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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

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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.

somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-23 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure that I get to talk a lot of shit. I'm not on the best terms with the father of my people, but...at least he's been assed to try." River lifts Annabel's hand and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I can be there for you, if you want."
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-01-23 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"...But that's just a metaphor, right?" First Aid feels the need to check. Cecil is pretty jittery, it's concerning.

He gently but firmly takes the spoon and takes over stirring the soup. It mostly registers as water and various organic compounds to his chemical sensors, but it's not necessarily an unpleasant set. He can't appreciate cooked food the way humans do, but it's got a lot of pleasant associations. Full humans are more likely to be healthy and happy humans, after all.
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-01-23 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good." First Aid reaches out to gently pat Cecil's back. "And how are you holding up?" he asks quietly. "Are you getting any sleep?"
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-23 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean cocks their head, and their voice gets a curious distance, like they're remembering something at great difficulty. "Rabbi...'teacher', or sometimes 'master' in the sense of a master and apprentice, from the Hebrew. A title associated with Judaism - I never say this but I'm starting to wish I had paid more attention to the librarians from the Floor of Religion. I have no idea what that faith is or entails..."
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-23 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Watson glances at Cerrit's face at he works, aware that feathers hide many of the signs of a patient's distress -- pallor, cyanosis. There's also something of an issue with unfamiliar anatomy, and frankly it's disappointing that the chance to closely examine the musculature that results with a whole extra set of limbs came from circumstances like this, rather than something much more cosy and intimate. This is the sort of thought that does have Watson reflecting on whether it's hopelessly weird or not, but he can't dwell too hard on it either way. He's working, lost in intent focus for the moment, and wounds heal the same way even if they're on wings.

"I imagine," Watson says, as he finishes up his dressing, "that dried blood matted in feathers is hellishly unpleasant, and that we ought to clean the rest of you as well." We, because he's volunteering, despite the fact that he's nearly dead on his feet. "I think you'll have to undress. I should heat some more water, and perhaps a drink for both of us."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-23 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Someone has to. They don't value their lives."

That ominous note is going to have to tide Mairi over until they can meet again in the morning, when Jean has been treated for their wounds and is finally, finally, staggering into Oak and Iron for coffee. Their fighting style with those claws, in attempting to escort the clients, is fantastically cruel; Jean rarely stops to finish what's on their plate, instead leaving a creature mauled and in agony before moving onto the next one. A modern military man would call the beasts 'mission killed', rendered useless to the enemy.

Their cries of suffering, until someone else comes in to finish them, suggest that 'killed' is a strong word.

Still. Jean's won tonight, and they'll be damned if they miss their coffee, especially not after that. It's verging on noon by the time they stagger in, stitched and bandaged and patched up, but stagger in they do.
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[personal profile] deaths_head 2024-01-23 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets a snort out of the Shade--yeah, he likes this guy. Definitely not from Hell, or if he is he's more like Rick than anything else out of the pit.

"Considering I done time in Hell myself, and my left hand man's a native? Nah." the Shade assures him with a small, lopsided smile. "And for the record, ain't everyone here had to die to get an invite. Word of advice, kid: there's an ocean between 'wicked' and 'evil.' Wicked's for the dark soul--there's light left in it for that sinful sparkle 'n shine of temptation. There's hope in wicked--evil's a void from whence there's no escape. Hell's built on evil, don't aspire to it."

The warning is delivered with the quiet gentleness of genuine concern, even as he shifts to lean over and offer the kid one big, long-fingered hand to shake.

"I go by the Shade to them that know of me, but folks 'round here just call me Joe."
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-23 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
César nods and stands, going to do the same. Two sets of eyes at different windows is better than one. But the result is disappointing.

"... Miércoles. They're still out there."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-23 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Cerrit's head turns so he can look at Watson finally. This isn't how he imagined stripping for this man, and he's not sure how to feel about it. And like, sometimes between exhaustion and pain and stress, the beak takes over and says things without consulting the brain. You know the phenomenon, yes?

"Why don't you take your shirt off, too?"

Oh god why.

"I mean, so we don't get blood on it, of course."
deaths_head: (side} smile / laughter)

Let's Fall In Love

[personal profile] deaths_head 2024-01-23 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the things the Shade isn't great at is staying hydrated--the whole biological nonsense that sometimes has him mistaking hunger for thirst or vice versa just kind of makes it hard. To that end, he just plain old doesn't drink too much and has a glass of water with each meal. It helps to maintain this infernal living body of his...

He's lucky he doesn't take all of his meals at the Oak & Iron--and when he does, he really just ends up sending Nieve notes, or getting a little bit cuddly when they have coffee. She's given him a few odd looks--but she's also indulged him, which suits the Shade just fine.

