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suitedreams2022-05-10 09:26 pm
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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: MINGLE
(35 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)
Needless to say, marble isn't exactly the most comfortable surface to sleep on. Do you even remember falling asleep? Maybe not, but the moment your eyes flutter open and the lingering stardust fades, you come into consciousness with the distinct feeling that your dreams were very important.
You vaguely remember a shadowed hand, the pen and the scroll in its grip as the terms and conditions glow softly before you. You can't quite remember the details, the words blurring and fading fasting the longer you try, but you come to a conclusion rather quickly:
-Someone you care about is in trouble and their life is now your responsibility.
-You have signed a contract to provide entertainment to the Host in exchange for their safe return.
Your other memories begin to settle now that you're more awake. You remember that this isn't the first time you've been swept away for a game by someone else's design. You remember what those games entailed, too, but as the pieces click together you get the sense that murdering everyone around you isn't a solution. It won't get your hostage back sooner. It will only end tragically for everyone involved.
So instead, perhaps it's time to take in your surroundings. Where the hell even are you now? The marble floor of the lobby is still cool to the touch, and the front desk is before you with several keys on hooks against the wall. Each of them includes a keychain with two small, clear star-shaped crystals embedded at the bottom. Too bad you can't seem to remove the keys just yet! Guest accommodations aren't quite ready.
Ah, right. About that. You aren't alone! After all, what's the fun in playing a game by yourself? Should one try to actually count the keys hanging on the wall, you'll find there are 35 in total. You can also learn more about them should you look at the leather-bound book bolted to the front desk. Though some of them may look a bit different, seeing how everyone gathered in the lobby is dressed to the nines. What happened to your other clothing? Worry not. You do want to be presentable at the front desk, don't you?
Speaking of the front desk, while you aren't able to retrieve your keys or even leave the ground floor right now, you will find small gift boxes scattered around the desk as a complementary gift for each guest. Inside these boxes, you will find:
-A flask. Those of legal drinking age will find it filled with a sweet wine, and those underage will find juice of some kind.
-A shaving kit
- A single aspirin
-A keychain
-A condolence card
-A sheet of temporary tattoos
-A small bag of jerky
-A compact mirror with a cute pattern on the outer casing
No other items are on your person even if you were holding onto them prior to your arrival. Perhaps the bellhop has already taken your luggage for you?
But despite the front desk hosting a small cluster of bells, ringing them doesn't seem to draw the attention of anyone. The bells cannot be removed from the desk, but the hotel staff appears to be occupied with other tasks.
It looks as though you're on your own for now until maintenance is finished. But it's just like the first time, isn't it? Get to know the other guests, start asking questions, and settle in for your stay.
You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave...
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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I'm a little annoyed at our situation, but otherwise...[ he shakes his head ] No, I have not seen either of them.
[ there's a frown on his face, one that reads of sadness and even loneliness. after all they haven't really been separated from their daemons since they left that place. he grabs a glass. ]
They should be here, somewhere though, according to the book up front.
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but watching diluc round the bar feels familiar. he pulls the coat closer around his shoulders. he knows precisely how he's feeling right now, their emotions a mirror at times. all it takes is to watch the rigid line of diluc's back, the look in his eyes, the way his lips twitch into his frown. ]
It's just a matter of a couple of days, I suppose, like last time.
[ he watches the glass silently, his expression a little more numb than usual. ]
Hua Cheng is here, as well as Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. And Rin as well. Have you run into any of them?
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[ not being able to feel their daemon's presence is also throwing him off.
he begins to pull different ingredients out, surveying what is available, so he can decide on a drink. ]
I've seen Rin and caught a glimpse of the others. Seems everyone here has experienced the same sort of game before.
[ drink making in progress. ]
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[ he can only hope, but he doesn't want to throw the "h" word out there so early. he watches quietly as diluc works, moving just to slip his arms through the arms of the jacket and curls them inwards. there's a gift shop with sweaters, but he's going to wait for a bit. this dress could come in handy okay. he'll grab some logo-wear later. ]
We'll find them.
[ that isn't an option. ]
What will you make me?
[ kaeya wtf not every drink is for you ]
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[ he glances up at him, a small smile on his face. ]
Something that will remind you of home and bring some comfort.
[ well this drink is for kaeya! diluc sets it down in front of him, the drink looking similar to a certain favorite of the captain's. he'll find it doesn't taste quite the same, but it'll do the job. ]
I do hope it's to your liking, Sir Kaeya.
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[ but he's taking the drink and as it passes over his tongue he gives a pause and then takes another sip. the taste lingers and you're correct, it isn't quite right. nothing is quite right here—but diluc has somehow recreated a kind of rich, earthy mouthfeel that reminds him of late nights at angel's share, and he cherishes it briefly. ]
Feels odd, doesn't it? Not having them? Can't even feel him a little bit...
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It certainly does. Like an emptiness, similar to when we had to leave them behind in the land of the dead. But even then, I could still feel that Canopus was there waiting for my return.
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[ he takes another sip of his drink and lingers over it, watching the light wink softly off of the surface. he rests his chin on his hand gently. ]
My... you do look rather dashing tonight, Mr. Bartender...
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My my, is the Captain already tipsy? I could have sworn I didn't make the drink that strong.
[ teasing. there's a stupid smile on his face. ]
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[ kaeya. ]
Maybe you were a little heavy-handed on the pours. Come closer and see.
[ he leans forward on his elbows, a smile at the edges of his lips. and maybe there in his eye, the amount of "i don't want to do this again" really shows. ]
I miss them already.
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[ he does lean forward, but all teasing stops once he sees that look in kaeya's eye. ]
As do I. [ reaches up to lightly tug at a piece of fringe. ]
You must be drunk, you're being quite honest right now.
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[ he is. his voice pitches just so and try as she might, he can't hide it. it's like the late hours at angel's share, long past closing, where kaeya is trying to convince diluc to let him sleep at the bar with his arms for pillows because it's "easier to get to work this way."
he closes his eye as diluc brushes back a bit of his hair. ]
A bit. It's alright. You know me.
[ he glances down a moment before back up again, reaching to take diluc's hand and press it to his cheek. he looks at him. concern. ]
Have you told anyone much about our daemons at all?
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he sighs. as his hand is taken, he just presses it more into kaeya's cheek, thumbing over the skin. ]
I have not, no. And I'm not sure if I will want to, once we get them back. The last thing we need is for anyone to use them against us.
[ but then they find out their soul bond has been nerfed. and it's fine! (maybe) ]