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Week 6

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A New Week

This weekend, you had unusual dreams. For some of you, they brought you to an outdoor arena that none of you had ever seen before. For others, you dreamed of a familiar place: a place that felt like home in some way. And when you fall asleep on Sunday night, you’ll find that dreams of your homes are continuing. Your home may be exactly as you remember it, at any point in time before you arrived here; perhaps there will be slight differences, or maybe it seems like a different version of your home altogether. Maybe nobody else is in it except for you.

For each dreamer, however, you’ll find that your dreams will start in your own world; but at some point, there will be a mysterious blue light that appears. It looks like a large portal that will lead you to somewhere. Choose to step inside, and you’ll be taken to a random islander’s dream. Alternatively, if you elect to remain inside of your own dream, you may suddenly see a ray of yellow light that appears, and once the light fades, another one of your fellow islanders will appear before you.

Abilities will work as they did over the weekend in your dreams and in the real world. Everyone will have one of their own, whether it be their existing powers from home or something new entirely. Even the formerly powerless will have something within them -- namely something similar to what the strange boy you saw this weekend could do. Perhaps you now have the ability to launch apples at your opponents at a lightning fast speed. Maybe you can rip a tree out of the ground with your bare hands.

And most importantly...everyone will remember their dreams when they wake. Your memories of seeing your friends’ homes (or seeing them in your home instead) will remain. These dreams seem to happen every night for the rest of the week.

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Things do seem to return to relative normalcy on Monday morning. Tom Nook’s announcements begin, though he only has two new things to report.

“Good morning, everyone! I hope you all had a fun weekend, yes? I apologize for not having much for you to do this time around, but hopefully you could all use it as a chance to relax. Now, though, it’s time to get back to work on event planning. I’m hoping to bring K.K. Slider over by August 15th, so if that date does work for all of you to host the event, then that’s when you’ll need to be ready by. Once you’ve all decided on what to do, the other thing I’ll need for you to do is to create flyer designs.

In my tent are some papers and markers, crayons and what have you. It may see a little...childish, for some of you, but I assure you that your creativity will come a long way in capturing the hearts of all sorts of people in this world! Feel free to submit as many designs as you want, and I’ll send them over to Nook Inc. to make copies of all of them. We’ll work with Orville to get them all sent out.”

The next and final announcement follows immediately afterwards.

“And finally, we have an exciting opportunity passed onto me by the Able Sisters! Mabel and Sable are holding a design contest for an Isle Sonrisa pattern to put on some of their clothing! Channel your island spirit into your design and create something that you think best represents the island. You can use the supplies for the flyers to draw out your designs, and submit them to Mabel by Thursday. Everyone will get a participation prize of 5,000 bells, but there will be a grand prize for the person whose design gets selected!”

He claps his hands for a brief moment in excitement.

“That’s all for your announcements! Have a wonderful week, everyone!”

Possible Objectives

1. Participate in the Able Sisters' design contest. (Note: Entries can be drawn OR written out OOCly. We will choose a winner via RNG.)
2. Work towards preparing the island for your event
3. Make those flyers and submit them to Tom Nook (drawn or written OOCly is fine)
4. See what's going on in your dreams...

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[ During the day coming around house two there's a... particular smell? Like dumplings and distinctively like chicken, for anyone familiar, but otherwise it's got an enticing smell and Dokja seems quite pleased with his work. He quickly peeks out the window, looking around.. maybe looking for someone?

Anyone that's curious enough close by to the window, he may be willing to offer a dumpling. ] Did you want to try one? I'll share if you promise to keep it a secret.

[ There also looks like to be some parfait cups.. could try and wrangle one of those as well. ]

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[ Once everything is ready, Dokja is here guiding his partner.. somewhere. He has a clear idea in mind but gives no hints to the picnic area meant for Joonghyuk's birthday. Rather, barely gives him much of the island to look at as he walks backwards in front of his companion. Given the fact he's in his demon transformation with his wings completely flared out as though purposely blocking him from seeing behind the reader.

It looks ridiculous honestly. Like a bird trying to show off its feathers in an attempt of courtship. Not that it's necessary, the two already exchanged confessions over a week ago. ..Two? Either way, he's probably being a bit annoying about it but Joonghyuk will have to deal. ] If you only put on the blindfold like I asked, I wouldn't have to do it like this.

Do you not trust me, Joonghyuk-ah?

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[ Joonghyuk has done his part in following Dokja wherever he wants to ambush him. Isn't that enough? He finds it all weird and the show to hide whatever it is from him earns a solid leer. You're lucky he doesn't have his sword... He would definitely attack right now.

His tail lashes side to side, aggravated by the display. Angy. ]

I do not.

[ Which is an obvious lie? ]

[ Joonghyuk is still free to attack, it isn't as if Dokja can fly out of reach. However, he doesn't feel as if he's in any danger despite the simmering glare. At least try to be a bit impressed? He's doing all of this for you? ]

That hurts. [ A quiet chuckle leaves him, glancing slightly back until he thinks it's fine enough. After all, the smell is bound to reach them now. ] Well, we're here anyways.

[ So wings completely lower to fold against his back, turning with a high flick of his tail to show... a picnic! It's in a nice spot, blanket draped over the grass with some shade from nearby trees. In clear view is a steamer basket where his best recreation of the murim dumplings rest ready to be eaten. Not exact, any special ingredients he couldn't get his hands on clearly, but he did his best to make sure he got everything that was available to him.

Especially with the strict teachings in mind. He moves over to plop down and gestures for his companion to join him. ] You don't have to look so worried, this isn't a prank.