He's at the bar, knocking back an extra glass of water after his early lunch (cause he really was thirsty this time) when the little mermaid sidles up to him with a flower and an offer that brings some bashful color to his cheeks.

"Well, I'd say yes, but Momma always said it was rude to make a lady waste her money." he replies with a laugh. "You're cute as Christmas, I tell you what, but I'm...well, I'm sorta spoken for."

...and saying that is still a kick in the fucking head. Spoken for. Early days, but he's got a woman. Cute one, too...what's she up to? Maybe he could swing by to call on Nieve for a spell, if she ain't buried up to her neck in some experiment or another...
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-23 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm happy to help." John assures her--once he's done laughing again at the pair of her apprentices with their praise of the Almighty Nails. To that end, he narrows his eyes at them jokingly.

"Just don't expect me to make any offerings at the altar." he jokes before turning back to River as his smile softens, pleased and hopeful.

"And I do wanna help. You'll tell me if I'm gettin' in your way or anything? I don't wanna take up your time if you think taking me on would hold you up at all."
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-23 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"John, my man, if I was too busy I would have led with that, I promise. And it'll be nice to spend more time with you, you're a hard guy to get a hold of."
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-23 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The reassurance soothes some of that uncertainty--and that tiny pang of guilt is overcome by the warmth that colors his cheeks, but more with pleasure than embarrassment as he ducks his head with a smile.

It's not something he's used to hearing--that someone wants him around, and it's...he can't pin down how it makes him feel, but it's overpoweringly good.

So instead of answering, his arm just darts out to wrap around her shoulders and pull her into a sideways hug for a second, rubbing her arm with a little squeeze.

"Yeah...ditto." he finally replies, then realizing it might not translate in terms of slang across worlds...

"Feeling's mutual. I like hangin' out with you--gonna be fun, acting as the new resident nail bitch." he teases gently.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-23 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am fighting a lifetime of soldiering to not make an infinite number of nailing puns right now." River reaches over and claps John on the shoulder. "I'll be by your place soonish to help you build an outdoor forge, something small. I trust you won't fuck with it too much until you've got training under your belt, but you're a grown-ass man, I'm sure you don't play with fire for a lark, right?"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-23 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was supposed to be paying attention."

Despite the inexpressiveness of his aquiline face, there's a distinct grimace as he shakes his head. "Nevermind. I'm sorry, I shouldn't dump this all on you. Forget I said anything."
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Agreed(TM)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-23 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
John nods, giving direction to four of the guys to head for the cliffs and hills. He sends two more to put out a call through the town for members of the levy, and takes the last two with him to the armory with Jean's key in hand.

The three of them manage to distribute the weapons to every member of the levy they can find, and the tiny handful of volunteers John has currently taking direction under him. He assigns a runner to each of the medics, leaves a couple others to carry word between teams handling the fighting, and the rest stay with him to help where they can and carry any messages Jean needs relayed to the rest of the volunteers.

John isn't fully aware of how much time passes. He doesn't keep count of the handful of fights he gets into not because he sought them out, but because they came to him and to his superior.

It's strange, not to be on the front line--but he finds familiar satisfaction in adherence to the mission, in following orders well.

It's still the kind of war he was made to fight, and ultimately it's...it's still good to finish with fewer wounds and aches than usual.

It's even better to fight a war he's actually allowed to win.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-23 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you're getting killed by people, that's not being allowed to integrate."

Cerrit looks away from Cesar, dropping the glare. "You're not very kind to yourself, are you?"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-23 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Flush them out, perhaps. Though I don't have a crossbow, myself. Boar will probably be a better quarry for us. Attacking from stealth is a specialty of mine as well."

The joys of being a rogue.
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-23 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking away, César doesn't reply immediately. But his silence means that he's started to think. If someone else had been murdered, how would César want it to be dealt with?

... Oh.

César's voice is quiet when he finally speaks, his voice and face blanked from emotion. "I had to be unkind to myself to save the world, and I've 'learned' that people didn't see me as a person much back home. The first is a habit I haven't had the chance to break, and the second is something I still need to unlearn."

He sucks in a breath. "... Vika. First Aid and Chris Freeman know. You should... talk to them. Vika held me at gunpoint and demanded she know more about me once she realized I had created sentient AIs. I'm an expert in artificial intelligence back home, and had to kill one of my creations before she destroyed all life on our planet, Earth And when I told her that story, she killed me instantly with some sort of freezing blast. Then she broke off my head, and then took it over to their clinic to warn First Aid about me."

César wraps his arms around himself, but otherwise, he's continuing with that same tone and expression. "I've hardly told anyone I died. Because if they find out, then they ask questions like you did. And isolating Vika is hardly going to help her. I'm the only one she's been violent towards that I know of."

Bart would like to have a word with you, César. Even if that had been planned.

