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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.

wolfborn_were: (look up)

Emery Deluca | Original Character | Existing Player

[personal profile] wolfborn_were 2024-01-11 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Knock-Knock, Werewolf Here
Emery gets a peek at the Gazette during one of his early morning forays into the village while in wolf form. (Yes, for everyone worried about the fact that he lives out in the woods, Emery is actually not far from the village itself and does visit every so often. Just when humans are less likely to see him.)

And everything else -- natural phenomena, astrology crap, upcoming festivals, and human error -- pales in comparison to the looming famine. Emery knows what it is to go hungry. Whatever the humans think of him, whatever reaction they're going to have to a werewolf in their midst... doesn't matter anymore. He's making himself known and he's making himself useful.

Emery goes back to his den to grab the winter cloak he bought for himself (with bazaar vouchers) and then marches to Town Hall in his most human shape. It takes several explanations to the clerks, as well as a demonstrative transformation or two, but eventually Emery marches back out with a shiny new job title that boils down to "Hunter".

He's supposed to supply certain businesses with the raw game that they'll process to be edible for humans. And he's going to do that. But he's also going door to door, figuring out who is going to come up short on their rations. Some people are going to be getting direct deliveries.

Knock knock! Someone's at your door.

Stars in Favor...
...So reading Cecil's horoscopes leads to Aries developing a "Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna"? Guess which local wolf happens to be an Aries??

This will help with the hunting that he's assigned himself... but also, animals he's not supposed to hunt may be drawn to him. Perhaps one of your pets or farm animals? Let's annoy the wolf man some more!

Wildcard
Emery's got himself a job that will be keeping him very busy, but he'll still be available for other stuff. Hit him up.
Edited (added a Horoscopes starter because it works out) 2024-01-11 02:21 (UTC)
lasthumanvoice: (they're gonna hang him so high)

Cecil Gershwin Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | Existing Player

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-12 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Come on in, we haven't slept in weeks [Horoscope: Zoomies and Famine Mitigation]
Cecil is very aware of the famine conditions going on.

Cecil is also, unfortunately, an Aquarius. Trying to sit still about things meant that the excess energy in his everything right now turned straight to anxiety for a couple of days, before he decided to turn to a more productive use: Community Radio Stew.

The cauldron that Cecil found and scrubbed for use is actually on loan from a local dyemaker, large enough to soak several blankets or bedsheets. While he doesn't have much, with his basic grocery budget, to put into the cauldron, he's convinced the staff of the Oak and Iron to donate meat bones and offal and vegetable scraps. This is hardly going to be the most refined or delicious stew in the world (especially in the beginning while he's getting going with just his own budget), but it's something to get going.

He's hoping--no, he believes, he has faith in this community--that others will join in, to help make the humblest of stone soup into something that can be shared, a perpetually bubbling resource available to any who need it.

Find him either on the street, looking to recruit those who'd add to the cauldron or inside, stirring like a madman as if he could channel those burned calories into the pot for others to feast on.


2. Drink some of this, it'll put the color in your cheeks [Love Potion]
Cecil's emotions already run very hot, but given that he's using the Oak and Iron's water supply for the stew (welp!), he's hit with regular doses over the course of the crisis.

And sure, this leads to standard, adorable responses like warmly complimenting people he knows and telling stories about himself and his past in a show of emotional openness. But there's also an incident late one night where he's out in the middle of downtown, approaching anyone who looks like they might be kind enough.

"Please, I just...I really need a hug right now. I'll leave you alone afterwards, I promise, I just. Need. Hugged."

Someone please squeeze him.


X. Wildcard
[plurk.com profile] darkersolstice or same username on Discord to plot.
theydrewfirstblood: (up{ small smile)

Come on in, we haven't slept in weeks

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-12 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
John's actually fresh off a cruise through the woods after checking his traps (and all but glowing with pleasure when he finds a few of Sam's, constructed flawlessly), when the redhead from the pizza party during the holidays crosses his path.

Stopping when the guy walks up to him, a couple of trussed up dead rabbits dangling from one hand, John watches him curiously. If he didn't know better, he'd say the guy had too much coffee...

"...Cecil, right?" he greets him. "Hey, man--what's happening?"
lasthumanvoice: (Default)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-12 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
“Everything! Everything is happening.” Cecil huffs into his hands and rubs them together for warmth before putting on an easy smile for John. Rabbits, huh? That’s smart.

