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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Blitz [FIRST EDITION]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette January Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

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

BREAKING! REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

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

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

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

ANNUAL AURORA IN NORTHERN SKY

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

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

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

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

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

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

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

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

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

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

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

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

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

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

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

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

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

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

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

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

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

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

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Further Details...
Aurora

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

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

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

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

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

And then, the stars begin to fall.

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

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

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

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

It simply lunges with intent to kill.

Horoscopes [CW: Altered emotional states ]

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

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

Love Potion [CW: Altered Emotional States ]

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

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

Famine [CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]

Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:

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

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

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

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

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

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

pineapplesalmon: (gently smiling)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
César takes it and tests the weight. "It's better than nothing."

He looks up to Watson again, smiling grimly. "Thank you. Regardless of how tonight goes."
sistermagnetic: (magnetic)

Battle and cleanup

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-26 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
It hasn't been that long at all in the grand scheme since Magne got into a big fight, but lately, she's been restless. She'd heard about the local levy and initially, she'd been wary; if someone sniffed her out, turned her in, she would be just a little bit outnumbered and while her Quirk does still function, it still fritzes out now and then. She's been careful. She's been good. Kept her head down.

But then the stars started to fall.

At first she was content merely helping people to shelter in place, sometimes strong-arming them indoors just to keep them from wandering back outside to be consumed. She relied on these people to keep her at least temporarily employed, after all. Then people started getting the picture, doing it themselves, and now, she's striding up to the little figure of the person running the show, looking more like a thug than a volunteer soldier of any kind. She's wearing the most basic clothes, things she won't mind getting damaged in a skirmish, and a coat stolen off one of the hooks at the Oak & Iron. Her own is a little less functional, more meant to be fashionable than anything that would be decent for hard work. Likely to be the only thing of its kind in her wardrobe, when she was done riding the high of being able to have such things to begin with.

"You. What holes in your line still need to be filled?" she asks point blank, a stern look trained on Jean and their crew. "If you need an ability rundown, does 'magnetokinetic' mean anything to you?"

They'll be getting a quick rundown on her ability after that. They will also learn that she needs, for lack of a proper focus for fine manipulation of her Quirk, one self-identifying man, and one woman, on her side to enable her to have similar control in battle. It is less than ideal, but she will be able to move people onto, or off of, the field very quickly when necessary. She doesn't even really need permission, but it's polite to ask first anyway.

In the aftermath when she spots Jean collecting the remains, the stardust, she'll ask they're up to.

"What is this stuff?"
jeveuxpartir: ([Love] flustered laugh)

[personal profile] jeveuxpartir 2024-01-26 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
When Jean comes over, Pomni's quick to sit up, immediately interested with the drawing, and--- oh, there's the whole notebook! She takes it with surprise, and looks over the drawing for a moment, before she glances back up to Jean.

Before she can get a compliment out about the drawing, there they go.

Her heart's pounding at this point. Oh, that is an exciting reaction.

The love potion is in full swing, and Pomni can't think of the last time she's been this absolutely thrilled. Jean is clearly vibrating, and for once, something wells in her chest that she never expected.

Confidence. A nervous confidence, but a shred of it nonetheless.

Maybe it's time for her to put something into motion?

Carefully, before Jean can get back, she sits the notebook over on their chair, and, back on the couch, she carefully folds her legs, and turns her back partially towards where they'll return, folding her arm over her hip neatly. It's definitely more promiscuous than the last pose, but maybe this shred of confidence deserved a little bit of a leap?

As soon as she catches sight of them, she cracks a sheepish grin their way.

"Thought I'd get a new pose set up. How's it look?"
Edited 2024-01-26 02:45 (UTC)
gruesomegourmand: (neutral 2)

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-01-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
So no night vision? Noted, not every bird had one. Maybe not any bird people. (Investigation pending.)

"Hm. ...Do you think we could find someone we could borrow a cart from? I don't know if we could carry back boars and geese all at once, but if we had a cart, we may be able to do both at once. That'd feed a lot of people, if you're up for that intensive of a hunting trip."

It goes without say that Laios is clearly up for the trip - the hunting is purely logistics, but there's an edge of concern to the notion of keeping the town fed. He's taking the famine incredibly seriously, even if he just walked into it.
gruesomegourmand: (thinking)

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-01-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
There's a solemn understanding, but Laios says no more of it. It wasn't as if he hasn't gone hungry before, and what a struggle necessity-cooking can be with so few supplies...

"Well, I've only tried one thing, but I'd love to try more of your cooking, once there's more food to go around. If this is anything to go off of, I think you have a real knack for it."
gruesomegourmand: ([WOW✨.mp3])

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-01-26 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Laios can only gawk as the beast is toppled, and he's brought to his feet.

