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Week 4
Weather: Monday AM & PM - Clear Skies; Tuesday - Thursday AM Cloudy, PM Rainy; Friday - Clear Skies
- The Meteor Shower
On Monday, there are, in your mailboxes, passports for those who happened to not pick them up when the airport opened. Hold onto these--they’re important, after all! Open them up, and you’ll find not only a title, your name, and your hometown, but you’ll also find…
A blank page? That’s right. There’s a page in the back of the admittedly small passport with only one thing on it: a space that looks like it has room for a star stamp. Huh. That’s strange, isn’t it? There are no hints as to what it could be about, but maybe the announcement will shed some light.
There’s also, like last week, a familiar face around the island… it’s Audie! Come around to her house to say hi--she’s very excited to be here, and very fashionably dressed as she strolls around the island.
And like clockwork, at nine AM, Tom Nook makes his announcement once more:
“Good morning, Isla Sonrisa! A few things this morning. Please give a warm welcome to our new neighbor, Audie!”
Audie smiles and waves at you all with both paws--she’s pretty flattered at the warm response. Tom Nook continues--
“We have for you the ability to build bridges now! Yes, yes, these will prove very useful indeed. Of course, you will most likely have to work together to figure out the best places to put these bridges, as we have only a limited number… But I am sure working together will be little trouble for you all! The only thing to note is that each bridge will come with a construction fee of 15,000 bells each. Consider working together to get some bridges up and running...?”
He pauses, and the next part comes with some measure of almost… not quite dismay, but there’s a certain cloud over the tanuki: “It also seems Iori and Mira have also left the island… Again, we’re looking into it, and should any discoveries come to light, I will tell you immediately.”
He nods to himself, and continues on--
“Next, I’d like to tell you all we have a very special event tonight… a meteor shower! Yes, yes, starting at 7 PM, we will have clear skies and many stars to wish upon. Who knows--maybe your wishes will all come true!” He says that with a bright smile, almost like he really believes it… Or maybe that’s just his quiet optimism? Anyway, he continues--
“Finally, I’d like to thank you all for your hard work in making items for our new friends! Yes, yes, you all have been working so hard to create furniture and items for our housing plots, but this week, I invite you all to put your best DIY skills to the test! There are no specific style requirements in mind, but please make sure our potential new friend has:
1 Table
2 Dressers
1 Clock
2 Chairs
Of course, if you’d like to make more, I am sure our friend will not be opposed…” He pauses, and seems to remember something! “Ah, yes, we are very close to opening our museum… I am sure Blathers would appreciate any bugs, fish, or fossils regardless! Hmm… Yes, that is all I have for you! Thank you once more for your hard work, and have a wonderful day!”
Possible Objectives
1. Help Tom Nook prepare a housing plot for the last villager house.
2. Donate more specimens to Blathers.
3. Attend the meteor shower, if you so desire. There may be some secrets waiting for you...
4. Make a money pool for some bridges.
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
(OOC: Welcome to Week 4! Please direct all questions to the FAQ.
Here's this week's Weekly Plotting Post for you all to use!
As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to let us know! Have fun!)
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He feels a sigh leave him. ] Does it kill you to.. [ Answer him? Maybe he is greedy. Maybe there's a secret part of him that's touch starved, or just wants to take hold of this to remember on the account he forgets everything suddenly. Something to burn before he eventually decides what he memories he wants to keep or let go. He winces at the flick to his head, making a sudden noise as a hand raises to rub at the spot. His tail starts to lash in reflected annoyance.
Even so, Dokja doesn't stop Joonghyuk as he returns to gathering the plates as he meant to before. Both hands let go almost immediately, not fighting to keep that warmth close to him as one hand drops to his side. He quietly lets out a breath but finds himself suddenly caught in that quick kiss. It's unexpected, eyes blinking widely, and he barely has time to actually react to it. In that brief moment he realizes he almost melts to it, pliant and light until it ends as quickly as it started. Dokja gawks for yet another time that night, staring at him before that heat pooling at his cheeks burn bright. He steps back, one hand steadying him on wobbly legs by holding onto the table and the other pressing to his mouth. His lips tingle, his heart racing and it looks as if he had the breath he would definitely be calling him a bastard for yet another time.
