WEEK SIX MINGLE

[grigori]

kings: week 6 mingle 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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Comments

[beeingnice]

[honestly she's probably just blatantly watching him and judging his outfit. sup.]

[arcsplainist]

[ She's valid. He looks like he's on his way to a LARP session or something.

He's staring around at all the shops in awe and confusion, but Esmerie, perched around his shoulders to avoid the crowds, is the one to notice and chirp at her. Alphinaud then looks up. ]

—Oh. Ah, good day, miss. Faring well today?

[beeingnice]

Oh, my god. All you idiots from that ice hotel are just going to stand out like this.

[and she just unceremoniously grabs his wrist to tug him along.]

Come on, I'm getting you some better clothes. I can't stand to look at you like that, it's utterly ridiculous.

[arcsplainist]

Wh— what?

[ Welp, he's getting dragged now, and Esmerie clings on. ]

Is there something wrong with my attire?

[beeingnice]

Use those eyes of yours. Have you seen what the people who actually live here are wearing? Now look at how different your outfit is. You stick out like a sore thumb.

[arcsplainist]

Well, I suppose so, though I had thought it obvious that this were adventuring attire.

[beeingnice]

"Adventuring attire" isn't, like, a thing here. Unless you're a LARPer or something nerdy like that.

[arcsplainist]

I'm afraid I am unfamiliar of what a "larper" is, so I am not.

[beeingnice]

They're weird people. You don't want to get mixed up with them.

[she drags him into a trendy boutique]

Anyway, pick out something you like.

[arcsplainist]

[ Alphinaud isn't a stranger to high-class living; after all, he's a rich kid, too. But he does glance around, and then back at her. ]

I have very little currency on me, unfortunately, so I don't believe I have the means to purchase aught here.

[beeingnice]

[she pulls out a credit card]

Daddy's paying for it. He owes me after that utterly ridiculous stay at that weird ice murder hotel.

[arcsplainist]

[ ... lmao. You know what. She's valid. ]

Y- yes, it was... well, I apologize if we ruined your experience. [ Sorry we're about to ruin everything for you again? ] If you are certain—though, if there is any way I could repay you for your generosity...

[beeingnice]

You'll already be doing that by putting something else on. If I have to keep running into you guys, I'd rather see you wearing fashionable clothes.

[arcsplainist]

[ Pfft. ]

As you insist, Miss...?

[beeingnice]

Chloé. Chloé Bourgeois.

[arcsplainist]

Miss Bourgeois, then. 'Tis a pleasure, and you have my gratitude.

[beeingnice]

Yeah, yeah, don't make a big deal out of it. Just pick out something that won't be an eyesore to look at.

[arcsplainist]

—Of course. I may need your guidance, however, for I am unfamiliar with these fashions.

[beeingnice]

[


gives his current outfit a once-over]

Yeah, that much is obvious.