There is a dog.

A talking, sword-wielding, magical dog that saved his life from certain doom.

This might just be the best fucking day of his life.

"Y--- yes!" He has to fight for his words through shock and delight, and he's barely able to tear his eyes away from the beast, so beautifully tumbled around by magic, to hurry after his own sword, knocked only a short distance away.

As soon as he's got it, he wants to gush about how amazing her magic is, to ask a million questions about what she is, to remark about how beautiful her coat is, to try to learn where a dog learned magic---

But there was no time for that.

He holds his sword, showing a well-practiced hand, and gives her a confident look and a short nod.

"If you let it down, I'll help you kill it! I'm ready whenever you are!"
gruesomegourmand: (flushed)

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-01-26 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
( OOC: forgive da icon its the best i could find )

Laios is clearly surprised, judging by the little stagger upon impact, but instinct on having a person suddenly in his arms, he catches her easily.

It takes a split second for him to process well enough to kiss back, but as soon as he's got his bearings, he wastes little time doing so. He's a little clumsy, but he's following her initial movement as an example, with makes up for his clumsiness with absolutely boundless enthusiasm and a close embrace.

Talk about one hell of a first kiss, huh?
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-26 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
She may end up ordering them both more warm drinks in that case.

"No, I don't think they've quite gotten into rubber production here yet, but they've got good enough leatherworking that I'm sure we can find something comparable. It's been so long since I've had anything that wasn't secondhand or scrounged or stolen..." A huff. "At least when you've got your plan sorted out, the town hall will even have a property for you to start up on. I haven't bothered with it just yet, since I've taken a job here. No commute when your job's right downstairs, after all."
gruesomegourmand: ([WOW✨.mp3])

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-01-26 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"You're the best!" He calls after her when she runs off, and goes back to fussing with his cooking.

As soon as she's back, he brightens visibly, almost looking a bit desperate. (Just how long had he been cooking?) he gladly takes the jar of paprika, and after opening it and taking a short moment to smell it, he puts a carefully-watched few shakes of it into the soup.

He's practically sweating as he finally lifts the spoon, only after he's thoroughly stirred it, to give it a taste...

...And right after he does, he stands up with a jolt, so quickly that he knocks over the stool he'd been perched on, looking thrilled.

"THAT'S IT!"
skeletonkeay: (concern)

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-01-26 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Gerry furrows his brow at that. The swearing under his breath is a little worrying. "Did... something happen?
maltesefalcon: (pinch)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-26 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Cerrit does not show any sign of unease with the hug continuing on the scale of minutes. In fact, at one point his grip tightens, and it becomes clear he's not just holding on for César, but also for himself. He is careful, so very careful not to let the sharp pointy bits of beak or talons so much as poke César's clothing. He is always careful with the parts that mark him as a murderbird.

Which is worse, to be punished for what one did to save the world...or to fail to save the world and die without being punished for one's failings? Cerrit doesn't know, but the question settles in his mind heavy like a blanket of snow, leaving him cold and lonely and hurting and wishing he was a body that could express any or all of this by crying.

He can't, though, so he just holds on, letting César cry for both of them.
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CW smut from here forward | Is it truly a TDM without someone banging

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-26 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jean takes their moment, comes back with the coffee. Nearly drops the coffee. It is at this point that I need you to envision a version of this icon that's just their eyes vibrating at high speeds.

Carefully. Very carefully. They set the cups down, and walk softly closer to Pomni. Jean is prone to overthinking at most times but right now almost no thoughts are going through their head and the ones that are making it past the pounding of their heart are all about Pomni. Amazingly, not all of them are lust. Is she...?

They brush Pomni's thigh with their fingertips, gliding down her skin, contact so very faint. "You're comfortable?" Jean asks, voice thick with...need.
pineapplesalmon: (confidence)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Excellent.

"Good waterproofing and construction will go a long way. If you need me to help you pick out something good, let me know." César doesn't comment on the secondhand-scrounged-stolen, but does keep it in mind for later. "... I'm pretty jealous of that commute. I'll let you know what property I pick out. I just hope it isn't too far out of town."
sistermagnetic: (smiles)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-26 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
With any luck, all that it hints at is a hard life, but not the full extent. It's easy to imagine at least, if you know anything about how Japan treats its trans population.

