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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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A white coat? Hmm... Xie Lian does tend to wear several layers of white. Could it be he's the reason for our mystery? Or perhaps it's Kim Dokja? We should inspect the evidence more closely before arriving at our final verdict.
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[Do we even have those here.]
But what reason could our mystery person have to be in such a hurry, that they would drop this coat in their haste?
[He puts a pipe to his lips to contemplate the question. It's a toy pipe. Bubbles come out of it.]
Our next piece of evidence will surely reveal the truth!
[Is he not going to properly identify the evidence they already have in front of their faces, first? Guess not.]
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this time he pulls out... a walking stick????]
Interesting! So this was the weapon, was it?
[swings it around!]
For the record, kids should never play around with these things so idly! They're used for support and to help people get around! Not for hitting each other!
[this Public Safety Announcement was brought to you by Wild Tiger.]
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[There's loud booing from the audience.
Maybe he should go back to slow stripping.
This may be hell.]
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[A few puffs on the bubble-pipe. Blub blub.]
Or could it be part of a disguise...?
Our suspect, having feigned a need for walking assistance, suddenly cast aside their walking stick and broke into a run when we arrived on the scene! But where could they have fled to...? There appears to be no place to hide in this room!
[That's probably not true. At the very least there's, like, wherever they went to change, but whatever.]
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So, that would mean... a disguise!
[and he delves into the box once more... PULLING OUT A PAIR OF VERY FAMILIAR GLASSES!]
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Let's take a careful look at our evidence so far. A white coat, glasses and a cane?
Who would discard all of that, Detective?
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[Confidently wrong, probably.]
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[wait.
POINTS TO THE AUDIENCE.]
And this is why you should be caring for your elderly!
[??? moral of the story???]
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No one who goes with glasses would throw them away so easily!
1/2
[He raises a single finger, in preparation to dazzle you all with a Logic and Reasoning Spectacular...]
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Time's up. We can stop now.
[The "French"-accented deadpan voice is back. The audience is appalled.]
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[taking off his mask and tossing it back into the box.]
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Goodbye forever, this never happened. ]
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!