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WEEK FIVE MINGLE
nerak: week 5 mingle
at your service
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25 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. While Camebit had an autumnal chill in the air, things are a little different, now - the air is frigid, and waking up is an adventure, considering you are swaddled to the nines and cozied right up to your roomie of the week (where you have one, anyways). Everything around you is made of ice and packed snow, fogged glass and porcelain, and it is freezing. Who thought this was a good idea? Even the brisk chill of Camebit in the skies above everything was more forgiving than this! This isn't a transition! Whose manager can you speak to..?
About that.
You have to trek out of the lodging, and over into the building made of actual wood and stone, to actually see your Watchers of the week. They're all dressed in their full cloaks again to combat the chill, even in this building, although both Rameel and Satariel are standing much closer to Yomiel than they usually do - much like they had in Ahnkeen, actually.
"Good morning and welcome to Nerak! If you've ever wondered what it was like to stay at an ice hotel, then you're in luck!" Rameel says with moderate flourish as they make sure to keep close to Yomiel—their daemon currently not found anywhere near them as they make the announcement. Looks like they're without their black box of musical wonders this morning.
While the other two Watchers press close, Yomiel's daemon has wrapped itself around their neck like a polecat scarf. Warm. Arm cradled gently against their chest, they pause to glance at Satariel before greeting everyone. "Try to be careful. The ice can get slippery, especially when you're all looking like that and leaving a mess everywhere you go." Whatever that means.
Satariel seems a little more subdued than usual but offers everyone a smile, daemon bear-shaped against their back, large head peering around at everyone while they take in the travelers that come to join them here in the hotel lobby. Their cloak is completely closed around them - not even the front of their dress can be seen, and they're clearly holding it tightly shut. "Please be nice to the hotel staff - if I catch any of you being rude to them, I'll kick you clear across the tundra before sticking you in their outdoor 'jail' for timeout. We're guests, but they're working hard to accommodate us, alright?"
With the new week, travelers will find that they no longer the adorable animal features they did in Camebit, but something much less cute. Injuries from their pasts have come back to haunt them, major or minor, and they cannot be healed. The good thing is that they don't seem to hurt or really take a toll on the travelers at all - at least, not until they're touched, and then both you the other will feel the pain from the moment the wound was inflicted. This effect lasts all week.
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private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
private conversations ✨ murder proposals ✨ curfew ✨ daemons ✨
Location Changes
MONDAY
★ The profile scrolls can be found over in the hotel lobby this week!
WEDNESDAY
★ A familiar face has been locked in timeout for bad behavior. While there does appear to be a solid, metal and wood structure underneath it, the "jail" she's imprisoned in is... well, thematically decorated and sculpted.
★ Once the event wraps up for the day, all characters will find a small gift waiting for them in their bedrooms: something small from their home worlds, something lacking in power but not in meaning. How'd that get here?
★ A number of new messages have been posted on the lobby bulletin board. Think you can read through them before the staff takes them down?
★ Near the sculpture garden, there is a melted hole in the ground - 8 feet across, 8 feet deep, with 2 feet of water at the bottom.
THURSDAY
★ The hole is still at the sculpture garden, but the 2 feet of water is now frozen over.
FRIDAY
★ The altar and some of the pews are absolutely hacked and slashed by something sharp, some time after the return of the missing group. Many of the angelic figures carved into the snow/ice inside have also been destroyed.
★ Rika's body will be placed in the ice gardens, laid on a platform among the sculptures and covered in a shroud. The surrounding area will be roped off with a small sign that reads "No entry - except for those who wish to pay respects."
SATURDAY
★ A note has been posted to the bulletin board that reads: To the one who came to see me tonight and whom I spoke with about the note, there's something else I need to discuss with you before tomorrow. - Rochalízo
SUNDAY
★ A note is posted at the hotel lobby right next to where the rooms are.
★ Next to the note attached above is another note that reads: "We can meet with one of the dead to talk to them personally. Only once. Write your questions you want to ask them. We will circle back to this at the next town hall to finalize everything."
Local NPC Interactions
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very confused at a piece of technology. i dont know what kind you help me. ]
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ICE JAIL...
every so often she rattles the bars like it's going to do anything to get her out of this predicament. and if you pass by, she goes:]
Psst! I'll smuggle you some illicit booze if you break me out of here! Or bring me hand warmers. My fingers are going to fall off.
