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TDM #5 - Paradesium

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette March Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

3/8/24 | TDM #5 - Paradesium
Content Warnings: individual CWs found per prompt in "Further Details"
Forecast: Partly cloudy with a chance of rain

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW!

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Apparently the ferryman needed a bigger boat!

ACROSS TOWN - Since June of 16:53, a steady stream of new arrivals to our sleepy little town has flowed in by ferry, emerging from the fog. And it seems this trend is due to continue, as this March is due to be on record the highest number of new residents in a single month!

We are incredibly grateful for all of you coming to our home and filling it with life once more, even though the dangers of our local curse have significantly increased since all of you began arriving. This reporter isn’t complaining--- additional harm to my own person notwithstanding!

If you are a new arrival, please report to Town Hall at your leisure so that we can help you find work and permanent lodging. Or don’t! The Oak & Iron is happy to rent you a room for as long as you need. Best of luck to all of you, and as we say in Pumpkin Hollow, may your lanterns always be lit!

CHARITY DRIVE ENCOURAGES CULTURAL EXCHANGE

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

One of the charming toys created during last year's Doll Picnic.

FESTIVAL GREEN - Preparations are underway for the upcoming annual Doll Picnic. A charity event sponsored by the Artisan’s Guild, this picnic is an Anwyllic tradition that was brought to the island and continued with love. The first Doll Picnic was organized by Dame Meredith Idlewild of the town of Glyn Rhuthun on Kora’s Haven, with the toys being donated to the local children’s hospital after a massive landslide engulfed a local school.

The Artisan’s Guild has baskets of material available for making dolls, including fabric, yarn, stuffing, buttons, and the like. However, tradition states that sourcing materials from the natural world (for example, acorn husks to use as buttons or deadwood to carve for doll arms and legs) results in the toys being blessed by Serrenai, who will watch over the children who play with them. The toys will be donated to local children after the picnic, including those who are ill or whose families can only afford necessities.

Newcomers are explicitly invited to join in the making of toys, and the resulting picnic. As a personal note: the locals have never heard of a teddy bear before. This reporter expects to see several, as we introduce our traditions to their traditions.

PLANTING SEASON BEGINS!

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

After a difficult winter, the appearance of spring's sprouts lifts our spirits.

NORTHWEST HOLLOW - The spring thaw is in full swing! That means it’s time for our local farmers to begin planting. Town Hall is offering a small reward to any of our newest arrivals who would be interested in assisting with planting season for farms less than a year old.

Anyone fresh off the boat interested in making 100 Brass should seek out Eddie and Angel Kasbrak, Arthur Morgan, Cèsar Salazar, Mairi Miann, Ylva Wolfsdottir, or Muriel and offer assistance with tilling and planting. We look forward to rewarding you for your contributions!

HOT SPRINGS OPEN FOR RELAXATION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Photograph provided by the Safety Board!

CRANE'S RIDGE - After a recent earthquake opened up a hot spring on the lower portion of Crane’s Ridge, a small portion of the Pumpkin Hollow Damage Claims Assessment Corps has been working to get the area cleaned up and safe for use by the general public.

Following its recent approval for compliance by the Safety Board, we are pleased to announce that Porter’s Spring is now available for public enjoyment! It can be accessed by taking the train to the North Station or by following the central trail out of Northwest Hollow, though the Safety Board does not recommend making this journey on foot due to its proximity to Lake Sal-Co-Penn. Enjoy!

STRANGE CAVERNS DISCOVERED BENEATH CRANE’S RIDGE

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A small glimpse into this world beneath our own.

CRANE RIDGE - In addition to the hot springs, the earthquake can also be credited for a major cave-in in our Crane’s Ridge mines. A large tunnel was completely buried in rubble by the inexplicable natural occurrence. For the past several months, our mining team has been chipping away at the cave-in to try and regain access to the blocked tunnels in the lower area of the mountain.

In one of these tunnels, however, the team discovered a shocking surprise as the rubble was removed! Apparently, just beyond the mine walls, there has been an entrance to Hepogaia--- a subterranean nation running below our own fair country and many others. It seems that this particular portion of Hepogaian territory is also trapped within the barrier. Brief attempts at scouting by the Safety Board have noted a plethora of subterranean wildlife, both familiar and unfamiliar. This incredible new environment, hiding just out of sight beneath our island, is so full of wonder and splendor that it has earned a fitting name--- “Paradesium.”

A recent ecology study and expedition run by Pumpkin Hollow’s own Dr. Elias Coldwood has redirected their efforts to this new location, but those interested in exploring and scouting out this fantastical new discovery independently are encouraged to pack thoughtfully and travel in groups of two or more! Any information obtained during excursions into Paradesium would be appreciated by the Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety.

