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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.”

Page 1

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: (gasp of surprise)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
César scrambles to his feet. Wits still about him, César controls his emotions, mind shifting to take in everything about him as well as he can. No time to consider appearances. His own brother can grow giant mechanics and weapons from his body.

Simple, quick words, all the fewer to be distracting. "No. Civilian but physically fit." All other information is extraneous.
restingslasherface: (pic#16839944)

CW blood, injury

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-15 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck is a civilian.

"Get to the inn, the basement is the best shelter I can -" the thing isn't dead; it smashes down with a hand even as it's coming apart and the small person -

- is on its neck, ripping into its astral skull with those claws. "Move! Guide anyone you can on the way, I'll cover!"

Rather more human blood drips onto the star-thing while it flails in agony.
pineapplesalmon: (smile like anime)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I am." César wants to pet the horse; the extraneous thought is dismissed; no, not his—wait, did he introduce himself? "César Salazar."

He doesn't mind the smile dropping off. Some people find pleasantries hard. The substance of the conversation matters more.

But that doesn't stop César from trying to be the right amount of pleasant without being too forward. He wants to give the other man an out if he doesn't want to talk.
graveling: (patient)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-15 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Angel. I've been here for a while now. If you've got questions, I can either answer, or point you toward people who can. But first, inside."

He pauses to give the horse a wry look. "Cady, guard. Trouble starts up, you know what to do."
pineapplesalmon: (determined side glance)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
César doesn't need to be told twice. He finds his feet, finds his center, emotions shoved into a box, gears switched around in his head. He runs, his mind trying to rapidly take in the information around him. But he's exhausted.

"Where?" No extraneous chatter.
pineapplesalmon: (looking up)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well. Uh.

"Right!" César won't get in the way, sprinting towards the inn he had just exited shortly before; he'll help anyone else to their feet along the way.
lastofthefirst: (pic#16845962)

Arrival | Behold, A Public Utility

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-15 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
So, César, my man, what you have here is a clockwork robot. She has an unusually expressive face and long, washed-out hair (it might have been blonde once but whatever cabling it's made out of has long since gone sour); her left hand is, well, a large, almost cylindrical gun of some kind. Most of her is covered up in a cloak that ever-so-slightly muffles the constant click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click of her gears.

The greeting makes her stop in her tracks. Her good arm, visibly newer than the rest of her visible body, comes up and lays a heavy hand on his chest while her eyes narrow.

Silence.

And then in a husky voice, like a smoker, that emanates from the bottom of her throat (her mouth moves, but the movements seem to be cosmetic): "Before anything else, crested mammal: what is your gender?"
restingslasherface: (pic#16454871)

Had To Check Some Details On The Discord; Partial Timeskip Aheadddddddd If You're Cool With It

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-15 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
The small person is as good as their word; with more beings falling they leap, their movements feral and hard to track with the eye. Each impact staggers the freshly-fallen stars, hitting far harder than their body mass has any right to. The first unearthly howl, bigger, richer, deeper than anything their throat can produce, sounds when César crosses the threshold to the inn.

His rescuer won't be joining him at this time. The fight is outside, and it is until dawn.
pineapplesalmon: (slightest of smiles)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Inside, yes, please." César lets out a sigh of relief. "It was summer back home."

He almost adds that he doesn't want to be a bother, but stops. No. The man offered because he wants to help. And for a moment, he has to admire Cady.

"I have many questions, but I honestly don't know where to start. ... I've missed horses. That's a smart mare you've got."
graveling: (tiny smirk)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-15 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"She is. Arcadia was a Givingstide present from Dahlia. Most animals don't really like me, but Cady's not exactly typical." He pats her on her neck, before turning to hold the door for César on the way into the inn.

"They'll set you up with a room here, until you're settled. And I'll get food, while you handle that. And then we can talk."
pineapplesalmon: (all in a day's work)

BEHOLD!

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Another type of being? At least partially mechanical? Cyborg? Maybe completely?

... and they're touching his chest. "Uh."

Well. Maybe this is normal in their society? Right? Ah.

A bit of a laugh at the question and address. "Male, human. I just make my hair tall because I like it that way. And yours?"
pineapplesalmon: (a young worry)

I was going to suggest a timeskip but forgot so yes that works LOL

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yup, that's. Not normal. But César isn't going to look over his shoulder. No, he's going to spend all night huddled with others in the basement.

... which is a really interesting and awful way to meet more of his neighbors. Almost like back home. Except it was rarely more than one threat in one place, not... a literally battlefield.

César drifts in and out of sleep a few times, but never for more than a few moments. They only exit the cellar when it's safe. César is afraid to what he might see, but he looks out a window anyway, assuming it's not already shattered.
restingslasherface: (pic#16454871)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-15 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
The outside is a wreck of snow, star-blood, and rusty red; the small person was hardly the only fighter, couldn't have been, but they're the one who opens the front door to stagger inside.