"It's pretty nice. I'm sure eventually they'll want to give my room to someone else but for now, I'm happy here. Especially considering I get to be on the front lines of the welcome wagon. I get to see what kind of rabble gets dropped off on the docks," she teases. "When the time comes, I'll drop by for a visit. We'll go shopping. Find some boots, a vest, a properly sturdy corset maybe, the whole nine yards. Dinner, if we've got anything left over."
maltesefalcon: (stoicism)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-26 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"This is trying. This is what it looks like, as we start to puzzle this out and see how we fit together. I want you to be the person I can be vulnerable with. I trust you with my feathers and my body. I would rather spend my resting time with you than alone."

He's mildly surprised these things need to be said aloud with words.
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-26 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Watson smiles again as he pauses to wring out the cloth, because that sounds so very much like a proposal of marriage. Maybe it is, in some sense or another, but he's aware of how he and Cerrit do not always speak the same language in these matters. If they did, they would have had considerably less trouble getting to this point. He could interrogate the point if he wanted.

But the details don't matter. He understands. What he says, instead, is, "What a lovely way to put it. Yes, that is what I want as well, minus the feathers. I do think we already fit together rather nicely, for what it's worth."
maltesefalcon: (regal eagle)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-26 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"All the farmers are given a cart and horse when they take up farming. So we could try to borrow one from them." Perhaps Eddie, or Cesar if he commits to farming.
pineapplesalmon: (mischievous smile)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Being a weeb and some form of queer, he's heard through osmosis. So it isn't hard for him to guess. Treatment like that will drive you to the edges of civilization and maybe even a life of crime.

"I can't blame you. It's nice to have your life simplified when starting over, and you meet people easily this way." César chuckles. "Nice to wake up to food on-"

César remembers something, pauses, and then looks down at his half-eaten stew. "... oh." With incredibly reluctance, he disengages from the touch to start eating again. "Right. I need to eat this, don't I?"

Then, back on subject after he's had a bite and is holding the spoon in his hand to remind himself, almost teasing. "That sounds like a date, then. Maybe I'll even go hog wild and get one of my ears pierced, too."
pineapplesalmon: (that didn't go right)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
For the record, it's easy to read that as LaCroix flavor. Huh. So that's what the "natural flavors" are.

César gets the 'maybe should be beat up' feeling too, River. But not that bad. She wins there.

Okay, hard to not judge, but César's keeping his mind purely theoretical as much as he can. "Better sources than intentional suffering. What sort of things can you do with that energy?"
Edited (the moment you see a typo while you're already clicking post) 2024-01-26 05:18 (UTC)
somebodychildofanyone: (Default)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-26 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, quick question for demonstration purposes, how good are you with sensory deprivation if it happens to you? Both emotionally and uh, in terms of not running around blind."
pineapplesalmon: (saddest face)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
It's exactly what César needs, and for that, he is grateful beyond measure. César's been without a chance to start mourning, well, everything. There's so much to mourn. And it seems like Cerrit needs it as well. Cerrit keeps him standing.

But César doesn't know his story. And Cerrit only knows a bit of his. There are things he can't answer. The worst part is that if César never makes it back home, Rex will lose the chance for them to be brothers.

Eventually, he calms down enough he can support his own weight fully again and can breathe easier, even if he's still winding down. "T... thank you. I wasn't expecting such kindness."
pineapplesalmon: (eyebrow raises lightly)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-26 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"... I can handle it for a short moment. But I should probably sit." So César does, right on the floor with his back against the wall.
maltesefalcon: (sightwarden)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-26 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. Anytime."

His voice is quiet and somehow thick, even if his throat isn't clogged with tears. He moves to disentangle slowly, trying to put himself back together and be the strong, bold detective he's known to be.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-26 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Just try to remember, the world is still here, alright? Tap out when you need to, you won't feel it but I'll see your arm move." River murmurs something under her breath, oddly stilted and with a faint slant rhyme. Her fingers brush out, through the flickering shadows of the forge - and they catch, peeling away, leaving behind something that is not darkness.

She flicks the glob in her hand at César and the world is gone. There is nothing to see; there is nothing to hear. The ground beneath him is absent, without even the pressure of his weight on it that numbness couldn't erase. The smoke of the forge, the tang of metal and the bite of tobacco no longer reach his nose, the air has no taste - is he even breathing? There's no sensation across his tongue, in his mouth, when he tries to suck in the breath of life...
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-26 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
She straightens up with a soft chuckle, letting him have his hands back. His stew is probably lukewarm by now, but unfortunately it isn't exactly able to be microwaved thanks to the level of tech here. Oh well, it should still be mostly fine.

She moves to finish off her drink while he occupies himself with his food, until he speaks up again. She laughs once more and surveys him with her head at a tilt. "One thing at a time, Casanova. Though, it wouldn't look bad on you at all. And I've certainly known people that got away with a lot more than that."

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