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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] twelveghosts 2024-03-19 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not a physical kinda tired, man- okay it kind of is but not like 'I need a twenty hour nap' tired, more like 'if things could fucking stop for three minutes that would be stellar' tired. I can do shit if I have to but Jesus fuck, man." He's going to get dragged right back into the spirit reclamation business isn't he? Son of a bitch...

"Okay look. I've got this shit in my brain, people classify it as a type of clairvoyance. Started as a TV being dropped on my head in high school and it went way fuckin' downhill from there. I can sense ghosts, and the marks that trauma leaves on people's souls, but I gotta touch people for that. It's not something I can control either. Can't even get a fuckin' handjob without knowing the worst shit that ever happened to you, that kinda thing. Makes making friends fun, lemme tell you." Tone absolutely dripping sarcasm there.
decohere: (and i finally learned)

[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-19 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Trapped by what? Where did they go...?" Ava wonders. She knows so little of this world she just arrived in. The explanations hadn't particularly satisfied her, when she didn't trust the circumstances. Here at least doesn't feel like a rehearsed propaganda welcoming.

Ava reaches out a tentative hand toward the sphinx, fingers trembling not with fear but pain. Fifty years alone...

"Afraid I don't really have a world, anymore," Ava admits. "Something happened in mine. Half the population vanishing in an instant. And. Then I spent two years in another realm, that fed off our misery. We were trying to find a way out. Before arriving here..." she shakes her head. "It's not a world I'm trying to find my way back to. But my husband."
abhorrently: (glint.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, so he's dating Magne...cute. She'll have to gently tease him later about it.

"What specifically are you looking for? Before I got caught up in all of this, I was an adventurer - still am, really. We might be looking for similar gear."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-19 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"This is another chance Ava, we don't have to suffer anymore. You don't have to keep sacrificing yourself for ungrateful people. You can have peace somewhere with Peter."

And they can figure out how to stabilize her form, there has to be a way to help her not be in pain.

"We'll figure it out."
abhorrently: (roll.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't see a reason you couldn't, so long as something vaguely similar to magic exists around you. You don't stop being you if you move to another place, after all, though you can gain new skills and new things that open up to you. So, only one way to find out, right?"

Back home. She resists any urge to comment on that, and stays in the realm of decent imaginings instead, that Leon would be able to carry a sorcerer's power with him ongoing.

"The only times I've been unable to do things like this, something outside me was interfering. Something I had to turn off or move away from - but it didn't cut it off from me entirely."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"An adventurer by trade, as it happens, though you'll see me performing different duties around town. Never fear, though, with the two of us? We're sure to be able to navigate anything this place would like to throw at us."

Oh, it feels good to be back in that particular element.

"The name's Fever. What's yours?"
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-19 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"No, trust me, I can relate," says Leon, the half-dead exhaustion of six years of chasing after zombies and mutant bullshit flashing across his face briefly before he shakes it off. "And that sounds, uh, really terrible - you're probably gonna want to keep your distance from me, in that case. But unfortunately that does sound like the kinda thing that'd be a big help around here."

He stops, nodding to the swinging sign for the Oak and Iron, and holds open the door for Dennis.

"I can't speak for anyone else," he continues. "But I don't think anyone's gonna force you to do anything if you don't want to. Not for food and shelter. But if you see a chance to help out with what's going on here, just... think about it, okay? Even if it has nothing to do with the ghost stuff, like taking up farming or something."
pineapplesalmon: (a chin touch moment)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-19 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Tease away! Unlike others, he's aware of some of her past. He's also aware that he's biased because he loves her deeply already. Both mean that he's doing his best to give her a more normal life here without being overbearing. A second chance.

"Right now, a quarter staff, and I'll be custom ordering a poncho... mostly so I don't get fried by the sun. Later on? Leather armor of some nature, but I need to recover more from the famine and back home before I put that burden on myself."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-19 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's what she's fought and hoped so desperately for, always so far out of reach, that it's difficult to trust now that it's finally safe. That nothing else is expected of her, to keep sacrificing for a cause so far above her. It had taken a considerable toll on her once she had learned that despite all her volunteering and suffering, that it hadn't mattered. Wasn't enough. It's hard to shake off that feeling of failed obligation, the restlessness of trying to justify her survival.