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Further Details...
Charity Drive

The Doll Picnic Charity Drive will run throughout the next two months during our TDM, and there will be an event later on involving posing the dolls for a picnic. Once a photo is taken, the children will be allowed to come picnic with their new toys and take them home after!

There is absolutely no way this could possibly go wrong. Absolutely no dollmakers will be jumpscared or attacked by possessed dolls. None at all. (Okay, maybe some of them. But it’s fine. It’s for a good cause.)

[Mod Note: you can just make a doll without it coming to life and trying to kick your ass, that part is optional. Also the dolls will be blessed at the picnic and rendered unable to attack children.]

Planting Season

Any brand-new characters will get 100B extra on their stipend if they submit an AC-length thread with one of the existing farmers on their first Activity Check! This will be available regardless of whether the character qualifies for normal bonuses, but can only be redeemed by those who app in.

For reference for new players, threads are considered AC-length if they are ten tags in length (meaning 5 of your own tags and 5 from your partner.)

Hot Springs

Porter’s Spring is a perfectly normal and safe hot spring! However, you can encounter any number of perils on your way there if you decide to travel on foot, allowing new players to revisit some of our earlier events.

Check out our bestiary (pending update to new format) for more information on creatures such as Brutoks, the River Walker, and the Pine Devil, or stumble on Lake Sal-Co-Penn for a nasty surprise! Brutoks may also steal personal items from spring-goers on occasion. Don’t chase after them alone unless you want to be turned into a tree!

The Tristitia

In addition to the creatures in the wild, in town after dark characters may also encounter the Tristitia, Pumpkin Hollow’s newest cryptid.

She is a wraith-like spirit which haunts the island. Wearing tattered black clothes and colored all in shades of gray, she appears as a woman who walks around weeping with a caved-in chest, covering her face with her hands. Harmless if given a wide berth, but if she is set off, she will take out her desire for empathy for her grief on her target. She does this by embracing them and drawing out their own grief and trauma, leaving the target catatonic before she fades away, temporarily assuaged.

Into Paradesium

Crystals, golden with light and raw magical energy, cast what looks like sunlight down into the cascading cave. For every foot lower that the ground curls down from the entrance, the trees stretch ever-higher, carrying the raucous cries of animals unlike the surface of Marrow Isle had ever heard.

A jungle, so lush with life, sprawls ahead of any brave enough to venture into it. But what is there to see?

For Paradesium specifically, the bestiary has received a significant update. Creatures featured in prompts have their links to the accounts by Dr. Coldwood and his team marked with stars for easy location.

Below are multiple prompts for some encounters to be had in the jungle, but feel free to create any of your own encounters with any of the creatures listed! If the descriptions are short, feel free to write the creatures' behaviors however makes sense.

Welcome to the Jungle

Swallowed by dense canopies and noise, the jungle is quick to swallow any who travel within it whole.

Eyes are quick to find you, however. Perching in the treetops are a variety of small wyverns in vibrant colors, heads tilting as they try to comprehend what you could be. They squawk, chatter, and some of the bolder ones draw closer - if you sit anything aside and leave it unattended for too long, some even bolder than that will pilfer it, taking the object into the trees to admire with its companions.

Reptilian hunters with bright, keen eyes, the Plommon, consider you with much of the same interest. This interest increases tenfold if you happen to feed them.

If the prying eyes are no bother, then the forest's bounty is ripe for tending and taking. Bananas hang off trees, colorful citrus fruits catch light on their waxy peels, and bulky cocoa beans are jostled by movement in the branches above them. Even the broad leaves of the plants prove extraordinarily useful, whether you're looking to come in and quickly leave, or intend to push further within.

Wherever you go, those curious eyes follow you. Perhaps even out of the cave, should your attempts to shoo an adventurous creature away. What an odd way to gain a new team member.

Down a Few Notches on the Food Chain (CWs: Potential for death, gore, or animal death)

Unfortunately, not all can be pure bounty and new friends in a place like this.

With the cavern sprawling widely and massively, there are many significantly larger creatures in this space, and some seem to be keen to take up opportunity for new prey. As you explore, there's a new feeling of eyes upon you, and the silence that overtakes the surrounding trees spells nothing good to come.

Any one of the massive predators in the wood has you in it's sights.

Escape is difficult, but manageable, as is fighting back. Creatures can be challenged, and hides, bones, and other spoils can be claimed from them, should there be success! If not, this is a good opportunity for familiarization with the Death page.

