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

[arcsplainist]

[ STOP no one is holding hands ]

Perhaps we ought to... [ He trails off, thinking and squinting. Gods, why are lights like this. ] ... well, there's something more we could be doing, surely. Though to speak true, I know very little of what goes into producing such shows...

[afterword]

[ ??? Joonghyuk? Where the f*ck are you going.

Anyways I see that hand-holding, he keeps glancing to wherever Joonghyuk shuffled off to...? He turns back to Alphinaud and A-Qing. ]

There's a lot of different aspects of it but setting up lights and the works behind isn't something I'm very familiar with. Would be nice if they left someone to guide us. [ SIGHS. ...Then, something starts to play..?

(insert Dragostea Din Tei playing. ) ] ..Wha?

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk is seemingly gone, but more so he’s just further away.

Eventually, he finds other staff— ]

You. Fix this mess. The effects are out of control.

[ Yes, he keeps this neon purple cloak on. ]

[taptap]

[ a-qing is wrinkling her nose at the additional numa numa-ing ]

Why would they leave something so complicated for us, ah? What kind of help do they want?

[ the smack buttons until things happen one apparently ]

[arcsplainist]

[ The lights keep flashing different colors with every button she pushes, and Alphinaud just covers his face with a hand. ]

I think it time to accept we will get no where with this…

[afterword]

[ A deep sigh.]

Maybe Joonghyuk-ah had better luck. [ Wherever the shadows and blinding lights took him... ]

[malewife]

[ There are other controls where he is, so he is pressing what he thinks is the off button.

... And thank god, the blinding lights Stop? But the crew closer to the stage has to survive the ugliest clashes of color they have ever seen. ]