WEEK FIVE MINGLE

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nerak: week 5 mingle at your service

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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Comments

[syndromed]

[ the person rika was asking shuffles away, looking uncomfortable, so rika just... turns to the immediate next closest person. ]

Have you ever been infected by an alien parasite that drove you to madness?

[ ....... that person also walks away.

rika wanders back to susato. ]

I don't know why I'm not having any luck.

[booksleeves]

[Meanwhile, while the elderly woman Susato first asked seemed angry, a different sweet grandmotherly woman has come up to Susato and is telling her all about the torrid affair of her youth with a motorcycle babe from the wrong side of the tracks.]

I see. I shall write that down, then -

[Now the grandmother’s story is starting to get quite raunchy. A different older gentleman asks Susato if she has ever been in a polyamorous relationship, and remarks that he is visiting the hotel with his ten boyfriends and girlfriends.]

Um, I seem to have gotten one of mine marked off, yes.

[allyship]

... As expected of Susato! You're quite good at getting people to open up to you. [a beat] Maybe the trick is to pretend to come from a similar walk of life?

[syndromed]

Mii? I thought these were pretty universal experiences.

[ she's joking. probably. look it's been weeks now and she's kind of lost interest in seeming normal around so many other weirdos. ]

[booksleeves]

I'm . . . not sure I have it in me to maintain such a deception.

[Hurriedly fleeing from these particular old people.]

Next on my bingo sheet is . . . hmm. Have you ever gotten away with murder. That seems like a loaded question, too.

[allyship]

[







he looks at rika? ever gotten away with murder in your apparently weirdass fucked up life?]

[syndromed]

[ ....... she seems to have to think about it?

but shakes her head. ]

I'm very small and weak. It's easy to take me down in a fight.

[booksleeves]

Don't sell yourself short, Rika!

[About murder?]

I suppose we'll have to hope one of these people wants to confess to something.

[allyship]

Indeed, I'm sure you could be deadly if you wanted to be.

[a beat.]

That, or someone who simply doesn't care... Not everyone has to come from somewhere that holds trial for this sort of thing, right?

[syndromed]

Oh, thank you both.

[ hm. ]

But I don't think there are worlds where killing people isn't a big deal...

[booksleeves]

I'm not so sure about that, either. . .

[Rochalizo?]

[allyship]

I don't mean that it's not a big deal to their society! But if they come from a place where there's no official system in place to punish them, then we might find someone confident that they can evade any kind of justice even if they talk about it freely.

[syndromed]

[ ... ]

What if we promise not to tell anyone?

[booksleeves]

Yes, if we find someone who looks like they believe they would be above punishment, and promise not to tell anyone. . .

[allyship]

... Yes, well, I suppose it's worth a shot. Who here seems the sort, then...

[he surveys the area with his uno eye.]

[syndromed]

[ rika points to the biggest most grizzly and intimidating man she can see? ]

[booksleeves]

Sir, excuse me! Have you ever murdered someone and gotten away with it?

[allyship]

We, ah, promise we won't tell anyone?

[glad they're just going for it]

[syndromed]

[ the man launches into an extremely long and convoluted story that does not really answer the question

maybe there's murder at the end of the story? who knows. ]

[booksleeves]

[Well. Susato decides any answer that isn't 'no' definitely counts for this exercise and marks it off.]

[allyship]

[he nods.]

Yes, very good. [he waves the man off.] You've served your purpose, so you may leave now.

[syndromed]

Good enough!

Do we have a bingo yet?

[booksleeves]

[We're at 30, so maybe we do! Maybe we do.]

Yes! Incredible! Murder was the last one!

[allyship]

Most excellent.

[yay we hit 30





and then an npc runs by and steals their card]