The silkhide chimera specializes in persistence. The longer and further you go, the more exhausted you'll get. A break is an opportunity that it will be keen to take.

The greenstalker excels at ambushing and high-speed pursuit. At top speeds of 30MPH, your party will need strategy and skill on their side to keep this beast at bay. (Or, alternatively, a source of fire.)

The elephant raptor does neither of these - the beast's sheer length of reach does all it needs to. Water and mud soften the sounds of the gargantuan creature's approach. Stay alert, and be sure that you hear it before it's upon you.

Safe travels become more difficult to manage, the further in you go. Deep, rumbling snores tell you that there's a chance you're just getting to the greater threats this paradise has to offer...

Fragments of the Past

Through great distances traveled, this "uninhabited" cavern begins to show signs that may speak to that not having always been the case.

Ruins of homes, crumbled bricks and tiles, can be found at the deepest reaches of the cavern. These dilapidated buildings, though worn with time, tell a story: the people who left his place, one that could be identified as a stenholm to any familiar with dwarvish culture, did not leave it on good terms.

Essentials were clearly taken with them, as the ruins of this place lack tools or clothing. Valuables are still scattered throughout, however. Large objects with too much history to have been left behind by indifference dot the collapsing homes. Ritual circles still waft radiant energy from them.

In the remains of a temple, an altar stands, cracking with age and covered in plants as the cavern reclaims it. Old candle-stands have rusted with age, but still stand, undisturbed.

Just before the altar, folded onto its side (as best as one can be, when only pieces remain), lies a skeleton. The clothes are tattered remains of stained whites and dulled blues, and the wildlife have cleaned flesh from bones, but it's remained undisturbed by time.

There's a quiet sadness to this place that lingers, even with the people who inhabited it so long since lost.

Should you linger too long, however, there comes the distinct feeling of not being alone.

Clair de Lune(CWs: Long-term isolation, extinction)

Golden eyes of a human face follow your every moment, and the moment you lock your gaze onto them, the face emerges from the darkness, partially covered by spilling dark hair.

What follows this face, however, is not a human face - but, rather, a feline body with sprawling, grey-flecked wings.

There's a long, tense silence, as it emerges fully. Standing easily at eight feet tall while on all fours, the size of this creature becomes more and more apparent as it emerges from the dark of the collapsed wind.

Unlike the other animals of the cavern, though, there seems to be an anxiousness to its look. The lion's chest rises and falls with short, nervous breaths.

And then, in a hushed, woman's voice, hoarse from disuse, it speaks.

"Who are you? Why have you come here?"

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The Sphinx is a new NPC available for characters to interact with, should they delve deep enough into the caverns to find the stenholm. She's wary of all the new faces, and tends to be somewhat flighty, but seems cautiously interested in what new humans being in Hepogaia have to offer. For the sort looking to understand this place, it's people, or intend to trade, she can be communed with.

To interact with her, comment on the TL provided from beastsofthehollow with her icon, and if the initial introduction isn't your speed, feel free to encounter her however you like!

thedayisyoung: (weary smile)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-05 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh--- afternoon." Anders tips his head to the strange... sentient suit of armor speaking to him. "I'm Anders. Yes, I just got here."

For a moment, he quietly returns to sewing, before a question bubbles up. "May I ask what the doctor situation here is like? I used to run a free clinic and I'd be willing to offer my services if they're needed."
nothingbadeverhappensto: (huh)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-05 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cut off a piece and it grows back, like a potato hydra," says Leon, idly answering the rhetorical either because he didn't notice or because he just really wanted to say 'potato hydra'. "Unless you mean like, how how. That's god stuff. Way above my pay grade."

And again, the notion of miracles just being things that happen and not stories you tell the kids or metaphors for something or other is really fucking with him. It feels like it should be comforting to have confirmation that there is a higher power or higher powers actually looking out for them, even if it's just in this weird place, but something about that gives Leon a gnawing feeling of unease that he can't quite define. But it is what it is, and he's gonna have to learn to deal with it somehow.

"Yeah. Can't help you there, I haven't asked about prayers yet, but thankfully I get the impression that none of them are all wrath and hellfire about stuff."

Contributes a lot to the general atmosphere of acceptance in town that the local pantheon isn't too fussed about rules and structure in day to day life unless you want to be fussed about it, by Leon's figuring.
thedayisyoung: (ive never met this man in my life)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-05 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
A genuine laugh escapes him, though not without a hint of sadness at the idea that a mage might give up on their gift. "No, just magic in general. That'd be a headache, I think."

The way Jeff talks about magic is both comical and romantic. It's endearing.
not_a_traitor: (hm?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-04-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
In the understatement of the millennia, Gaeta says, "It's... been rough, yeah."

