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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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[ kaeya says this as akira is already off to the next stand. polaris is scampering up in the mass of nosey people aiming to follow the new scene of great scandal, immediately passing off his prize of a handkerchief. it's tucked away quickly into his pocket as he makes to direct a few particularly snoopy people towards where the show has moved. moving the scene in general is smart, especially when they'll want to disappear as quickly as possible, wait out the commotion until things (hopefully) die down.
between the pot, the ring, the bracelet, and the scarf, they're only in need of one last treasure. ]
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Words are as cheap as this crap you're peddling. [ What's deescalation, can you eat it? The second merchant looks just about to lose it, when the first one erupts in laughter. Maybe his wares really are cheap.
...but that sure is a punch being thrown, and not by Akira for once. The pottery vendors are now fighting each other, this is fine. ]
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Well this is a twist. Did anyone know this was happening right here in this marketplace?
[ pravda has spied a selection of cutlery. what more can she find? ]
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he leans back, close to yuri's ear: ]
How are we doing? This is going to get out of hand soon.
[ mostly because he doesn't want to have to leave this town with a bad taste in their mouth for visitors. as someone addresses him, asking what's going on, he blinks and then points quickly: ]
Over there! They're fighting!
wriggles back in for extra comment and tag order
One more item, I think Prav’s on it now.
[ she is in fact zooming. it’s sceptre time. ]
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I didn't even get to punch someone.
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[ a chuckle, nodding towards the crowd around the potter fight. ]
But good thinking, everyone loves trouble when it doesn't involve them.
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At least we get to view a fight? That’s one thing.
[ get ‘em potters. there’s a little squeak in the background as pravda finds the ultimate loot, the king’s sceptre — a shiny silver spork. she puts it in her mouth and scuttles behind some jewelry boxes to make her way back. ]
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he’s actually pretty amused by this whole situation, they sure did cause a distraction.
a moment later one of the civilians is yelling, telling someone to go alert the local authorities. ]
Now might be a good time to get going.
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[ kaeya glances over to confirm. everyone here, every daemon accounted for, and chaos has been thoroughly sown! good job question mark, we'll just have to wait and see... he'll glance down his shirt briefly at the slumbering greg before linking an arm with diluc and patting his shoulder fondly. ]
What a troublesome little king.
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