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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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[Like. HELLO?]
[The ladies do not seem to be agreeable to reason.]
[We have what you want...and you can give us what we want!
Look, we have art of you! You HAVE to kiss for us! Mwah mwah mwah-]
[They are making kissy duck lips near their drawing by Yuri. One makes a selfie of herself.]
[Anyways, no kiss, no shawl!
No kiss! NO SHAWL!
NO KISS NO SHAWL-!]
[They are now just chanting NO KISS NO SHAWL over and over again with the rabid excitement that only fangirls could manage.]
[Sholmes is at a loss for words.]
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he's going to take this as his chance to slip away...except not, because two of the girls stop him. ]
[ You have to do it too!!
Yeah!! NO KISS NO SHAWL!!! ]
I don't want to impose on the-
[ they're chanting NO KISS NO SHAWL at him now, crowding him and preventing him from going anywhere. ]
[ canopus, however, does manage to slip away and sniff out that turkey sandwich. best girl. ]
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[ Two! ]
One. One half kiss.
[ No, two!! ]
Come on, we shouldn't--
[ Well, now you're just being difficult and I don't think I'm going to part with it until you give me three now. ]
[ Kotetsu sighs and faces Sholmes, in one smooth motion, while watching out for their bloody limbs, he pulls Sholmes close against him in their sexy safari outfits and starts to lean in, his breath hot on Sholmes' lips and then looks over at them from the corner of his eye. He's about to say something, when- ]
[ Oh Em Gee. Which one of them do you think is the bottom???
Totally the blonde.
No way! Height rule, duh?!
LE GASP! DO YOU THINK THIS IS THE FABLED TRUE SWITCH PAIR? ]
Uh... What?
[ The girls wave at them. Continue, fools. One of them whispers to another, I bet the dark haired one would be one of those secret omegas and that blonde could totally be alpha...
IMAGINE THEIR CUTE KIDS. KYAAAAAA. ]
We do have...
[ A collective gasp.
A DADDY SHIP? They're all giggling and blushing now. The one with the shawl clears her throat.
We'll let you off with one kiss if you call him daddy. Which one? They don't care. ]
[ He. He just stands there with Shomles close to him like ????? Sholmes, help. ]
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[help. SOS. SOMEONE PLEASE ASSIST.]
[He's just standing here in Kotetsu's arms, his face suddenly very, very red.]
We already have children...I mean...excuse me? Omega?
[IS THIS A HIDDEN LAYER OF TWINK/TWUNK/HUNK??? Sholmes is flummoxed, glancing away and trying his best to keep his composure. A...daddy..........daddy ship......]
I hardly see what boats have to do with anything, but...
[He turns to Kotetsu. In the most unsure voice in the world:]
D...........addy?