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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!

graveling: (bombastic sideeye)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-18 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"How bad is the lake? Demon bad or abyssal bad?"

...Angel, not everyone has your senses.
thelatechrisfreeman: (gasp (PB))

Charity Drive

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris had an idea about using natural materials as part of the stuffing for the dolls they are making. It's a little early yet for poplar cotton (the white seed fluff produced by poplar and alder trees), but they're still out in the forest... collecting flowers to be dried.

It's odd to see a basket sitting by itself (apparently) in the forest, so Chris looks around to see if they can spot the person it belongs to. Should that golden-eyed blur come into view, Chris is going to give a yelp of surprise, and probably trip on themself.

(Come surprise them!)
beastsofthehollow: (sphinx)

[personal profile] beastsofthehollow 2024-03-18 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The submissive behavior clearly works its intended effect; she eases, though keeps a distance. Wariness gives another inch to curiosity, and, in an ambling pace, she leads Valdis along.

"Emersay," She answers, and finally turns her gaze ahead. Her ears turn to any sound Valdis makes, however - she's trying to display that trust, but doesn't want it to bite her in the ass, literally or figuratively. "Though none live to have spoken it in some time."

She waits until Valdis follows her through the open doors of the temple, and with one look back, begins the trek down the decaying city streets.

"It was called..." She trails off, an edge of uncertainty to her voice. "Gyldenstjerne. I worry I'm not remembering the pronunciation right... the people of this place told me it was a golden star to the dwarven people."
be_seeing_you: (conversational)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-18 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Greta. How charming." He doesn't even blink at the prospect of there being ghost animals. There may as well be. There were on the ship he came from, too. Well. One. A cat.

"You will have to introduce me to these ghost animals," he answers as he steps in through the door. "I am here about farming, in a way. I'm interested in starting my own orchard. Apples, specifically. My name is Peter Starr, and my wife is Ava Starr. We often dreamed of having our own farm house with an orchard. But neither of us are very knowledgeable about the practicalities. I was hoping you had some advice to offer."
beastsofthehollow: (sphinx)

[personal profile] beastsofthehollow 2024-03-18 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no tenseness to Ava's approach, no fluttering away similar to the smaller creatures in the jungle - though the sphinx's gaze locks onto every step she takes. Were it not for her breathing, she'd start to look like a worn statue.

"Fifty years, perhaps longer," She speaks, after a glimpse of somber contemplation crosses her face. "The people here did escape, yes. It was planned, but not without desperation. Were they not to, they would have been trapped, lost to the rest of their world..."

A beat.

"...Not unlike the way you look to be feeling. Are you lost to your world, in this place?"
littlefairytale: (v9; sad head down)

[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-03-18 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)

There's silence, for a long, long moment.

"...every plan I made failed." It's quiet. Her head is low. "Not— not just failed, they made everything worse. We didn't just lose— a school, this time, we lost a whole kingdom. Atlas and Mantle are gone. I think most of the civilians got out, but even if they did, they've lost everything and been stranded in a kindgom we don't even know if it'll welcome them in."

Her message got out, she thinks. Telling the world about Salem. Begging the other kingdoms to help. But that doesn't mean Vacuo would welcome thousands upon thousands of Altlesians without issue.

"And even if they're welcomed, it doesn't— Salem still has two relics. Atlas still fell. People still died. Penny—" Her face scrunches, and she has to take a moment to breathe. "...me and the rest of my team fell into this place called the Ever After. The place in that old fairytale, The Girl Who Fell Through the World. Last I knew we were stuck down there."

gruesomegourmand: ([Joy] happy chatting 2)

[personal profile] gruesomegourmand 2024-03-18 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
There's only a slight falter in Laios' energy, a shift to something more concerned, though he does what he can to not wear it on his face until he gets an understanding of what's happening here. Through the vines and foliage, he couldn't see the ring of sticks, stones, and leaves that had formed, arcing and occasionally gleaming against the crystal's lights. (It's difficult not to admire, but this poor fellow seems like he's struggling. Now's not the time. Maybe later?)

As soon as he's a short distance away, he presses a hand to his chest instead of a handshake, but still offers a warm smile.

"My name is Laios. I'm an explorer, and cook at the Oak & Iron. I don't think we've met before, have we?"
batteryacid: (G)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-03-18 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dreepington is avoiding me right now, since he's the one that accidentally tripped me into Greta's water trough, but maybe one of the others will float on by," Eddie says casually.

"It's nice to meet you, Peter." He's noticed the wings (they are hard to miss) but Eddie's not the sort to call attention to what makes his friends or guests unusual. Eddie leads the way to the living room, which has an assortment of chairs -- including at least one padded stool lacking a back. That one might be more comfortable for a winged person. The legs of said stool are tall enough that a seated Peter will still be at eye-level with Eddie sitting on the settee.

