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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[greatdeduction]

[Apparently, tonight really is the night for unexplained appearances of bodies. Maybe we're celebrating Halloween early. For after YJH rolls to a stop, another body topples out from the doors, rolling down the stairs.]

[For one, the body is dressed strangely (but with a shirt and pants underneath this. whole ensemble). There's a black long-haired wig on their head, though the movement of the roll dislodges it, revealing a familiar characteristic poofiness of blonde hair underneath.]

[They come to a stop next to YJH, arms splayed out...and one might see that their left hand is missing, as if its been cut off cleanly from their wrist. Their visible skin looks...dark, reddened. But it's very clear that they're not breathing at all, eyes closed in a pained expression.]

[Herlock Sholmes is dead.]

[braise]

[ The next body down the stairs is in a torn-up uniform with shards of glass embedded in the back, though it's too dark to tell what else might be going on with it.

As you approach, you'll see a head of short blonde hair, and, uh.



Coming closer won't actually help you out at all. Who is this guy? ]


[ Someone is dead. ]

4/4

[booksleeves]

[As the bodies hit the floor, a fourth figure comes running out of the church. She's dressed in a wine colored uniform and dark pants, but it's easy to see the darker red stains splattered all over the front of the uniform, and especially where the front of the uniform has been sliced through as though cut with a sword. She's limping, as well.

She steps through the door, hobbling slightly as she makes her way down the steps, standing over the three bodies. In her hand, she's carrying a pistol. There's a grim expression on her face.

Susato Mikotoba is alive]

[powerplay]

[ Hello?

She's ignoring the other blond guy for the worse one.

Sholmes!!!! Shakes him. ]

[allyship]

[who the fuck is the blond guy anyway rochalizo is running over (and then doubling in pain once he stops because fuck ow his injuries)]

Susato!

[perfectdistance]

[He has his first aid kit out, he's heading towards Susato.]

What d'ya need right now?

[afterword]

[ Dokja is...




laughing. Yeah. Just laughing. ]

[escardos]

Susato!?

[ oh my god what??? what?!?!?!

he's running over to her, looking panicked. ]

What happened!

[syndromed]

[ rika truly does not even know who to run to, so she is just standing here in distress!! great ]

[bloodyromance]

...What the sodding fuck.

[Did you kill Herlock Sholmes, Susato!? He just approaches Susato, offering an arm if she needs it.]

What happened?

[rerouter]

[just

checking her roomie malewife for a pulse while susato and sholmes get fussed at ig but also]

Does... anyone know who that is?

[seriously who the FUCK is this lost blond]

[third_alternative]

Uh, hello? Who the heck is this guy? [ gestures at Sanji

then he looks over the other two bodies and edges closer to them. Rex gently nudges Sholmes with his foot. ]

Are they...?

[yueshen]

[ lmao this is so many people that xie lian loves!!! hello

he was expecting this today, so he just rushes over, carrying what looks like his satchel with some medical supplies - expression going from each person (including some random blonde dude) and then to susato, who is up. ]

Susato! [ aAAAAAA ] What - where to start, I'll check these ones - you're injured, too - ! [ he's rushing for (spins wheel) joonghyuk first, quickly moving to check his pulse, looking between the two of them. ]

[senjinrouha]

[ tags in to be like “what the actual fuck and who the actual fuck” and goes to sleep ]

[lefthandpath]

[someone can't even go near the bodies. he's too busy just... no?

no, surely not.

no, no, that can't be right.

those two?




... oh.

no, actually.

it makes sense a little, maybe.]

[sponsoredby]

[ He's... here. He's been out, looking. Searching. Waiting. He knew people would come, that they'd be missing, but this isn't what he expected.

But he starts to move. One foot in front of the other, stopping numbly at Susato first, handing her the first aid kit he has out before stumbling over to Sholmes' body and just dropping down on his knees in front of him. ]

...

Welcome back.

[callalilies]

Susato...

[ going to maybe approach with care in between fussings. ]

Thank goodness... you're safe.

[ at least one of them is alive. he doesn't want to look at the bodies yet. ]

[cranelike]

(hey

How is Tsurumaru supposed to decide between Joonghyuk or Sholmes wow. I am literally flipping a coin. Tsurumaru is going to nudge Joonghyuk with his sword,)

Oi, get up. It's too early for this surprise.

(IT IS THE WRONG DAY???)

[grigori]

[ because i actually don't know where to comment but hello?

someone called for a watcher?? this also a lot to take in because who the fuck is that guy? ]

Where do I even begin here?

[uncoincidental]

[



wow! this is awful! sheba will run over to assist as best she can im just yeeting this out as quickly as possible because work is kicking my ass]

What - what can we do...? [susato? your limp? the blood? your dead friends?? OR ARE THEY NOT DEAD I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE who the hell is that blond guy????? ahhh.]

[grigori]

[ cue the probably most questionable watcher to be summoned to help— ]

Helloo~? The others woke up so are you "dead" too?

1/5

[braise]

[ Instantaneously, that hand gets slapped the hell away. And finally, these unfamiliar eyes also blink open, and they sit up, wincing and coughing a bit of blood into a fist.

Ugh, this is the worst. ]

[braise]

[ They go to push away the hair that's blocking their vision on one side, and then just kind of pause ]

[braise]

[ and stare at their hand for a second as their eyes widen in realization. ]

[braise]

WHY???