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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.

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You Are His Son | Wildcard

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The morning after day four of the star siege, Jean is in Oak and Iron. Jean is beat up to fuck, is the thing. They're hoping that Comrade Mairi might be able to come by and slap one of those Good Heals on so they can be in fighting trim for tonight (insert the sound of First Aid's gears grinding here), but right-now-right-now they're drawing up plans. They've copied a map of Pumpkin Hollow proper and are annotating it with the help of their notebook. The local militia they've been training is only so large, and not all or even many of their fellows from the ferry have signed up for the local levy, but plans can be made - barricades, emplaced bolt-throwers, heavy hitters like Jean, Erik, and Mairi to lead teams at choke points so those teams can use less fighters and spare a greater number of them for less critical areas.

The goal there is simple: give the milita some wins, spare their lives and the suffering of dying, get them used to the idea that they can fight back. The people from the ferry can take the high-risk areas. That's their job.

Jean always takes the hits.

Later on Jean will be calling Ianto here to go over these plans, as some kind of wildcard on their own open perhaps, but right now they've spotted Copia and pegged him as a new arrival, not like that's hard given his fabulous face paint. So, Copia, my man, there's a five-foot-nothing person with rough-cut black hair and oddly triangular teeth at a table downstairs, dressed in an interesting suit and a blue scarf with a stylized wolf in white lines on it.

And they're waving you down. "Comrade! Comrade, a moment of your time!"

Oh and lest the author or anyone else forget, Jean still hasn't figured out that the coffee they're drinking is spiked with that love potion so they're really in their feelings right now.
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-22 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Watson gives a doubtful grunt -- he knows an avoided question when he hears one -- and gently takes Cerrit by the arm.

"I can take you back to my clinic, or I can take you back to my flat, or perhaps yours if you prefer, but I am going to insist on looking you over and cleaning you up." His tone is gentle, but very firm.
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It Warm In Hell

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-22 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
John had promised to spend time around the forge. He'd expressed an interest in making his own fishing weights. Maybe some hooks.

...but the thing is? The more time he spends around the forge, either messing around with River's permission or just hanging out, the more John realizes he's kind of into the whole thing. He likes his job, construction...it's just engaging enough to keep his mind right and the hard work helps him sleep, but this?

This is fun.

So, one day while he's at Infernal Arms, messing around with making molds, he finds himself stopping dead with what he's doing to watch River work yet again, he finally puts aside his own little project and walks over to lean against a nearby beam to watch at a safe distance.

"Hey, Riv? If I wanted to go all in on this, would you teach me? Learnin' to work the forge, I mean. Not asking for a job, just...I've been enjoying myself here. Think this could be a good hobby, y'know?"
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think you've ever elaborated on that with me. And it seemed rude to ask. But I'm willing to listen."

An offer, not pressing for information. Chris takes a sip of their tea.

"Death is... difficult. It's meant to be the end. Coming back to the living world afterward is..." Chris sighs, and repeats, "difficult." The words feel too small to hold the concept, when experiencing death is so all-encompassing.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-22 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Riv. Puts a smile on her face every time, and now is no exception. She favors John with a smile that's only a little threatening: "You know what you're asking, big guy? Like don't get me wrong, the bit where the guys and gals swoon watching you work is choice," always remind the apprentices of the benefits, always, "but humor me - how much tedious bullshit do you think I'll put you through?"
theydrewfirstblood: (front{ serious)

To Find Out Is Divine

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-22 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
When the call goes up, John doesn't think. He just acts.

Hearing the shout for evac help, John heads towards the scene, but stops several times to grab a passer by.

"You! We got trouble down here--follow me, grab a familiar face if you see one!"

John stops six times to grab a random person. He arrives at where Jean's standing with eight men, varying sizes, all able bodied.

After sending two of them to head out and locate at least one doctor, he turns to Jean, focused and calm.

"Runners are the best we can do at the moment. Gimme a direction, I'll send guys out to play messenger."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
“Your flat.” He doesn’t try to argue the point; it would be entirely a waste of time and he already realizes that. Besides, there’s no one else whose hands he trusts more.
theydrewfirstblood: (smile{ gentle)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-22 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The look she gets is downright reproachful--but also with this smile.

Ignore the blushing. John still can't handle the ribbing about his looks, but he's getting a little better about not short circuiting. This is progress.

"Tedious bullshit? C'mon, don't sell yourself short. Or me, for that matter." he quips. "Ex-military, remember? Also, I grew up on a horse ranch. If there's not at least a little hazing, I'll be downright disappointed. Might even be a tiny bit offended."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good plan!"

What more needs to be said so soon? The relationship between a frontliner and their support caster is a simple one. He doesn't need her to be close, in order to benefit from sneak attacks, so her blasting from range works perfectly. He settles into the rhythm of combat, and the world seems much simpler that way.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-22 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hazing nothing, it's just repetitive." River starts ticking things off on her fingers, "There's the reading on metallurgy, nails, rivets, tool care, nails, cleaning and maintaining your forge, nails, hinges, mending pots, nails -"

Sulana, one of the apprentices, chimes in: "Also nails, master."