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Talk to Rameel
one of the more immediately places that they'll pop back up will be just outside of the hotel where they are especially bundled up in extra layers (an extra coat, a beanie with a pom to go over their hood, gloves, and a scarf) as they go about making an army of tiny snow people. why? no reason. they'll have their black box playing a little tune as they work and hum along to it.
oh, guess it should probably be noted that their daemon won't be hiding today as it coils itself around the beanie's pom as it seems to be bundled up in weather appropriate attire, of course. ]
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He'll pipe up eventually. ]
Have you given them all names? [ Dokja sounds like he's talking to a child im crylaughing ]
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Talk to Yomiel
they sleep out here? or in random spots around the hotel, with their daemon curled up next to them in ocelot form. sure, why not, that's probably fine.
otherwise, wander the ice gardens with them! though they'll stop before the maze, looking at it thoughtfully. ]
...Think you can get through it without getting lost?
[ is that a challenge? yes. yes, it is. do you accept? ]
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Isn’t there a trick to it? Like you’ll find your way through as long as you keep your hand on the wall?
[ But yes she accepts, binch. ]
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Talk to Satariel
their daemon remains a bear as it lumbers along with them, sticking close, also wearing a scarf. you're actually most likely to see this watcher speaking to the staff of the hotel, sympathetic and helpful, establishing an immediate rapport with them.
which means they've made it possible to set out a lot of first aid supplies - primarily bandages, bandaids, and gauze pads, considering the effect of the week - in the lobby for travelers to grab throughout the week. this will be replenished pretty frequently by the hotel staff and satariel both.
otherwise, they're walking through the ice sculpture garden, periodically looking back at the ice maze like they're considering it. ]
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rochalizo is just. waltzing up to grab a gauze to use in place of his eyepatch because the wound underneath sure is bleeding now.]
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[ (tiktok voice) what the fuck.
anyways, here is kaeya with his shirt off trying to bandage up one motherfucker of a wound on his shoulder. it is bleeding. like really bleeding, and while it doesn't hurt when he touches it at the moment, it definitely looks like it should hurt. it's a cleaving cut and smells burnt right down to the muscle.
he's tired and he's already bandaged up his other oozing burn wound on his right arm/hand from back in otamo. this is just. not a good day? it'll get better.
let's find out about the unfortunate effects of touching wounds. ]play ball/ice garden.
[ polaris, meanwhile, is having a literal ball. kaeya can be found outside later, scooping up balls of snow and tossing them at his daemon, who gleefully chases, pounces, and bites at them with each toss.
he does come back from time to time when kaeya stops throwing however to just put his wolfy forelegs around him and? hug? and lick his face. ]
wildcard me/pc me.
( dm me or do what u want here! )
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It looks like he's been bitten through, the same as last Friday.]</small.
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TOWN HALL!
once a crowd is gathered, he addresses, clear and precise: ]
It is time we met and discussed to share information towards our larger goal, as we've done. There are many things that we all need to discuss relating to the overall conflict we have found ourselves in - from our investigations of each realm to our knowledge of this place. Please mind what you say and how you say it, as some information must be delivered very carefully. Topics will be brought up accordingly, and if you feel as though something cannot be shared with the group at large, please feel free to run it by myself or the others - [ nodding to sholmes ] - and we can discuss it more privately.
Be as thorough as you can - remember all that we are here to help each other and end this conflict once and for all.
[ hold for sub tls! thank you! ]
SUMMARIES / ADDITIONAL NOTES
GENERAL
DEAD LETTERS
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CALAMITIES
ROLE DISCUSSION
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Past Killers
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CYOA LORE + NOTES
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EXTRA NOTES
IMPORTANT ITEMS.
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LOCATION INVESTIGATIONS
ANKHEEN - OTAMO - KRANKAZ - CITTAGAZZE
CAMEBIT
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NERAK
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CATHOLICS?
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MINI-EVENT: A WINTER WONDERLAND
Satariel will speak up first, this time, keeping their cloak pulled tightly around them as everyone gathers. "Looks like the hotel has put together some fun activities for all of the guests that are here this week. So, why not take advantage of that and participate in some of them?"
