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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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Eugh. Who did your hair? You should fire them immediately.
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Who did your spray tan? The collective dregs of New Jersey? You should fire them immediately.
[He'll get into a feud with a 14 year old, he doesn't give a fuck.]
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[she stomps her foot.]
And put that out! You're going to stink up the whole place! Don't make me complain to the manager!
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You say that as if you don't love to complain. Just giving you what your heart desires, princess. [He takes a drag of the cigarette.]
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[she stomps off to the nearest employee and points directly at spike.]
DO something about him! Make him take that smoke outside, at least! He's going to melt the whole place down!
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How flimsy do you suppose this building is?!
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Do you even HEAR the way he's talking to me?! I'll tell Daddy about this, and he'll have you fired!
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This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! You can't even do your job properly!
[she's about to stomp off when she notices one of the profile scrolls in the lobby... and she turns to spike, incredulous.]
Excuse me? Your name is Spike? What kind of dumb name is that?
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[You focus on that and not the murder and torture part...]
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Ugh, what kind of dumb names are those? It's Chloé. Chloé Bourgeois. Get it right.
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Well. That's even more on the nose than "Spike."
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Alright, then, since apparently nobody's pointed this out in your long life of calling for managers... what's Bourgeois mean, princess?
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she stops to think about it, immediately decides she doesn't want to have this conversation, and rolls her eyes before stomping away.]
I'm telling Daddy about this, and he'll be sure to make the staff here kick you out.
[nothing of the sort is going to happen.]
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Read a book!
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I like that one.