She's right, though: they did survive. If only by the skin of their teeth, by the tips of their fingernails, by whatever other metaphor one can choose when a civilization finds itself living with nothing but what was in the air at the time of immense destruction. Still, survival is a binary trait. The particulars shouldn't matter as long as you're alive.

(Enduring those particulars is another matter entirely. Exhibit A: Gaeta himself.)

"Extra food stores aren't a bad idea," he murmurs. "I was never in charge of my own rationing -- " or his own cooking, for that matter, won't that be fun -- "so I'll have to figure that out once I've moved out of the inn." Vaguely, he gestures in the direction of the Oak & Iron. "Been taking them up on their hospitality until I figure out what I want to do around here. Have you decided?"
abhorrently: (save.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-05 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She is, and seems at ease until the train starts to move, carrying them away from the station and closer to the mountains. Lounging on her seat, practically, eyes drinking in the scenery before she looks back to her companion.

"I'm Fever, by the way. Well met."
Edited 2024-04-05 23:41 (UTC)
not_a_traitor: (tanks and tags; half-smile)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-04-05 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The gentle jibe is just enough to nudge Gaeta's thoughts out of the rut they'd started to dig. Taken aback, he huffs -- genuinely amused -- and says, wry, "All right, fair. New worlds, new satellites, new discoveries."

He looks back up at the stars.

"It's not the same, even if it looks it."
closureisformovies: (thinking)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-06 12:05 am (UTC)(link)

For whatever credit it's worth, Alice's reaction to the physical confirmation is only as dramatic as a comical raise of the eyebrows. Damn, he wasn't lying. That pulse can Not.

She lets him have his arm back so she can take the business card, which gets a huff of a laugh. "Wow you really must get this a lot. Guess most people aren't used to a dead guy walking around."

closureisformovies: (snark)

All that white hair

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-06 12:13 am (UTC)(link)

Alice, already relaxing in the water, gestures loosely in invitation.

"Knock yourself out." Beat. "Actually that's a real risk, seen more than couple people almost eat complete shit slipping on the rocks 'cuz they're all wet."

lightconductor: (concerned)

[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-04-06 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Watson is silent for a moment. It's hard to know what to say to any of this, and frankly this is a slightly unexpected impromptu medical consultation, but hey, he can go with that.

"We seem to be alone at the moment, if you wish to tell me what sort of symptoms you have."
thedayisyoung: (Default)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-06 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm," Anders hums in agreement, thinking quietly of the ruined thaigs in the Deep Roads and the scars of war in the Dales and the husk of Lothering. There is a strange pain there, too. An odd sense of loss and nostalgia for places he's never known. It penetrates his quiet, contemplative numbness as if through a sieve.

"I wonder if they can come back, once we fix all this."
thedayisyoung: (oh you)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-06 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Anders," he replies, offering a handshake. "Same to you. Fever's a unique name. May I ask if there's a story to it?"
cacophonish: MOPI (scene119581)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-04-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Jeff certainly shares in that sadness, the Gift being a point of defiant pride for as long as he can remember. His family always loved and embraced it, and encouraged him to do the same, no matter what any small minded pricks had to say about it. He can't imagine ever turning his back on magic, no matter what.

"Yeah, man. I'd go nuts if it was that limiting. It's like, then it wouldn't be magic, you know?" He grins as he says it, like the notion of magic being anything less than an ocean of limitless potential is the craziest joke he can think of. Even if they just met, it's nice talking to Anders about this stuff. Makes him feel almost like he's home, with friends and family again. Maybe that's why he sought the dude out from the posting.

Well, not maybe. Definitely. He needs his magical community.
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-04-06 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
He inhales deeply and somehow manages to make that sound like disappointment. "I don't know why I'm surprised to learn that even at the end of all things there still manages to be a class system. I'm sorry. Believe it or not, I do understand the rage you feel. I wasn't always so"--he looks down at the fancy suit he's wearing--"well appointed."
abhorrently: (counter.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-06 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
The sigh that leaves her lips is shaky, but that doesn't stop her from looking wholly pleased with herself regardless. Her hand fits over his on her hip, a gentle thumbstroke over the back - somewhere between going there, there and a teasing apology. She's in no real mood to torment either of them further.

Raising herself just enough, she sinks down on him slowly, head dropping forward and letting herself adjust to the feeling. For a moment, Fever just breathes, and once she's fully comfortable, that's when she'll start to move. Leisurely, despite the demanding want in her body - there's no need to rush. Not here, not now, not when she's figuring out what he likes as well.
abhorrently: (future.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
She accepts his hand, hers cloaked in brown suede from the gloves she's wearing often now.