As if to secure even a thread of his pride, he shoves the other man towards the sink. ] --Go wash them already then. [ And not stand there staring at him, you punk. Dokja will just take. A quick seat in the meantime as he fights with the nerves to calm down. However, maybe because of the rush of adrenaline he doesn't shut up. Then again, Dokja often has times where he just doesn't know when to shut up.] That sucked for a first kiss.
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Wow.
Okay. It wasn't much of a kiss, he knows, but damn. Dokja must be irritated? Half of him finds that humorous and wants to poke fun at him, then the other wants to wring his neck. He peeks a glimpse of how Dokja is holding from the corner of his eye, quite satisfied to see that something simple has left the man undone. Joonghyuk is the winner here and he preens himself over it. ]
Beggars can't be choosers. [ Bitch.] You're acting like a high school girl.
[ It's really insulting upon insults with them, but at least each seemingly cold jab is filled with some level of endearment and familiarity. ]
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A small laugh leaves him, raising a brow before lifting his head and turning away. ] That's rich coming from you.
[ Mister "I fight with actual high school girls". But, despite the jabs, it really is filled with familiarity and endearment. Especially as he smiles over at his companion with a crinkle to the corners of his eyes with mirth. ] Should I even bother with giving it a rating? [ As though he didn't get a little weak to it. ]
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It wouldn't be a fair rating.
[ He knows Dokja would rate it low to spite him, though he doesn't think much of it. Joonghyuk knows the truth that it moved his companion. It wasn't grandiose or passionate, but firsts can always impact in a certain way... Especially when they've held a palette of feelings for each other, then well aware of Dokja's rather detached history. His past doesn't matter to him, though. What matters is the Dokja he sees in front of him.
When it's all clean, he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. ]
Do you even have the credentials to rate a kiss?
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After two I think it's fair to rate.
[ ..Which, well implies another kiss. A hand raises to press a curled hand to his lips with thought, the mirth and tease slowly leaving him. His gaze flickers up to Joonghyuk's own, watching him as he stares back at him. It was strange but.. it wasn't bad. Not that he'll admit that. Fingers idly rub at his lips until they come to a still.
Especially when Joonghyuk goes to say that. ]
Are you implying you do? [ lol ]
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Kim Dokja's experience. That one book in the Fourth Wall's library, the mysteries of sex? What does that mean? ]
You've only kissed Yoo Sangah?
[ Because that's the only person Joonghyuk is 100% sure that Dokja probably shared a kiss with. They were so close toward the beginning of the scenarios, so he was surprised to see that they didn't form a more romantic bond... Considering Joonghyuk gave Dokja the chance to back out from danger so he can stay alive for his "beloved." ]
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I've never kissed Sangah-ssi! We.. I told you before, we're only friends. We were coworkers that worked at the same company. That's all.
[ Dokja remembers when Joonghyuk seemed strangely hung up on them. He doesn't want to say outloud that Yoo Joonghyuk is his... first kiss, but he.. he really was that. His head turns to bury half of his face into his palm with cheeks tinging a bit red as his tail whips around. ]
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You two seemed close.
[ That's all, but the more he thinks back on their interactions, it wasn't quite romantic... Or is Dokja just so dumb and stupid? He knows that's plausible, considering the things Sooyoung tried to pull off as some fun pranks that flew over Dokja's head. ]
Did you know Han Sooyoung is interested in you?
[ He's making shit up now to see how Dokja reacts. Lesgo. ]
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[ Of course, now he would definitely say she's a friend he cherishes greatly but that's it. Only a friend. However, he knows that he can rely on her for almost anything if he thought of asking. His tail slows to languid sways until they freeze and the expression he gives Joonghyuk is equivalent to as if someone shoved a lemon in his mouth. ]
I know you're just bullshitting now but I'm pretty sure Han Sooyoung would actually be offended enough by that she'd find a way here to stab you.
[ What is this game of who likes who anyways? Dokja finally pushes himself up from the chair, walking on over as though he's getting a good look at him with a squint of his eye and. ] You're not jealous, are you?
[ It's a joke! ]
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Getting on his Nerves with every breath he breathes. ]
Why would I be jealous? [ Let him clarify something to you, Dokja: ] You're blind.