Eddie doesn't take his seat right away, instead offering Peter a drink -- tea, non-alcoholic cider, water, goat's milk -- but once hospitality has been squared away...

"Apples are a good choice. They're a hardy fruit tree and well suited for this climate. I don't know if you're aware of USDA growing zones, but most apple varieties do well in zones 5 to 8, including the self-pollinators. And this island is mostly zone 6 for growing." Eddie smiles. "I'd suggest a self-pollinating variety of apple, because they are easier than the types that have to cross-pollinate with, say, a flowering crabapple tree in order to produce fruit."

(Eddie is aware of growing zones as categorized back home by the U.S. Department of Agriculture based mostly on his ex-wife's interest in flower gardening, but he picked up enough to translate it to his new knowledge about farming on the island.)
spaghettification: (Default)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-03-18 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't...think...so? No, we haven't. No."

He's not certain, though, with his head in its current state. He floats closer to Laios, the orbiting detritus all stopping, as if ready to be thrown at a threat.
onyssius: ([Running] The Renegade)

[personal profile] onyssius 2024-03-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Jarod files that away for later questioning--given his presence in this place there's no question of the existence of multiple worlds, and the studies he'd been following very closely during his time at the Centre, the notion doesn't surprise him.

He just wants to know what this person knows.

However, there's running to be done, and the snarl of the rag woman behind them triggers as ready a 'fight or flight' response as the sound of squealing tires or Miss Parker's voice ringing in his ears.

Spotting the tavern up ahead, where he currently has a room, Jarod risks a glance over his shoulder at the creature on their heels.

I'm empty. I need them. I need to share, want to share...

Empowered by a fresh surge of adrenaline and a goal, Jarod shifts to grab his compatriot's hand and tugs them to follow as he makes a beeline for the Oak & Iron.

"Come on! I think we'll be safer among other people."
onyssius: ([Emote] Love Me Love My Pez)

[personal profile] onyssius 2024-03-18 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you don't let me pay you, you'll have to let me do something for you in exchange--trust me, I'm a big believer in fairly and adequately compensating others for their services." Jarod insists with a smile.

"But I promise, I'll be an easy student to teach." he continues. "I understand basic musical theory--that, and I conducted a symphony orchestra for a couple of weeks once."

He can't help the way his smile grows--this young man's pleasure is so visceral. He can't think of anything he's ever been so passionate about, not since...

Perking up, Jarod grins.

"I may know how to pay you--if I can learn enough about the more primitive processes of candymaking available in a period such as this one, on the cusp of modern industry." he admits, glancing around before leaning in with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

"Have you ever heard of PEZ?"
thelatechrisfreeman: (local cryptid (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris is inclined to agree with that take -- safety in numbers. Why else would the creature need to draw Chris away by themself? Why would it switch focus between Chris and this other guy, unless it can only focus on one person at a time? They grip his hand back and follow as best they can.

And the pair of them are nearly to the main door, nearly to safety... when Chris trips over something. Possibly their own feet.

Chris lets go, tries to catch themself and keep upright... but no such luck. They tumble to the ground and -- having picked up on that heroic streak in the new guy -- yell, "Go on, run!"

They'll be right behind him, ideally... but the Tristitia is right behind them.
theresalwayshope: (werewolf} gold eyes / alpha in waiting)

[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2024-03-18 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Said golden eyed blur catches the scent of another person, and can't quite focus on the chemosignals.

So, she darts into view, and blur becomes a girl very abruptly--and as Chris yelps and trips, Allison feels just a tiny bit bad for giggling.

"Sorry--I was getting threats of collars with bells even before I got super fast and sneaky." she apologizes with a grin, walking over to offer the other person a hand up. "You okay?"

As she says it, she's not just looking them over--her nostrils are visibly flaring, searching for the smell of blood, head barely cocked to listen for any sounds to indicate threat or injury, like a racing pulse that won't slow down.
graveling: (concern)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't need to say sorry. You don't need to be sorry. Shit, it's...not good, but kinda-sorta nice to see real people dealing with some of what I got going on. You get to a point where you figure you're the only one around who understands how something feels, you know?"
thelatechrisfreeman: (Default)

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-18 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ OOC: So I rolled a stat sheet for Chris, and this poor muse keeps rolling so bad for skill checks needing DEX. They're having a rough week. XD ]

Chris just can't keep their balance lately. They fall to the ground -- their own basket goes flying, spilling collected flowers everywhere -- and it's just their luck lately... they scrape their arm on a rock when they land.

"Oof!" Chris just lays there for a moment, until offered a hand up by the girl. "Well, I'm not dying. I know what that feels like." They inspect the scrape on their arm.
pyrodulia: (holy and pure)

Agnes Montague | The Magnus Archives | Existing player, not apping, just for fun.

[personal profile] pyrodulia 2024-03-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The Voice of Enigma [Arrival]
There's rain in the air as the new girl makes her way into town, and it sizzles and hisses on her too-hot skin. Her doe-eyed gaze takes in the sight of the buildings, but she doesn't commit to entering any yet. As she looks up at the grey sky, there's a slow, deep breath in...and out.

