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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!

onyssius: ([Emote] Relaxing)

Ashes To Ashes

[personal profile] onyssius 2024-03-11 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Jarod likes guitars--he's come to really enjoy the music on radio stations, and became a DJ for about a week shortly after his escape from the Centre just to get closer to the music. He's heard plenty of pianos and violins and classical music--the Magic Flute is still his favorite...

...but guitars are wild. They don't just play music, they scream and they groan and they sing the way woodwinds and pianos don't. They have voices of their own, especially the electric ones, and Jarod finds them absolutely captivating.

When the musician playing asks for a request, Jarod just smiles and shakes his head. He shuffles a few steps closer to the musician's perch in the town square and takes a nearby seat, setting down his basket of doll-making supplies.

"I don't actually know enough music with guitars to have any requests." he admits--and while his voice is deep, while he is very visibly a grown man, in the moment he's very much not a mature one. He's not childlike, he's too aware, but...innocent in a way very few adults are. There's a newness to the simple way he speaks and the light in his eyes that makes him seem far younger than he appears.

"I just wanted to listen." he continues. "That song was really pretty--you're very talented."
hate_gettin_older: (i dunno mate)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-11 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgar laughs. "I dunno what the fuck a grouse even is. Sorry. But look, if you can tell me what to do I'll do it. Even if it's just, like, follow you and carry your stuff."
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[personal profile] divasmio 2024-03-11 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden chill in Jack's expression hits Apollo like a slap to the face. Even if Apollo is growing more comfortable with the idea of rejection, that doesn't make it any less painful in the moment — and Jack's words sting. It's one thing to reject someone for unattractiveness or lack of charisma. Jack's rejecting him over a name, though; More accurately, for being everything the name implies. He isn't wrong, either.

Apollo bristles, immediately defensive. "I don't—" He starts, about to say I don't beg for worship! I simply appreciate it when offered! But no, he would beg if it came down to the wire, wouldn't he? Apollo knows all too well what will happen if people stop believing in him.

And whatever history Jack has with gods... well, Apollo can't speak for them, but if they're anything like his own family, his attitude is probably justified. He takes a breath to calm himself, then gives a small nod. "I see." He tries to maintain an air of confidence, but the sting still lingers, and he can't quite manage it. "Sorry to bother you, then."
Edited 2024-03-11 20:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-11 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)

"Mayhap it is!" Ryja's cheer continues unabated, delighted to meet another who understands fate. Ears forward, "I am Ryja, Scholar and Astrologian and delighted to meet you." And out goes her hand... and then up a bit, because Bronwyn is tall. Ryja rarely feels short, considering her ears and Viera height.

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Infernal Arms and Armor

[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-03-11 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The heat of the forge beckons her in like a lover's breath. She knows the feeling, the sound, the smell. The fires are a welcome reminder of home.

"Excuse me?" the masked womer asks, "Could I speak to the master of the forge?"
be_seeing_you: (somber)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. The cruise ship." Can you feel the heavy air quotes hanging around """cruise ship?"""

"I don't think I've ever spoken to him personally, but I've seen him in passing, yes. I'm sorry he went through what he did. I, unfortunately, know the pain he experienced far too personally." He knows Father Mulcahy was one of those souls trapped in The Village with Number 2. He still feels irrationally responsible for that.

"I'm sure the two of you must be relieved to see one another again now?"
cacophonish: MOPI (set1-00567)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-11 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
If Jeff knew Jarod had those thoughts about guitars, the man would instantly skyrocket to the top of his list of favorite people, because same. He's played around with other instruments before, both here and back home, and while he may have enjoyed experimenting with them, getting used to the feel and sound of them, nothing's ever compared to the guitar. When he's got one in his hands, it's like an extension of him.

For the first time in a few months, Jeff feels something close to complete, confident and at ease, and he smiles warmly at the stranger. That sense of youthful excitement coming off of him? Jeff totally vibes with that.

"Thanks, man. It's kinda based on this story my mom used to tell me when I was a kid-- we were always making up fairy tales together." There's a teeny tiny undercurrent of longing there, though he's trying not to show it. It's just... Fuck, he's homesick. He hadn't even reached out to his parents in months, and now he's... dead, and he's here, and he's pretty sure that's it.

