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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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[Just put some pressure on the wound maybe... He turns his head to make sure he still got his lamp... he does. He can die a happy vamp now.]
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Well if you're still yelling, then that must mean you're still healthy!
[ Better than people showing up DEAD EVERY WEEK. ]
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[Hello, Power, he puts a bruised hand on your shoe to make sure you're real, and then cries some more.]
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You're not allowed to die! I have decided so!
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Alright, I'll let the higher ups in Hell know.
We got... a bit to talk about, pet. But that can wait, I suspect.
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Can you heal by drinking blood?
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[No comment on that. It's really not helping his case considering how much talking hurts right now, but!]
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'Tis a very special deal, okay? I don't owe you a favour anymore!
[ And pouring a bit of it into his mouth, not the whole thing but some baby sips. ]
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Mm. Thanks.
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Now stop talking until you don't have a big hole in you anymore!
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... Well, yes. We're all still lively sans Scheherazade, I suppose.
[they're stubborn assholes.]
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well maybe not]
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It would be helpful if I were at better strength... it would be just barely, but I could stop your bleeding.
[ Unfortunately she can't even stop her own fucking bleeding this week. So she at least unwraps her scarf and holds it out to him? ]
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he looks a little surprised, but he'll take it.]
... Remind me to give you some sweets later.
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Don't the sick need to eat snacks to get healthy?
[ Sick, injured, whatever. ]
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[ Not that she can give Rochalizo any apple bunnies, but maybe just maybe she will bring a snack. ]
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Then run off. Waddling like the bundled up Michelin Man she is. ]
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Granted she's also Power so there's definite evidence of her having also ate some of said snacks, but, you know. She's bringing most of it back! You better have been patched up a bit better by now, nerd.
And just holds out a pastry and an apple bunby. ]
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... What is this?
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[ flat looks frazzled as he tries to run towards him. ]
How many heals do we have left?! I have bandages!
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[He's lost a lot of blood.]
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