chasma | WEEK FIVE MINGLE

nerak: week 5 mingle

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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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'Course. Sit down, yeah? [And he takes the bandages softly. He can smell Kaeya's blood coming off of it, though there's also the singed bit which is a little nasty, even for him.

He does frown, though, concerned.] Does it hurt for you? Didn't for me, just an hour or so ago.

[This week is going to be actual hell for him.]

[ he'll ease down to have a seat and will readjust his left shoulder with his bandaged right hand. this should be debilitating, but he seems to be alright, even as blood slowly runs down his shoulder. the wound is familiar and spike will know precisely where it's from due to having shared the unfortunate memory of it in otamo. ]

No. Not physically at the moment. I'm waiting for it to pick the worst moment to start acting up.

[ he looks downwards into his lap a moment before looking over his shoulder. he chuckles weakly. ]

Good thing I'm not left-handed, hm? Did you already take care of your own?

It's not visible, just from this one time when Darla stuck me with a dagger in the ribs.

[He remembers. Diluc's work. He wonders how Kaeya feels about it's presence... He can't resist touching it while trying to treat it, and god it hurts like hell. He didn't know that could happen. He winces, feeling the burn and heartbreak. Oh god, that sucks.]

[ the sound that leaves him is choked off and sharp and he holds rigidly still a moment, his fingers curled. he thinks about how he knows that it isn't just himself experiencing it over again, that spike is too. this is terrible. he shakes his head and sucks in a quiet, shuddering breath. ]

Mmh--what'd she do that for?

[ he tries not to focus on it even as he has to close his eyes and just keep holding his own elbow to keep everything in place. he knows spike will have to glance over the wound to keep the bandage straight, so. he's just going to suck it up, dig his heels in. ]

[He gently kisses Kaeya as an apology for the pain.] Didn't know it would do that. Sorry. I'll try to touch it as little as possible.

Also, she was mad 'cuz I called her a stupid bitch. This was... about ninety years ago? It's fine, we all stabbed eachother every now and again, it's just how we show affection.

[The stabbing was fair, to be honest. He's trying to be very careful but he does occasionally slip up and lightly touch it and he grits his teeth in a hiss at the pain. God, okay, this week sucks.]

Can't be helped... sorry you had to feel it.

[ you may proceed, all is forgiven. regardless, he just shakes his head a bit at that, raising a brow. ]

Not sure why, but I feel like you and Sister Rosaria would get along like a house on fire. She has a similar, ah, "love" language. In fact, I bet she'd like you.

[ he chuckles fondly at that, using it to regulate the breath that leaves him when a touch passes over the wound again. ugh. ]

We used to go drinking quite often together back home. Hah.

She a priestess? Or does Sister mean something different where you're from.

[He manages to get most of the hard part done. The bandage is at least, like, on, even if it could probably do with some tightening, at least he's protected from direct contact. Mostly?]

Used to? Something happen, or do you just mean before you wound up here?

She's the most faithless woman of faith I've ever known... absolutely a delight.

[ he wrinkles his nose a moment, lays a hand on his shoulder and slowly tests his shoulder. nothing too strenuous, but enough to get around. that's fine for now. ]

--and I. Misspoke. I suppose we've just been here for over a month. It's starting to feel rather strange. Archons...

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