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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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[ Stop. That feels weird? Joonghyuk ear flickers wildly at the ghost of the touch and his eyes are back on the other man, albeit the leer is more intense. Stop that. The touch that trails from his ear to his cheek has that leer harden, as if searching Dokja's words for truth. Can you blame him...? He has lived many lives, aged many years, but these past four have been different.

Lies have never had this kind of effect and pull over him till Dokja smiled and told him he had a plan. Quietly, he leans into that hand as he grumbles a bit, entertaining the other man's proposal. It would count for lost time, but— ]

It wouldn't be the same.

[ In Joonghyuk's mind, it makes him feel like he might not see Dokja again. ]

[ There's something about the other man's leering that has him feeling bolder. Whether it actually gives him courage, or maybe makes him just want to do whatever he's doing more for sake of riling him up (stupid) is a true mystery.

He couldn't blame Joonghyuk for his train of thinking. Most of it was in text before he branched out from being a character. One hand rests against the blanket beneath him as he leans up, keeping that hand cradling the other's jaw. However, he's aware despite the secured picnic spot they aren't exactly alone on the island.

It's why one wing unfolds and holds out around, as though to block them from view in a semi cocoon of feathers with his voice growing quieter. For a moment he glances to his companion's lips, and of course someone doesn't miss that opportunity. ⸢Kim Dokja wonders if kissing him right now would taste like dumplings.⸥ His own lips twitch, cheeks a light tint and does his best to ignore that unhelpful thought. ⸢Hm ph⸥ ]

Okay. We'll celebrate it later back home then, with everyone else.

[ Joonghyuk doesn't mind too much doing small things in public. It's not too embarrassing, though he would most likely bark at those that approach and question them. At the moment, they seem to be left to their devices, allowing Joonghyuk's expression to wane into something calmer. At least until the wing is propped up like a partition.

He gives that a squint. Isn't this too showy? Maybe even drawing more attention to them? Well, he isn't the one that is going to get embarrassed if they're caught. Quiet, he continues to rest his head in that hand almost lazily until he pulls back. The dumplings will get cold, so he takes a second one into his hand. ]

Everyone has been saving up your presents. You can expect a large haul. [ Before he feasts, he gives Dokja a quick peck on the lips. ] Not that you deserve it.

[ Hey, it's fine. At the moment he wants to focus on the man before him who holds a more serene expression than usual. Though his lower lip juts a little as Joonghyuk pulls back and finds his hand dropping onto his lap. He's not pouting though, or looking even remotely disappointed. ⸢Stu pid⸥ I didn't ask you. ]

A large haul? Really? [ There's a look of surprise, which widens at the quick peck and he feels his cheeks grow a little more warmer. Oh he.. wasn't expecting that. Wings shake and shift back to fold against him once more before both them and the horns disappear entirely.

Followed by a clear of his throat as he reaches for a parfait cup to taste something cooler. Something to take off his mind from the heat pooling on his face. He takes a spoonful but doesn't eat from it right away. ] That's cruel, Joonghyuk-ah.

[ There's a brief pause, staring at the cup as the joking tone leaves him. ] It's..a bit weird. To think I'll be able to spend my birthdays with everyone from now on. [ Hopes to. It'll take some getting use to. ]

[ He huffs, believing he's saying the truth? It isn't cruel?

Joonghyuk eats a couple of dumplings as he listens to Dokja, savoring the familiar, though a little off, taste. It's not awful and he can sense the effort put into them. For a couple of days, he wondered why Dokja had been using the kitchen, then asking for desserts... And also asking to help when making the desserts.

His eyebrow twitches as he realizes he didn't piece everything together properly. It was suspicious, but he couldn't have guessed it's for his birthday. ]

It's how it should be. If you ever forget, everyone else will remember.

[ Because how could they not? It's the ordinary happiness they always wanted. Joonghyuk continues to eat. Look at his chubby fat cheeks. ]

... But they might integrate a punishment game for you on your birthday.

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[ 'Acceptable' is a decent compliment seeing how much Joonghyuk is helping to himself now. Which is good, Dokja actually put a lot of work into these! It's like falling back into old habits, a distant memory of working with his mother in making dumplings. While familiarizing himself with the teachings from [999.] Honestly, he had expected Joonghyuk to figure it out. He could only get away with so much but.. the sight of surprise was worth it.

Even if this may be the only time he'll see it. He places the spoon into his mouth, savoring the sweetness of the parfait. His head tilts as he listens to those words. Right. Even if he forgets... everyone will still remember.

He pauses in his eating, looking over at the hamster stuffed cheeks and snorts a little. A hand raises up to brush a thumb in a sweep over the corner of his companion's lips with a distant sigh. ] And I suppose I don't have a say in that?

Maybe I'll make a habit of going out for my birthday. [ Can't punish him if he isn't around :um: ]

[ Joonghyuk is about to have another dumpling, but those fingers catch him instead. While he doesn't abruptly jerk his head back, he freezes up with his ears flattening. Once that hand is pulled back, Joonghyuk frowns and returns to eating. Based on his slightly puffed tail, he might bite him the next time he does that.

