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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Blitz [FIRST EDITION]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette January Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

1/10/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ"
Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: Heavy snow

BREAKING! REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

ANNUAL AURORA IN NORTHERN SKY

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Midwinter is upon us! That means it’s the time of year when our skies light up with the technicolor gleam of the arctic north! Those looking northward between the hours of 10pm and 2am should be able to see beautiful curtains of bright green, blue, purple, and pink lighting up the sky above the island. If you plan to go outside to view the lights rather than looking from your window, please make sure you travel in a group and carry a lantern. May it be ever lit!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

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Further Details...
Aurora

The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.

Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.

Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.

It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.

At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.

And then, the stars begin to fall.

Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.

That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.

Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.

There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.

It simply lunges with intent to kill.

Horoscopes [CW: Altered emotional states ]

Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:

  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects
  • Aquarius: zoomies!
  • Pisces: intense paranoia
  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna
  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism
  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.
  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment
  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person
  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning
  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge
  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)
  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision
(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)

Love Potion [CW: Altered Emotional States ]

Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.

The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!

Famine [CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]

Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:

Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy. Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this. Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic. Lavish groceries will not be available at all. Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.

Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced. Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.) Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)

Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.

Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)

Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!

Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.

pineapplesalmon: (a blank sadness)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-18 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
He can hear the enthusiastic nod.

"Keep the enthusiasm; there's always more to learn, it seems." César chuckles despite the situation, keeping at his work. "I don't like them, either. That's more involved than any of the curses I've seen in media back home. Twisting people's forms, yes. Creating monsters, sure. But falling stars out of the sky turning into monsters? That's... a complicated curse."
pineapplesalmon: (slightest of smiles)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-18 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
A blink, then a chuckle and a bit of a smile. "... sort of. I'm Mexican-Argentine, but through my Argentine father, I have Spanish citizenship. I suppose my surname gives it away?"
lightconductor: (calm)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-18 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, right language, at least." Watson shakes his head. "That, and your accent. Still, that's a good deal closer to home than anyone else I've met here. I'm from London, in fact, but I keep meeting people who are from no world I know."
wolfborn_were: (look back)

[personal profile] wolfborn_were 2024-01-18 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Emery listens seriously, committing the names to memory. (He rarely writes things down. While he is literate, Emery doesn't make a habit of carrying pen and paper. His memory is pretty sharp, though.)

"That's what it is to be part of a pack, doctor. One that serves all members, at least. Everyone should contribute to the best of their ability." Emery gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder, remembering that First Aid is used to something like a werewolf's pack with the mind-link. First Aid is probably missing those he shared brain-space with, and physical contact isn't the same, but it's something. "It's not your skill to supply the food. It's your skill to keep people well. So I'll use the best of my ability, and you with yours. Mother willing..."

Emery cracks a little smile. "Or is it Mothers here? Mothers willing, we'll get through this."
wolfborn_were: (slouch)

Overtime

[personal profile] wolfborn_were 2024-01-18 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Emery gets it, Jean. He's eating just enough to keep up the necessary strength for hunting, and most of what he eats is what the humans won't -- or outright can't. They'll use some organs in food preparation, and Emery takes care of the rest in his wolf form.

(Did you know, that phrase in English about 'eating humble pie' actually has to do with a medieval recipe for a pie made with minced deer offal? It was called 'umble pie' and got overcorrected to 'humble' even though the two words have nothing to do with each other.)

Even though he's still not entirely sure about associating with humans (bad outcomes in the past), Emery can sometimes be found in the open areas of town like the Festival Green. Just... sitting and resting, wrapped up in his dark winter cloak, often with a pensive look on his face.

He wouldn't mind having a chat with a 'co-worker', whether about famine mitigation or something else.
pineapplesalmon: (all in a day's work)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-18 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
César blinks in surprise. He's distracted enough about the questions that he's forgotten the other half of the conversation entirely.

