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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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Today In Bold Implications

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-27 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have reason to believe that Captain Zelda might appreciate a portrait of you lounging on her bed in bliss," comes the quiet answer; Jean's eyes remain on Pomni's, shaking with excitement. "For her cabin?"
pineapplesalmon: (all in a day's work)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-27 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
César feels a degree of... relaxation flow through him? No, he's not sure of the word. But it means a lot that she says it so easily for him. That someone understands.

He feels seen, and it digs up something he's hardly mentioned to anyone.

"You may have to hold me to that so I don't forget." César's smile saddens. "I had to go further than that and suppress my entire being for eight months back home in order to save the world and countless lives from a conglomerate of power hungry billionaires. I haven't even begun to relearn who I am now."

Might as well let poor Magne know what she's dealing with.
sistermagnetic: (fuss)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-27 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"So I just need to find someone that is, don't you fret about it, shortstack."

Magne stands again, hands on her hips as she looks at some of the others as they start to head back toward their homes for the day, some intending to sleep off the last wave and others wanting a well-earned drink.

"Sometimes people get tired of takin' the licks," she replies quietly, "they can't really be blamed for that. I think they've been takin' 'em for longer than we have any real inkling of.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-27 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
At 'shortstack' Jean looks down at their chest the way someone might if you said 'I like your shirt' but they'd forgotten which shirt be they're wearing. This doesn't help matters; Jean hasn't been stacked in years. Didn't like the trial run they took of it.

Focus, Jean!

"They have been. And I'm not looking down on them or disparaging their strength! We all need reminders, at times." Their gaze wanders over the battlefield, and a little smile lights up their expression.

Wait.

"...Comrade, you wouldn't happen to know if the shape of our cage is spherical or cylindrical, would you?"
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-27 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Her head tilts, and Magne reaches to lay her hand against his forearm once more, though she leaves the touch brief so that he doesn't forget to continue eating his supper.

"I don't think you're going to have to worry about that around here. And if anyone makes you feel like you have to, I'll knock their damn lights out for you. In the meantime, I'm right here, any time you need someone to talk to. Maybe we can figure out who you are a little bit at a time."
Edited (small addition) 2024-01-27 23:24 (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (a pause from science)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
César's eyes widen just slightly, only for his face to light up with a smile, and he looks at her in gratitude.

"... thank you. I'm rather squishy. It's a relief to hear someone's got my back."

They keep talking, of course, and César eventually finishes his dinner.
pineapplesalmon: (worried glance)

POST DEATH for Magne

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Day #4.

César is gone for over 24 hours. Which is unusual for him. He's never missed a chance to say hello to Magne since the first time they've talked. And he definitely hadn't been to his room last night, either.

When he does finally arrive, it's after the usual dinnertime. He went out to look at farms after meeting First Aid, needing to be alone, where he met Cerrit. One would expect a much deeper five o'clock shadow for him having been out all night and day, but it's the same as it always is at this time.

But his expression isn't the same. Nor is he. César was always quiet, but he seems folded up into himself this time. Also, holding a broom? (Look. It's a free broom. He needs a broom.)

... is he trying to sneak up to his room. Because it looks like he's trying to do that without saying hello to anyone. At least to put the broom away.
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
The occasional talks, the greetings or parting warnings to be careful out there, they're notable in their absence after every day since their meeting had at least had a brief interaction like that. But César is a grown man, and Magne isn't going to demand to know his whereabouts when he reappears anyway.

She's collecting mugs from the tables to keep one of the resident twerps (looking at you, Jeff) from sneaking the dregs when César finally puts in an appearance, and at first her greeting, a called "welcome home, handsome~" is warm as always, but it fades off as she takes him in and realizes that he looks...folded in. Wary. Unwell.

Finishing the task at hand, she places the mugs upside-down in their bin and follows a few steps behind. For a moment she's quiet, just taking in his demeanor, before she clears her throat for his attention rather than risking touching just yet.

"Found a job as a janitor?" she jokes, tone just shy of jovial. She doubts it's that at all, but it's an ice-breaker.
Edited 2024-01-28 00:49 (UTC)
pineapplesalmon: (SCIENCE YAY)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Woah.

The immediate urge is to panic, but César resists. She said sensory deprivation. River is next to him, even if he can't feel or sense her anymore.

Then, he becomes utterly fascinated. He tries to sense his body in any way. He can't. Surely, he must be breathing? But he can't feel it. He can't even tell what position he's in.

"Wow!" He manages to say in the real world, sounding utterly delighted.
pineapplesalmon: (a long explanation)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course not. You're a doctor." César can tell Watson isn't a stranger to danger, huh.

No one's come here with an uneventful life, it seems.

"... I've got some light training with how to handle electric prods and laser rifles as a qualifying course on weapon safety back home. Also, some experience with monster attacks. Otherwise, I'm untrained and unexperienced."
pineapplesalmon: (it has to end well)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
There's a mixture of shame and relief when she catches sight of him. But he doesn't try to sneak to his room. He quietly walks between tables and patrons to join her. César waits silently as she finishes the task.

"Can they spare you?" César's voice is barely above a whisper, and now that he's closer, it looks like he's been crying recently.
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-28 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"They're doing their best, in the circumstance," she concludes, and nods toward one of the retreating villagers. They watch the pair of them warily for a moment before moving on.

She turns back to Jean when they let her in on their musings, and rubs thoughtfully at her chin as she regards the lightening sky overhead. "Now that is a question... I'd been operating under the assumption that it might be a dome but considering these things are coming seemingly from space... What if it's a bit like a tube? Open cylinder, something you could feasibly travel through."
Edited 2024-01-28 01:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-28 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
She's never heard his voice quite so small in the time she's known him. There's something a bit heartbreaking in the sight of him, still holding that broom like a comfort object. A glance back toward the bar, and then at the rest of the room, and she flags down one of the other servers to ask that they keep an eye on things for a bit while she gets César upstairs and tucked into his room.

