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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!

lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (guarded)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-04-29 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you. Apology accepted."

Erik sighs.

"Up until now, I thought we were getting along quite well. Is it too late to try again?"

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[personal profile] immortaldemonsoul 2024-04-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes!" Ellarinne lights up at the mention of Amaterasu. "The white wolf goddess, like a miniature Goldrinn. She's adorable! And so friendly! The animal gods of my world are much more aloof."
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[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2024-04-29 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes. You come to know someone very well when you work together in the same backwater military camp for some two years, and then abide on a haunted evil cruise ship for another."
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cw: discussion of dissociation, mental breaks, unreality

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2024-04-29 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, likely the same way everyone around here got a body- through an amicable deal and a friendly bit of conversation."

He moves to take a sip of tea, then remembers he's not in a situation where there's a cup of tea in front of him.

"As far as I'm aware, souls don't break particularly easily, but there's a first time for everything. Why, who's to say my animating force is a soul at all? It could just be a whole lot of animosoup poured into a rather handsome fleshbag!"

For some reason, he seems to find this notion very funny, and he lets out a hearty laugh, but suddenly he stops, expression serious and somber.

"Control... it's a double-edged blade. It can be easier sometimes to let go, and let it all be torn away, and then nothing is your fault. Only, you have to worry about waking up, and looking down at what your hands have done without your permission. But if you try to control everything, it really is like spreading yourself too thin, and as soon as something cuts that cord..."

He doesn't finish that sentence, staring off into space with those ever-changing eyes.
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[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-04-29 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright, then. I'll need to give you some context. In my world, people have launched space stations into orbit around the planet. Like...giant floating castles, where scientists can do research that isn't possible on the surface. I was a scientist studying the effects of gravity and black holes, on one of the space stations."

A pause, he checks that he's made the idea clear enough.
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[personal profile] astrogator 2024-04-29 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes light up in amusement as he explains his fleeting childhood ambition. 'You know,' she tells him, 'on the central worlds out my way I bet they'd love restaurants shaped like food. Or on the commerce hubs where you've got visitors speaking so many different languages? It makes the main dish you're offering really clear. Of course, doing it properly and making it look good would be expensive, which is probably why they don't, but my point is the idea isn't terrible. You were a creative kid! I just wanted to be a Director like my dad, only I couldn't decide of what. Director without portfolio - but with plenty of shares,' she jokes.

'Then we both ended up spacers instead. Strange, how things work out.' A pause, as she considers what could have been, if not for Saratha Cordain and the fears she'd incited. If not for the Carringtons. If not for little Arilanna Kittredge's fears for her future.

No regrets. Not about that, at least. Joining the Tradelines was a good decision, badly executed. She tells Gaeta, with enthusiasm, 'I'll look out for any vacancies of an architectural nature. There's sure to be something.' She wants to help; she wants him to feel the pride in having a job to do, doing it well, and making a tidy profit.
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[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-04-29 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Mairi snorts. "I'm freshwater! And there's no ocean-specific Circle. The Circle of the Land has a coastal branch, but for the most part water is included as just a part of nature. The Circle of the Land has a lot of branches and is very versatile, while the Circle of the Moon focuses on animals and shapeshifting. I'm in the Circle of Stars, which is... kind of hard to explain, actually. I rely on celestial bodies and their movements for a lot of my powers."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-04-29 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, when it comes to healing herbs and medication, she's never had to pay much attention.

"If you show me what they look like, I can find more of them."

By scent if necessary. She listens to him muttering to himself, but makes no comments on whatever she hears.

"I have no issues taking the train, it will save us time as well as keep us safer."
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-04-30 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"No idea, all it said was 'it is finished' and died there."

Sorry Mulcahy.
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-04-30 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, they gotta," says Nimona, popping up from the play-fight just long enough to beam at Edgar. "Even if it's just that weird guy in the alleyw -- "

She breaks off in a yelp as, in her distraction, she loses the advantage.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-04-30 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a wolf thing, loyalty."

Their small pack with Erin and Fever added.
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-04-30 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Such has been my experience as well," Tarantulas sighs, and gently steers Theodor to a halt, so he won't trip over anything. "And yet a degree of control is necessary, not just to avoid doing those things one should not, but so one can appreciate the world and learn from it."

