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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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Where are we taking it? We redistributing it for lower prices? Selling to children? Or just hoarding it for ourselves?
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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?
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Hey, we're here for a week, we can be the biggest underground alcohol smugglers this side of the multiverse while we're here.
...Though, then again, if we get stuck in another place with no people and no proper alcohol, getting a good stock to bring with us might be a good idea. [You are included, Lup. You're part of the gang. (Sorry)]
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We're speaking the same language, my man. [she grins back.] Look, we've got the room for both. We'll, uh - we'll sell some, keep the rest. Watch my back. I'm going in.
[and she... sneaks off... towards the actual bar itself. she's pretty stealthy!]
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He'll poke his head round the corner to make sure she didn't get caught.]
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she... does not get caught! the bartender is distracted just enough by another customer that he doesn't see her lean over the counter and grab a bottle, shoving it into her shirt. she gives spike a thumbs up from across the room, and then starts making her way over to the exit, as nonchalantly as possible.]