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

[bloodyromance]

[Oh, motherfucker, why are they running. Spike tries to run, but Zieks hit him in the knee with a sword, so he winces in pain and limps the rest of the way.]

Motherfucker...

[At least the bat is flying on target.]

[powerplay]

[ IT'S A LIGHT BONGO. Tap pat tap pat. She points towards the new skeletal structure. ]

Ho there! Faster, before it disappears on us again! Go Ritty!

[ Ritty barks and runs towards the structure too, barking around the foot of it, and pawing at it like the creature he is. ]

[perfectdistance]

[Power voice: HO!

The cat startles at the barking and immediately teleports to a completely different bone. No barking!]

Damn, this is gonna be a pain.

[greatdeduction]

Faster it is-!

[Sholmes, a faithful steed, runs to the next bone, Irene also keeping up with the barks as she runs beside him. She's more than happy to run forward as Sholmes keeps up, Power in tow.]

[bloodyromance]

[As Spike grimaces and straightens up, he's internally glad that Sholmes is the one who was assigned the role of horse.]

Think this cat's just mocking us now.

[powerplay]

Ugh! Stop running away, why are you doing that!

[ Addressing the cat, naturally. Ritty is just barking some more. She curls in on top of Sholmes's head and the light bongo tap continues. ]

Hurley! The alpha plan!

[greatdeduction]

What...what's the alpha plan?!

[PLEASE TELL YOUR HORSE THESE THINGS]

Do tell, I will follow!

[perfectdistance]

The what?

[bloodyromance]

[The alpha plan.... Fortunately, ABO as a concept has not been applied to humans yet, though there was that one episode in which Xander turned into a weird hyena hybrid.]

As a guess? Probably wants you to throw her, mate.

[powerplay]

No! Well! Maybe that'll be the beta plan!

[ She's not opposed to it entirely apparently. ]

I was gonna say one of us drops dead and pretends to be a corpse! And maybe the cat will teleport on top of you, while the others chase it around, and then -- gotcha!

[ Making a grab motion, sorry for the jostle dear horse. Anyway enjoy her brilliantly stupid plan. ]

[perfectdistance]

Why d'ya think that cat'll jump down if one of us pretends to be dead?

[HELLO?! Power what are you thinking?]

[greatdeduction]

Oh! Fantastic idea, Miss Devil!

[Points at Nero.]

You! Play dead! And you-! [POINTS AT SPIKE] Scare the cat away and we all make a big deal so that the cat is scared and...teleport! Right where we want it to!

[bloodyromance]

I'm the one who's actually dead! No body heat or heartbeat or nothing. Wouldn't it make more sense for me to be the corpse?

[Apparently he's on board for this plan.]

[powerplay]

Alright! Spikey, drop dead, but not too dead!

Hurley-Power 2000, disband! We're gonna pincer this cat even if it kills us!

[perfectdistance]

[This is the stupidest idea he's ever heard, but also he is prepared to catch a cat.]

Let's go.