[ As evident when he couldn't figure out for some time that their nebula loves him, let alone Joonghyuk himself. A handful of people could see that Sooyoung may have some feelings for Dokja... Joonghyuk has both of his eyes in this turn, please. ]
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I don't know, why are you getting mad? [ No reason to be mad if it isn't true? It's enough that the comment about his eyesight smoothly gets ignored. His tail swaying highly behind him amusingly. ]
I told you my feelings already. [ I love you. Of course he loves their companions too, but this was different. He might get smacked here in a moment for his act of confidence but it was at least fun. If Joonghyuk was trying to tease him, he should only expect to be teased in return. It's a shame it might be short-lived because being this close already has his nerves alight. ]
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He doesn't budge, but it should be obvious he doesn't approve how Dokja is talking or treating him right now. Straightening up, he makes sure the other man knows he's towering over him. ]
I'm not jealous. I'm pointing out that it's frustrating to deal with your lack of eyes.
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I believe you. [ He knows, he knows. After all, what sane person gets jealous over someone like Kim Dokja? Besides, Joonghyuk had a lot of things going for him, strength.. looks.. the very idea of joking that he could potentially be jealous is ludicrous. Still, he really does not want to let that blind jab go? ] ..I can see you clearly right now.
[ Dokja is playing a very dangerous game right now. He feels like is blood is pumping very fast, heart racing but he manages to get the next words out steadily even as the other man towers over him. ] Can I kiss you?
[ Honestly, Dokja kinda wants to pat himself on the back for sounding as if he didn't just have his first kiss just moments earlier and almost became a stuttering mess because of it. ]
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He’s about ready to say that it’s time for them to prepare for bed, but Dokja catches him off guard by his words. His mouth hangs open when his head snaps back to look at him, lips parted in confusion, then his frown is pressed thin while black wolf ears pin back. Eyebrows knit together more fiercely than ever.
His tail stills, cautious—what should he even say? Why is Dokja even asking? He should have just kissed him, except Joonghyuk knows he would complain about not giving Dokja permission to do so. Calm down. ]
... Do whatever you want.
[ Like you always do, stupid. ]
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Dokja can't say whether it's a good or bad reaction. He's hanging on a thin thread, tail slowing and gaze staying where it rests on the other's expression that twists from confusion into a frown. Lips twitch at the reply he finally gets, holding back from laughing. All of that just to tell him 'do whatever you want'? ] ..Okay.
[ Hands remove themselves from holding onto that counter, raising instead to gingerly frame Joonghyuk's jaw as he cups his face. He draws them close enough that their foreheads meet and he stills only for a moment. Trying to ignore the way his hands probably have a notable nervous tremble, gaze flickering from the other man's gaze to his lips.
Finally, he takes hold of that courage with an almost death grip as he tilts his head and have their lips meet. It's careful, inexperienced, and Dokja clearly as no idea what he's doing but. His chest feels unbearably tight, heart skipping like someone with their high school crush and it's almost embarrassingly overwhelming. ]
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At first, Joonghyuk keeps his inquisitive eyes open so he can witness Dokja's efforts. It's endearing how his eyelids twitch a bit, fingers trembling, all from nerves burn alight. He can tell that his companion is putting every fiber of his being into this small, gentle gesture... That doing this alone is one of the biggest obstacles he has ever faced. Closing his eyes, Joonghyuk indulges in the kiss, tilting his head and deepening it. Arms unravel so one can pull the other man closer with one hand on his waist, then the other supporting his head.
When they part the hand supporting Dokja's head slides over to the hand that cups his own face, keeping it there so he can nuzzle into it. It's a side of Joonghyuk that he hasn't shown before, a part of him that was never written in words. His heart trembles with the reminder that Dokja exists right now... That he's still alive. ]
Satisfied?
[ Brat. ]
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As they break part, Dokja feels himself inhale a shaky breath. His legs feel strangely weak, the warmth at his cheeks more than obvious and hopes he doesn't look nearly as much of a mess as he feels. Dokja doesn't think words can put justice to how it feels to kiss Yoo Joonghyuk. Which is a crazy thought in the first place despite doing exactly that. That Kim Dokja kissed Yoo Joonghyuk. Not just once, but twice now.
His hazy gaze drinks in the image of Joonghyuk nuzzling into his palm, finding his heart stutter as his mouth closes with a sudden swallow. ]
..Mhm.