"I've been to London before, even! Spent a number of years in Europe." César pauses, then adds. "I trained my English to sound more American, and most people aren't observant enough to notice what little remains. I'm impressed."
lightconductor: (calm)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-18 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I try," Watson says, but he's pleased at the compliment all the same. "Or at least I've met a Spaniard or two attempting to sound more English. I suppose it would be rather more impressive if I could guess the year you're from, but alas, I can't see how I would deduce it."
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[personal profile] i_ink_therefore_i_ammy 2024-01-19 12:12 am (UTC)(link)

"I am glad to help! I'll search for more vegetables, if I can find any. Perhaps mushrooms..." She will leave hunting, to others. She can sniff out the rare, out of season vegetables, those willing to grow around her, and bring them back.

A varied diet is important!

pineapplesalmon: (heh slightly evil)

CW: subtle racism mentioned

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-19 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I only worked to be rid of it to appear more professional in my American organization. But that's not really a discussion for now."

César hmms. "We don't even have clothes from home to help us guess, do we." Then, an impish thought. "Has man been on the moon yet in your time?"
Edited (Oops forgot to pick an icon) 2024-01-19 00:20 (UTC)
restingslasherface: (pic#16454871)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, comrade Emery! I haven't seen much of you!"

Ignore Jean's player neglecting and forgetting to tag behind the curtain, this is clearly the fault of one of them being on a boat all the time and the other spending large amounts of time in the woods. Clearly. Definitely. We're going with that.

Speaking of boats actually, Jean waves as they pull a wagon loaded down with salt fish; a delivery for Oak & Iron. Their deathly fear of the tram system means they walk fucking everywhere, and could maybe use someone to walk with.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-19 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"That's something we're looking into, but the problems we face are, hahahaha, ha, hahahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -" a staff member, tired and scared and operating essentially on autopilot, slaps Jean's back hard; they cough several times and manage a weak 'thanks'. "Excuse me comrade, that happens sometimes...where was I...yes, the problems are polyvalent. For simply one example, the barrier which prevents anything from leaving has trapped an unknown portion of an 'Abyssal' being here, according to Doctor West. This fragment, whatever proportion it is, is not part of the overall curse...but it is still doing consistent, persistent harm for unknown reasons, to unknown ends."
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Shortly post-arrival, Oak & Iron

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-19 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Glowing Leo, meet Caffeinated Aquarius.

At least, that's what it seems like, as the new barmaid-slash-bouncer weaves her way between tables, seeing to it that everyone is situated and knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is There, and she is Watching.

From the outside, Magne is perfectly normal, perfectly human in a long, lovely emerald-green skirt and fine boots. None of which would likely register, spaced out as César is, when she approaches and thunks down a tankard on the table in front of him just hard enough to hopefully jar him out of his reverie.

"Look alive, new guy," she chuckles at him, her hand landing on her hip. "Keep spacing out and the monsters are going to eat you."
lovinglefthand: (nice guy first aid)

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-01-19 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Y-yes," First Aid agrees, his visor brightening slightly as the comforting touch has its intended effect. (He is a very tactile person, even moreso now that he's small enough to cuddle his favorite humans.) "And you'll come back if there's anything else I can help with, right?"
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Our Vikas | 20XX | Existing Player | Utility Company Is Off Its Shits Right Now

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Death From Above | Aurora

For the first few days of the falling stars, Vika cannot be assed. She really can't. She's got wall-staring time to get to, and then there was that whole murder she just committed, really she's been dealing with some things.

But...

...She does eventually get restless. Have you been caught outside at night? Are you trying to fight back yourself? Find Vika in town, dashing from rooftop to rooftop with a blue-white glow coming from her gun arm. She can't afford to strain her power supply too much, but the star-thing coming at you may be getting a Full Load Of Our Vikas (patent pending) when its legs freeze into solid chunks that shatter under its own weight, or its head becomes a block of ice.

I Don't Want To Feel Nice, I Want To Feel Evil | Love Potion

I need you to picture this.

Vika, famous misanthrope, sitting in the Oak and Iron waiting for Freeman or Bart to come wind her up for the night, with Locals(tm) draped on her like cats. Is she cold? Yes. Is she throwing them off? No. A few have been lulled to sleep by the comforting rhythm of her clockwork body.

If looks could kill, the one she's giving you in an effort to receive assistance would cast God from His Heaven and smite His ruin across Creation.

