WEEK FIVE MINGLE

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nerak: week 5 mingle at your service

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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Comments

[evocationary]

[there's a blonde elf hiding next to the bar? what is she doing. who knows. there's something in her hands that she appears to be trying to hide in her shirt. but when she sees her favorite group of tourists, she makes a very loud pssst! sound and waves them over? come here. come here!!!

but be sneaky about it.]

[bloodyromance]

[He furrows his brow but approaches anyway. He's sneaky about it, 'cuz he's a creature of the night and is a right sneaky bastard.]

...I think you're allowed in, love.

[evocationary]

[she wrinkles her nose at him.]

I know that. But I have a plan and I need help with it, here -- [and she just?? shoves an entire bottle of booze into his hands?? this is yours now, ig.]

[bloodyromance]

....Yeah, alright, could be fun. [He takes it, examines it.]

What's the plan?

[evocationary]

[it's like a whole unopened bottle of rum.] This is the plan. I - obtained. That. I'm going to go obtain more.

You, my ramen-haired friend, are going to be my pack mule. [lup, be nice.]

[bloodyromance]

[He... nods.] Why's everyone slaggin' off my hair today?

Where are we taking it? We redistributing it for lower prices? Selling to children? Or just hoarding it for ourselves?

[evocationary]

[at least lup's was like ramen (affectionate)]

Oh, all of those are uh, are very good propositions, actually. I'd thought more about giving it to the poor teens not allowed in here in exchange for like, uh, a brush or something. [she doesn't get all your fancy accommodations...]

We could really stand to dream a little bigger, huh?

[callalilies]

[ it's his favoritest lup de lup. kaeya is already leaning in and raises a brow at her. ]

What trouble are you up to, hm?

[evocationary]

[her favorite hoedere!!

she grins widely at him, and then gestures at the actual ice bar itself.]

Booze trouble, obviously. I'm freezing. [and she puts her hand on his face - she's cold as the dead. girl's got circulation issues.] I'm, uh, obtaining alcohol.

[callalilies]

[ lup! so cold! he immediately covers her hands in his, turning to blow two puffs of hot air into them! what!!! ]

What, are they refusing to serve you for your youthful looks?

[evocationary]

[she squeaks a bit when he blows on her hands, but it's mostly out of surprise. her ear flicks, and she leaves her hands where they are.]

Oh, you are such a flatterer and it'll get you nowhere! [she teases.] No, this is a heist. See?

[and she shifts to reveal the bottle of whiskey in her shirt.] I figure I can make a hot bit of cash selling this to irresponsible teens so I can afford a brush.

[callalilies]

A hair brush?

Lup... I can just get you a brush if you want...

[ not to be a killjoy, but save ur illicit whiskey peddling money for like. good stuff. ]

Unless there's some sort of other brush that I don't know about...

[evocationary]

[a beat, as she squints at his hair.]

Oh, you would have a very good brush, wouldn't you. [huff.] I wasn't going to just spend it on the brush! I'm not that pathetic!

But, uh. Yeah. That'd be nice.

[rerouter]

[she

curiously wanders over?]

[evocationary]

[immediately hands her an entire bottle of booze, congratulation]

[rerouter]

Cheers?

[evocationary]

[a cackle, and then she shooshes - herself? god.]

Cheers! Look, I'm obtaining booze. You want in? We can totally make a racket among the rich spoiled brats in this place.

[rerouter]

[H... Hm...]

... Normally, I can't condone underage drinking. But how much money do you think they'd willingly spend?

[evocationary]

[what are you a cop]

Like, a lot. Look, I'm not going to sell to anybody under like, fifteen. Their parents have got money, I bet they'll shell out as much as they've got.

[booksleeves]

[Not sneakily at all - ]

They won't let me come in!

[evocationary]

[susato!!! shhhhh!!! lup makes a fierce shushing motion with her finger and then scoots across the bar to outside, where susato is.

the bartender just watches her go with a flat look, which she ignores.]

Yes, that's - hello, first of all, second of all, I'm on a mission to make that not matter! You drink, boo?

[booksleeves]

[Shaking her head.]

No, I do not . . . but I had wanted to procure some for a care package.

[evocationary]

[aw, susato. lup's expression softens just a bit, and then:]

Well, good news for you. I'm going to - uh, obtain a whole lot of booze. So I'll give you some. Maybe for free, I haven't decided yet.

[booksleeves]

I have no money, so it would have to be!

[Still, clenching her fists in determination.]

I can help!

[evocationary]

Oh, please, I don't need money. More like, uh. A hair brush? Or maybe some new clothes.

[anyway, she's rallied by how hardcore susato is, so she grins, booping susato's nose before squinting over at the bartender.]

... Okay, so that dude has me scoped out, so what I need you to do is cause a distraction. You good at those?