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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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[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-02-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Laios catches that, and notes it down. He doesn't press the subject further - not now, at least.

"I'd love to hear stories about it, someday, if you'd be willing. But for now... I think we've got everything settled for the hunt?"
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[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-02-24 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The star's appearance gives him pause - but one glance to Ameterasu gives him all the confirmation he needs that, no, it's not some trick, but an opening she's given him!

There's no time to waste, and he won't ruin the opportunity she gave him. The extra weight brought the whole beast low enough that, with some angling, and avoiding the swing of one if its heavy arms---

Bullseye. His sword plunges through the other arm, and pins it back at an angle that leaves its chest arched back, open and exposed.

Everything feels as though it's racing, but he looks to her, and meets her sharp eyes, giving a short confident nod. It's now or never!
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-24 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)

Lev looks them up and down and then says, "just so thou'rt aware, I do have a husband; easy I may be, but not that easy."

Then they grin, and laugh, "we'll not need privacy, nu? Like, I just want to talk somewhere quiet, where I may sit down. By thine will suit us well, I'm sure."

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-02-24 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Zoom in on Jean's icon.

No closer.

Closer.

Even closer than that.

You need to be able to count the pixels in their eyes using only a kosher hot dog as your pointing device.

"One day I'm going to have social skills," Jean laments in just the Tiniest Voice. "And on, hahaha, HAHAHA, HA, on that day I will be immortal, um. This way."

And OFF TO THE COTTAGE!
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-24 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)

"Attacked?" Lev cocks their head to one side. "By whom? Ah, like, I mean—" they cough, awkwardly. "Apologies if 'tis a sensitive subject. But I'd assumed the others here all arrived as I did. Not, uh. Not violently. Merely ... mundanely tragic."

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[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-02-24 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm fine! It's just a water genasi thing. I just--- make water." Very smooth, Mairi. "But, uh, I probably... should get a towel so I don't get your floor wet."

Towel acquired, she scrubs the ends of her hair as Mary brings over the drawing. Her eyes light up at the sight of it--- Man, this friend of hers is talented!

"This is amazing! There's a lot of personality in it, and you look really beautiful," Mairi agrees. "Did you have trouble making friends at home...?"
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-24 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)

"Plain! Yes, exactly!" Lev exclaims, with some relief. They're starting to feel less like they're in a place where no one will understand what's so upsetting about a face with only two eyes of any kind.

They feel at ease around Magne; it's always easier for them to deal with people who seem practical, who are nonetheless not upset by the fact Lev themself is a space cadet. They're conscious they've been rambling, and they do want to hear more about Magne and her world. And maybe find the time to ask a couple of questions—they're a little oblivious in many matters, but it hasn't escaped them that they've likely got certain things in common with Magne. But that's never a question you just outright ask. Some people don't wish to tell, after all.

They laugh at "Gecko", though.

"The Gecko is what we call the part of the city we live in," they say. "It's like, a pun on the acronym for the committee what runs it. But, nu. What's a quirk?"

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[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-25 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No, yeah, mine was a case of violence. Someone who thought I was a monster." He hasn't spelled out that part for anyone else here yet. And from how his gaze drops, it's still on his mind.
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[personal profile] i_ink_therefore_i_ammy 2024-02-25 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)

Ammy darts backwards, for the perfect angle, and then, mid leap....The air goes still, stiller than each impossible moment before, a sweet scent filling the air. And then, all but all at once...

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

Four distinct Power-Slashes, filled into nearly one moment. It's almost like the air itself splits open. The markings of her fur are nearly faded, mere red tips rather than the usual full regalia of her divinity. She lands in a plume of improbable spring growth as the star beast begins to fragment into dust. This, she watches with interest, wondering if perhaps it could be made into an ink.

Perhaps this was a little over-kill, but without a proper divine instrument, Ammy's not going to push her luck. "I am Okami Amaterasu, and it was an honor to fight by your side. It has been a while since I had a competent swordsman by mine." Susano, for all he is of Nagi's bloodline... simply doesn't count.

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[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-02-26 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Staggering backwards as those mighty attacks launch one-after-one, Laios watches in stunned silence, and only rights himself as the beast begins to fade to dust. He steps forward, tentative, to touch part of the slain beast - which, in turn, covers his hand in shimmering dust.

As fascinating as it is, however, his attention is torn back to her the moment she speaks. Okami Amaterasu. He's uncertain if Okami is a first name or a title, but regardless, it's elegant. Powerful. He's, admittedly, looking pretty dazzled right about now.

He gives her a short bow, however, returning the honored gesture before he spoke.

