chasma | WEEK SIX MINGLE

kings: week 6 mingle

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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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a long, long sleep, a famous sleep

Come 11 PM, wherever you are this fine evening, you'll find that something has... happened. If you attempt to leave the place you've found yourself in—even if you had every intention of going somewhere else to sleep—you'll discover that the way is barred. The doors are locked, the windows are unbreakable, or there's some sort of force preventing you from crossing over an unmarked boundary that you were able to cross maybe even a minute ago.

Your daemons aren't able to travel, either, so it's not just you. Any attempts to get a flying or swimming daemon through by alternative means will also fail to much the same results. Even beating on doors and windows and walls and barriers will do nothing but bring pain.

Whatever is happening, you're locked down for the night. Better get comfortable, and hope that it's not too crowded wherever you are. Any attempts to make contact with others in neighboring locations will go unheard, though maybe you can see one another..? It might make the night interesting, playing some charades.

But then, time still passes. As midnight arrives, you'll find yourselves hearing a song, no matter where you are. It's something hummed by a chorus of beautiful, possibly feminine voices—hard to say, with the distant quality of it—that resonates with each and every one of you.

Should you be somewhere that you can see outside, into the world that you've found yourselves in, you'll see the whorling and glittering lights of an aurora far above.

Around you, the city continues on. The blaring of a car alarm, sirens coming in and out for emergency services, a train bellows on the outskirts, heard even from within the heart of the city. Bass thumps from passing cars and the concert hall both. Someone yells on the street, drunk, and another yell answers. And, as the song seems to come to a close...

You fall asleep. Happy dreams, travelers.

WEEK SIX MINGLE

SLEEP TIGHT...