Silent Hill, 23 Miles | Around

There's something odd going on with Vika. When winter storms blow in, turning day into a hazy white night and choking the town with snow, you can see a figure walking through the snow. Vika sinks pretty deep into the snow with every step, only understandable given that she's dense as fuck and weighs about as much as a small car. She doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, but if your curtains are open and/or you're looking at her she might wander up to the window. That oddly expressive face of hers seems...lost.

This keeps happening. After the second storm, though, Vika's looking a bit different. She's ditched her neat cloak from Chris, and most of her chassis from the waist up. By rights her internals should be freezing over, but they aren't; she wanders with her head up towards the sky, and sometimes she stops to touch a strange, blue-white orb set deep in her chest.

You've Reached The Offices Of Vika | Wildcard

Come at me
Edited 2024-01-19 02:39 (UTC)
lasthumanvoice: (as we celebrate mediocrity)

INFO: Celestine's Infinite Sweet Potato

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-19 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
After January 18th, there will be more food available--but much of it will be sweet potato-based, for some reason.

But Cecil stays cooking and taking care of infinite stew production.
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-19 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Very little does, for better and for worse." He's still hugging on like a barnacle, for whatever that's worth.
lasthumanvoice: (as we celebrate mediocrity)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-19 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Cecil, meanwhile, takes joining Gerry to its most logical conclusion and settles right in his lap with all the mischief of an orange kitten demanding attention and petting. Playing it cool is not an option in this moment.
thelatechrisfreeman: (curious (PB))

Love Potion

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-19 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Freeman arrives for the winding up, and upon seeing Vika draped in a whole group of locals, some of which are snoozing...

Well, an eyebrow goes up, and Chris observes in a purposely neutral voice, "This is new."
lastofthefirst: (pic#16845962)

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-19 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't remove them." Pause. "Well, I can, but I would have to rise dramatically and throw them off. Seems fucking rude."

Unspoken: get them off me.
thelatechrisfreeman: (white (PB) too bright)

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-19 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Time to yet again channel 'be confident, give orders' in service to a robot being made uncomfortable by organics. Chris says to the awake people,

"All right, Miss Vika needs to leave for some self-care now. Time for all of you to move aside. If you need cuddles, cuddle each other." This is accompanied by gentle shaking to get the least sleepy to rise. For the ones who are sleeping more deeply, Chris assigns others to move them to more comfortable spots nearby.

It does take longer than a dramatic rise to toss them aside, but everyone goes along with Chris's directions with minimal grumbling. (And if anyone does grumble more, Chris will fix that person with their best unamused stare. Ask Jeff how effective that can be.)

Chris gives a little bow toward Vika when she is now free to move, and says, "Mammals cleared."

(There may be more serious topics on Chris's mind, since... well, they witnessed a particular aftermath... but it's not for public discussion.)
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Weirdass macrobiomes," Vika mutters. "...Families of the miners. Entertained one grateful hug from a child and ended up fucking entombed." She picks up her key from the table and sighs. "...Came to get help with this but honestly I don't wanna sit in here and do it right now or I'll just get hugged again."
thelatechrisfreeman: (lean (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-19 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Humans for sure are social creatures who like tactile displays," Chris observes. "We hug for a lot of reasons."

In response to her reluctance to be wound up in the main room, Chris offers, "We can walk to my place, if you like. Or if you're running too low for that, I'm sure we can grab an empty room here for a few minutes."
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-19 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"You just got here. Making you walk back out into that cold would be what the locals call, and correct me if I'm getting this delicate cultural description wrong, a 'dick move'." Vika cracks smile. "...An empty room is fine. I shouldn't keep you from your food for long, Freeman."

Vika stands up and, eventually, pushes her chair in.
thelatechrisfreeman: (regard (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-19 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Chris smiles back when Vika slips into the local parlance, as it were. They go over to the innkeeper, explain what they'll need, and come back with the door key for an unused room.

"The food will keep. And I'm doing all right." (Translation: Chris is used to putting off eating in favor of getting a job done.) Another brief smile, before they lead the way to the room in question, "It won't take long now that your inner workings stick less." Thank goodness for graphite powder.

"How's the recovery from the earthquake going, when it comes to the mines?"
lastofthefirst: (pic#16845962)

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Vika stands in place once they're in the room; she's gotten good at standing still. "There's still a bunch of work to do, but it's...it not being our tomb means we're bitching about it. That's. Better. Nice even."

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