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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!

somebodychildofanyone: (Default)

MONTAGE AND/OR HANDWAVE TIME!

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-12 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
River inclines her head and gets the hell out of her new guest's way, to observe without interfering. What'cha got, dunmer?
somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-12 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
River's breath catches in her throat, and for a moment she goes stiff. As she relaxes, she presses a kiss against the side of Ryja's neck, and holds her close. "My trouble," she murmurs. "...I wish I had answers for you, but at least I have distractions."
misbegottendreamer: Dagoth Icon (Default)

MONTAGE HO!

[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-03-12 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
There's nothing exceptional about her technique, but her work is satisfactory and strangely consistent, especially considering her eyesight is apparently quite poor. One curious thing to note is that she does examine her work by touch, even when it's red-hot. The semi-molten nature of the meta doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest.
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[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-03-12 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Annabel finishes undressing, takes the time to fold her clothes neatly and set them aside.

And then she lowers herself into the water and moves toward River.
witheredpeonies: (pic#16640848)

[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-03-12 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
“If I wear someone as a swimsuit, she’ll certainly be touching me.”

It’s kinda…inevitable.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-12 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
River turns over to face Annabel, almost paralyzed. The cocky confidence from earlier is gone in the face of the reality, sent scurrying away by 'pet' and by the pounding of her heart in her chest. Without thought she slides down, kneeling on the bottom of the spring and looking up in awe with her lips parted faintly, as if to drink in the sight before her.
somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-12 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"...Has the thought of taking that down a notch or five to making out and perhaps touching her chest just not crossed your mind? I love that you escalate but making a problem smaller is a skill, mistress."
nothingbadeverhappensto: (slight smile)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-12 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
“That’s good to hear,” says Leon, choosing to not comment on the fact that he’s never heard of the Red Mountain or the Ascadian Isles, or even wickwheat or ash yams for that matter. More important stuff to deal with, and he does guess that’s no weirder than there being people who are also birds around. “Seems like the hunters and farmers around here are having some trouble keeping up with demand, so I’m sure they’d appreciate you stopping by even if it’s just for a bit, especially if you know what you’re doing when it comes to plants.”

Leon has every intention of lending a hand too, once he gets the chance, but he’s not sure how much help he’ll be, city-boy as he is. The next question (or implied question) gives him some pause though, and he thinks about it for a moment before responding.

“I hear all sorts of music coming from the local bars just about every night,” he says, eventually. “Don’t know if they’re volunteers or if they’re being paid, but I’d definitely ask around. This place is weird, but it’s definitely not so weird that the people here don’t appreciate music. Same probably goes for stories, but it might be harder finding an audience. What kind of stories do you keep?”
nothingbadeverhappensto: (chain)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-12 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
“Little over a week ago,” Leon answers, settling down in the chair across from the other man. His posture is military-perfect, even in a casual place like this, back straight and shoulders squared. “So if you’re looking into all the deepest secrets of this place or even just the town gossip, I can’t help. But I do think I’ve got the basics down, if you have questions about those.”
takethatnature: Wilson with a neutral expression except for one raised eyebrow. (eyebrow raise)

[personal profile] takethatnature 2024-03-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Wilson follows. Every so often he stops to pick up a rock or a tree branch or grab a tuft of long grass, then hurries back into step with Ylva.

"Is this an edible mushroom or a poison mushroom?" He doesn't recognise the species he's pointing at, but hopefully Ylva does. Also, now he's wearing a Deerclops-shaped backpack that he definitely didn't have when he arrived.
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[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-03-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Legends, prayers, and histories, mostly. Things that should be remembered, lest angry ghosts rise to fill the void of what has been forgotten. Originally, I only collected the stories of the Dunmer, but in recent times, I've also been learning the tales of the Nords of Skyrim. Our history with them has been fraught with conflict, but I am beginning to think that that is because we have so much in common, strangely enough."

"I'll certainly keep an ear out to find the clubs."
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[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-03-12 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Soft sputtering sounds here.
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-12 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Keep the stone on you," River murmurs. "I'll take the long way 'round, yeah? And if I get there and y'all are doing a bit more than kissing I can piss off back to the train station. Maybe casual isn't for you, maybe it is, but if you're interested...try it. Worst thing that happens is it turns out you did something horny and reckless."

"I'm happy, genuinely overjoyed, that you're exploring. Let yourself, alright?"
nothingbadeverhappensto: (huh)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-12 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Leon hadn’t actually expected a yes when he asked that, and looks more than a little pleasantly surprised.

“Huh. Yeah, no problem. From the sound of it we’re both gonna be here for a while, so I’m not in a hurry if you aren’t.”

He puts the fruit in his mouth and crouches down by the water’s edge, sitting back on his heels so he isn’t looming over her. Chews. Swallows.

