chasma | WEEK SIX MINGLE

kings: week 6 mingle

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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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Why wouldn't people hug you! Your muscles! The warmth!

[His cheeks flush, and he just. Slumps on the table, trying to hide his face. HONESTY WEEK.]

[ SHOLMES YOUR THIRST? ]

I think you have a bias.

[there is no thirst]

[and into the table muffled:]

I do....

[ sounds fake.

But he laughs a little, patting Sholmes softly. ]

There, there.

[MAKING DISGRUNTLED NOISES INTO THE TABLE LIKE THE MANCHILD HE IS]

[ Happy now, Sholmes? Pat pat, after the hug. ]

[He's happier! Kotetsu got hugged. :)]

[ What a dork. ]

You didn't have to pressure Kim like that.

I just found it unfair that he hugged me and not you. If he didn't hug the either of us, I wouldn't have.

Hm. He said he'd take one later.

[ Looks like he's thinking something and leans over to whisper something to Sholmes. ]

[...!]

[Sholmes jolts in place, hitting his knee on the desk. He turns to Kotetsu, flustered.]

Really.

[ He's grinning wide at that reaction. ]

Yes really.

[Picking up a pen (what pen? HE PROBABLY JUST HAD A PEN, BOOTHS HAVE PENS) to throw at him.]

[Binch. >8I]

...

[ Laughs as the pen smacks him and he's picking it up and unbuttoning the sleeve on Sholmes' shirt. He's rolling it up. If there is resistance, he will manhandle Sholmes. And writes something!!!! ]

[>8O]

[WHAT]

[Yeah he's definitely getting manhandled because STOP, LET HIM GO, and with the aftermath he just looks at the writing. And looks at Kotetsu. And huffs with great offense.]

I don't know... [He coughs, blushing. He can't lie.] I know exactly why I like you.

[ He drops the pen on the table and drapes his arm over Sholmes' shoulder, leaning in close to him. ]

Good to hear, detective.

Mmmmm.

[Just turning his face away! Don't look at him! You binch!]

[ He's looking and leaning closer. One finger pokes Sholmes' cheek. ]

Something wrong?

[POUTING LIKE THE MANCHILD HE IS]

Mmm.

You're going to scare everyone off if you're pouting like that. So, we'll have to do something about it!

[ He hops out of his chair and holds his hand out. Do you trust him? ]

...Alright.

[He'll stand up and take the man's hand. Irene perks up from where she's sitting, nose twitching.]

[ He pulls him in close, almost as if he's about to hug him. Instead, he moves Sholmes' hand to the position it was at the ghost festival, his own taking its rightful place. He leans in close, just barely above a whisper. ]

We could have done a dance booth, but then what would be the point if it's a booth only meant for two?

[ Stop sulking, dance with this dumb tiger. ]

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[What the fuck are you two whispering about.]

[ They're idiots. It's fine. ]

[NOTHING AT ALL do not pay attention to these idiots]