She wants peace so badly, afraid that the moment she relaxes and finally allows herself to have it... Ava closes her eyes, closes the remaining distance between them, holding on to Valdis tightly. Nothing can take this away from her. "I've never really been free, before. It's hard to know what to do with it."
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[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-03-19 01:47 am (UTC)(link)

"I— am. Yeah." Even admitting it feels weird, but by now she knows it to be true. No amount of denial can change it. "But it isn't on you to help. You've only just met me."

There are two meanings that are commonly attributed to the Gift of the Moon. The most common in the modern day is that what's broken cannot be fixed. The oldest is that if something cannot be fixed, then you should start over.

"I-I've just spent a long time trying to be— what people need me to be. Like— like the moon in that story. And like the moon in that story, I fell. Just... no one was there to pick me back up." She breathes, in and out. "But now— now I'm here. And there are new stars in the sky. And three moons. And— and that's pretty cool, at least."

Trying to cling to the mundane joys is hard, but it's something she's desperately trying to do.

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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-19 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
She watches carefully and follows suit, leading Missy to the pasture -- "See, there's your friend, there's your buffet, all's good --" and letting her loose in the same way.

(And now she's been watching Angel for long enough to bring the oddities into focus, mostly the fact that he isn't breathing. For the moment, she's not going to comment on it.)

"All right," she says brightly, moving back in his direction, "what's next?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2024-03-19 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"We don't want a creaky one, I might break it," Max jokes. But, like, he might. With his thicc ass.

"Hmmm." He gently tugs Edgar along with him down the aisle while he considers. "I think maybe the left side? That faces the woods. We can sit by a window and watch all the trees go by. I used to like doing that in the car."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-19 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis holds Ava close, wanting to support her as much as she can. The freedom of something as simple as grass, or the clouds moving across the sky, the room to roam, the life filling every ounce of this world.

"This is a good place to learn what freedom means. It's not perfect, but we can finally make our own choices, good or ill."
abhorrently: (circle.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"You and me both when it comes to a staff. There's a man I know who might be able to make it work, but I want to have the wood in hand before I go making requests. Kind of hard to train in the absence of one."

She laughs a little, but the words are serious, even as she comes to inspect the bean bags.
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Anders | Dragon Age | New Character, Existing Player

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-03-19 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
-Arrival-

It is quiet, very early in the morning, when a blonde man arrives on the marina. He is riddled with scars, most of them small, but some of them less so, and stands with a stiff posture.

The first thing he does is find a gnarled bit of driftwood, carved smooth by sea and sand, to use as a walking stick. Then it's off to meet with Yorick.

Ahead lies new world. A new life. And maybe, finally, freedom.


-Toy Drive-

Anders sits quietly by himself at a crafting area, sewing with impressive skill and precision. He spends the day making little dolls, and at this point has completed several of them. His current project is a little stuffed Qunari, having made it a good balance of fierce and adorable. He's using a dowel rod to stuff the horns tightly so that they're firm. If you need any help with yours, or want to ask him about his, he'll talk to you. Otherwise he keeps to himself.

-Hot Springs-

I. Train
From context clues Anders is able to pick up where to find Northwest Station, as outlined in the newspaper. (There's no way he's risking dealing with whatever the hell Lake Sal-Co-Penn is.) But he has no idea what he's waiting for. So when an enormous iron beast rolls up, blowing smoke and making noise, Anders jumps back with his back to the wall of the ticket station.

"What on the Maker's green fucking earth is that?!"

II. Water
Once the train ordeal is handled, it's smooth sailing to get to the actual hot spring itself. It's clear from the slight limp he walks with that the end of Anders' life wasn't particularly kind to him, so the relief on his face as he sinks into the hot water is palpable.