“With the food shortages, I’m trying to get stew together at the Oak and Iron for people who want to combine their budgets to make something greater. If, um. If you have bones left over when you’re done eating those adorable little bunnies, or maybe even organ meats, we’d be happy to help you get rid of those. I bet rabbit heart is decent flavor.”

Because he’s not going to ask anyone to give up good quality meat right away. That would be rude!
theydrewfirstblood: (quiet{ o rly?)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-12 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
John just raises an eyebrow at him, then huffs and shakes his head with a small smile.

He's a nice guy, this Cecil, but he's...well, he's kinda stupid complimentary.

Without hesitating, John shifts the rabbits into his hand to loosen the snare so he can separate one of the carcasses out to give to Cecil--then stops, because...

"You know how to clean and dress game? Or you want me to come help with that?"
lasthumanvoice: (and says what he wants to say)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-12 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unless when you say 'dress' you mean to put the carcass in a cute little vest and trousers like a Beatrix Potter illustration, I may need some help."

The tweed fabric would be ever so stringy in the stew, though!
theydrewfirstblood: (smile{ gentle)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-01-12 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
John chuckles at that--okay, that's new. Guy's funny, even if it's unintentional.

"C'mon, let's see your setup." he snickers, jerking his chin to silently indicate Cecil should lead the way. "I'll show you how to field dress a carcass so you can use what you want and save the rest--ain't much that should ever go to waste if you know what you're doing, especially off a rabbit or other small animal. It's easy, promise."
lasthumanvoice: (there's some things)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-12 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil scampers off toward the Oak and Iron like a rabbit himself, simply vibrating with giddiness at the idea of having Real Meat For Dinner. Is it kosher? No! But he likes seafood too much for that to ever have been an issue anyway.

"This is exciting! Most people don't trust me with knives!"
sistermagnetic: (fuss)

Color In Your Cheeks

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-13 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
When she had heard about the local DJ's plan to make a communal soup to support the town as they went into low-key crisis mode, Magne had been one of the first to start helping out immediately, given that it was going to be set up in her figurative living room. She was among those putting her stipend toward little things that would make it more palatable, though she doesn't have much at all to her name just yet, and helping to keep the fire going and occasionally giving Cecil's stirring arm a break. He looks like he's falling apart just a little bit in that desperate attempt to make sure that the bottom of the pot doesn't end up burning the stew.

Long enough at it, and she's sure that he's gotten a bit loopy. He's already complimented her skirt, her hair, and her ability to make little things stretch when it comes to what they have to eat, and she's taken it in stride, but then he's looking at her all beseeching and asking for hugs and she is bewildered, to say the least, but he wouldn't be the first one to ask. So she opens an arm to welcome him in.

"You're running on empty, Palmer. Maybe you should take a minute," she suggests.
skeletonkeay: (frustrated)

Wildcard! [Love Potion]

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-01-13 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
After a somewhat bland meal of soup and potatoes from the Oak & Iron (better than nothing, as his own groceries had proven insufficient) there was a strange but profound feeling of loneliness that overtook him as he walked home alone in the snow. Something about it made him feel so far away from everyone and everything. So, with the bonfire season thing as an excuse, he called Cecil and set about lighting his fireplace for a night of snuggling.

However, this new problem is competing for attention with the fact that Gerry is a Capricorn.

When Cecil approaches Gerry's second-floor door into his residence, there is a racket coming from within. Snuffling and slamming and grumbling mixed with the occasional colorful language. "Where the FUCK are my goddamn lighters?! How did I lose three of them?!"
restingslasherface: (pic#16839944)

"Slasher Face" Jean | Project Moon | Existing Player

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-14 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Overtime | Famine

You can't just Catch More Fish, is the thing. Fishing ships aren't magic. The ecology is, which is good since Jean suspects local people going fishing is about to fucking devastate the waterways, but there's only so much space in the cargo hold, only so many crew members, only so much time in the day and the night. Thankfully the community seems to have acquired skilled hunters (Comrade Emery out here earning his paycheck, bless), so they will be spared Jean's crude attempts at the same.

So they just kinda gently start sacrificing a bunch of their free time to help out. Their labor can't magically make more food appear either, but Jean's used to being hungry, cold, and mean. They take these hits. New in town? Jean might be approaching you at Oak and Iron with sushi. For the farmers around the joint, especially any new ones, Jean is volunteering their eager and obedient services during their shore leave, anything to make it easier.

