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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!

spaghettification: (warm)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-04-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Dr. Siebren de Kuiper. A pleasure to meet you, friend. Your name?"

Because that's how introductions work, right?
prince_of_beasts: (aaa)

[personal profile] prince_of_beasts 2024-04-11 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"A whole kingdom," Dimitri breathes. "In days? Goddess. I can only imagine ... I -- I won't claim it was the same, but -- I know something of what it's like to survive Tragedy on such a scale. You have my deepest sympathies."

He gives Ruby a second look, softer. "You don't have to be fine, you know. There are horrors no one mind was meant to comprehend. Forgive me if I overstep, but ... there is no good to be found in forcing yourself to smile while your soul bleeds."
mochi4head: (thoughtful)

all g o7

[personal profile] mochi4head 2024-04-11 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ah! Thank you. [Oh, he didn't expect an escort. He thought he would just get directions! He's not against it though! She may look like a very humanoid Pokemon but she seems plenty friendly. Kieran quickly follows, meeting her strides so he could walk next to her.]

I'm Kieran. Nice to meet you...

Uh, are you a local? Or are you off the boat like me?
mochi4head: (distress)

[personal profile] mochi4head 2024-04-11 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Kieran scrambles to his feet and looks up. Gosh, even standing, this guy is very, very tall. But after taking in the guy's stance and realising he's not doing anything, Kieran realises how ridiculous he's being.

"Oh. Uh... Sorry. I just... Uh... Wasn't paying attention. My bad..."
immortaldemonsoul: (Default)

[personal profile] immortaldemonsoul 2024-04-11 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ellarinne nods, accepting this; a town this size always needs more nails. "A fine task," she agrees, and offers an open hand. "I'm Ellarinne of Azeroth. Well met -- it's always pleasing to meet another elf."
misbegottendreamer: (pic#17055500)

[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-04-11 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Drelasa does not take her hand, not even giving any acknowledgement of the gesture, but her tone is friendly when she replies, “Pleased to meet you, sera. I am Drelasa Veloth, of Vvardenfell.”
closureisformovies: (attitude)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-11 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)

"Yeah, well, where I come from people are all the same kind of normal stripes with the occasional splash of polka-dots, so I'm still getting used to all the weird and wild stripes going on in these parts. Usually the weirdest thing I see on a day-to-day basis are the stragglers from stag and hen-does in all their drunken glory."

The wall of humour she tries to place between herself and anything serious doesn't come down easily, what can she say. Ugh, she is far too sleep deprived for all this.

"Honestly even if I could do anything like that I wouldn't go around warning people. Seems like a good way to get people to y'know, stop you from draining their life force."

abhorrently: (react.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-11 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"No way."

Her eyes go big, and without asking, she raises her hand to his hair, stroking it herself to confirm his words. And he's correct, that it is, and so she wants to keep touching it. Almost absently, like running her fingers over fine cloth. Things feel somewhat buoyant, easy right now. Like it's all running together.

"...What do you mean, extensions of nature?"
closureisformovies: (thinking)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-11 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)

"Honestly, mate, existence is kinda just like that." It might sound like any other grim existential joke she might make, and the words could even be taken as dismissive, but her tone doesn't rely match either. "None of us asked to pilot these weird, complicated bags of meat and calcium around. We just got spat out into the world one day and bam, now you're a person, no manual or anything. Can't tell you the amount of times I've wondered stuff like— why did I get this body? What's the meaning of life? Why are we alive at all if we're all just part of the machine? Why doesn't my hair refuse to grow the way I want it to?"

The effort to make it all sound like it's mostly jokes is back, but...

"Anyway I say all that but for real, you got stuck with hard mode. At least we get a few years to face down life with googoo gagas before dealing with the mortifying ordeal of sentience and the horrors of life."

graveling: (tell me more)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-04-11 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel tilts his head slightly to one side, hearing all that. There's no one 'aha' lightbulb moment, but a slow dawning on his face.