[ For now. If because, he doesn't know if his heart can take anymore? He does find.. he could get use to affection like this. His lips tingle from the kiss, still feeling the taste of Joonghyuk. Would he be able to indulge in it from time to time? Even so, he makes no attempt to untangle himself from his partner, heartbeat drumming to the warmth that holds him close as a thumb brushes over the curve of a cheek. ]
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... You look happy.
[ Which might be hypocritical to say considering how his black tail is gently wagging. The thoughts of home being with their comrades and leading normal lives together is the peak of his happiness, but he does savor this little morsel. The smile lessens a bit and the tail slows to a stop as he wonders if Dokja really is happy. He isn't ever sure with this man despite believing he knows him well enough. Kim Dokja has overturned his expectations before. ]
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..Do I? [ Lashes lower with an almost breathless mumble, as though contemplating the statement. His tail has slowed considerably but there's a noticeable lift to it as it sways up and down. A hum starts to sound even as his lips twitch a little higher, thumb mapping out the curve of those lips as though to commit every touch right here to memory. ]
I am. [ He manages to breathe out once he confirms he really does feel a sense of happiness. Despite his detachment growing up, lack of skills for a lot of things.. he's not entirely blind to how he feels at the moment. It's almost to the point that he feels guilty about how happy he feels. How he wants this to last. The only way to make this more perfect is to be with the company of their companions back home, that he knows. However, he can't help but direct the inquiry back to him. ] Are you?
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[ They both know what they want the most is back home. Though, he isn't sure if he wants to hear everyone's comments about their feelings laid bare. He has heard enough from Jihye and Uriel combined that maybe it would be good to let them figure it out on their own.
His eyelids lower to a close as Dokja studies his small smile. Similarly, the ends of his lips twitch before they settle to his usual neutral state. However, his eyes seem to be searching for something in Dokja's, contemplative and wistful. This man is the sole reader of his story... His best friend. His reason for living. Dokja says he sees him. ]
You're happy with this. [ It seems that he wants to confirm again. Carefully, he removes that hand from his face, but keeps it in his hold. ] Even if I'm not the 999th turn Yoo Joonghyuk?
[ He's not dumb. Joonghyuk connected the pieces and with the memories left for him, he can see how Dokja's actions mirrored that turn. The Joonghyuk that Dokja always admired and loved was 999. It's him, but it's also not him. ]
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Does he doubt him? Well, Dokja can't say that he blames anyone in his company to doubt any of his words. With the amount of times he's hurt and betrayed them. However, he can tell him.. the thoughts come to a halt. His gaze flickers to that hand taken hold of, fingers twitching until he glances back to that watching gaze.
..Ah. So that's what it was. It's instantaneous that he feels his heart drop. It's no secret that the 999th turn was his favorite. This idiot.. which he thinks with fond exasperation that's reflected in the look he gives him. Though one hand rests in Joonghyuk's hold, the other lifts to slide into black hair until their foreheads meet once more. Here, take a good look at him, okay? ] You know, we equally frustrate each other in more ways than one.. but.
[ At some point, he even considered staying behind in another world-line after witnessing the story there. However, that was then.. this is now. ] If a situation takes a turn for the worst.. I know the first person to understand and be on my side is you. [ Enemy of the story. ]
The Yoo Joonghyuk that I wanted to see the conclusion with is nobody but you. Not the 999th turn, but the 3rd. [ The 1864th turn. ] I'm happy with the man I see right here. [ Kim Dokja is a man who knows how to use his words. He squeezes that hand holding his. ]
I.. [ Ugh, you really were making him say this again. This wasn't some ploy just to do this, was it? His words lower to a whisper with an almost shake but firm. ] love this Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ The Yoo Joonghyuk who has branched further than a simple character. A Yoo Joonghyuk figuring out who he was, learning himself as much as Kim Dokja was learning him. A Yoo Joonghyuk no longer confided by the text of a novel. ]
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Ears flatten atop his head as his tail wags a little faster. It's not that he was jealous of his other self... It's not that he doesn't think he's enough. He just wants to make sure that Dokja knows what he signed up for—he's Yoo Joonghyuk, the ex-regressor, not the protagonist he used to read. ]