He clasps Theodor's hands. "There is so much beauty in existence, don't you agree? In the rotations of the heavens or the gyrations of bacteria, in a newborn's life or a lover's touch. To give up all control is to cut oneself off from remembering these things, or appreciating them fully. Isn't it worth some pain, to understand the universe better?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2024-04-30 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"There has to be someone here that can make one. Lots of people know magic. Hah!" He makes a triumphant noise at finally managing to pin Nimona under him. He's getting better at this!

"Oh, be careful with that weird guy in the alley, though. I went in to look at his stuff and he had that stupid box of hot dogs on sale. I tried to tell him it was dangerous and he just told me if I was so worried about it I should buy it from him. It was my box to begin with!"
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Damn Canon Characters And Their One-Liners

[personal profile] moonlesstides 2024-04-30 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
~I am a mighty hunter.~
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-04-30 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)

"Mm. Yeah. Think mine used to be. Twisted up." The Hunt's always been a corruption of any of the otherwise neutral things it embodies. It's like she said earlier, her dedication towards some people can become... problematic. "Better now. Feels more like mine."

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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-05-01 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
There's a loud moan from between her thighs, and Hawk doesn't need to be told twice. Have a task and do it, that's easy, and even more than he already was, it feels like his brain can switch off. His cock flexes, his face feels warm between the softness of her thighs, every breath he takes just smells like her. A man could get lost like this. Fever's already warmed up so there's no need to ease her in, he just laps at her, at the salt and heat and slickness that lets him know he's doing a good job. His whole time here has felt like rehabilitation, like walking on a leg after it's been broken. Doing things well that aren't life or death, like eating pussy or playing poker or making people laugh. What a relief.

He reaches up to pat at her backside, free hand sliding back up to her hip, caressing where he can reach. What's not to love about women, the way they feel, the way the texture of her skin changes from her thigh to her stomach, little blonde hairs and creases. Fever is perfect in the way everyone he sleeps with is, her unique features lovely and rare. He ought to tell her that, when his mouth is less busy.
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-05-01 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
And that ... honestly, he wasn't expecting that. It's oddly heartening that the man seems to want to try again.

"Dunno." He offers a smile. "Worth the try, you think?"

Outside, the moving landscape begins to slow, and Edgar unconsciously braces against the deceleration underfoot.
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-05-01 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You were on the ship together?"

... but not the village, huh.

"Is he... does he remember you from the ship? The one that's here?"

Watson isn't her Watson, César isn't the César she knew, so...
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[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2024-05-01 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

He thinks about mentioning that they aren't even in step when it comes to their own world, that Mulcahy's further along in the war than Hawkeye is. He doesn't.

"But it's relieving to see him all the same. It's a blessing to have this chance. I missed him terribly."
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-05-01 11:20 am (UTC)(link)

Live Darcy Reaction




"Must be nice having him back. God is good," it still feels natural, even after so long of not having anyone to say it to.
lovethyneighb_or: (o salutarius hostia)

[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2024-05-01 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
"God is good," he echoes.

He sighs, at rest among the graves in the cemetery. They're free. God is good.
lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (Default)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-05-02 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I do," Erik answers.

He can sense the train slowing and adjusts his stance accordingly. From the outside, it barely looks like more than a subtle shift of his weight on one foot. "Let's get to know each other better while we soak in the warm water. What do you say?"
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-05-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"What, the same fuckin box of --"

The train's starting to slow. Edgar's laughing almost too hard to notice.
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-05-02 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"The gods of my world usually are, too," Ylva says, "though if there are any animal gods, I don't know about them."

Oh, if there's a wolf god back home and she's had no idea this entire time, she'll be so mad. Not that she'd be likely to bother to worship it, but it would've been nice to know. "She helped me pick out a place for a den, actually. Out of town. I just come into town to see people or deliver things, usually."
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[personal profile] huntingtruths 2024-05-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Context? I mean...I can think of a couple cases off the top of my head." For all Alice was always telling him not to think about them, not to dwell on them, how could he not? He can't just push that stuff away like she does.

"Well, I mean there was one, it was an emergency call...some guy was...hugging someone....with needles? It was weird. He was so calm for the most part and he'd get really upset when the operator said something about not being afraid of needles. It was like...like he needed to be feared. Then there was the tattoo artist who gave a lady an insane tattoo...and then she started to...reshape herself. Literally...like used a palette knife to..." He motioned towards one of his own eyes, as if using the tool to dig into the eye socket or something.

"It was intense to listen to."