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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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I'm free if anyone wants to check somewhere. We just need to see what people's plans are.
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But it would be best to bring a few people -- and at least one who has some experience with this sort of climate.
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We should make preparations today, and set out... how about tomorrow morning? We should try to get as many sunlight hours as we can.
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Good. That's three of us. We could go with this group, or maybe take on one more.
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[ ooc speak: staircase. ]
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raises hand? ]
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[ considering they're also all men and noticeable, too. ]
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the karens among us... (aka lodgings)
[She seems to be do her best impression of what she saw— Which is the equivalent of a wavering smile before she pulls it back up. Not a great poker face.]
Anyway, has anyone noticed any shapes and figures in the northern lights from before? The woman in Room 15, Barbara, showed us her social media and we saw something weird in a picture of this world's aurora, but we couldn't make it out at all.
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You don't think the angels are in the lights, do you...?
[sholmes in the ALIENS meme but it says ANGELS instead]
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Maybe the lights aren't what they seem. If the staff are acting this way...hmm...yes...they have likely already arrived before we did.
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