"Okay, but calling it 'meat and calcium' is leaving out a whole lot. 35 liters of water, 20 kilograms of carbon, et cetera. That whole Fullmetal Alchemist grocery list."
actuallyawolf: (not so sure)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-11 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ylva looks at the bite mark, and back up at his face, and it's a pity she's not actually particularly inclined towards sarcasm, because that would have been a good response.

"It's a goose," she points out. "If you got beat up by geese, you probably deserved it. Look, unless you're telling me that the way you died before you came here is by geese...!"
actuallyawolf: (wolf)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a plan, then."

Ylva rolls her neck a little, then drops down into her wolf shape. She stretches, paws out in front of her and back arched, then wanders over to brush against Daisy briefly in a friendly way. She can already smell things that much more intensely, and she thinks she knows where to start.
actuallyawolf: (over the shoulder)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-11 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"If this is the first time you've done this, you're doing really well," Ylva says. "Here, careful with the bit there. The skin's really thin there."

This is given as a friendly caution. If he makes a mistake, it won't be a big deal.

"The first city I ever saw was just... overwhelming," she admits. "I found out later that it was a really small one, but it was still more than a hundred people in one place. I didn't know there were so many people in the entire world. And I was... idk, mostly grown when I saw that."
300kgbackpack: (Idle)

[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-04-11 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dunno how you social butterfly types do it, to be honest. Never really cared to be in the middle of everyone n' everything." Introvert vs extroverted friend group over here.

As much as he personally doesn't understand it, he's not going to begrudge Chris wanting to be out and social in the middle of the rest of their responsibilities. He knows that his situation is strange even among the population of his own world. The odd man out on all fronts. Chris has, at the very least, proven to be a very good and patient friend to him, even when he's not being all that good at reciprocating that care.

Sam cracks a smile when Lou moves her hand from her mouth to his face. Her sticky little hands are something that he's got a pretty good tolerance for, he's found.

"While I'm thinkin' on it, one'a these days might like you to see the progress on the house. Finally got the inside squared away, just gotta get a couch, n' maybe a better table. Booster for when she's graduated to more solids."
actuallyawolf: (gentle)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ylva straightens a little.

"Come on, let's keep going," she says. "Maybe I can show you mushrooms. Mushrooms are real good eating, but some of them will kill you. Oh, maybe we can find some morels. They're easy to tell."
actuallyawolf: (cautious)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-11 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's quiet, a lot of the time," Ylva says. "They're... patient. I've done more hunting for people than fighting anything really dangerous. That's... okay. It's kind of nice to do that again."

"Kind of nice" is definitely an understatement. It feels like breathing again.

"Can I ask," she continues, looking awkward, "if it's not rude, it's just that you look like an elf, but also the... the horns. Is that normal where you're from?"
twelveghosts: (pic#15997490)

cw: PTSD, seizures

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-04-11 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That manic energy makes him just a little bit nervous, but at the very least, the guy is going along with what he has in mind. Whether or not it's smart, it doesn't particularly matter, as long as he can take out his frustration on this stupid lake that he knows isn't a lake.

"Kinda wish you had some quicksilver flares," he mutters, watching the water rather than keeping an eye on Jamison's hand and getting that bare second of contact. He doubles over with a sharp gasp at the sudden flash flood in his head, horrifically loud through the explosions and screaming, glimpses of the Omnic Crisis through a child's eyes mingled in between crime sprees. Dennis stumbles away, staring back at the man with watering eyes, before taking the lighter and flicking it with a shaky hand. When it catches, he counts down, then reels back and hucks the stick in a high arc that plops it right down in the water near where the bulk of the bodies float that he can see.

