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 last to hit the ground, bouncing once then skidding and leaving behind a smear of red and gold on the snow, is satariel.

they don't move, after.

for the entire week, they've done their best to keep their cloak enclosed around them, but now it's tattered and freely open, showcasing a bloody mess all on its own. with the way that their body is angled after landing, twisted, it makes it easier to see that there's still spreading blood both front and back of their midsection, parallel one another, like they were run through. it could simply be the effect of the week - if not for the fact the way their bodice sticks to them, tacky with blood and dust, a little concave on both sides of them like there's a hole underneath.

their hair has spilled out of their hood, golden curls that start to darken at the ends as if the dust has begun fading due to sheer length of strands. more blood and flaking dust is on their knuckles, their forearms, the exposed portions of collar and chest, and their wings. both of them look to be at bad angles - one broken, one dislocated. in raven form, their daemon can be seen in their hood, just as unmoving and losing dust like reverse rainfall as blood pools on the snow. neither chest moves.

Satariel is dead. ]

[greatdeduction]

[why is sholmes out here - SHOLMES IS PHYSICALLY FINE HE CAN DO WHAT HE WANTS]

[But compared with how he was previously, he's rushing over with alarm to bend over Satariel.]

My dear...my dear fellow...s-someone, get some healing abilities!

[grigori]

[ there is no cheerful reaction to sholmes' voice, and no reassurances that everything is fine. satariel remains silent, and unmoving, nothing save for the blood continuing to sluggishly pool on the snow with glimmering dust. ]

[greatdeduction]

Satariel!

[He'll move to press against their shoulder to put them more on their back, shaking their shoulders after.]

Come now-! Come on! Not...not you too...

[He sucks in a breath as he looks down at the bodice, trying to assess how large the wound is.]

[arcsplainist]

[ Oh, no. Oh no oh no.

Alphinaud rushes over, the first he approaches Satariel. He kneels down, cupping a hand underneath her head. ]

Oh, gods. M— Miss Satariel, pray, say something if you are able to hear me.

[grigori]

[ alphinaud may cradle satariel's head, especially since most of her hair has spilled out of the hood and he can find it much easier - there isn't a reaction to him, either, but moving her isn't difficult when she's limp, if he'd like to.

even the raven doesn't croak or move, nestled in the hood as it is. ]

[arcsplainist]

... Damn it all.

[ He hisses, low and angry. At the very least, Alphinaud will try to make her less... twisty.

And then he looks up. ]

I realize we were supposed to send them to you– [ ... Supposedly... ] –but this cannot wait.

Hang in there, Miss Satariel—I've got you.

[ With his other hand, Alphinaud uses it to hover over her close, and from it a white glow emits. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ He's checking then all, but he comes over to check on Satariel and gently shake them.

But he looks up from his spot, directed at everyone: ]

If they're alive, I can heal one of them completely. I need to know who is the worse off.

[grigori]

[ we really need to stop giving you guys CYOAs where you can slap the dead back to life?

anyways, no reaction. the raven lolls against satariel's cheek a little, but it's more from the shaking than anything else. ]

[afterword]

[ Everyone sends murder proposals to Cola and Mods. We are k*lling the players themselves. We will suffer No Longer. ]

[ Dokja comes as quickly as he can, even though he really is useless without any healing, but he can at least try and use any of his bandages to stifle some bleeding. More importantly the obvious hole but there is just so?? much??? ]

Oh, Satariel. You've survived before, you... [ You're strong enough to do so again, aren't you? ]

[grigori]

[ well, the good news (?) is that dokja touching the obvious hole will cause him physical pain. so it's an old injury, from before this week took place. the bad news is that it's an injury again.

but he's touching an injury and feeling an abrupt, sharp pain in his midsection. he wouldn't be able to feel that if satariel was totally gone, right..? ]

[veraltwin]

[Oh, gods, not again, not this time--

Alisaie is bolting to Satariel when they land, dropping down to her knees next to them. Her vision is still so blurry--she shoves up her sunglasses; it doesn't matter how bright it is, she needs to be able to see the colors proper--but there's so much blood, so much mess.

This is going to be awful, but Alisaie grits her teeth and starts inspecting their wounds, brushing her fingers over everything. Twelve forfend, let one of these give her the sudden blinding pain they've felt throughout the rest of the week; let some of this be the world they're in and not all damage from the angels...

But as she's questing, she's lifting her head to shout.]

Brother! We've need of your magicks!

[(It's fine, he's already here, this is all going on at the same time w/e)]

[grigori]

[ much like dokja, alisaie will find one spot.

the gaping hole in satariel's midsection. there's no reaction from the watcher, but it is a blinding, searing pain that shoots through and through in one, rocketing sensation. abrupt. a killing blow if there could ever be one. but it's clearly an injury again, rather than a surface bleeding like others have been so far this week. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ He is indeed already here. ]

I've got her. Now we can only pray it works.

[escardos]

[ after a good minute of watching this: ]

ROXIS, GET SOMEONE TO HEAL THE WATCHERS NOW!!!

[grigori]

[ well guess whose wings are getting extra duty today. they seem a little tired but they'll have two bottles in their hands. ]

H, hello... Flat. I have some things from the others.... Only two items with me right now.

[malewife]

[ he hates all of you

Joonghyuk carefully reorganizes them so that they aren't in twisted angles, their hood collecting their hair like they weren't just a mess falling down. They can lie down peacefully, comfortably, or as comfortable as one can when dead as he cleans up their wounds and adds pressure for now. For a moment, he holds their hand tightly as he goes through what they all can do. There are healing items, right? It seems like people are divvying up... ]

[grigori]

[ xoxo mr. yoo

joonghyuk knows which injury will cause pain when he touches it, but it's been reopened - unhealed? run through again? hard to say - so it still needs tending to, is still new. the other injuries do better with being stemmed as everyone organizes around them. satariel settles easily into the position that he puts them in, and it almost seems restful if not for the blood and dust. ]

[voltadomar]

[Others have already run to their side, so Kim stands back to watch with an uneasy look on his face.]

[grigori]

[ sorry, lieutenant. it's going to be a long night for everyone. ]

[lefthandpath]

[all of them? why'd it have to be all of them?

Allen doesn't know what to do, so he's kind of. trying to keep out of the way but.]

[grigori]

[ because sometimes you're tired of your job and decide it's better to submit a resignation in person.

with your fists.

but satariel is conscious, so that's 3/3. we're fine, allen! ]

[senjinrouha]

[ here to state yuri looks furious about satariel too. all of you are in so much trouble, holy shit. ]

[grigori]

[ well, at least we're all awake now! sorry, yuri. ]

[beeingnice]

[suddenly, there's a shrill scream!



it's one of the other guests.]

WHY DO ALL OF YOU KEEP BLEEDING EVERYWHERE?!

[anyway she's running off to hide in her hotel room now]