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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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[Sholmes has a bit of blood leaking from around his metal hand. It's fine! He's pointing at the leg, then...glancing over at the. Slutty safari costumes.]
Yes, indeed. Though these costumes leave a lot to be desired...
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What perfect timing, do be mindful of that knee though.
[ diluc's bleeding from his abdomen today, but he's done a better job at patching this one up, so it's fine! ]
These are somehow worse than those nun outfits...
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[ He casually puts an arm over Sholmes' shoulder, on the opposite side of that bleeding hand and being mindful of not bumping him with his leg. ]
And yet, it's not too surprising.
[ Don't mind as he drags Sholmes closer to the outfits while waving Diluc along. ]
You'd think they'd have another option to make this kid appropriate.
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[He doesn't mind the arm over his shoulder, being pulled over to the outfits.]
The nun outfits did at least over more skin, yes? Won't we be freezing in this? [And he's only detaching from Kotetsu to pick up one of the skimpy shirts, placing it against Kotetsu's chest.] Will it even fit?
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We will most definitely freeze in this...[ he glances over at kotetsu. ] I do hope you don't catch a cold after this. [ there is no way that'll fit. ]
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I hope they don't expect us to pay for any clothing damage if they're expecting us to wear this.
[ The buttons and ... the entire thing is surely going to rip. Hopefully there's some shorts that will keep study or this is going to become a very questionable safari hunt. Not that it isn't already. ]
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[JUST HAVE THE TITS OUT, KOTETSU. IT'S FINE. EVEN ON TUMBLR YOUR MALE-PRESENTING TITS AREN'T PROBLEMATIC]
Anyways, I suppose we...have to change. Cold or not.
[There is a tiny little safari hat. He puts it on Irene's head.]
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If we don't want to be disqualified...[ sighs ] Alright then.
[ oh are there tiny hates for the daemons...he'll put one on canopus' head, safari cat. also sure hope there's a screen to change behind. ]
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Are you suggesting like an actual jacket or... no shirt underneath?
[ This is going to end up as a strip show instead of a scavenger hunt. But he does dig for the biggest sizes of shorts and shirt before pausing and holding up ... fishnets. ]
Do you think they're counting this as required?
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[And places a little cute hat on her head, too!]
Well...hm. There...are no other shirts, are there. [Hm. Bad.] And...oh.
[A pause.]
Do you put those over your arms?
[NO]
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Ah...no. Those are for your legs. [ he knows this for normal reasons, i promise...(unless :eyes:)
there's a staff member standing off to the side looking at them, then to the fishnets, then back at them and nodding. ]
Seems they are a requirement as well...
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Finley stares at Sholmes a long moment. How dare. ]
She's offended because she wanted to match Irene.
[ Indignant tiger! But she butts her cheek against Sholmes' leg when that misunderstanding is cleared up, chuffing a little. She then lays on the ground to nose happily at Irene. ]
Then the boots... [ Pauses a moment. ] What do they expect if I can't find one in my size?
[ He looks over at the staff and they just shrug apologetically. They did their best! He'll just have to make do. ]
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[He only shakes his head a little fondly at the bump, Irene hopping over to pat the tiger with a paw.]
And for your legs? Who invented such a thing? It isn't as if our legs are fish in need of capture! Ah, well.
[He's just grabbing the whole thing and going behind the screen. Irene, apologetically nuzzling Finley, hops after him]
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Guess we should get going.
[ he'll wait his turn, then go behind the screen and change as well. hating every second of this, but the sooner they start finding things, the sooner he can change back. ]
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Kotetsu is now waiting his turn, not really paying attention for when Sholmes is done, looking at Finley at the moment who is sulking. Pfft. ]
...Since they want an ice sculpture, I'm guessing they're also going to be making us go outside in this. Hope you guys can handle a bit of a chill.
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[And yeah, he's in full slutty safari wear now. Terrible. Everyone has to look at this deranged white man's legs in fishnets and thigh high heels.]
We simply run outside and inside as quickly as we can!
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Mayhaps we can save the sculpture for last then. The other items should be easy enough to find.
[ just by glancing around the room he can spot a few guests that seem to be stumbling about and surely there's a snack table in this room somewhere... ]
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At least the fishnets fit and somehow (????) he found a pair of boots that fit, so those are on. Good job being the most slutty of them all, Kotetsu. He grabs a hat and plops it on his head. He does look a bit nervous, but. Whatever. This'll do. ]
Do you really think a shawl with a frog pattern's going to be that easy?
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[He sighs, turning his gaze away, thinking.]
Well, the drunk guest should be rather easy. That should be somewhere near the bar.
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[ he's looking around the room for anything that resembles a frog. maybe there's a guest that just really likes frogs?? ]
I wonder if we'll have to venture outside for the heart shaped icicle, as well.
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Maybe there's one in the gift shop. [ But he nods at that. ] It's likely.
[ By the by, Finley is back to cuddling with Irene because of course she is. ]
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[Looking over at his soul and gesturing a little like COME ON. IT'S TIME TO SCAVENGE AND HUNT. Or something like that.]
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[ he can't get over these ridiculous items nor can he get over these horrible costumes. he sighs and heads over to the bar. 1 drunk guest coming right up.
canopus looks at the other two daemons and meows. she purrceives. ]
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Meanwhile, Kotetsu will be trying not to move too much and bust out of this. Please don't ask him to pick something up. ]
We can only be so lucky. But at least this place has a cook.
[ Away we go! ]
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[Irene is happy to clamber on Finley, though. Suck it, Sholmes.]
Ah, now what do we have here...?
[He is sluttily safaring it up by peering around the corner at...what seems to be a drunk guest! At the ice bar counter! Sholmes turns to tell the others...]
[And another competitor, also in slut safari wear, slams past Sholmes to beeline to the drunk guest. RUDE.]
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