Whether he's joining you or you're joining him, he smiles politely, a bit awkward. He almost looks like he's been caught doing something wrong. He clears his throat. "Morning." It's a start.


-Looking for Group-

Something about Paradesium radiates magic. It's incredible--- the cave just breathes nature and magic and life from it like the yawn of an old god. But it's also very clearly dangerous, and until or unless his body starts being a little kinder to him, it's not really safe to go alone. To be frank, it probably wouldn't be anyway. He's a healer, not a warrior. So he posts on the bulletin board.

Disabled mage looking seeking combat-ready partner(s) for an expedition into Paradesium to look for magical ingredients. Healing and ranged support provided. Interested parties should ask for Anders at the Oak & Iron.

-Wildcard-
[ Hit me with whatever! I play Anders as coming from a canon point mid-Inquisition (hence why he's so worse for wear) and am vague about his romance status re: Hawke, at least for now. ]
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-Looking for Group-

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
The note on the bulletin board catches her eye and she's soon back in the Oak & Iron asking the Innkeeper for this Anders person. The simple sword, given to her by her employers, isn't what she's used to, but it's sharp and good enough until she can get something better. Once the man is pointed out, she walks over to take a seat across from him.

"I hear you're looking for some help on an expedition into Paradesium."
redlightgreenlight: (Hound Curious)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Emersay. Valdis commits the name to memory, and replies. My life is long, I will not forget.

She follows, keeping her movements slow, but her awareness covering as wide an area as she can. Dangers could be around any corner as this city has been taken back by the creature and flora that make Paradesium their home.

She repeats the name of the city, copying the pronunciation.

It was once much loved, she comments. The people who lived here, who were they?

lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (somber)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-03-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Erik's expression warms. "I'd forgotten what a luxury hot pools of water truly are."

He turns to regard Edgar fully, and then the string he's unraveling. "What is that for?"
littlefairytale: (atlas; oh dear)

[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-03-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)

Ruby nods. "Yeah. I-I do. Know, I mean. Sometimes it's hard not to think— maybe this is just me. Maybe I'm just... uniquely broken."

But no. It's not like that. Not in this, at least.

spaghettification: (warm)

Hot Springs; Water

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-03-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Morning. Good morning, perhaps, even. May I join you?"

The accent is strong, the smile is uncertain, and the man asking is not touching the ground.
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
César laughs a little, but he's also serious. "I need to go back into Paradesium to look for suitable wood myself, but I'll need an escort and also the time I don't have yet. Once planting season is further along."

He knows better than to go alone. No need to worry Magne. Or worry himself, to be honest.

He walks over to the beans bags (lol) and smiles. "Okay, so being a druid means we can cheat a little. I'll show you how to plant the bean. Then you plant beans, and I go behind you to start making the beans grow a little."
Edited 2024-03-19 03:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-03-19 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That local?"

He's beginning to smile; the spark of interest grows, and with care, he presses down on the book to see how the field reacts.

"I've never seen an artificial gravity generator act on so small an area. Not to mention this seamlessly when it has to take the planet's gravity into account, too." A small huff of laughter. "Also I've never seen one operate in reverse, but that's a whole different thing."
spaghettification: (eyebrow)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-03-19 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"And nine planets and their moons. I plan to save up to buy parts to construct a better telescope. Once I do, will you look up with me again?" This, too, is a form of hope, an attempt to share joy and offer something to look forward to.
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[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-03-19 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
There's something familiar about that rueful tilt to Edgar's mouth; something Gaeta saw plenty of times on Galactica, when mention of the Colonies or where were you when stories began to circulate.

"Only if you want to," he says, a little quieter.
spaghettification: (smug)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-03-19 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No external generator. This is an effect I'm controlling personally."

The book is easily pushed, it doesn't resist significantly in itself (though there is air resistance below it). Siebren watches Felix think about the matter.

"Let me know if you want more morsels of information, or a more complete explanation, friend."