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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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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. ]