Someone scrambles for bandages and alcohol while they limp for a table. Their steps are heavy. One gloved hand clutches a wound across their ribs that oozes blood. At some length they pull a chair away from the table and gesture for their new co-worker to join them.

Slowly, they work on unlocking their gloves.

"Agent Jean, Pumpkin Hollow Recovery Task Force. Are you hurt?"

There's already someone on the phone for the doctors. But there's time.
pineapplesalmon: (sideways smile)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you!" César responds automatically as he walks through the door. "She likes you enough to be confident and relaxed."

He takes a moment to look around as Angel speaks, then nods to the desk. "Right. First thing is first, then." César breathes in and out. "Thank you. This has been rather overwhelming."

Angel's correct on the first step, so César does just that. Getting a room. Checking the room out quickly. He puts down his map, then picks it back up and takes a quick moment to commit as much as he can to memory. César doesn't want it to get dirty.

Only after putting his map back down and taking off his coat and gloves, does César rejoin Angel in the main room. "Again, thank you for this."

He's really not used to people being so helpful.
lastofthefirst: (pic#16845962)

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-01-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Female. For some reason." She takes her hand away. "I'm Vika. You lost, César?"

The pronunciation of his name is extremely exact; there's traces of his own voice in it.
graveling: (tell me more)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-15 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome. Someday when you come upon a newcomer, once you got your feet under you, do the same for them. We all arrive lost and confused, yeah?"

Alright, there's not much food on the table--current rations are pretty meager--but there's a little bit of bread and butter, a small bowl of hunter's stew for each of them and some dried fruit.
pineapplesalmon: (friendly smile)

Come on in, we haven't slept in weeks

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
César is a new face on the street. Who already looks a little bit lean (look, sometimes he was too busy to eat back home).

He actually overhears Cecil explaining it to someone else, listening quietly from the side, and patiently waits until that conversation is finished.

Only after it finishes does he approach Cecil with a smile. "Hi, I'm new. I, ah. Only have the food they're giving me at the inn, but if it can help...."
lasthumanvoice: (Default)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-15 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Well, if you're still at the inn, worry about getting yourself settled first. But you can have stew whenever you need it. It might not be the most exciting of meals, but we got some rabbit meat to add to it the other night!"

Cecil's voice is low and velvety, but carries All! The! Excitement! in spite of that fact.
pineapplesalmon: (all in a day's work)

CW: Toxic productivity, starvation... this one gave me brain worms so I had to write it nkw

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
César is doing his best to ignore how nice that voice is because there's more important things to discuss. And César doesn't even realize he's under the affects of that "love potion", which affects what he says next.

"... oh. Well, ah, is there some way I can contribute?" His coat looks dirty from helping with outside construction, and his cheeks are rosy from the code. "I just want to become productive as soon as possible, considering I came here at the worst time. I don't want to just be another mouth to feed."

Yes. He literally just said all that with his own mouth. Cheerfully! When he at most showed up two days ago.
lasthumanvoice: (who plays what he wants to play)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-15 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't become the loyal servant of a smiling god." No, he doesn't expect César to get the reference. And he's just going to walk right past it.

"Anyway, stirring the soup and making sure it stays at temperature while I solicit donations to add to it would be pretty helpful. Food safety may not be a science fully explored in this town's time period, but it still matters!" And will keep the newcomer inside in the warm. Win-win!
sistermagnetic: (fuss)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-15 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
She knows this isn't normal, even only having just met him recently. He wasn't this clingy with the people she saw him interact with daily. She doesn't know whether it's something in the water or the stress catching up to him after hearing something roaring up from the depths or whatever had happened, but she won't begrudge him the need for comfort.

She hasn't been hit by the potions yet. It's only a matter of time before it happens.

"You need anything, hun? I can see what we can scrounge that hasn't gone into the pot."
lightconductor: (wtf)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-15 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Through the alley," Watson puffs, "on the right."

He's running as hard as he can, cane not even touching the ground, a breath behind César. He's ignoring the pain in his leg through sheer adrenaline, and he'll pay for it later, but the most important thing is that there is a later.

Through the alley, though, is his clinic, and safety. He fishes in his pocket for the key without slowing down. "Over there," he says, key in the air.
lasthumanvoice: (there goes your freedom of choice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-15 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I just...I just need. Um. Nevermind, nothing but this."

He's not letting go anytime soon.
sistermagnetic: (fuss)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-15 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" She nudges him just a little bit. If he has something to get off his chest, why not? He's velcroed to her right now, after all.
wolfborn_were: (look up)

[personal profile] wolfborn_were 2024-01-15 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Emery smiles, careful not to show too much of his sharp teeth, and says, "Doctor Sally Boyle? I'm Emery. I've been helping supply some shops with meat from my hunts. Mostly deer. And the owners said that you would probably need some direct help, since you've got a little one."

He holds out the covered dish in his hands -- already cooked, from the scent wafting off it. (Sally will find that it's a shoulder roast.)

"I also have some raw cuts on hand, if you have cold storage for them. And some vouchers they wrote up for you to use later."