Dokja is spared for now. ]

... You'll make them cry. [ As in the kids. He leaves a couple of dumplings for Dokja to enjoy, now moving onto the parfait? Joonghyuk's nose wrinkles as he smells it (don't judge him). ] They would track you down.

[ There's no escape, so he isn't sure why his companion is trying to weasel his way out. He snatches a spoon and scoops a sample to taste. Parfait isn't bad, either. ]

[ Bite him then, punk. ]

...I've done that plenty by now. [ Despite the words, it isn't something he's proud of. His hands still as the spoon returns to the parfait and he lingers thinking on this. He's seen them cry many... many times by now. How he's wished he could wipe said tears away. How once upon a time, he thought such tears were wasted on a man like Kim Dokja.

Otherwise, he does notice the smelling but doesn't point it out. He did it before back during the Journey to the West with the dumplings. Which Dokja has come to realize Joonghyuk actually relies on smell for quite a few things. ] I know.

[ Dokja makes no more attempts of eating. Not the dumplings, not the parfait still in hand. Instead, he distantly looks out as silence fills him. Would he ever be able to make it up to them? To the kids? to the rest of the company? ..Probably not. Not with how many times he's betrayed them... going to betray them. It won't change his decision but he does see their hurt, every time it's reflected in their eyes. His tail curls around himself tightly with a light quiver. ]

[ Chefs use their tongues and nose to test things, okay. Joonghyuk proceeds to spoon the parfait into his mouth, savoring the slightly sweet and tart flavor with the fruit. It's refreshing. What isn't refreshing is Dokja's reaction to his words. At first, he wanted to mention how just because he has made them cry before, doesn't mean he should do it again, but he's at a loss for words when his gaze flickers to his small form...

On one hand, he's disheartened to see Dokja remorseful. On the other, he's pissed off that he's feeling sorry when he plans to go through with whatever scheme he has, anyway. ]

... You have a stupid looking expression on your face.

[ He doesn't like it. Joonghyuk's tail lashes again, batting Dokja in its wild whips. ]

[ The second that tail starts to lash out does a hand suddenly clamp lightly over it, entrapping it in the curl of his hand. Relax?! A brow raises, ears flickering briefly back until he scoffs a little and once he's sure that tail isn't going to keep smacking him does he return to his parfait.

He takes another scoop with a squint of his eyes. ] It won't hurt you to be a little nicer, you know?

[ Except by the tone of his voice, he's clearly teasing. He doesn't expect as much from his companion. Insults are ready to be given out almost like candy. Yoo Joonghyuk has always had a harsh way of talking so he's use to it. With the cup finished, he helps himself to another dumpling after. ] You said that you're happy. ..That's enough for me right now.

[ Hello? Joonghyuk glares Dokja down to let go of his tail that freaks out under his hold. It thrashes, though barely reaching anything in confinement, then slowly stops when it's used to the touch. It's still puffed, of course. ]

... You need to think about your own happiness, too.

[ Everyone would be happier if Dokja thought about himself once in a while instead of making sure everyone else is cared for. Joonghyuk genuinely believes that. He eats some more, but lets the spoon rest on his tongue as he lets the flavor sink in. Idly, the tip of his tail wags. ]

The parfait is palatable. [ ... ] Have you always wanted to do this?

[ Plan a birthday surprise. ]

Assuming that I'm not at this very moment?

[ It's a wry smile that Dokja gives the other man. Of course, Joonghyuk can't exactly say that what he's doing now isn't making him happy. Because.. it is. Making memories like this.. even though the happier he feels, the more guiltier he feels too, the more he knows it will be harder to let go. In a way, it's a sort of punishment.

He laughs a little at the mention of the parfait. It was good. His tail uncurls from its tight restraint around him, brushing over and resting over that black tail with a curl. ]

Hmmm, I didn't know until now. At first, I thought it should be something I could learn for the kids. [ Quietly, he looks back at him with a slight lean. The planning.. the preparation for it.. maybe he did always want to plan a surprise party. ] I had fun doing it.

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[ He eats in silence, though his tail twitches when a big white fluff lands on it. The curl is foreign, soft, and doesn't suffocate his not as fluffy black tail.

Happiness. Guilt. Joonghyuk understands those sentiments, but he can't let it get to him. Or maybe Dokja's presence reminds him he shouldn't. They have to be strong for each other. He has to be strong for Dokja. Being strong for Dokja means eating his parfait and pulling out one of the biscuits to nibble through it like a hamster. It's not overly sweet which is how he likes his desserts. ]

... You did well.

[ It's something he knows he hasn't told Dokja enough back at home. He never thought he needed to, but Dokja also never found a time to... Stop. ]

[ A small snort leaves him at sight of the nibbling, finishing up his current dumpling and saving anything else for perhaps later. Something to snack on with dinner maybe. He had to make a few since he got some attention while cooking here and there.

