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WEEK FIVE MINGLE
nerak: week 5 mingle
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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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Are you sure you don't want to just get it done and over with? Honestly, it's not so difficult.
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he just looks displeased. He will go through the door.
also, what do you expect him to do. Grow legs and arms of a human so he can stand and grab someone to noncon kiss them? ]
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Having your hand forced really is difficult, though... people really are being rude with this.
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he is feral not suicidal
He croaks in agreement. It is nice to be inside. He is now trying to buy something from the merchant. ]
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but Allen will be standing by to assist with the buying thing--at least until his left eye starts to bleed. he seems mildly puzzled about it and just digs through his bag full of cloth bandages.]
This hasn't happened in a while...
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boy, your eye?? ]
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It's fine, it's fine. Sometimes the curse acts up...?
[though he's not even sure how it could be acting up when the curse is also under lockdown.
Rowan also seems a bit fussed, though, with a small whine.]
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Joonghyuk is just a frog, so like... I'm too lazy to write BLOOD? Also, there is like... An unsure ribbit. He doesn't know if that's the case.
Turning to the employee, he ribbits. Fix Allen up. Now. ]
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Now what were you trying to get?
[i'm sorry yjh just surrounded by people ignoring their bleeding bits.]
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Wha--what?!
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cw: eye stuff, i guess IN CASE PEOPLE ARE SQUICKED
Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, I will kiss you if you keep insisting on fussing about something that doesn't hurt.
cw: frog eye stuff
but in frog.
therefore his word blood just says ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit. ]
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picking up frog?!]
You're also bleeding!
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Ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit. Ribbit? Ribbit ribbit—ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit. ]
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after a moment's consideration, will a peck on the top of frog head help?!]