Yomiel is, once again, in the middle of it all to perform their duty as a portable space heater. You're welcome. "It's mostly those weird hotel games people do, but maybe you'll get something out of it. Just don't cause more trouble for the staff than you have already."
Rameel is most welcomed by Yomiel's "agreeable" nature to be the space heater as they hang off of them with a sigh. The novelty still hasn't worn off for them but it's still cold. They'll cheerfully finish things off, "Or if you have caused a bit of a mess do try to at least clean up for yourselves some. Even if it's a piece of paper. Every little bit counts!"
Hey there everyone, welcome to the week 5 mini-event! Wowee. While 100% optional, participation yields rewards for your characters.
As instructed on Tuesday in the Discord server, for this event, we ask that players split themselves up into seven groups of 3 and one group of 4. You can coordinate further in the coordination channel, if need be, and head to chatter once you've gotten your assignments. Reply to the sign ups below for that assignment!
Mods will not be partaking in these threads, so feel free to get started on them under this thread. Once you've hit 30 or more comments, please turn the thread in for prizes, over here, by no later than 6PM EST / 3PM PST / 11PM GMT / 7AM JST / 10AM NZST on Friday. Prizes will go out later that evening!
ASSIGNMENTS
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Team Cosplay
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Team Safari LARP
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TEAM BARK BARK GRRRR WOOF WOOF ft. precious angel a-qing
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team we're selling tiddy pics to cover up our bad art
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team rika will win this for us
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team send tweet
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team snow day
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Team Mr. Mime
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it’s wagahai
Come say hi!]
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[ jack, in ferret form, seems to want to say hi, half way between flat and the cat. ]
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Thursday Morning - Town Hall (Lite)
I know we're missing some people. But we do need to talk about the information we've acquired this week, before it becomes too difficult to have a discussion. We'll make sure to take notes to share with the others when they come back.
For now... let's get into it. Any new letters, investigation results, things that didn't get mentioned earlier in the week? Please share with the group.
Infodump from the Dead
[If the staff took these down yesterday, oh well. There are now copies posted in view for all.]
Some appear to mention the Magisterium. Mr. Kaburagi and I tried inquiring about them back in Ahnkeen. From what we gathered, they're said to be a group of people who were obsessed with angels. "Higher beings." And they were experimenting with dangerous projects -- things that would be considered heresy. We were advised to be careful who we talk to about the Magisterium's experiments.
Miss Monika said in an earlier report that it sounded like they were planning on contacting "higher beings"...
If anyone has more information about the Magisterium, now would be the time to share. Other than that... what can we make of this?
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Chapel Mini-Cyoa and Magisterium Info
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Calamities - Ankheen
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SLEEP TIGHT...
Your daemons aren't able to travel, either, so it's not just you. Any attempts to get a flying or swimming daemon through by alternative means will also fail to much the same results. Even beating on doors and windows and walls and barriers will do nothing but bring pain.
Whatever is happening, you're locked down for the night. Better get comfortable, and hope that it's not too crowded wherever you are. (Though, with how cold it is, maybe that would be the better alternative?) Any attempts to make contact with others in neighboring locations will go unheard, though maybe you can see one another..? It might make the night interesting, playing some charades.
And if you were expecting a Temporal Watcher to accompany you to curfew, we're sorry to say that they're all no shows, even if they previously confirmed they would be coming.
But then, time still passes. The aurora has already stretched out across the sky, whorls of green and faint blue, illuminating the white landscape with a wash of color that makes it seem more alive. Maybe too alive, and too quiet, when you know what's coming tonight.
As midnight arrives, you'll find yourselves hearing a song, no matter where you are. It's something hummed by a chorus of beautiful, possibly feminine voices—hard to say, with the distant quality of it—that resonates with each and every one of you.
Should you be somewhere that you can see outside, into the world that you've found yourselves in, you'll see the aurora - but you'll see something shimmering golden amidst all of the green. A strange noise can be heard underneath the song, starting far away, at first, before it becomes louder, almost to the point of being felt beneath your feet. And, as the song seems to come to a close...