Hearing that compliment has him shift a little where he sits. He remembers last time Joonghyuk said something similar, due to a dare. So he observes him now with a curious look in his eyes. However, he smiles a little more and he leans against his companion.

How often he's leaned on him before but never really like this. ] Then I'd say this was a success, even though I technically didn't get you a gift.

[ They're quite limited here and so far he hasn't found anything that seem.. fitting. Not since that time he commissioned that pocket watch. ]

[ His expression isn't too different from that time on the beach, except no indication that it's a prank follows. It's merely comfortable, familiar silence even if there's awkwardness trailing after honesty.

Despite being so mean to him earlier, Joonghyuk doesn't shake him off at all when Dokja leans against him. He lets that weight settle as he scrapes at the bottom of his parfait glass. It seems despite Joonghyuk's complaints, he prefers to clean his plate. ]

... Food is a gift, Kim Dokja.

[ If anything, Joonghyuk believes it is the greatest gift. It's what keeps humans alive, so how could he not consider it one? Even if he refuses to eat most food—that comes from mostly arrogance. ]

You're not wrong. [ Even so, Dokja kinda wanted to get him something anyways? There's a considering look, clearly still thinking about that thought. His tail swishes with its hold around the other's. Of course, anyone can appreciate food but Yoo Joonghyuk is a particular case. Taste wise Dokja is the picky one, but actually getting Joonghyuk to eat anything made from anyone is a feat itself.

His head lingers against a shoulder with a flicker of his ears back as he draws his gaze back to the island. Then, he moves and suddenly drops his head in the other man's lap with a grin up. ] Even though you're pretty picky, Joonghyuk-ah.

[ Now, he gauges the other's man expression to see his reaction. ]

[ What... The fuck did Dokja just say to him? He turns to him with ears pointed straight off the top of his head, as if straining to hear the words said a couple of seconds ago. Dokja said he's a picky eater? Picky eater. Even when that head falls onto his lap, he looks down at him as his processes this accusation.

Picky eater. Sure. Maybe. Without a second thought, he carefully brushes Dokja's bangs to one side. They're getting a little long. ]

You won't eat tomatoes.

[ PINCHES HIS NOSE. ]

[ Dokja freezes momentarily at the touch to his hair, watching him curiously and feeling his body grow pliant at the contact. He tilts a little after those fingers until suddenly they clamp around his nose.

Help. ] Gah! [ Swats that offensive hand away. His voice pitches under the pinch, doing his best to speak while he chases it away. ] It's fine without them!

[ Nope. Joonghyuk is stronger, so he holds onto Dokja's nose even if that nasally voice tries to argue and gasp for air. Learn to breathe with your mouth, rat. ]

Some tomato dishes are delicious. You are depriving yourself of that experience.

[ Please. Can one person breathe and talk at the same time? His brain is getting confused as he wonders he's suddenly finding it a bit hard to breathe. Is he gonna die? ]

Which I am doing quite happily, thank you. [ He gasps out. Pushing a hand in Joonghyuk's face if he's not gonna let so easily. Punk, you think he won't try and slap your handsome cheeks? ]

[ Joonghyuk grimaces when Dokja's hand comes for his face. Fortunately, he's tall enough and leans away, but... Not tall enough. The hand still reaches him and shoves him. It effectively forces him to let go of Dokja's nose, but now grabbing his face and squishing his cheeks in the cup of his hand. ]

You're being rude.

[ HE KNOWS HE'S A HYPOCRITE. ]

[ That hand drops immediately to grip onto that wrist of the hand squishing his cheeks. Do you see this face he's making? The all knowing and disbelief of what the hell you just said?

Look at it. Look at him. Dokja is being rude? He doesn't need to say anything, Joonghyuk should already know what Dokja wants to say to that. ]

[ Yes. Joonghyuk is looking at him, already connecting to this telepathic communication they sometimes. This time, he does know what his companion wants to say. However, Joonghyuk has reasons to be rude. He needs to be short and curt if he wants to execute things effectively.

The other man, on the other hand? Dokja is being rude. If he's going to give him the silent, judgmental look, Joonghyuk will of course return it. ]

[ You can't just do that? You're copying him? Does this amuse you, Joonghyuk? Squishing his face like this? Having him make duck lips at him? Even if Joonghyuk likes to think he has reasons and answers to his being rude, doesn't mean they're actually true.

Dokja shakes his head side to side, to the best of his ability as he grumbles. His tail starting to bat against that black one with a pin back of white black-tipped ears. ] You're acting like a child.

[ They're true because he believes they're true, Kim Dokja. When the other man tries to shake off his hold on his face, Joonghyuk tightens it and squishes those cheeks more until those duck lips mirror fish lips instead.

Eventually, he lets him go and his scowl softens. ]

... It's my birthday.

[ He can be baby if he wants? ]

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