“Well, when you put it that way,” he says, thoughtfully. “But there’s also drying off when you get out. Unless you’ve got a trick for that, too.”

He is, admittedly, making excuses, not quite comfortable enough to strip down to his underwear and get in a hot spring with a cute girl at this point in his life. But also it is pretty chilly out, and he didn’t exactly have the foresight to bring a towel with him.
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-12 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
“That’s me,” he says, nodding. The question about the gun gives him some pause, and he thinks about how to put it before responding. By the look she’s giving it and the fact that she had to ask whether it was his weapon at all he feels like he can probably assume she’s not too familiar with guns in general, which makes it hard to put it in exact terms.

“It’ll kill most things the size of a human or smaller, if I shoot them in something vital,” is what he concludes. “And if I hit something that’s not vital, it’ll hurt enough to stop most people or things in their tracks. The trick is mostly aiming, but I’ve been working with something a lot like this one since I was a teenager. I’m not a bad shot.”

Understatement. He was top of his class in police academy when it came to many things, marksmanship foremost among them. But he’s not here to brag.
abhorrently: (peace.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-12 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
The freckled hand she takes in her own bears the wear and tear of someone who uses their hands regularly, faint calluses across the grip from the quarterstaff. Still, she keeps her nails trimmed, does the bare minimum so that it's all still usable, and never thought of the idea of hand lotion in her recently known life.

"Daily wear, I think. I've worn them often enough now that not having some would leave me feeling rather exposed when I'm out and about, especially when it's a little chilly. Something basic in a dark color of course would do, but...it's nice to have a choice."
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-12 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"He's good. And smart. And kind. And very, very hard on himself. He's in a relationship with a gal who works at the Oak and Iron."

Which also answers the question about his husbands.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-03-12 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"You, uh, were somewhere without seasons before? Well, you won't be handling your molt alone, alright? Here, moving onto your other wing. Base to tip again."

He chuckles.

"The gentleman I'm involved with is going to get to see how silly I look when I molt. That'll be something."
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

Ever-Living Ghosts

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-03-12 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Cybertronians have their ghost stories too -- but Tarantulas's grief has had over three million years to fester in his soul. This weeping specter has no power over him. Out after dark for reasons of his own, he lingers on a rooftop to watch -- and perhaps sneer, just a little, at its weakness --

Until he catches sight of Chris Freeman, their eyes glowing red, and realize the spirit has them in its thrall.

Clearly this is not to be borne, not when Chris has been nothing but kind to him (like Bart, and Mairi, and so many others) -- he scrambles off the wall, growing large enough in his spider form to wrap a long, spindly leg around Chris and hold them in place. "Leave them alone," he snarls at the specter. "This one isn't for you."
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-03-12 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, one moment!" Tarantulas interrupts, hastily transforming and riffling through his bag until he locates notebook and pencil. He beams at Bronwyn, radiating delight. "All right, now I'm ready. Start from the beginning; what did you do on your first day down here?"
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-12 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I took the wrong lesson from them," he jokes back, maintaining eye contact despite the excruciating desire to duck his eyes back down again. She has nice tits, they're both naked in a bath, sue him.

"Why, are you going to turn me into a frog?"
abhorrently: (peace.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-12 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, a man of the classics. The more newfangled think of snakes. Unless you've got a specific preference?"

She lets that hover in the air before chuckling and freeing him from her locked in gaze. He can look where he pleases, so long as he remembers a few cursory glances at her face when she's talking.

"No, I can't do anything like that. Nor would I wish to even if I could. That'd just be cutting good company short."
abhorrently: (point.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-12 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately, best I can do is a gust of wind that'll blow you over. But as you said, we're not going anywhere in a hurry, and neither is the spring. Plenty of opportunities in the future."

If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to, and that's that. Soaking isn't a prerequisite for conversation, after all.

"That said, I'll need a name if I'm going to be calling on you to give a few magic lessons."
Edited 2024-03-12 10:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-12 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Always thought I could give a good shot at being at being a gerbil. With the little teeth."

Gestures to indicate it the little teeth.

He exhales into the steam, released from their staring contest. Hawks eyes do duck down again, but they wander elsewhere to the woods around them, too.

"I might be bad company. Didn't anyone tell you about meeting strange men in the woods? Can't do frogs or gerbils, though. Really I'm a one-trick pony."
abhorrently: (journey.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-12 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
"And you're dying to perform that one trick again."

Reaching up out of the water, she picks up another citrus fruit - her last that she's brought with her, and starts to peel it. The skin gives way, and it practically divides itself in half.

"We can't meet any type of stranger in the woods, can't we? Who can we end up meeting, then?"

When he gives his answer, that's when she's close enough to give him one of the halves, before drawing back again.