You fall asleep, the ominous cracking of ice everywhere. Happy dreams, travelers.
🦈🖐🚪 ( 1 / ? )
Scheherazade is here! She's clearly upset, though the finer nuances of that might get lost behind the blood rimming her eyes and where it stains the corners of her mouth. More obvious than that is that her entire upper arm is bleeding, dripping a red trail as she pushes herself forward. She also has a knife for some reason?
At some point, she just. Gives up. And drops down into the snow, like she's ready to cry. ]
🦈🖐🚪 ( 2 / ? )
Even now it seems like every breath he's taking hurts but he pushes on, just a bit disorientated. The reader in his Demon King glory. Wings shudder against his back, one fanned out and held a little awkwardly as loose deep black feathers with the faintest glint of constellations ripple. The other bracing around the one he's holding up as if bracing them against the onslaught of sudden cold.
Those wings seem to be bearing most of the weight for him. No sooner staggering and coughs out further black than red that drip and dye the snow other than white. The same is oozing lightly from his ears, nose, and even his eyes. But then the grip on the body seems to slip and he's falling onto his own knees while the other, well... ]
🦈🖐🚪( 3 / ? )
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RISE AND SHINE
filled to the brim with disquiet
there's not much to say
when they run away
out into a winter wonderland
this is a fight you can't escape
to be pinned down by tainted faith
pleading for their life
is twisting the knife
out into a winter wonderland
now we wait for what's discovered
and we pray that they don't suffer
there's truth to be found
but time's running out
lost out in a winter wonderland
Awaken, travelers, for one of your number has been lost, and another is soon to follow in the quiet snowfall of this Friday. Surely you'll have questions - as it stands, only the Celestials will answer your messages if you send them. The Temporals neither answer the messages sent to them, nor can be found at this time.
Get your bearings, and you'll find that quite a few of you have gone missing. Allen, Yoo Joonghyuk, Susato, Rika, and Sholmes are nowhere to be found.
ITS A FRIDAY HEADCOUNT
Please sound off to where you slept last night, and who you were with. I was in the sauna, with Monika, Miss Power, Mr. Kim, Baraqiel, and...
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for the first time, he falters a little. ]
...and Susato. Miss Lup stayed with us as well.
If you know of anyone who has been missing since before curfew, please share that information as well; I know Mr. Joonghyuk is among those numbers. Thank you.
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replying to my own top level with an update
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GRAB EM HEALS
🧩⛪🧒💣
He's annoyed, disgruntled, but overall doing well since this time he's alive. Peeking over to the others in the truck, he takes a moment to assess everything. Whoever is in there rolls down the window for Niah to come out in his black wolf form, shaking off golden Dust. He howls, trying to get anyone's attention. ]
Allen Walker and Herlock Sholmes need healing. I will be fine with first aid.
[ ... There's something else he wants to say, but he can't find the words yet. His expression merely twists as he looks off to the side, ushering a heavy sigh as if everything is finally hitting him. ]
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when the door's opened, it's clear that Allen's also wearing a white lab coat with spots of red blood along the arms and bruising covering a large part of what can be seen of him under the coat. More worrisome, probably, is the fact that Rowan's neck is a ring of blood and golden Dust trickling freely.]
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Their bodies unmoving, still, and covered with a shimmering gold with red undertones. Feathers representing the dawn to the night scattered every which way.
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their current state is far, far cry from how they normally hold themselves with their heavily layered dark robes ripped to near shreds. their hood torn exposing a distinct lack of blond long locks of hair and in its place shorter tuffs of golden hair. yet, ironic to all of this, their mask is still secure to their face. and as they continue to lay on their side, a pool shimmering gold collects underneath them and staining their back as its apparent that they've lost one of their wings leaving only a bleeding hole where it would have been. the state of their other wing isn't too much better with a few flight feathers missing.
the damage doesn't end there as their right arm lays at an awkward and almost impossible angle on the ground completely still. not even the slightest movement to show that they're drawing any breath. if anyone is waiting for them to jump up and yell "psych!" with a laugh might be waiting for a while as the gold shimmering pool grows larger and exposes yet another injury under their robes around their legs. there is still no movement from them and their daemon nowhere to be seen.
Rameel is dead. ]
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