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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Blitz [FIRST EDITION]
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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
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
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
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
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
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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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.
Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:
Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]
(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)
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!Love Potion
[CW: Altered Emotional States ]
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.Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]
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At the question of her boots, she lifts her foot and tugs up the hem of her skirt enough to show them off, the lace up the side tied in a neat little knot. "Darling, aren't they? Miss Annabelle Lee Whitlock provided the ensemble. I'm sure she'll have something dandy to suit a strapping young man."
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He leans over and has to admire them for a very long moment. "They suit you perfectly, as does the skirt."
Oh, he seems to be flirting.
César looks back up with a wide smile. "I need to start paying attention to the local style and figure out what looks good on me! Not that it's that important right now... goals for the future."
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"Aren't you a sweet thing," she chuckles, twisting some in place so that he could see the leather work of her ankle-high boots and the decorative fluff of soft fur around the top edge. "Between you and me, the everyday fashion is a bit dull, but it can always be altered and spruced up a bit. I was just fortunate to be here when the bazaar was set up and people were feeling especially generous. The gentleman from the lighthouse decided that he liked my taste in winter clothes and had me help him pick some things for him. I got the impression that he wasn't used to doing that kind of thing for himself. I can certainly point you toward something when we've both got a bit of brass to spare."
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"My mama raised me to be sweet, but she also raised me to not to lie." César's making sure Magne knows he means it. "It's good to know there's options available to spruce up my style. Once we've got the brass, you'll have to introduce me around. I always liked the older styles of clothes. Modern day men's fashion is so... drab. Utilitarian. Boring. Give me some damned color, already!"
He leans back and tugs at the top of his shirt. "A vest over this would look amazing. Maybe even a low-cut vest. I've always wanted to be a vest man, but they're not 'in style' anymore. Which is a real shame, because they really accent a person's figure, men and women both. And then there's corsets. People think they're made to be so tight they squish the organs, but they're really just supportive garments and don't hinder physical movement. You'd look phenomenal in one that compliments your skirt and boots."
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Magne smiles warmly at both the comments, and the implications. The sincerity is actually a bit embarrassing, and she can't help the small blush over it. Normally such a thing would be hidden by the shades that currently were not available here. So César gets the full extent of the warming of her complexion, that much more obvious thanks to how much time she's had to spend indoors lately.
She nods along with César's assessment of the garments as a whole. "Absolutely. I'd have picked one out for myself if I weren't already stretching Elias' goodwill. I'd suggested that he got himself a jacket instead. When it comes to corsetry though... I don't know, I would hate to wear it only for it to be damaged, don't they normally sell for an arm and a leg? A vest would be easier, and be very good for layering. I could see you in a shirt with a poet's collar and something in, say...a copper color. When a friend offered to teach our group how to dance, he made sure that all of us had something nice to wear just for the occasion. He was such a ham, but the vest I had was lovely. Simple black, silver buttons, a little bit of embroidery near the shoulder..."
There's some melancholy to that sigh. She misses the Vanguard Action Squad.
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Magne's assessment gets a nod. "You know? A poet's collar is a very good idea. And the vest color. I'll have to keep those in mind when I save up the cash."
He takes another drink and relaxes back into his chair. "... oh, a vest like that would look excellent on you. We could be vest friends!"
Unfortunately, the local language has been stated as close to English by Word of God, so Magne gets to suffer. César only holds his cool for a moment before he snorts out laughter.
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"Awful," she chuckles, reaching out and lightly poking him in the chest. "Jail for crimes against humor."
It totally worked though. She is extremely amused.
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"You do have rather strong oneechan energy." It took him a while, but César's placed that nickname being a translation from Japanese. "I'm sure we'll find someone new to mess with, soon. We can tag team. Just when they think they're safe...."
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"Between the two of us, they'll never escape the jokes."
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"They won't. And I'll make sure to bring the science jokes just for extra torture." He smirks a bit, but then prompts. "You were going to say something before my pun?"
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In the end she opts to leave her hands where they are, save to gesture toward the linen pants that all new arrivals started in. "Just thinking on a matching set of slacks to go with your hypothetical vest. You're going to look so sharp after you've got some cash in your pockets."
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César has to briefly close his eyes to image that and nods. "It's the simple things that matter in life. Like a good pair of slacks. I usually wear mid-calf riding boots back home. I miss them already. They were perfectly broken in yet sturdy."
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"Oh don't I know that," she sighs wistfully. "I had a pair of espadrilles at home that I'd been wearing for years, they were so comfortable. Tough, too. The boots here aren't bad and like I said, I got very lucky. Come spring, I might have to find something else, though. Especially if you do decide to go into the farming business. Can't be mucking around in my nice shoes."
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"Espadrilles are amazing. My mother had a few pair, and I had a pair or two of my own. I just happened to like the boots since I had a tendency to drop things that hit my lower leg and feet." César's delighted to know she had a pair. "You definitely don't want to go about the farm in nice boots. You'll want something made for the purpose. Rubber boots are a godsend for mud, but I doubt they'll have something like that here. I'll ask the other farmers what they wear and start to save up."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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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."
CW: racism
He laughs in turn, cheeks turning a little pink (oh, Casanova?), and then answers a bit too cheerfully. "I've always wanted to properly mull over getting one. But I didn't, purely for my professional career. I've worked in Europe and the United States. I wanted to avoid getting stereotyped and also to not draw too much attention to my innate eccentricity. But I don't need to worry about those things here."
Another bite of stew to give her a chance to reply.
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"Honestly, if you don't mind my saying, they don't have a damned clue what they're talking about if they can overlook someone's merit over some idiotic preconceived stereotype." It definitely sounds like she's said it to someone before. "You should have any little thing like that that you feel like."
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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.
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"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."
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