"Good eye apprentice, the boats are thirsty whores for them and it seems like the marina blows up three times a month."
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-22 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil, you're a cute kid. Unable to stop the chuckle that bubbles out of him, John pats Cecil on the shoulder good naturedly.

"Yeah, well, so's organizing a community cookout." John points out. "We'll just turn you into a full service operation's all. Organize, hunt, prep, and raise some hell in the kitchen."

Safely, of course. Heavy emphasis on the 'safe' part.

"Meanwhile, I been hunting on the regular so I'll bring in more game when I go through my snares and traps." John assures him. "I'll ask my buddy, Sam, to set a few extra, too. How you feel about venison? If I can get a couple people together, we can bring in a stag or something. Stretch the communal pot, and preserve some of the meat, too."
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-22 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
John can't help but laugh at that, planting his hands on his hips so he won't double over with it--but it's a very near thing.

Christ, this is great. He can't remember the last time he's laughed like this.

"Sure you're not forgetting something?" he jokes, making a show of shaking his head before he relaxes--but not without tweaking a stray wisp of River's bright red hair. "I got a leg up on tool care, probably--if the actions aren't the same, the habit and attention to detail will be. As for the rest, I'm a quick study and I like to read. If there's one thing the Green Berets prepared me for, it's earning my stripes. I'm not an easy guy to bore."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well. We're going to survive the winter no matter what, given how death works here. But dying repeatedly of starvation sounds unpleasant at best."

Look, Cerrit's no longer any flavor of optimist. The bad shit happens and he stares right at it. He's sort of shell-shocked in his own way and still refusing to unpack it.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't really told anyone all of it. I don't want for anyone to pity me because of what I've been through, especially when I can see to what degree it was also my own fault."

That's being uncharitable to himself.

"But I died at the beginning of the end of my world."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-22 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hardly something to be congratulated on--they give you a home here, when you agree to work. But it's nice, and it has room for cuddles. Come see?"

Cecil does recognize there's some hint of awkward happening, but he sort of blusters past it with the well meaning energy of a cow settling her head on someone's lap in hopes of being petted, unaware of how that might pin them down.
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-22 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil? He'd be a no-holds bard, indeed.

"No, but it's just as important to get accurate information out about the not-fun things. Perhaps even more important. And what is it you do?"
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's very rare that the death of a whole world can rest on one set of shoulders," Chris observes.

Then they ask, "What about the things you've been through do you think would elicit pity?"
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Guns Have Evil Hearts | Aurora

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-22 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The booming -- not quite the pistol crack he's familiar with, but an explosion, without the scent of powder. Well, it has him going to investigate, certain that this is some new and horrible danger.

River with the promised gun was not impossible. He had not expected titties, and frankly he has no idea where he's supposed to look, because on the one hand, he is an avowed admirer of nice titties, but also this is not generally the environment in which doing so is appropriate. And clearly she's not embarrassed, so averting his gaze seems... unnecessarily prudish, which he is not.

"You've done it," he says, looking firmly at her face and only her face.
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-22 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil leans into that shoulder pat like a shelter dog.

"I like the idea of venison, but I've never had it myself. I might need a little help figuring out how to work with it. But stew is stew; anything becomes more stew when you drop it into a pot and wait for a while, right?"
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[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Then again, he was feeling a little funny and increasingly more intense than usual and logic and reasoning were not fitting that agenda. Was this a trap? Had his drink been spiked? More importantly, did he care?

No. No he did not.

With a few strides he finds himself embracing the complete stranger with a bear hug, at which point Copia becomes fully aware that something is at work in his system and that he intends to take full advantage of it.

“Fuck it, I’ll follow you.” His voice came out a bit more of a seductive whisper than he meant it to, but he accepted it.
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[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-01-22 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you'd thrive in scarlet. Or midnight blue. Black would be stark, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. It would make a statement. And of course, proper tailoring would make everything look better as well."

Ah, it is good to be appreciated for her work.

"I'm known most for my embroidery work, but I've been taking lessons from the locals on garment construction. You'll allow me to dress you nicely, right?"
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Hello, Sweetie

[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-01-22 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, the community stew and sweet potatoes come to River, in a tidy packed basket, brought by some little blonde slip who really doesn't belong in a forge. But she hadn't seen River in a couple of days, and ensuring her lass eats, drinks and takes five minutes to rest is part of being a good girlfriend.

Right?
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-22 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of juggling to secure his bag and his cane and his arm in Cerrit's, but Watson is used to these moments, and it's easily sorted.

"Good," he says, approvingly, and then in a softer voice, "Have you been out all night?"
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-22 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil has had stew at the Oak and Iron for over a week at this point. He all but swoons when bear hugged like that.

"You're so strong." And he is absolutely over his head with love potion.
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," he says, "absolutely not. I refuse to believe it." His tone suggests rather that it's not that he doesn't believe, but that he doesn't want to believe, that the idea is so farfetched he can scarcely imagine it. "On the moon, really. You're really not having me on?"

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