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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[powerplay]

[ Hello?

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

Sholmes!!!! Shakes him. ]

[greatdeduction]

[He doesn't move. He's not breathing.]

[powerplay]

Hey! There's something wrong with you! Wake up will you!

[ Bonking at him. Seriously what the fuck? She's even just -- producing a bottle from somewhere in her bag. It's uh, a bottle of blood.

Which she will try and pour a bit into his mouth. ]

[greatdeduction]

[The blood is still in his mouth! Just. There. He's not swallowing.]

[What did you expect would happen?]

[powerplay]

[ FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN, DAMN. IT'S SPECIAL BLOOD.

She's going to press an ear against his chest. ]

[greatdeduction]

[There's no heartbeat.]

[It's funny. If he was awake, he'd probably say, "it was a real blast"!]

[But he doesn't.]

[powerplay]

[ . . . ]

Why aren't you like Denji? Come back alive already.

[ Baps him on the head. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Because he's not like Denji.]

[Unfortunately, great detectives are just human.]

[There's no response.]

[powerplay]

[ You big fat liar Sholmes.

Okay, she's going to get up and just -- run. She's off. She has to do something.

Bye. ]

[grigori]

[ coming with a flutter of wings, but also - ]

Don't just send us a bloody bottle, you freak! [ and at the rest: ] What can we do to help?

[powerplay]

I'm not going to write a giant essay, is that what you wanted?!

I dunno! Bring them back to life!

[grigori]

[ well.

some things are happening and suddenly this one is just so exhausted. ]

...They'll be alright. Just do some healing exchanges.

[bloodyromance]

[Seeing her run, and seeing the Malewife himself burst to life, he just furrows his brow. Alrght.

He gives Sholmes a solid kick in the head.]

[powerplay]

[ Well, she's coming back just in time to see Spike kick Sholmes in the head.

You know what, sure.

She kicks him in the leg, too. ]

Get up! Clown!

[greatdeduction]

[OW?????????]

[JUST LOOKS SO AFFRONTED HELLO]

Miss DEVIL! Could you please be more kind to people who just DIED?

[bloodyromance]

Oh hey, it worked. [Offers Power a high five.]

[powerplay]

Hurley!

[ SHE SOUNDS QUITE HAPPY. DESPITE HER ABUSING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. ]

I did it! My blood worked! He's come back to life!

[ YEAH!!!

And she just tackle hugs him around the middle. ]

[escardos]

[ CLAPS FROM WHERE SUSATO IS ]

Great job you two!

[bloodyromance]

[Puts a hand on her shoulder, his own face stoney.]

He's gone, pet.

[He could do something... bring them back as vampires, maybe, all he'd need to do is feed them his own blood and drink while they're still...

But if he does that, they'll just go on a rampage.]

[booksleeves]

Power! Don't shake him!

[She's dropping the gun right away, actually.]

He's hurt badly, he needs help, he -

[Oh, he's not moving, is he.]

[powerplay]

What happened?

[booksleeves]

They -

[She's looking around wildly, glances back into the church.]

They were fine. They came back.

[powerplay]

Where?

Are these fake bodies?

[booksleeves]

[Shaking her head.]

[powerplay]

[ OKAY WELL THEY'RE ALIVE SOMEHOW SO. ]

First aid! Immediately! You too, Susie!