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

[rerouter]

[After the conversations above, Monika looks pretty worried to say the least.]

... I think something really bad is going to happen to this world soon. Yesterday, when A-Qing and I traded some of the locals for information, someone brought up a group that was getting involved with higher beings. We couldn't get more details, but... It sounds similar, doesn't it?

And then, we heard a couple of comments about other worlds that have gotten attacked or gone completely silent. One of them a world with a lot of strange glass. [She bites her lip, looking around as to make sure their emotional support NPC Lup isn't here to overhear this part.] ... That's totally Otamo, right?

[senjinrouha]

[ fffffuuucccc--- ]

...

Yeah.

It must be, right?

[ fuck, those kids from the catacombs... ]

[rerouter]

I'm hoping they meant the calamity. But it's not like we can go back to know for sure.

[senjinrouha]

[ closes his eyes for nine hours and exhales. ]

... No. We can't.

But the angels in the church here have been giving me a bad feeling since we got here. The fact there are angels here at all isn't a good sign.

[rerouter]

It's not. It's really not. [She is so Stressed now.] Why do we keep visiting these worlds anyway? What do they even want from us?

[yueshen]

[ ha!!! haha! this is fine! ]

... A calamity has already happened there - that has to be it.

[senjinrouha]

[ he just looks sideways at xie lian. and then away. ]

…

Yeah, I hope so.

[evocationary]

[she's probably not here but

oh]

[senjinrouha]

[ not here either but covers her ears

and eyes.

hey i just met you. and this is crazy. but don't listen for the sake of your mental health. ]

[rerouter]

[lup must never know]

[uncoincidental]

[oh. bad.]

...maybe... maybe they just seemed to have gone silent because so many of them went underground.

I wrote a message in a bottle to one of the people I met there on Monday, so I'm hoping they're able to write back... I don't know how long it would take if they are. One of the shopkeepers mentioned the mail has really slowed down lately.

[rerouter]

... Maybe. I'm really, really hoping that's the case. [It's troubling, to say the least.] Will you let me know as soon as you get a response, Sheba?

[uncoincidental]

Yes. If I hear from them, I'll let you know.

[booksleeves]

[. . . Oh no. Oh god.]

This whole world could be. . . all of the people here?

[rerouter]

... I think so. This is awful.

[booksleeves]

[She clenches her fists.]

The people here. . . we can't let that happen. We just can't!

[bloodyromance]

...So maybe it's not the worlds that are empty that get wiped out after we visit, but the populated ones.

[He frowns. Bad.]

[rerouter]

[Bad!! She is so stressed out.]

... Is this somehow our fault? Are worlds getting wiped out because we were there?

[lefthandpath]

No. We didn't ask for this, remember? They brought us here without warning.

[bloodyromance]

You're giving us too much credit. Maybe our presence caused it, but we didn't cause our presence, did we?

[allyship]

[oh.

hm.]

[rerouter]

[yeah...... yeah..................]

[voltadomar]

[Kim writes some things down, and keeps his gaze down at his notes while he processes that. A few moments pass.]

Did they say anything specific about that group?

[rerouter]

Hmm... Someone called them the "magisomethings"? Like they didn't really know their exact name, either. But they could be, like, a church?

[voltadomar]

Okay. That does help -- thank you.

I'll see what I can find out about them tonight.