chasma | 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Surprisingly, Dokja actually looks uncomfortable for a change when the attention is noticeably all on them. Oof. ]

In that case, why don't you start us, Flat?

…

[ hmmm. there’s nothing that flat is relatively passionate about, but after a couple minutes, he stands up, confident of himself. ]

I THINK THAT THE MOON IS FAKE.

[

somewhere, from the back:

"IF THE MOON'S FAKE THEN HOW IS IT HAUNTED, DUMBASS?"

Meanwhile, Monika, looking at Dokja absolutely baffled.]

What.

[ Oh no, sorry Monika, Dokja can add on to this just to add more confusion-- ]

And stars can't actually be explained, since they're known to be Constellations. After all, if a Constellation dies- so does the star. [ Don't worry Flat, Dokja is backing you up with orv lore. ]

[ flat preens as dokja supports his ridiculous claim. at the man’s question, flat shrugs, shaking his head. ]

Isn’t it obvious? That’s because the moon isn’t really haunted. It’s all just a part of the government’s plans to sell GMOs!

["GO BACK TO THE CIRCUS YOU CLOWNS!!"

"Everyone knows GMOs stand Gay Meowmeow Ol*fs! How can the government sell them when they're free?"

"Have any of you done your research...? Why are you bleeding???"

Monika seems to be contemplating if it's too late to pretend she knows neither of them.]

[ You're up here with us Monika, it's too late. Dokja is squinting at that second comment. ]

"Gay Meowmeow Ol*fs"? [ How is he saying it like that. He's too focused on this piece that yeah. How do you even counter that? What the f*ck is going on. ]

How are you saying that?

[ a-anyways… ]

I mean yeah, that guy is right! That’s what the government is trying to sell you! There is hidden propaganda to make you believe in the moon and that it is haunted when the truth is otherwise! Stop letting yourselves be fooled!

["Fool! If the moon is fake then how did Jeff kill Jimmy with a rock on the moon last week? Checkmate."

"Is no one going to address the bleeding?????"]

How is this my life...?

What do you mean? It's likely the same way you say ◾◾. [ ???? ]

Don't worry about the bleeding, we're fine. [ Who the f*ck is Jeff and Jimmy. ]

[ to dokja: ] Right, I see.

[ he doesn’t, but he believes that he does. ]

And we’re fine! What you really have to worry about is how Jeff and Jimmy are actors employed by the state meant to decieve you! They are fooling you, Jared! Playing you for absolute fools! Maybe it’s you who should go to the circus!

[In the front rows, a man in a business suit bursts into tears.

"How could you say that when Jimmy's husband is right here? What's wrong with you?!"

"My name is Bartholomewmew..."

"Hey, go ◾◾◾◾◾◾ and ◾◾◾◾ yourselves!"]

Oh, my gosh. [Monika grips the front of her shirt.] Isn't that going too far?

[Why does she sound like she understood that.]

[ Is that allowed? ]

I feel as if we're getting further and further off-topic. How does this even—

[ "We know what you really are!!"

..Huh?

"Two twinks and a bear! Your opinions mean nothing here!"

Huh?!?! ]

What—

Monika’s not a bear! If anything, we are three twinks!

[ ?????? ]

Hey, I don't want to be a twink either...?!

[WHY IS SHE THE BEAR!!!

Someone stands up in the back, pointing dramatically.

"You spent all this time talking about the government selling the moon! But you were government assigned twinks and bear!"

"Begone, bwinks! (Bear twinks.)"

This was not even the original topic. How are they making parenthesis with their mouths.]

[ Talented. No, wait. ]

Why is this even coming back--

[ Someone else in the back stands up as well.

"You as bwinks are flawed. Twinks truly by nature, bwinks by disguise. And this whole time, we have had the most important piece to counter everything you've brought to the board."

Dokja blinks slowly.

Another person stands up.

"After all, we have... a Hunk.

The last person to stand is ripping off his business shirt.

This isn't where I'd thought this go but here we are. ]

...

[ …

………????????

flat will… silently go to dokja and monika’s side. in a low voice he’ll whisper: ]

Can you bring Mister Joonghyuk, Mister Dokja? I think that’s our only hope.

[ he sounds dead serious. ]

[

she is gazing respectfully.]

We are not asking Joonghyuk to rip his shirt off.

Trust me, we won't get anywhere if that happens. We'd halt the debate. Not finish it.

[ i as zetsu hate how he talks as if he's confident in that fact. ]

If we stun them into silence we still win.

[ anyways, in a louder voice, to the crowd! ]

Just because you’re shaped like a Greek God doesn’t mean that we aren’t attractive either! It’s all in the eye of the beholder!

["Sounds like the words of a bwink who can't do this...!"

The Hunk starts flexing, his shirt hanging off his limbs in tatters. While he flexes, he starts to jiggle his pecs up and down.]

... Oh, wow.

[She is still Looking Respectfully.]

Are we still pretending this is a public speaking event?

[ Why Is This Happening. ]

And the staff is fine with this...?

[ he is Looking Away. ]

This is too much, we should probably leave before we get chased with pitchforks or something.

[ and then to the guy: ]

Okay, sure, you’re the hottest in all Nerak or something!

[The guy is now bench pressing two of the audience members. The crowd goes wild.

Monika looks at the staff member who is now "chaperoning" the event by recording it all on their iPh*ne.]

Maybe we can leave without anyone noticing...

Now's a good time as any.

[ To which, he'll usher both Flat and Monika out first. Go go go-- ]

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