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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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[Someone seems to have set up a small booth outside the apartments. Yes! Another booth! Though instead of wild rumors or crazy debates, this booth is just offering.............free hugs? That's what it says, on the little billboard behind the two men sitting at the table. The men in question being Herlock Sholmes and Kotetsu Kaburagi, along with their respective daemons.]
[If someone approaches, Sholmes just gestures to the sign.]
Well, it says what it says! What do you say? We all need a little more happiness, around these parts.
[So? You want a free hug, or not? (OOC: Kotetsu and/or Sholmes will reply to this prompt!)]
b. (sholmes voice) i believe this is what they would call "meta"
[Sometime later, Sholmes can be found in the park - he's easy to spot, because he's surrounded by some children who are perched around where he's sitting on a bench, book in his lap. Irene is somewhere nearby, pretending to be a common crow as to not be set upon by kids wanting to pet her. The book in question is......]
[Well, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Sholmes is reading it out loud, smiling, as his audience sits, enthralled.]
“Where is your warrant?” Sholmes half drew a revolver from his pocket. “This will have to serve till a better one comes.” “Why, you’re a common burglar.” “So you might describe me,” said Sholmes cheerfully. “My companion is also a dangerous ruffian. And together we are going through your house.”
[And so he continues, notably editing the names for "Sholmes" and "Wilson" as he goes along. When the children get bored and leave, he'll look up at whoever approaches.]
I do say, this "Arthur Conan Doyle" should be sued for copyright, my dear fellow. Far too similar publishing compared to my biographer! The gall of it all!
[He seems in good humors, regardless, despite the small dark circles under his eyes.]
[Sholmes in general can be seen browsing through things in the city, watching movies, and walking through the park! He's having a good time!]
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[ points gun.
free hugs.
he wants free hugs so badly he's going to re-enact the bad behavior from the gossip box booth and slink behind the stand to rope the both of them into a hug simultaneously. ]
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[HELLO!]
[He is a bit surprised, but he's reaching up to pat the man's head, not being pulled away.]
I do believe we were giving hugs, not you...
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Nice to see you, too.
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Are you having fun?
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Nero considers them.]
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If you wish, Mr. Turner! I'd be happy to embrace a friend.
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No reason not to, right?
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Let me know when someone comes over.
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[Irene is grooming herself and her cute hare ears as Sholmes leans back against the man.]
You get some rest where you need to.
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[ He still feels sleepy, but this is fine.
Finley moves to gently nudge at Irene, laying down next to her lazily. Her tail idly flicks. ]
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You're giving out hugs?
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[He smiles.]
Want one? It does the soul some good, I feel.
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We thought some people could use it.
[ He's normally not an openly hugging type, but everyone's been through a lot. ]
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A
[That said he would like a hug, yes.]
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Maybe Sholmes should have invited Wild Tiger over instead of me. That might have been more fitting for this scene.
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Dear Allen. Would you like a hug?
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B!
Is it too on the nose? [ Beside the reader is his arctic fox daemon, Jin emitting a fox-like sound that resembles a laugh. ]
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[He huffs, resting back in the bench as he places the book on the bench. Irene walks back, before jumping up to land on his shoulder, ruffling her feathers.]
But still, the words are familiar. It's somewhat nice, to have a reminder of them.
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