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

[booksleeves]

[She tilts her head, and gives him a look back that's only worry.]

. . . I was hoping it would do more. Your poor hand.

[. . .]

You gave us such a fright.

[greatdeduction]

...

[Just looking over his stump? But he just looks...very crushed.]

Thank you. [...] I....I'm sorry.

[booksleeves]

[Oh. She is just going to kneel down next to him, although she shouldn't, she's still bleeding.]

. . . No. I think we all. . . it was the same for all of us. You were faster than I was, that's all.

[She swallows, looking at him carefully, Ryutaro perched on her shoulder.]

[greatdeduction]

[Irene, in hare form, opens her eyes to look up at Susato.]

Pah. Faster.

[He hates that, actually.]

Please, Susato, get yourself healed. I won't tolerate you not looking after yourself.

[booksleeves]

[She glances down at her chest, where she's still bleeding, as though it's a surprise to her. And then she looks up again, swallows, and nods.]

I will.

[. . .]

Will you. . . [She seems a little at a loss how to finish that question. She reaches a hand, tentatively, touches his shoulder - the one that wasn't hit. And then pulls her hand away. Week effect or no, somehow it isn't easy.] Please, at least not on my account.

[greatdeduction]

...

[His head is hurting. Honestly, he doesn't know what she's asking.]

[He feels.............empty.]

Mm. [A shake of the head.] Please get some rest.

[booksleeves]

[She nods her head, glancing away and blinking back some tears.]

Yes, of course. And you.