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

[uncoincidental]

We could just find something random, bring it back, and insist it's a Valdezinator no matter what they say.

[rerouter]

Except, then they won't pay us. [SIGHING...] Maybe it's, like, a brand name thing?

[spydey]

Ugh. If we have to get a specific brand that seems more difficult.

[ SINCE THEY DON'T EVEN

KNOW WHAT IT IS THAT THEY'RE GETTING ]

[allyship]

... Well, if worse comes to worst, I'm sure we can be convincing if we try!

[sometimes you just gotta lie. it's fine.]

In the meantime, we might as well ask around.

[uncoincidental]

Would they even know the difference, though...?

[they're asking for the part, so. probably! but it honestly sounds so nonsensical to her that she's not sure. also: they thought "weast" was a real direction, so frankly, she doubts their ability to identify things.

anyway! she'll march right up to another stall selling a variety of things.]

Excuse me, you don't have any Valdezinators for sale, do you?

[the shopkeeper looks at her like she's grown a second head.]

[rerouter]

... Well, I'm guessing that's a no.

[It's way too hot and the streets are crowded enough that people keep literally bumping into them. This is great.]

[spydey]

Perhaps this stall would be more popular if the person running it learned to use words.

[ bitch!!

but she will just move on, trying to step out of the way of incoming foot traffic ]

[allyship]

[well, while sheba tries to deal with the shopkeeper—]

Hey!

[rochalizo grabs the wrist people bumping into them, who was attempting to pickpocket monika...]

[uncoincidental]

...you know, a Valdezinator...? It's a part... which is used to build things...

[the shopkeeper continues to stare. sheba huffs, then rolls her eyes at yelena.]

Well, obviously this person doesn't want our business. [...hm. why's rochalizo grabbing someone?] ...what's going on?

[rerouter]

—Rochalizo?

[Hello? Why are you harassing this poor, innocent rando? She looks shocked until she notices a necklace dangling from their hand, held in place by Rochalizo.]

... Oh, my gosh. Are you kidding me right now?

[Stealing her shit right back while a small crowd starts to form, people slowing down to figure out what's happening here.]

[spydey]

If we break your wrist, it may be a while before you can do that again.

[ it's hard to tell if she's being serious or not ]

[allyship]

[harassing poor innocent randos is what he does

anyway, he nods over at yelena.]

You should listen to her. She's quite adept at this sort of thing, you see.

[uncoincidental]

[this pickpocket is looking between the members of the group with fear.

"don't take my wrist!"]

...I'm pretty sure she said break, not take. Maybe you should get your ears checked along with your moral compass.

["i don't want to lose my hand for this! i just need to feed my family!"]

[rerouter]

Um... Do you really have a family?

[(x) Doubt]

[spydey]

Yeah, do you? We will take their wrists as well.

[ they're taking them now. :/ ]

[allyship]

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rochalizo is torn between laughing and feeling bad for this thief, whose sob story he is also torn on believing]

[uncoincidental]

[


sheba puts a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing at this thief, who she's fairly sure is lying.

the pickpocket wails.

"of course i have a family! you can't take their wrists! they didn't do anything wrong! you wouldn't want an old man's wrists anyway! leave my father alone!"]

[rerouter]

Well... If you have a family, then surely you won't mind if we tell them you were caught pickpocketing teenage girls in the markets. Where do you live?

[bitch tried to rob her she has none pity]

[spydey]

Yes, we will have a lovely chat with them. Let's all go right now.

[ she claps her hands together. ]

If you move quickly, there might be less bodily harm.

[allyship]

[.............]

Weren't we supposed to be locating an item?

[IS NOW TRULY THE TIME TO GO AFTER THIS THIEF]

[uncoincidental]

Oh, right! The Valdezinator...

[where the fuck are they even going to find that.......

the pickpocket seems to have a glimmer of hope.

"I sto-- have one of those! I'll give it to you if you leave my wrist and my family's wrists alone!!"]

[rerouter]

[



Oh. Right.....

Monika nods.]

Give us the Valdezinator and we'll forgive you and your family.

[Smash cut to them being asked to rap Despacito anyway.]