In addition to the actual help, the catch from Mipha's Grace is available at cost for the duration of the emergency, and Jean also has some fish soup recipes that might be handy to the enterprising Person Who Doesn't Want To Starve To Death. They won't fill you, but they will keep you alive on what seems like no food at all, and that's what counts.

Sorry First Aid. The nugget will be thinning again. It won't even be the fifth time they've had a bust after a relative food boon. They did tell you subsistence eating was a tactical choice...

A Discreet Advertisement | Love Potion | At The Steam Level You Bring To It TBQH

Posted to the Community Board is a small note:

Variety of subjects sought to model for anatomical and nude sketches in pursuit of artistic improvement. Compensation provided, pick your own venue, early morning or late evening preferred to as not to conflict with existing obligations. Please contact AGENT JEAN at [their phone number] during their shore leaves.

Guess who's constantly getting coffee at Oak and Iron. Go on. Guess.

...To Find Out Is Divine | Aurora | Injury, Abstract Gore

Jean has been a little lost on the score here of 'why is everyone going outside at night when y'all have clearly demonstrated an understanding that you should not do this under any circumstances' and look, oh boy, if it isn't the consequences of their fucking actions. For once they and the Wolf are in perfect harmony over how god damn fucking stupid this idea was, but now they have a job to do. Maybe they can salvage this into minimal losses and property damage, then good PR, in that order.

If you've signed up for the local levy, catch Jean barking orders to the Combat Team for containment tactics; if you're part of the Communication Team or the Medical Team, the shout is for evac duty.

Otherwise there's not a lot of time for orders. If you've joined this fight, or can't escape from it, there's a tiny five-foot person that you might have seen around town with their concerning smile and extremely polite nervous dog energy who is now utterly, completely, in their element, and they're here to fight alongside you.

Their first victim gets Jean on its shoulders before those awful claws start digging into its flesh.
Edited 2024-01-14 00:05 (UTC)
sunshinesally: (Default)

Who's There?

[personal profile] sunshinesally 2024-01-14 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Sally's more than sweating about her rations. It'd be one thing if she had to make it through a lean time, as she's done far worse, but as Gwen is growing and Sally's finally comfortable breastfeeding, well...

There's a lot to consider when you have an infant.

So when a knock at her door reveals a werewolf with food, her excitement is palpable.

"Oh! Hello there!"
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last human voice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-14 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil gasps softly. "Wait, wait, wait, when is your birthday?"

Because he's the one who wrote the horoscopes, he remembers who's losing shit and when their season is. There's only a week or so left in Capricorn season, so he's most likely missed it and that's the saddest thing he's heard all week and that compounds with the love potion in him to lead to big sad puppy eyes.
lasthumanvoice: (who plays what he wants to play)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-14 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't need a minute, I just. I just need hug." As he buries his face in her shirt and holds on like a koala clinging to a eucalyptus tree. "I'm sorry. Thank you. I didn't mean to be a bother. You're warm and soft."
sistermagnetic: (listen)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-14 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
With a soft huff, she gathers him in and settles down comfortably, letting her chin rest atop his head so she can keep an eye on the pot and anyone coming for a portion.

"It's not a bother, and you can take both, you know," she points out. "A minute for a hug is certainly within reason."
lasthumanvoice: (in the minds of those kids)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-14 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
“Might be a couple minutes. I just…thank you, Magne. This is very good.” It warms him from the inside out in a way that doesn’t feel quite normal.
skeletonkeay: (skeptical)

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-01-14 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh? Uh---"

He stops in his tracks to think. It takes him way longer to recall the date than he cares to admit. If only he had his ID to check...

"December 28th?" Gerry does not sound particularly confident.
lasthumanvoice: (as we celebrate mediocrity)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-14 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
“I owe you a present. But also, it’s no wonder your lighters are going missing. You’re a Capricorn!”

Cecil huffs and moves to go looking for the lighters as well, confident his excess zoomie energy will win over the lose-everything thing Gerry’s got going on.
skeletonkeay: (weary smile)

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-01-14 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Well I guess that's better than losing my mind. I don't really pay much attention to that sort of thing, so I didn't know."

Clearly it's more impactful at the moment, seeing as Cecil is running all over creation...

"That'll teach me to listen to my man better, won't it? Any luck?" Between his original lighter, the one he got from Erik, and the one he got from Arthur, surely Cecil's gotta see one somewhere, right?
pineapplesalmon: (please don't kill me)

César Salazar | Generator Rex | New Meat

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-15 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrival: Day, Horoscope: Glowing Leo; in town]

A metal box fell on him. That was the last thing César remembered before he ended up... here. He knows he's absorbed most of what he's been told, but he still worries he forgot something.