"It was incredible to fight by your side, as well. I've never fought beside anyone with the skills like yours!" He's enthusiastic, beaming, and side-stepping the beast to speak to her more directly. "My name is Laios Touden, and if you ever need my sword again, I'd gladly fight with you any time you needed. That was... amazing!"
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-26 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's a cop here that's distinctly bird-shaped," she offers, knowing that she herself had found some comfort in someone that her mind immediately could grasp onto as normal. The man would simply be a heteromorph in her own world. The cop thing is just an unfortunate character flaw.

Now that they seem to be out of danger (and even if they aren't, Magne can put up a damn good fight) she's happy to walk and talk. Lev is pleasant enough, if a bit spacey. She can deal with spacey. She might conclude that they're a bit ADHD.

"In my time and place it's what we call the mutations and powers that a good majority of us develop as children. Mine is called Magnetism, and it's exactly what it sounds like; I can manipulate someone's polarity and turn them into a human magnet. I used to have a support item to make it viable in combat, but it didn't make it here with me."
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-27 04:58 am (UTC)(link)

"Well, in that case," says Lyubov, "to thee, I'm Lyubov, and thou may'st refer to me as though I'm a woman. For the purposes of mine interactions with thee, I am. And never pay no mind to what another may call me, as other people aren't thee. And nu, the robot part makes no difference by me. One of the men what taught me Torah when I was just past bar mitzvah age is a golem, after all."

Well. It's maybe more complicated, with Shlomovitsh. But too complicated to get into the details right away, and not so complicated as to make a meaningful difference.

But now that she's thinking of Shlomovitsh, she's thinking of other things she associates with the old man, and thus, "and I live with a tiger. Well, the golem, too. But the tiger is his lifelong companion."

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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-27 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"...Y'all just have created people living among you as equals? As your teachers and peers?"

Vika doesn't believe it. The doubt is in her voice. But she badly, so very badly, wants to.
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-27 05:27 am (UTC)(link)

"We! Yes, we," Lev says, and laughs again; there's no anxious edge to it, they're genuinely delighted. "I can teach thee! Well, nu. As much as I recall right now. But maybe we'll find someone else who's knowledgeable, and three of us is enough for a proper debate. And my husband always insists that three Jews would have seven opinions between them."

They grin; their eyes shine. Honestly, more than anything, they look like a kid on Purim morning. They lower their head and whisper something to themself—reciting an impromptu blessing—and then raise their eyes again and look at Cecil with an unexpected fondness, "so happy to have met thee so soon after arriving. Would be such a nightmare, to be the only Jew in the entire world."

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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-02-28 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)

"I'm only teasing, nu?" says Lev/Lyubov, a little sheepishly. They hadn't meant to be that mean. They don't opine anything about Jean's teeth or general demeanour, since that would definitely be going beyond cattiness, and though of the people they'd defer to, none are present to enforce any consequences, they're usually genuinely trying not to be pointlessly mean.

They follow Jean to the cottage; and since making small talk is well part of their usual social script by now, they decide to be nosy.

"So how did'st thou end up here?"

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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-02 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Lev doesn't get an answer one way or another, because with his fringe swept aside, Hawkeye looks straight at the ocelli, his mouth slightly agape.

After a moment, he says-

"You're beautiful."

Married married married he's married he has a husband married married husband married husband change the topic change it change it-

"What- how do you have stars on you?"
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not completely sure on the details, comrade." The admission is as frank as one might, say, admit that one is out of tea. Jean opens the door to a cozy seaside cottage, where they begin bustling about making coffee. Almost all of the space is Zelda's, decorated in warm pastels, but there's a writing desk near the wall in the living room that forms the centerpiece of Jean's workspace. The walls around it are absolutely coated in pencil sketches; animals, plants, people, landscapes, all done in exhaustive detail. The window near the desk is papered over with drawings of the Parade Day massacre, colored here and there with a rusty red like old blood.

"Something got me," Jean continues. "The Library was declared Impuritas Civitas, unwelcome in the City, and I was attacked on a scouting mission after our exile. Never saw it coming...but that was after the Director returned the Light. I was. Not equipped."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-03 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I -" Jean's attempt to talk is stopped by a strangled noise of lust and pleasure, when Pomni curls her toes. Their whole body shudders, and they pant, hard. They open their mouth to say that they don't usually want to be touched, but what comes out is: "I'm yours."
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[personal profile] i_didnt_mean_to 2024-03-04 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you generate water? But... it doesn't deplete you, does it?" Mary asks with concern.

Mary smiles, though there's still a sad tinge to her gaze. "Gerry is quite talented, if he made me look beautiful." Mary sets the drawing aside on the end table by her bed for now. She'll hang it back up later. She sighs. "It's mostly humans back home, and a human with dwarfism is unusual to most. Add the fact that I used to be well known for playing a child role, and folks have their assumptions. It made me angry a lot, being treated like a child, and I burned some bridges -- socially speaking -- early on. At the end, I was very much a recluse."
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[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-03-05 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Nooo, it's fine. At worst I'll get a little dehydrated."

