Liars, Tyrants, False idols.

They really felt like they'd been betrayed.

[senjinrouha]

They all seem to worship them, and then something happens to change people's opinion. We don't know what that something is yet, really.

[ ... ]

But it leaves a bad feeling thinking about how populated this place is, and all the angel murals in the Church.

[burnstrike]

...Yeah.

[ god she's so fucking sick of cult bullshit!! ]

It's probably worth talking to some of the people here to gauge how they feel about the angels now. Like, maybe the angels are just really petty and turn on people when they start thinking they don't appreciate them enough or something. Or decide they don't want to accept their specific brand of salvation.

[senjinrouha]

They’ve got plenty of imagery of them, but it all looks old. If people aren’t talking about them a lot maybe they were worshiped a while back…?

[syndromed]

Kim and I saw similar writing when we went deep in the canals, too.

There were angel engravings that had been all messed up, and writing on the walls like "They lie. They did this. It's their fault. We've been fooled."

[senjinrouha]

…


We’re calling them angels, but are they something else pretending to be angels? We’ve gone over the fact angels are present in lots of different worlds in some way or form, enough that it’s not weird they’re here. And that they’re held in high regard.

Is something using that to their advantage to win people over and then… [ he makes a slicing motion over his throat. ]

[rerouter]

Rochalizo and I noticed similar writing in the marketplace. "Clipped" was written on the wings of the statues, and "snipped" on one of the walls inside a shop.

[senjinrouha]

[ … ]

Are they referring to the angels or themselves?

[rerouter]

Based on all the other stuff, I think... the angels?

[h... hopefully.]

[senjinrouha]

So…. that’s related to their wings, but— is that something they did to the angels, or…?

[ like wtf does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MMEEEAAANN. ]

[uncoincidental]

Scheherazade and I found something similar when we looked around.