In a bit of a daze, he walks the roads towards the Oak & Iron. He'll find a way to help. He won't be a burden. But first, he has to get out of the cold.

César looks up from his map and sees someone walking the opposite direction. He hesitates, before reminding himself the criticality of his situation, and raises his hand in a quick wave. Just a quick hello.

Only if he gets some sort of positive acknowledgement will he introduce himself. "Hello, I'm César Salazar. I'm new."

And he doesn't know he's glowing.


[Aurora: Getting attacked his first night here, Horoscope: Glowing Leo; outside the Oak & Iron Tavern]

César's mind is a whirlwind. The horoscope at least explained why he was glowing, but his stray thoughts about work tasks that will be left undone perhaps forever make him restless. He's exhausted yet can't sleep, and glowing doesn't help. If only it was tomorrow, and he could take up tools to start helping with repairing the Earthquake Damage. If ony he was already useful.

Also, he wants to see the Northern Lights. But he should be sleeping. But he wants to see them.

So he bundles up in his provided coat and clothes, slipping on his boots, and walks quietly towards the crowd that has gathered. He stays slightly apart, staring at the sky in awe. "It's beautiful."

Then, the sky falls. Stars turn into dangerous creatures. Screams and shouting. César doesn't notice the others panicking, instead staring in awe at the starman so near to him. "Fascinating!"

His excitment turns to fear as the starman lunges for him, and he backpedals, tripping over the cobblestone with a loud shout of surprise. "Shi—oot!—Help!"
Edited 2024-01-15 03:15 (UTC)
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Aurora

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-01-15 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
For César, this is the start of the problem. For Jean, it's been a long night already, fighting their way along the evacuation back towards more defensible buildings. The star-things are falling here in town too; of course they are. Which means that clients of sense are also being menaced -

- Wait. That glowing man's hair isn't the local fashion. That's not a client. That's a co-worker.

The first sign of Jean's arrival is a red-blue wave, like blood on gunmetal, in a crescent shape, slashing diagonally to impact the star-thing and wound it, slicing through its gel-like flesh and cracking at its glittering bones with incredible force. There's a blur in the same color, blue and red and bloody.

Impact, with a wet and sickening crunch. The blur resolves into a tiny person, maybe five-nothing at most high, in an unusual business suit. There are claws locked to their wrists and, more importantly, deep in the guts of the thing.

They rip outwards from the center, and shower themself in the gore of heaven.

"Can you fight?" Their words are spoken twice; once by a vaguely high-pitched, almost manic voice, and again by a deep, rumbling growl from something far larger than their tiny body.
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Sally Boyle | Closed to Arthur Morgan

[personal profile] sunshinesally 2024-01-15 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Having left Gwen for the evening with her Uncle Eddie, Sally has joined Arthur for a little get-together at the Oak & Iron. It isn't a date, as far as she can tell (unfortunately). Just a few friendly drinks with the man who managed to hunt her a whole deer to supplement her food for the month, who also happens to be disgustingly handsome and a delight to know. No big deal, right?

Except, of course, for the drinks being accidentally spiked with love potion.

Sally tries to pace herself on the beer. And she's never been exactly a lightweight. But for some reason her head is already starting to fly away from her after the first pint. Nevertheless, she orders another.

"Seriously, though, you are--- so good at this whole survival thing. I'd probably have starved without you."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Found one!" He holds it up, and then on second thought moves over to the fireplace with it instead of handing it to Gerry.

"Yehi or. Let there be light."
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Arrival

[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
There's probably a lot of details vying for the scientist's attention. New smells and sounds and voices. Here's one that will eventually occur to him: the man(?) hitching his horse to the post outside the Oak and Iron is neither breathing nor blinking. But he seems friendly enough, giving César an up-and-down look before his lips curl into a small smile. It doesn't linger, the smile, as if holding the muscles of his face like that is an effort.

"You're new."
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-01-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Hold on--"

Watson, who is also glowing by the way, leaps forward without thinking, striking at the aurora with the only weapon he has at hand, his own cane. This does not seem to do a lot of damage, but it does seem to at least startle the creature into momentarily pausing. In almost the same breath, he hooks his arm around César's and hauls him to his feet.

"Run."

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