"I know it's an irrational fear... but I'm worried about being pushed out into the cold if word gets out. Freezing to death or starving repeatedly until spring would be horrific." Oh, there's finally some emotion there: mostly repressed fear. "It was only my third day, and someone already murdered me."
Edited (a single letter lol) 2024-01-23 20:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-23 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"She sounds like a smart woman."

Magne smiles warmly at both the comments, and the implications. The sincerity is actually a bit embarrassing, and she can't help the small blush over it. Normally such a thing would be hidden by the shades that currently were not available here. So César gets the full extent of the warming of her complexion, that much more obvious thanks to how much time she's had to spend indoors lately.

She nods along with César's assessment of the garments as a whole. "Absolutely. I'd have picked one out for myself if I weren't already stretching Elias' goodwill. I'd suggested that he got himself a jacket instead. When it comes to corsetry though... I don't know, I would hate to wear it only for it to be damaged, don't they normally sell for an arm and a leg? A vest would be easier, and be very good for layering. I could see you in a shirt with a poet's collar and something in, say...a copper color. When a friend offered to teach our group how to dance, he made sure that all of us had something nice to wear just for the occasion. He was such a ham, but the vest I had was lovely. Simple black, silver buttons, a little bit of embroidery near the shoulder..."

There's some melancholy to that sigh. She misses the Vanguard Action Squad.
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-23 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
César won't ham it up further, but he's pleased to see that his words made their mark.

Magne's assessment gets a nod. "You know? A poet's collar is a very good idea. And the vest color. I'll have to keep those in mind when I save up the cash."

He takes another drink and relaxes back into his chair. "... oh, a vest like that would look excellent on you. We could be vest friends!"

Unfortunately, the local language has been stated as close to English by Word of God, so Magne gets to suffer. César only holds his cool for a moment before he snorts out laughter.
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[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2024-01-23 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, Zelda has been trying to help Jean. Emphasis on the "trying" part. She has never been a fighter, either, but seeing her partner out here risking their well-being every night... Well, she can't just do nothing.

She's patrolling near the beach with Solemn Lament at each hip, looking for people to evacuate, when she hears... singing? There's a man here, and he's singing. Why in the world---

It doesn't matter. She needs to move him.

"Excuse me!" Zelda calls. "Sir? You need to go back inside! It's dangerous!"
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[personal profile] jeveuxpartir 2024-01-23 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Pomni listens, shifting to let her arm hang down by her side while she did so, even if just for the moment. Her lips are pulled in a interested-yet-contemplative frown as Jean explains their world, and the notions are something she can barely wrap her head around. Changing out one's body, just like that? Even beyond this form she got stuck in, she didn't get the impression changing one's body was exactly easy.

The compliments paused her train of thought, though. Quite frankly throws that thing right off the rails.

As far as she'd been concerned, this body was a prison from minute one of being in it. Something she loathed, felt no affection towards, and sometimes found herself neglecting out of a sense of defiance to it. To think that someone could see it as something to be desired, though--- not even just desired, but sought after, and, if one were able to, hand-selected and worn with pride...

It's rewiring something in her thought process, to say the very least. Her hand's risen up to lightly touch the side of her face, as if the more direct contact with something she'd felt thoroughly disconnected from would help the notion process further.

"...Do you really mean that?" She's quieter, now, almost a little tentative. With most compliments, she'd clam up, get awkward, laugh it off, but something about this one felt different. More profound, even. "I mean, I just kind of got stuck into this thing when I got shoved into the Digital Circus, so I guess I always just saw it as... I don't know. Something made to be a spectacle? Something to be laughed at, just another part of the freakshow that we got turned into."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I almost wish I didn't! It feels...like a transgression to think that way when it was chosen for you, and without your regard. Especially when, haha, hahaha, I may have tried on so many combinations of sex and gender that I've forgotten where I started at." They grin, a little ruefully.

They also get up, and show Pomni the sketch; the details are remarkable. She's so close now (no, no touching).

"Even, haha, even now I bring it up because I was considering a more provocative pose for the next piece."
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[personal profile] jeveuxpartir 2024-01-24 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as Jean's close enough, Pomni's quick to look at the sketch. The detail is impressive in its own right, but what strikes her is the care. To think that that's how someone saw her...

To say it invigorated some self-confidence was just the start of it.

"Well... I'm not getting my old body back anytime soon, I don't figure," She mutters, looking back over the art. There's a resignation to the notion, not so much an admit to defeat as it is, albeit still somewhat reluctant, acceptance.

After a moment of thought, though, she cracks a small, playful grin Jean's way. The gears are turning.

"And, I mean--- if I've got your vote of confidence, maybe I should try to figure out how to own it?"

(The thought is something that comes easier to stomach now, having just polished off a warm, cozy helping of love potion, and will probably have to be stewed on long and hard in her post-potion thoughts. But it's a start!)

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