But! Music! That's way more important than any bad feelings, so he shunts thoughts of home aside and flashes the man a grin.

"Wait. Dude! Am I, like, your first exposure to this kind of music?" Fuck, that's exciting. Fuck, that's a lot of responsibility! He's gotta make sure to play the best of the best, if he wants to do justice to rock music in all its beautiful vastness.
Edited 2024-03-11 21:01 (UTC)
be_seeing_you: (disturbed)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Someplace we could be free to start again." This place may have its dangers, but not worse than anything they have already faced. Neither of them need it to be paradise, they just need to have each other. This fits the wish. He can't find any better explanation.

Her wail of anguish cuts him to the quick, and he feels his own grief rising up beside hers. He and Maximilien may have had their disagreements, but the Omnic proved the kind of man he was when it mattered. Max would probably hate to hear Number 6 thinking so respectfully of him now. He'd hate Number 6 knowing there was selflessness in him all along. Good. Good.

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin. I'm so very sorry."
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[personal profile] iwasjustsayinghello 2024-03-11 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack is expecting the fight, the protest, the defensiveness.

What he doesn’t expect is for the guy to back down. The way he puffs up and deflates is the opposite of Bilis fucking Manger’s steady confidence and unflappable calm—and Jack had his Webley in his face.

“Wait.”

The warmth doesn’t return to his expression, but the sharp edges dull and relax—the predator is just a man again, expression cautious but open.

“The last time I came up against a ‘god,’ he nearly sucked the life out of me—and I can’t get rid of the stuff.” He explains. “And he didn’t have nearly as nice a jawline as you do…so I’m sorry if I’m a little defensive. Seriously, though—what’s your story? Extraterrestrial? Psychically gifted? What’s the real deal?”
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paradesium

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-11 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff was always more of an urban forager-- you know, dumpster diving, shoplifting, scoping out the best scenes for free or cheap goods-- but he figures that gives him some relevant experience here in this wild, verdant jungle.

Right?

Okay, maybe not. But he's still doing his best to forage for fruits and other edibles, anything to make it easier to get by as a vegetarian in Pumpkin Hollow. And what he's really on the lookout for, more than anything? A fucking avocado tree.

This boy's been craving guacamole since day one.

What he finds instead avocados? A weird alien dog covered in noodles.

You better believe Jeff touched that dog.

And now here he is, some indeterminate amount of time later, wandering the jungle with a big ol' smile on his face, pupils so dilated he probably looks like a cartoon character.

His reaction, when he very nearly trips over Fever? A nearly incoherent giggle fit, followed by, "Dude. Your hair looks like clouds."
be_seeing_you: (somber)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-11 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry for you as well. In my case, I know that she would not want me to surrender this new chance at life. So, for her, I carry on." As they all must, because here, just like on the Eterna, they have no choice but to keep living.

"If you don't mind helping? I'm collecting deadwood to carve into dolls. Anything that isn't too rotted from the wet. It would be easier to get it back to town with two sets of hands."
be_seeing_you: (somber)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-11 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do not ask me to be sorry that you were gone before your worst fear came true, Erin. I do not know what you have been through, but I know what that would have done to you."
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-11 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if there's one thing that'll get Nimona to unclench a little, it's the offer of violence!

"Metal," she declares, as her smile widens to show off her incisors. "Man, it's been ages since I wasn't just scavenging stuff. Kebabs and pizza? Awesome. But..."

She cranes her neck, looking up at the bright, bright sky. The cruise from hell only lasted half a year for her, but seeing how clouds fleck the blue, real clouds, and flexing her claws just to feel them dig into the wet dirt underfoot --

"This is way better."
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-11 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aww, thank you," she says, pressing a wing to her chest in mock modesty. And then she can't resist; if the Serena Eterna was good for one thing (and probably one thing only), it took away all of Nimona's reservations about shifting in front of non-human strangers. So she continues cheerfully, "Ooh, wait wait wait, I bet I could be cuter -- "

POMF.