"There likely is, but not one that I know." How to phrase this to cause the least amount of concern... "I make no real secret of the fact that I have amnesia, up to a point. Some things about my past I can infer, but others are still a mystery. All I know is that my name is my name."

And then, to prevent too much dwelling:

"May I ask the same question to you?"
thedayisyoung: (somber)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-06 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's been nice for Anders, too. Relaxing, even, to speak of magic out in the open with no fear of being whisked away by templars. This must be what it's like to be a free man.

And then comes the realization--- he's free. In that moment, it sinks in. No Chantry, no templars, no phylactery, no war. It's all over. After a lifetime of running, of fighting, he's finally, finally free. Not just to live safely in the open, but to practice his magic and be accepted.

Abruptly, he chokes up, his face scrunching as his eyes grow misty. "Yeah--- Yeah exactly. Maker, I'm sorry--- These allergies." He rubs his eye like it's itchy. Nice save.
thedayisyoung: (pensive)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"There is, but it isn't particularly interesting. I'm from a place called the Anderfels. When I was a child, I got the nickname because of that. It's been so long since it stuck that I just don't really use the old name anymore." He shrugs, hoping she doesn't ask his real name. The last person to call him Ben was his mother, and he's not keen to change that just now.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-04-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we both know that I'm not something you can hunt," she says mildly. "And I'm not upset you care about Erin, but I would hope that my pain meant something to you too."

Because they are friends. But perhaps she's thinking too much like a human and not enough like a predator.
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[personal profile] huntingtruths 2024-04-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool, I'll definitely have to check it out. I can't even remember the last time I read a news paper...." He's gonna have to tell Alice about this later, though she's probably already figured it out. More things for them to talk about.
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[personal profile] huntingtruths 2024-04-06 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Good point. Think they have any weird basement government jobs for keeping record of creepy shit?" Totally not, but it's still there. Draining his pint Sam slumps.

"Don't remind me." There's a groan as he shakes his head. "Looks like you'll have to do what people used to do before social media was a thing if you want any gossip."
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[personal profile] dynamiteabs 2024-04-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
          ...A single brow raised. But that was the point—to kill everything and bag it all up. Enough food for weeks. Instead of voicing his confusion, Jamison simply nodded. When she mentioned geese, it was his turn to give her a look.  Geese are born evil lil' hellbeasts! They're fast, feathery heathens just tall enough ta' bite ya' on the bullocks.  He shook his head, willing away the horrible memories.  Let's go for somefin' big and challengin' that's aggressive and a danger ta' the townsfolk? 
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-04-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)

"Well. Yeah. It does. Like I said. I get it. If you were hurt. You were hurt. You're not one of the people who I don't really care if they get hurt like that."

Because it is still hard for her, outside of the people she's come to consider friends. Consider pack. Other people are tricky. She may not wish hurt on any given acquaintance, might even defend them in an emergency, but really caring about it? That doesn't come naturally.

But Valdis is one of those people. Valdis is pack. The instincts just get all tangled, when both people being hurt are people that matter.

"Partners just—" She huffs air out of her nose. "Most of the Hunters I know of put their partner of any kind above. Everything. Except maybe their own life. It's how we're wired. S'what made me and Basira so— stuck together. Even when things weren't right. Having to really try not to let it get like that again."

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[personal profile] huntingtruths 2024-04-06 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
There are a couple false starts as Sam tries to process what exactly Gerry is telling him. It foes sort of make sense in the way that it totally doesn't but also...the shit he's heard at work makes him question a lot about the world.

"Wait...alternate timeline? So...Celia might have actually been on to something?" Well shit. Guess it wasn't "too scifi" for their line of work after all.

"I mean....I guess it explains why you aren't as....chipper....as you were when we met. When I met the...other you? This is weird."
redlightgreenlight: (Unsure)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-04-06 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis shakes her head, not in disagreement, just...to try to express how she feels.

"I get it. If someone hurt Max out of turn I know I wouldn't react well."

Ylva is pack though, and so is Daisy. And Fever. They are bound by things that other can't understand. Anyone else though...she can name a few she wouldn't hold back against if they hurt someone she cared about.

"Fighting your instincts, especially when you haven't had to before...it's hard. And love...well, it's an ancient instinct that makes people react in foolish ways by default."
dynamiteabs: (Shocked)

[personal profile] dynamiteabs 2024-04-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
          Jamison's eyes got wider as Siebren's advice went on.  Alroight, ya' can't just say that and not tell me what we're dealin' with here. Is it supernatural or just a regular beast?