She failed at being what she was made to be. Guttered out and died. There's a part of her resistant to the idea of going back. Here, at least, no one expects her to be their messiah. Here, no one expects anything of her at all.


Callas Went Away [Dollmaking]
Sitting out under a tree with a basket of materials from the Artisan's Guild, Agnes hasn't managed to sew or pattern anything. What she has instead are a small pile of acorns and a sewing needle, which she's using to...carve? No, burn faces onto them one at a time, as if the needle's been heated enough to leave little black marks on the acorns.

Those paying close attention may note a scent in the air like when you turn a heater on for the first time in a winter and all the dust is burning away, and there's scorch marks slowly being burned into both the grass under her and the tree she's sitting against.


Mea Culpa [The Tristitia]
It's late at night, but Agnes is struggling to sleep. So of course she went for a little walk. Unfortunately, she's kind of catnip for a creature feeding on grief.

"Stay back. Please stay back, or..." A glance around. Oh, it'd be easy to defend herself. The question is one of collateral damage. What might suffer nearby if she lets what's inside her out.


Knocking on Forbidden Doors [Wildcard]
Come at me, fools.
pineapplesalmon: (mischievous smile)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-18 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's hard for me not to be friendly... everyone here's been great to me, save for the demons, and I've got the best girlfriend. Magne Hikiishi." César closes the door behind him, walking towards where he has the beans to be planted in some bags. "I'm saving up for druid-like clothes and equipment next month."
pineapplesalmon: (a quick suggestion)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
César is not one to question how a twig can labor, because apparently he can. The question makes him laugh and then bow with a flourish, grinning.

"I am to provide a quality experience."
nothingbadeverhappensto: (huh)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-18 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not sure," Leon admits, sheepish and apologetic, having gotten a little overwhelmed during his initial conversation with Angel about the local faith and retained less of it than he maybe should've. "But I get the impression people like us turning up here is a pretty new thing, so I'd guess so. As for the temple, that's over near Town Hall. They can probably answer at least some of your questions there."
decohere: (Default)

[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"At her age...?" Ava doesn't mean to sound judgmental in her surprise, she herself had her own small collection of sentimental stuffed toys that had taken over their couch. But her interactions with teenagers had been kept rather limited, mostly to Darcy who was perpetually stuck in that strange 'don't treat me like a child' phase while still latching on to every other older man as a father figure. Which is half of her uncertainty, not knowing how to even approach. Because she's a rather poor choice of role model or mentor or reliable adult.

"I do wish I could have gotten to known her better," Ava admits almost apologetically, knowing how close he is to Ruby to consider her an adopted daughter. She's kept a careful distance, not wanting to overstep boundaries. But through the constant exposure to trauma and the crushing anxiety of trying to find a way out before it was all too late, Ava's emotional capacity had been worn far too thin. Painfully aware that she wasn't exactly her best self, afraid that trying to even get to know the young woman would go horribly wrong. Because once again, her experience is mostly with Darcy...

But here, there's none of that hanging over her anymore. No more weight of responsibility for the continued existence of a realm that's draining everyone of every ounce of happiness left. She nods. "Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea. What sort of things does she like...?" She trusts her husband not to steer her into trying to pursue a relationship that's unwanted.
pineapplesalmon: (a gentle moment)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-18 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Which isn't surprising, because it was impossible for César to ever be seen with animals on a boat without animals.

"She is." Pat pat, pat pat pat; César's letting Tayrey approach in her own time. "So you're a spaceship pilot?"
nothingbadeverhappensto: (Default)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-18 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"The ghost gig?"

That gets Leon's attention, and he glances over at Dennis as they walk, eyebrows raised.

"You're gonna have to explain that to me. Tired or not, we've got some kind of weird situation with death not working right here. If what you've got going on is relevant, I'm sorry, but you're probably gonna wind up needing to help out sooner or later."
twelveghosts: (pic#15997490)

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-18 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily for Angel, he's talking to someone that's actually qualified to assess these things.

"I've felt both of those and this is like...a weird new third thing that I really don't fuckin' like. I don't know how to describe it." He bends to prop his elbows on his knees, his fingers rubbing into his temples. "It felt like looking an anglerfish in the face. The bodies...the bodies weren't bodies but they were trying to be just to convince someone to look. You can't just ignore that shit."
hate_gettin_older: (eager)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-18 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eddie," he repeats, with a touch of a grin. "I'm Edgar. Used to know someone who called me Eddie, but nobody else does."
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-18 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've felt...oh, good. Good, because someone else in town who can do sniff checks on problems is going to help. I mean, not good that you've dealt with both, but."

But it makes Angel feel a little less alone.

"And you feel how it is in here, too?" Holy, divine, sacred, good.