Worry takes over Mairi's expression as Mary describes her history. It sounds... cruel and unfair. It's not like Faerun is without its prejudice, but the idea of being so heavily ostracized for something so trivial, to the point of that much pain...

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine what that must've been like. But--- for the record, I don't think it was the drawing that made you beautiful." Mairi reaches up to rub her shoulder sheepishly. "I mean--- I didn't realize you were a human with dwarfism, but I still thought you were the hottest halfling at the bar."
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[personal profile] i_didnt_mean_to 2024-03-05 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" Mary says when Mairi admits to not realizing she was human, and then, "Oh." when Mairi explains.

Mary blushes. "People don't... usually say such things to me. But... I'm very flattered." She reaches out, touches one of Mairi's hands. "For the record... I think you're quite lovely yourself."
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-03-05 06:40 am (UTC)(link)

Lev sucks on their teeth, but quietly, aware that Angel might not take it as an expression of sympathy but as something else, like derision. They're already feeling more than a little sheepish for having been tactless (well, tactless by their own reckoning, at least).

So they don't look Angel in the eye, and say softly, "shall we find a place to sit? We need not talk more about this. Unless, like, thou wish'st?"

They pitch their voice like they do when by the house of those sitting shiva.

... and the thought of death, of mourning and ritual, instantly brings to mind home, and the marital bed and the communal kitchen by the maisonette flat near the oldest section of the Talons' outer wall. And faced with Angel here and now is the first time Lev has cause to consider that maybe they've got a rather unusual relationship with death, to say the least.

"I mind not," they add, a little hastily. "Uh. Death is not so alien by me."

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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-05 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
“What’s there to talk about? People thought I shouldn’t exist. They made me stop existing. Now I’m here.”

There’s a stiffness, a tightness there, the sound of someone who has quietly refused to look at their trauma as trauma. He put the feelings in a box and ignored them, and that’s worked so far.

So far.

“But. Yes, let’s sit. There’s tables around that corner.”
graphomaniac: (smile)

this is not an ICP joke, I swear, she's really that much of a ditz sometimes

[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-03-07 06:31 am (UTC)(link)

"A cop? Feh!" Lev says, and then adds, smiling, "good to know gamayun exist not just by us. Though I know only a few who are like, able to use pens with their hands, though like ... might just be our city, nu?" They shrug, and then fall silent for a moment, considering the fact that they'd not met a cop in a very long time—in fact, that cops haven't really been a thing in the Talons for years now.

And they tell Magne so—"we got rid of cops, when we got rid of kings. And we closed prisons when we closed the asylums, too. We make other arrangements now."

As for the quirk thing—

"Wait, like," they say, frowning a little. "Such things are ... unusual, by others? Not by thee, but by, ekh, like." They wrack their brain for names of people they've spoken to, and come up short. "Um, like, the army sawbones?"

Hawkeye has stuck in their mind a little, yes. People who compliment them with the enthusiasm Hawk did usually do.

There's also two other matters, which occur to them as they're rifling through their memory for Hawk's actual name, and not a description of him or his, ah, better attributes. One is trivial:

"I've like, never really been sure on the exact distinction between, nu," they pause, and admit, sheepishly, "magnetism and magic. They're both like, fields? And mostly invisible but very powerful? Though like, I suppose I've never been clear on the difference between either of those or electricity."

This is, by where he's from, the equivalent of admitting you're not quite sure on the distinction between frogs and toads, or ducks and geese.

The other, though, is less trivial:

"What do I call thee?" they say, head cocked to one side, smiling to try and banish the sudden awkwardness they're feeling—they feel like they really ought to be better at the common social scripts by now. "And, nu, how would'st thou have me refer to thee, when speaking to others? Like. I have mine assumptions there, but not all those I think are women are actually women. It like, pays to check."

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"Er, what?" says Lyubov, staring at Vika like the other woman's just suggested something abominable. "What, like, by thee, do they also eat infants and push elders off of cliffs? To merit making a person from dust and the fire of words, for such a skill a true scholar and sage must labour for years. Like, truly, pardon my Arcadian, but why the fuck would someone bother to make a golem only to act like it's not a person?" She wrings her hands, and stomps her foot in distress, as if trying to ground the nervous energy filling her. "To say one made is worse than one born ... I mean like, the Adam was made of dust, too!"

She stares at Vika, slowly, by degrees becoming aware that it is perhaps unhelpful if she's so distressed at an injustice that affects her not, but has apparently totally fucked over Vika's life, an injustice that Vika hasn't exactly condoned, to boot.

"I beg thy pardon," she murmurs, ducking her head in sudden shame. "But one must not mistreat animals, never mind people. And people created deliberately are surely people, nu?"

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