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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!

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[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-15 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Number 6's face drains of color. He didn't mean The Village!

"Well, yes. Yes, we were on that same cursed cruise. It sometimes stopped in different places for us to disembark, you see? The Village was one such place. It was dreadful. Many places were."
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[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-15 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Number 6 notices the sudden glow of heat. It's welcome in this bitter chill. His wings may be waterproof thanks to them being styled after a mallard's but that can only do so much to fight the wind.

"Thank you," he says casually, "for the warmth. I assume that is you?" He's not to perturbed by strange magics and powers now. Not when he's been gifted wings and his own wife has the ability to pass through solid matter. Not to mention what his adopted children could do.

"Yes. It's a worthy cause and I have both skill and time to employ."
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-15 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, hold up," and Edgar picks up his own half-finished drink and gets up, crossing the space between their tables.

"That better?"
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-15 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you were there first- what did you mean by that? And Mulcahy was there too?"

He can't get his head around it but Hawk know he sure doesn't like it.
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-15 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The name of the author is one that sparks familiarity at the back of her brain that Ava searches through the context of sci-fi works she's read, before finally coming up with "Oh, like the Martian?" She does remember enjoying the humor in that one.

But she's unaware of any others. "What else has he written? Maybe I can pick those up at the library." Because she's so used to the disorganized ship library stuffed full of fictional works from every time and world that it doesn't even occur to her they might not be here.
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-15 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Every reminder of the little girl hurts, not knowing what became of her. If she's still out there, lost and alone. Even if they'll never be reunited... She has to hope she's being taken care of, by Skulduggery.

She adds a few more stitches, struggling to make them even with her hand twitching. "At least Darcy and Ruby are safe," Ava reminds herself. "But they're a bit too old for dolls."

Because it's better for her to focus on what they still have rather than everything they've lost.
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cw: vague reference to suicide

[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-03-15 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)

When you feel ready—when will she feel ready? Will admitting to everyone what really happened, that the cracks grew until she shattered, that she gave up, ever be something she feels ready to do? They wouldn't judge her, no, that's not what she's scared of; she's scared of the way they'd care, the way they'd fuss, the way they'd try to reassure her. In some ways, it's all she's ever wanted from both of her families; in others, it's the most terrifying thing she could ever face.

"...I-I was at home, for a few days," she does say, because that's not something she intends to hide. "I don't know how. I-I guess what we were told on the ship isn't— isn't as simple as that. But I was home. And things aren't— they didn't get any better."

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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-03-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ylva clenches her fingers in her hair, and grimaces. "Used to be. What happened to them all?"

Something bad. She doesn't know a thing, but it must have been bad.
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-03-15 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," and Ylva grins, crookedly, "teeth, mostly. Sometimes claws, but mostly teeth. I'm, um, a wolf. Well, lots of shapes. Wolf first, though."

She shrugs her shoulders, vaguely. "In a fight, I know other things, but for hunting? I don't want to get fancy, usually."
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[personal profile] iwasjustsayinghello 2024-03-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack tips his head as they offer him a look at their wing. Reaching out, he gently runs his fingertips over the proffered wing, grinning at the texture of scales on skin.

“Vicious lies.” He laughs, rubbing a thumb across one of them with careful strokes and unabashed appreciation in his voice. “I slept with a Silurian with rougher scales than these—yours are sleek! I was flirting before, now I’m flirting with more sincerity: you, my friend, are absolutely stunning.
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-03-16 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Darcy collides with his chest with a solid thump, and it's still not the reassurance that they need but. Peter missed them, huh. They adjust so that the hug is more comfortable, mind on the clock ticking before they have to get back to work.

"Sorry. I was out looking for people but. We're turning over a lot of covers with all of the new arrivals. It's good to see you too."

...

"Can you also use your wings for a second?"
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-03-16 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ylva drops down into her familiar wolf shape, and it feels good, in a way that has never really gone away -- the intensified scents, the sounds, the stability of four paws instead of two legs. She stretches, tail wagging, and takes off over the hill, trusting Nimona to follow.
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-03-16 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Up top." Ylva gestures upwards with her thumb. "The cave system opened up. I'm not the only one who came down to see what's around."

