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WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
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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HE DOESN'T CARE IF YOUR BODY IS COLD. He has to try something. ]
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[It unfortunately doesn't work. He's still not moving.]
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[He's reaching up to smack Kotetsu in the head with a gurgling breath.]
Agh! Get off, get OFF, I say! Where is...where is that blasted man-
[Okay sorry, he's being kicked in the head right now. Thanks, Spike.]
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You idiot.
[ He sounds so mad, but also so relieved. It's a terrible mix of emotions, but. There's sure a lot here. ]
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[A confused sort of noise, and...ow, he's definitely hurting. Going to hug back with his...stump arm. Enjoy that.]
[He's just shuddering, suddenly.]
Ah. You're here.
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I should say that same about you.
[ He mumbles low. Then mumbles into his ear something. ]
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[He just closes his eyes. He's very tired.]
[He raises his only hand to pat Kotetsu on his cheek.]
There, there. No tears for me. I'll...die when I die.
[But the look on his face is shaken, like at any moment he could pull away from this and run.]
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Finley, by the way, is pacing right nearby, looking very upset, and very lion. ]
At least that day isn't today.
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[And he's looking over at Finley, and then...suddenly, Irene just...appears? Out of nowhere? Where the hell was she.]
[She looks extremely exhausted, though, flopping next to Sholmes's head.]
Oh. Hello there.
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In taking you to our house tonight. Someone has to watch you.
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[Irene just closes her eyes, weakly.]
You were...
[He starts, stops. And then just closes his eyes, as well.]
Alright.
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[ He's quiet, but whenever Sholmes is done being fussed over and healed up the best he can, he'll be carrying him to House 1. Finley picking up Irene. ]
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[He's just oddly silent.]
[He shivers like a leaf, burying his face against Kotetsu's chest.]
[Everything Happens So Much.]