"HIT THE DECK-"

He doesn't know what happens after that. Outwardly, from Jamison's point of view, the explosion goes off without a hitch. He might hear the sound of screaming from the water, as if from a long way off, but more distracting is probably Dennis, shaking violently as the thing that was masquerading as the lake itself reaches into his head and puts every horrible memory he's ever had on blast. It might look like a seizure, complete with Dennis' eyes rolling back into his head and spittle foaming at the corners of his mouth.
nothingbadeverhappensto: (smile)

wrap

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-11 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he says, mostly out of awareness that she probably can't see his smile. It comes across in his voice, at least, soft and grateful. With all that said, he returns to his own drink, letting the noise and chatter of the bar overtake the conversation.
closureisformovies: (amusement)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-12 12:09 am (UTC)(link)

Alice laughs vibrantly, despite the sleep deprivation leaving her with all the energy of a bouncing battery. "Easy, tiger, even if your brain was firmly anchored, I like my alcohol fresh and not absorbed through the sheer power of hangover breath. Maybe we can revisit that beautifully vivid imagery when we don't both look and feel like corpses risen from their shallow graves by the allure of things we can only have in life. Like hot breakfast and bean juice."

closureisformovies: (neutral)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-12 12:36 am (UTC)(link)

Alice doesn't bat an eye, only down to her innermost layers herself. She's confident enough but not 'public nudity' confident, especially not in a new place.

She doesn't particularly look at him as he settles, either, but she does comment, "Sounds like you really needed this."

hadnoright: (w1)

[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-04-12 12:42 am (UTC)(link)

There's always been a sort of dream logic, to Daisy's transformations. One moment, she's humanoid; the next, she's a wolf. Like you blinked and missed it. And so one moment, Ylva is brushing against Daisy, the woman, and the next there is another wolf, as if that was how she'd been all along.

She huffs air out her snout. Alright, then.

notinflictthem: (Bethune)

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-04-12 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Speak for yourself, I always look this gorgeous," he jokes, "and be allured no longer, watch this-" Hawk clears his throat.

"Oh garçon?" he lifts his head above the table to flag down the nearest waiter, "a cup of your finest bean juice for the lady beside me and tell her it's from me," he says, and then clarifies what he means by bean juice when the waiter understandably has no idea what he's saying.

A beat passes. He looks at Alice.

"I forgot to get one for myself."

His face makes contact with the table again.
littlefairytale: (atlas; tired of this)

[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-04-12 12:54 am (UTC)(link)

"You couldn't overstep, Dimitri." Not easily, and certainly not with this, at least. It's never really felt intrusive, when people try to help. No matter how difficult it's always been to let help be help. "I'm— not fine. I'm... managing? But I can't... I can't just say I'm fine, anymore."

Even she can't bring herself to lie so blatantly, even as she keeps the worst of it to herself. A lie by omission doesn't feel as wrong as a lie told in words.

"It was— it was my plan, that failed, at the end." The burden of leadership. That's always been something that's hovered there with Dimitri. When people are depending on you, and you make the wrong choice, then... "It— it always feels worse when its your plan, you know?"

nothingbadeverhappensto: (distance)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-12 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," he says, brows furrowing as he angles the knife more shallowly, hoping to make a cleaner cut. "Thanks. Closest thing I've done to this is my dad trying to teach me to clean a fish, but I wasn't as skilled with a knife back then."

And he hadn't had quite as much interest in that kind of outdoorsmanship as his dad was hoping. He'd tried his best, to be sure, but it wasn't exactly a passion of his. Now, though, the idea of being able to hunt and prepare his own food seems a little more important, in the increasingly likely case that things to to shit even temporarily.

"And yeah, cities can be a lot to handle, even when you grew up in one. You kind of either love all the noise and people and activity or it drives you nuts. Sometimes both."

Often both, if he's feeling in particular ways on a given day.

"But being out in the wilderness for the first time was a big deal for me, too. The lights are so bright where I grew up, you can't see stars at night, and the buildings are so tall you can't really see the whole horizon from most places. When my birth parents took me to the coast and I looked out at the ocean in the dark - I thought I could see the whole universe."

It left an impression, even though he barely remembers anything else from when he was that young.
gruesomegourmand: ([Surprise] DELIGHTED GASP)

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-04-12 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
There's a shocked, quiet moment of surprise and delight.

"You can tell your chickens that you're going somewhere? And they understand?"