"They can now," she assures him quietly, then wraps an arm around his shoulders to escort him up and out of the public eye.

"You look terrible hun, did something get you out there?" She wouldn't be surprised if he'd gotten jumped by one of the star monsters. After all he was, as he had put it, pretty squishy.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-28 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm thinking less about travel than I am...classification. The curse that affects this place has many layers, but Doctor West theorizes that its overall purpose is to concentrate harm. But." Jean kinda Gestures at the woods. "Some things were already here, and might be part of the ecosystem - here I think of the giant crab attack in the past. Some things belong 'here', but are unquestionably hostile - the managerial entities known as demons, for instance. And some things have been arriving from beyond the pale of this world."

"So which are these?"
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
A moment. Or is it? And then the world comes rushing back in, here very much to include River's palm over Cesar's eyes, blocking most of the light.

"Thought you might not want to be blinded by the light," River explains. "That little trick was a few minutes off the top of my life, and it only gets nastier from there - undead servants, rotting living flesh, corroding metal. Necromancy isn't a study you get into 'cause your life went well."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-28 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Cerrit relaxes, letting Watson have his hand to do with what he pleases. "It's yours."

Trust is complete and without hesitation. Of course it is.
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-28 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
He takes a little breath, as though to steady himself, then turns Cerrit's hand so that he can hold it between both of his for a moment. With his thumb, he tests the point of one talon, as he would test the sharpness of a knife or a shard of broken glass, and then bends his head to leisurely kiss the knuckles two or three times. Then, deliberately, Watson lays Cerrit's hand on his chest, each claw pushing down, just a bit, not quite enough to break the skin.

"I am not afraid of you," he says, gently. "And I will not shatter at the faintest misstep. Please come to bed. I doubt I can stay awake much longer."
lightconductor: (oh dear god)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-28 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Watson puts his head up, warily, pausing long enough to try to peer back into the forge while also not taking his eyes off the approaching enemies.

"Ms. River?"
lightconductor: (calm)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-28 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, monster attack experience. Of course. Well, that comes in handy here, if nothing else. The most I had prior this was very large and aggressive dogs." He closes the iron door on the stove, satisfied with his fire. "Occasionally painted in phosphorus."

Watson stands up again, shaking his head. "A fire poker and a walking stick. I'm not certain about our odds, but we're bound to try."
maltesefalcon: (realization)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-28 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Cerrit has never had his hand kissed. It leaves him stunned, in awe for a moment, before Watson invites him to bed.

“Nor should you have to. Yes, bed. To sleep.” To cuddle, once they jigsaw their sleep positions together.
pineapplesalmon: (a young worry)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-28 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
For the record, he left the broom at each farmhouse as he looked at the land then picked it up after. But he keeps holding onto it because it's the only physical manifestation of what he went through that really remains. That, and the patient file that First Aid gave him to give to another doctor.

César waits again as she talks to another server. It's not patient nor inpatient, just waiting. He smiles to her in relief when she comes back and escorts him out of the main room with a strong arm. César doesn't need to fear for his life in the inn; he should've come back sooner rather than spending his time looking at farms until late. Come back before he worked hard enough to nearly exhaust himself.

But then he wouldn't have met Cerrit. Who helped greatly. But he's still all sorts of messed up. Even with Cerrit aware, he's still on the case.

And now he's going to have to explain everything... again. He should just write it down at this point so he can hand people a sheet of paper. César sucks in a breath and then just says it all to get it over with.

"Cerrit Agrupnin, one of the enforcers, got the story out of me. Chris Freeman, who uses they/them pronouns, and First Aid, know too. But they only know because... some of what I've had to do mirrors trauma Vika went through. Which Vika threatened out of me. A-And then she hit me with a frost ray. Which killed me instantly, so I didn't suffer. Then snapped off my head and delivered it to First Aid while I found out... Chris Freeman could see ghosts. Since I followed Vika, not knowing what else to do."

The story's mostly coherent but completely out of order. His mind is a jumble.
Edited (More about why César's absolutely trashed) 2024-01-28 05:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sunshinesally 2024-01-28 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
A shiver runs up her spine and Sally stands hurriedly. "We have a few hours 'till I need to get Gwen back. Let's go."
maltesefalcon: (pinch)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-28 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
“Cerrit Agrupnin, nice to meet you.” The hand he offers to shake is sharp as fuck and scaly, but he seems to be, Y’know, friendly enough. Not like he’s about to claw Laios’s hand open.
maltesefalcon: (cloak)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-28 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
“I have larger ones than you. That doesn’t make life any easier.” Bird sinuses are now something I’ve googled for RP. Thank you, Jenn.

Cerrit takes his own small step back, using his beak to straighten feathers on his wing, a little sheepish embarrassed sort of gesture.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-01-28 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clear a path I had an idea for crowd-safe arson -"

River come barrelling through, pushing a crate that has, you see, been emptied by virtue of simply tipping it over. She shoves it out into the street before going immediately for another one, shouting her explanation as she goes: "- hellfire's forge-fire, it's not wildfire, it eats what you put it on and nothing else -" CRASH! "- so if I can get a barricade going here I can make a wall of fire -" SLAM "- for tonight at least, gods only know what I'm gonna do if this happens again tomorrow, this forge can't be allowed to fall -"

CRATE NUMBER TWO COMING THROUGH

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