The bird explodes in a handful of glittery sparks, and, like emerging from a cocoon, a moth the exact shade of Nimona's feathers flutters up from Bronwyn's hand. Bronwyn may feel a blip in her emotions, like a quick record skip of nothingness, the instant she changes shape -- but it's clear the mind is the same as before, her delight mixing with pride.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-11 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohh..." Definite sympathy in Chris's voice as they say, "We must have overwhelmed you pretty bad. There's a lot of us humans. And what bad luck, getting stuck here when you were only needing some space from us. But you can come and go now!" The last bit said brightly, encouraging.

"We ran low on food back in town for a while, and had monsters coming from the night sky for months. You didn't miss much good goings-on." Chris looks thoughtful. "But I think I missed getting your name before. Mine's Chris Freeman."
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Watch them wax nerdy at each other

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-03-11 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The man is visibly buoyed at the offer of a better place to go skywatching, and Bart smiles up at him, gesturing with his free hand toward the beach.

"The bluffs near the water's edge are honestly unmatched, unless you're willing to go climbing up the mountains proper. I do wish that there were such things as proper long range telescopes here, but as you said, with so little light pollution it's hardly an issue." He's happy to continue chattering as he leads the way up the main road toward the beach, just so that he can point out the spot rather than simply leaving the man to his own devices to get there.

Bart's voice is unmistakably an intellectual British, softened around the edges by his own rather timid nature.
Edited 2024-03-11 22:23 (UTC)
maskedstarbunny: (Default)

Hot Springs

[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-11 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)

Ryja's settles in beside River, having known she'd find her here, today. And what better time to enjoy the warmth, and finally really rest her body and soul, than beside River? If she's lucky, none of the awkwardness of the past week or so will come up, but if it does...

Then being comfortable while it does is good too.

But that's not even in her mind by the time she actually slides into the water, clothes discarded, absolutely unbothered by her nudity in any way. Viera are not known for wearing much in the way of clothes. No, all that's on her mind is 'oh fuck yes the warm the warm the warmmmmm' and the sound she makes says as much.

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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-11 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
As if Nimona didn't already feel like this whole island took the Kingdom and cranked its clock back a good three centuries. The slow-building rumble, incongruously loud despite being diffused by open air, reminds her viscerally of when cars used to run on the ground instead of hovering above the streets.

It distracts her enough that she loses her perch on Edgar when he stands up. She topples backward with a tiny yelp, dissolves into a glowing ribbon, zips back to his shoulder, and reforms as a cat. Bulkier, heavier; way fuzzier than an otter.

And also capable of purring, which she starts in earnest, so loud the rumbles blend with the oncoming train.

You're not alone.
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Cult of the Nails Part 2: Rise of the Needles

[personal profile] vespertineactivity 2024-03-11 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)

Has the smithy door ever creaked? It does this time, as a young lady slowly pushes it open with an artificial hand. She's quite short, and every visible inch of her is the same delicate porcelain as her hand. As she enters, she's still looking very intensely at the sign declaring there to be free needles, until the door is all the way open.

She seems almost surprised by it, herself, head snapping up to take in the forge itself. Her hands move in what would have been unfamiliar sign, were it not for the local blessing of communication. || Hello and good morning, I would like several needles, please. ||

somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-11 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Present." Wow this person's bundled up. Well, either they'll be fine or they'll remove layers, it's fuckin' hot in here. "River la Croix, necromancer and blacksmith, what can I do you for?"
Edited 2024-03-12 00:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-11 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Life kicking your ass too, trouble?"

River is not making eye contact.
maskedstarbunny: (Default)

[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-11 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)

"All these new arrivals. Fate pulls me all over, little things to help, little things to heal." And not to mention the growing uncertainty in her own vision, a feeling she's simply not allowed to surface. The hot water is so, so good, Ryja sinks down an extra inch and lets her ears flop behind her in a very bunny-like relaxation.

somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-11 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
River stares.

Stares even longer.

Blinks just once.

Flashes sign back: |I'm gonna have to risk a rude question here, are you supposed to be a doll or do I have a curse to break to return you to a fleshly form?|
somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-11 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"C'mere," River says/possibly Orders, gesturing at herself. "I've been soaking for a bit, you are getting a massage and telling me your troubles. Also kinda wondering if you've met Annabel yet, for your fashion needs if nothing else."
graveling: (concern)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-11 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Cesar I know never mentioned anything about a ship. So. It might not be the same one."

Hopefully that's not going to cause problems.