WEEK FIVE MINGLE

[grigori]

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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[grigori]

[ the second crashes into the ground, a rough landing for both watcher and daemon. they roll a few feet, leaving a trail of feathers and dust in their wake as their daemon, a polecat, lands limply a short distance away. golden, shimmering dust pools in the snow beneath them both as they slow to a stop, unmoving, wings listless and broken.

though their mask is still in place (if a little off kilter), their cloak is in tatters, and short locks of gold cling to their skin with sweat and melting snow under a hood that barely holds on. there's something clutched close to their chest, smeared with dust and blood from their hands - a book that glows a faint gold of its own, the lettering completely unrecognizable to anyone here. they've curled themselves around it, as if to protect it from prying eyes or wandering hands, so it might be easy to miss the wound in their abdomen, if not for the dark spot slowly spreading on their clothes.

more obvious cuts and slashes pepper their arms, legs, their back - all perfectly survivable, save for the slash on their throat. it bleeds slowly, an odd mixture of blood and golden dust collecting on the front of their shirt and dripping into the snow.

Yomiel is dead. ]

[perfectdistance]

[He books it to their side. There's so little he can, he used his heal, they look awful.]

Yomiel-

[He touches next to the slash to his throat, expecting it to hurt him in return.]

[grigori]

[ it's new. it doesn't hurt either of them, only continue to bleed red and gold. enjoy that.

yomiel does not respond. ]

[perfectdistance]

[He is now touching every single injury clinging to the faint hope that they're somehow alive.]

[grigori]

[ the only wound that elicits any reaction is the broken arm they've had all week, out of its sling but still in a cast smeared with blood and dust. ]

[malewife]

[ Yomiel... He looks over the body while Niah goes to fetch the polecat, carefully bringing it back and nudging it towards the angel. There is a small whine as Joonghyuk tries to assess their wounds.

We will... Try to stop the bleeding first. May he put this book aside? Or will Yomiel have a death grip? ]

[grigori]

[ the polecat is brought over to yomiel. i'm sure they'd appreciate it if they knew, but once they're set down, they don't move.

yjh may take the book. yomiel's holding onto it pretty tightly, but they're, you know, dead. it's yours now, buddy. ]

[perfectdistance]

[Nero quietly takes the book and puts it away for now. They have bigger worries than accidentally losing something in the chaos of it all.]

[quiz]

[ WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS REZE MEANT TO BE HAPPY AFTER THIS!!!!!!!!!

If she still feels like she doesn’t have a heart, she feels it here. Sinking into the depths of her chest, causing her rib cage to grow tight. The words don’t come to her throat, initially, but once she’s at their side she’ll just…

God, she doesn’t even know. Her brain is blitzing out. ]

Yomiel — Hey, what do I do? [ She’s trying not to cry?? Literally what the fuck.

Reze grabs them by their shoulder, shaking lightly. ] Please, you can’t —

[grigori]

[ how could you hurt me like this? i'm sad! let the girl have a heart!

yoo joonghyuk took the book from them, so they're just. lying here. useless. reze shakes them. is that really how you're going to treat someone who died? i guess it's fine, though, since they're dead. they just continue to bleed dust, and don't answer. ]

[quiz]

[ SHE’S NOT A HEALER… SHE’S JUST VIBING, HER NAME LITERALLY COMES FROM ANOTHER WORD THAT MEANS “DESTROY”, SHE WASN’T BORN FOR THIS.

She has her first aid kit, at least? She’s pretty much hoarded it and only used it on herself and Dokja (sorry guys), but she’ll… try to at least get those wounds covered. ]

[lefthandpath]

[it's much easier to yell at Rameel, but seeing Yomiel tumble to the ground next just makes Allen want to scream for a different reason--that heal shouldn't have been used on him.]

[grigori]

[ but hey they'd be glad that allen's doing okay! ]

[malewife]

[ YOU CAN'T BE GLAD IF YOU'RE DEAD ]

[lefthandpath]

[yep, he's fine. he's perfectly 100% fine. he is so very fine and Yomiel will be fine because other people are able to deal with this.]

[senjinrouha]

[ gives yomiel a potion i guess. supports them, makes sure they don't choke, sippy, sippy binch. ]

[malewife]

[ WHERE IS YOMIEL I AM WAITING ]

[quiz]

[ yomiel revival waiting room consisting of 2 people ]

[grigori]

[ please my friday work emergencies. i'm dying, just like yomiel.






except. their chest finally moves after the potion is forced down their damaged throat, and they take a shaky, rasping breath. ]

[senjinrouha]

[ YOUR FRIDAY WORK EMERGENCIES.

... he sighs. ]

Wakey, wakey.

[malewife]

Yomiel.

[ THEY ARE BACK!!!!!!! Niah barks. ]

[quiz]

[ She’s crying but hey!! Nice!

Also daemon stuff, Grigory’s just been all over theirs trying to tend to wounds ugh. Gay ass lynx. ]

YomiYomi…

[perfectdistance]

[Disce comes close and yells at them.

Nero is trying not to have a breakdown.]

[rerouter]

[Hello??? Hello?????

Do they have a pulse? Their daemon is still here so she is hoping, but. Holy fuck.]

If the dead can hear us, now would be a really good time to do that thing you told Yuri about.

[grigori]

[ hello.



goodbye. ]