She glances around, and then offers a huge grin. "It's pretty neat, honestly. But I didn't expect people. I'm Ylva."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-16 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
And so invisible she becomes, to whatever else may be watching. But not to him, who so intimately knows her movements and the soft brushes of reassurance that she's still there. Not to stray from his side, as they make the way back into town and shelter.

"I love you," she quietly reminds him, along the way. And again, a few moments later. Because she had been afraid of never getting the chance again.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-16 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Tears aren't something she does, but seeing Ava again brings them closer to the surface than they usually come.

"I'm glad you made it. I was so worried that everything had been destroyed. That I'd lost everything."

Valdis doesn't reach out to hug her, noticing the ghostly blur and the increased instability of the soul. But she's here, and they can figure it out. They'll have to.
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Me too," Ava admits in a whisper. "I can't remember." Parts of it, their capture. The hopelessness. The determination to keep fighting until the end. But. Not how any of it ended. Of course her mind had filled in the blanks with the worst.

But Valdis survived... "Last I remember, that awful goddess took back over. Are you-?" Safe, in control.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis can't remember anything clearly either, but the sense of loss, the pain...that felt like it had been real.

"As far as I can tell Tiamat has been completely sealed away, and my powers are stable. Even the empathy is more manageable here."

It helps that this place isn't built and run on the concept of pure suffering.
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[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-03-16 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm good with a sword, so I think we can keep each other pretty un-eaten," Laios jokes, and absolutely beams at her reaction. Even with the cooking improvements he'd made with Senshi, he was still coming along just fine here. Hopefully, when he went back, he could take this knowledge back with him.

"I made us a couple lunches to take with us! More of those in there, as well. If you didn't come today, I was just planning on bringing them over to visit your farm."

Unspoken code for "I was really, really hoping you'd come today. I'm so glad you did!"
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-16 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Good..." she can't imagine how hard it's been for Valdis, in that environment with such powers. And the rest of them suppressed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop her."

Ava reaches out a tentative hand, to the side of Valdis' face.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You couldn't have stopped her. Maxwell sealed my soul in the Void, there was nothing there to save."

Valdis reaches up to take the hand Ava's reaching toward her with, hoping beyond hope that there is something to touch.

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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis curls a lip as he shifts. She will never not be jealous of the shifters who can shift with their clothing. Her always gets destroyed unless she removes it first. It's not fair.

I have telepathy, she huffs. So any words I speak will be in your mind no matter what form you take.

That form just happens to be attractive...

Valdis. She doesn't move from where she stands. You are not a werewolf.
nothingbadeverhappensto: (huh)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Leon snorts at the description, equal parts surprised and flattered. Is it just him, or have people been hitting on him a lot more openly since he got here?

"It's Leon," he says, before pausing as he remembers, "Or, technically I think it's constable Kennedy right now, but I'm not gonna be a stickler for the formalities if you aren't."

He shrugs, not wanting to put the guy on edge by getting all cop on him right out the gate.

"Anyway, what about you? What should I be calling you?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-16 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Sealed your-" her eyes narrow sharply in protective concern. But she doesn't know the full story, only has the incident of Maxwell filling her with shadows to know that magic sometimes backfires so badly.

Her hand is just corporeal enough to take, fingers curling through Valdis' own. She has to convince herself that this is real, Valdis is really here. Her maid of honor, her friend through the hardships.

"I've been so scared... that I lost everything. But Peter thinks... Maximilien's wish."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-16 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ava doesn't have the senses she has, can't know the relief she feels when there is something physical to touch. Her friend. Someone she would face anything for. Someone who had tried to reach her through Tiamat's power before and had tried again. Not many would be brave enough to challenge a Goddess. But Ava had. Twice.

"I don't know what happened, Ava. But seeing you here. Seeing Erin and Ylva and Max and Fever and so many others? I have to think that somehow we were meant to be together. Some force has decided that our journeys are still intertwined. Maybe it was the Erda. Maybe it was the Captain. We have no way of knowing, but we can seize this chance for something better."
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-16 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Priest in training. Degas Clayton is the preacher. He's out right now. But can I help you?"

Angel's unblinking eyes track Dennis quietly.