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WEEK SIX MINGLE
kings: week 6 mingle
the big orange
the big orange
22 Remain
Another week, another world to explore. Once again, waking brings you to unfamiliar surroundings, the bitter touch of Nerak cold fading to the more mild weather of autumn. The sound of cars or people talking or faint music greets your ears, no matter the time of day or night, and the light pollution is intense. Hope you weren't counting on seeing the stars.
Welcome to Kings, where you'll have your pick of shopping, entertainment, cute date spots, or just about anything else that you can think of! The city has something to offer for everyone. You'll never be wanting for things to do here - just try not to get lost in the subways. The locals may not be the most willing to help out.
Waiting for you to join them in the main plaza of Star Circle are Baraqiel, Shamsiel, and Suriel. You might have to push your way through the crowds to reach them properly, but no one's blinking an eye at your Watchers today. There are other people in costume hanging around already. What's a few angels to add to the antics?
Suriel greets everyone with their usual cheerful smile, fox daemon pressed close to their ankles to avoid getting lost in the crowd. "I bet this world reminds a bunch of you of home, huh? Let's all make the most of it while we're here!"
Baraqiel heaves a sigh, daemon weasel-formed and half-hidden in the folds of their hood as it suspiciously squints at every noise its little ears pick up. "Speak for yourself." They do not seem 100% thrilled with this worldhop, come the new week, but do at least offer something to the travelers gathered. "For those of you less used to cities like this, there are motorized vehicles of varying sizes in Kings - try not to get run over by them."
With a soft laugh, Shamsiel will look at Baraqiel and gently pat them on their upper arm and their falconet daemon will then proceed to take flight from their shoulder. At least they seem to be relieved that Baraqiel gave them a warning for those who aren't going to be familiar with it. "And much like the previous worlds we've been to, please be mindful of what you end up doing here. We are just visitors, after all, and it'd be rude if we left it all a mess."
As for your effect of the week... Your past injuries have cleared, with no phantom pains left to haunt you, your loved ones, or your launders. Instead, you'll find that you are unable to speak dishonestly - any time you try, your words get stuck on the tip of your tongue and never quite make it out. It's honesty week, lads - no more lying to yourselves or anyone else.
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just. staring at him.]
Why are you here, ramen-head? Are you stalking me?!
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I just wanna know what brand of orange spray tan that is! And what eyeshadow it is you're overapplying and making yourself look all moldy!
And also I had absolutely no say in this so I guess you're just joining us now. [Wait, he didn't want to say that.]
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[she stomps her foot.]
And you wouldn't know fashion if it smacked you in the face!
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Right, and you got here how? [He raises an eyebrow.] They have an airport back there at the ice hotel?
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[sorry she's
not answering that question. she's just glaring at him for that insult.]
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Also, answer the question.
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[
now she's just not answering him to piss him off.]
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Would there be any consequences for lifting this girl up by the throat and threatening to dash her head against the wall if she doesn't answer the fucking question?
Yes. He likes her vibes and doesn't want her to die.]
Very clever retort. You know, if you keep dodging the question I'm gonna assume you've got some big secret.
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It's not that deep, you Backstreet Boys wannabee. It was a hotel. We were travelers. What, you thought we all lived there? As if. No one in their right mind would live in a frozen wasteland like that.
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Backstreet boys? That garbage that they call music? Ugh. No.
[He shakes his head. Dawn likes them so he can't normally talk shit about them but they're all joint first on his list for "who i will kill and eat if i decide to be evil again."]
Also, you still haven't said how you got here. Or there for that matter. I know our friend leaps through portals every time we get transported, is it the same deal with you or is there a more reliable way you can get around?
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How should I know? I take a nap when I travel. Figuring out how we get there is the chauffeur's job, not mine.
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What could that even be but a manager?
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I'm the manager; they're the employees.
[this is such a shitty way to talk about her own parents.]
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