[ He keeps talking, trying to fill any silence. ] I didn't do that bad of a job I think. Rather, I feel quite qualified in planning any surprise parties back home.

[ Joonghyuk's tail rises with some alarm at the sight, but doesn't bristle. The aroma is much clearer now, familiar and warm. The tail lowers and starts slowly wagging though his expression doesn't budge... There are no words, either. His hardened gaze is pinned on the basket, scrutinizing it instantly despite his animal features giving away his contradictory feelings.

Eventually, his attention flickers back to Dokja and a question rests on his tongue. Why? Shoulders drop as he wonders for a second if he deserves this... He hasn't saved Dokja yet. He still has so much to do. Is it really okay to indulge?

Quietly, he decides to take a seat next to his companion. Black ears pin back as he looks at the dumplings, then picks one up to steal a whiff before popping it into his mouth. ]

It's acceptable.

[ Despite his words, his tail is curled tightly against him. ]

[ Dokja's gaze drinks in the sight before him, taking note of every twitch and slight movement given from the other man. Joonghyuk's expression is always carefully set in place but that tail is a very good indicator and something he looks for. To see that slow wag of it has a smile lifting his own lips.

When his companion looks at him, his look merely softens with a tilt of his head. As he finally joins him he sits a little closer and indulges in allowing himself to linger. Dokja doesn't do anything else, especially since he's gauging the reaction of his partner trying a dumpling.

He can't help the light snort. Of course it's acceptable, sure it might not be the exact product but he had a strict teacher and put said teaching to work. It at the very least is edible enough. His tail sways contently behind him, feeling quite pleased with himself. ]

Happy birthday, Joonghyuk-ah. [ It's not much but.. this is the least he can do. ⸢If possible, Kim Dokja will like to make many memories just like this.⸥ It isn't wrong. Dokja helps himself to a dumpling as well and he has to admit he did a really good job? He deserves more than "acceptable." Well, he'll take what he can get. Of course planning parties for the kids.. he would definitely leave the cooking to Joonghyuk. There's some parfait cups they made together as well in another basket but for now, dumplings. ]

[ Joonghyuk doesn't seem to mind when Dokja crowds closer to him. If anything, he relaxes with the drop of his shoulders and a looser posture, though he doesn't take a second dumpling. Still, his expression conveys... A bittersweet confusion. He remembers the birthday parties their comrades threw for him. Most of those years didn't have Dokja, but they pretend he was there by seating one of Yoosung's "this must be Kim Dokja" beasts at the table.

Yet every year, he's also surprised someone remembers it. Even when they're climbing the scenarios, they found time to have small celebrations for every person. This little picnic reminds him of home. ]

... Why would you remember something silly like this?

[ Joonghyuk has lived so many years that he tends to forget when his birthday rounds. There were some regressions where none of his companions knew, but this turn he has been coerced by big eyes from mostly everyone.

However, he doesn't remember Dokja paying much attention to it... They have so much at hand. Why does this man remember details about him that he himself forgets. ]

There's nothing silly about the day you were born.

[ His tail drifts behind him to rest onto that black sleek one, curling around and finding itself entangled. Helping himself to the same dumpling with chicken broth. It's probably silly to celebrate but.. there's no scenarios here. There's nothing distracting them, no immediate threat..

Back home, it'll be like this too. To the point they should all expect a party every birthday. Surprise birthdays no longer a surprise. Distantly, growing up, memories seem so distant.. he remembers vaguely celebrating birthdays with his mother.

Birthdays growing up seem so eerily quiet. Was he alone? He had the comfort of one particular story. His birthday, Yoo Joonghyuk's birthday.. if Kim Dokja remembered, then it wouldn't be celebrated alone. ]

..Are you happy? [ Dokja raises his gaze to look at the other man, searching that gaze. It's a question he asked him before.. in the comforts of their kitchen. Would he have preferred he forgotten? Curiously, his gaze catches to a leaf that's drifted on the wind to land on his companion's head. A hand raises to black hair, brushing it as he plucks the leaf. ]

Stop asking that question. [ Especially out in the open? Joonghyuk doesn't quite act sheepish, but maybe a tad embarrassed by the way his ears sweep deeper into his hair. ] I am happy.

[ ... Birthdays might not mean much in a grand scheme, but it's always nice to be loved. Joonghyuk isn't the type to usher words of appreciation and gratitude. It's usually the aura he gives off. Only his little sister can properly assess and analyze it so far. However, right now, he is settling into a sweet bliss? Nothing overwhelming. It's nice.

Ears perk up again when he feels that touch, coaxing him to face Dokja for a minute. A hint of guilt shines in his dark eyes when he looks away. ]

I never had the chance to celebrate your birthday.

[ Considering how often Dokja just disappeared. His tail stops curling around him, now lashes across the picnic blanket. ]

I have to ask. [ Lips lift a little higher at the slight change, especially to hear that this.. that Joonghyuk is happy. It has him relaxing and feeling a nice peace that settles with him. It's a familiar sense of warmth, settling the plucked leaf away until he meets that dark gaze with his own.

Of course he's looking away again. That doesn't stop Dokja though, fingers gingerly brushing aside black strands and catches an ear briefly. Fingertips trace the curve of an ear as he hums out at sound of those words. ]

February makes for a strange time. Not to mention something was always happening.

[ Fingers curl as that hand brushes a cheek, gaze lowered as he thinks on it further. ] There will be time back home though. [ Hope is a nice thing to have. Something to hold onto and look for.. Kim Dokja will have to. Think far ahead of everything, even if it means making it extremely difficult and hard on his companions.. distantly, he has to have hope they will understand and figure out a way. Even when it seems impossible to them. ] Or we can celebrate it now? I don't mind either way.

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