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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!

abhorrently: (past.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Sought my way out of losing the scant few pieces I had left. My name, and my desire to kill - kill who did this to me, kill any who stood in my way. I worked to survive, in the simplest terms, so I could recover who I was."

And everything else had flowed from there.

"What has returned of my past has been hard won and soaked in the blood of others. I have glimpses enough to have certainty that there is nothing within it that is otherwise."

And what do you call such a past? What do you call the bearer of such?

"I believe I need not say that should these facts become well known, it would reflect poorly not just on myself, but on everyone else I arrived with." Thus, discretion. Caution. And a look in her eyes that says if Jean tells, she will create some form of hell for them.
notinflictthem: (Default)

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's a move he relies on because it always works. And it's fun. Both the pressing into her space and the teeth against her ear.

"You ever considered becoming an ear model?" he jokes, low and breathy, before sinking his teeth in a little more firmly. His free hand goes to her hip, long fingers fitting to the curve of her body.
restingslasherface: (pic#16454871)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You can rely on my discretion, comrade. But your story has...odd holes." They blow across their cup, soft, take another sip. "Let me be sure I understand you - you claim that you awoke, and immediately cut a bloody swathe of revenge through your home world. Embraced violence until some point at which you...adopted more prosocial behavior in an effort to survive? Out of a desire to be a better person? You don't speak as if you're proud of your previous violence."
abhorrently: (counter.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you've got the structure wrong. I awoke, escaped where I was being held in captivity, and had to counter several different problems at once. Discovering the truth of what occurred to me was only one of them - one cannot take revenge properly without knowing their target."

Sipping the coffee again, she notes her hands are warm.

"I embraced violence, but I was not mindless. Many things could be fixed or attended to with the right words, the right actions. And I would not have been able to keep companions if I had not shown some degree of sense. We had all fallen under the same infection, after all. Only, they still had their memories, so I knew it was not that which plagued me."

She's jumping around, she knows. But she has to make sure they understand.

"Why should I be proud of what came before? I know it is contemptible. I know what was done was and is abhorrent. But I cannot find it in myself to mourn or feel grief. If I say to you I did not enjoy it, that would be a lie."
abhorrently: (circle.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
"If it comes time and you don't have a preferred companion, I'd be glad to go back in at your side. I'm a pretty fair sorceress, if I may brag - and since I know staffs, you needn't be worried I'll hand you every stray branch and ask if they will suit."

But for now, bean time.

"What do we have to do, apart from putting the beans in the dirt?"
stonecoldtop: (profile)

[personal profile] stonecoldtop 2024-03-19 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I know a little of what that's like. I'm glad you have the opportunity to live with freedom from that now."

George's Durance wasn't the panoptic on some — indeed he was the one doing the watching more often than not — but the look of sympathy he gives her is still genuine, still born of familiarity.
abhorrently: (breath.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

Some of the guard eases at that - it can't be helped, seeing that.

"I'm sorry that you know anything of it at all."
notinflictthem: (Gray)

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-19 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
A small nod, now that he knows he has it all the right way around in his head.

"And the Village was worse than being a P.O.W in Korea?"

He decides tactfully to not mention the instance he was technically an American prisoner of war and got four Oreos for his trouble.
abhorrently: (camp.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
There's a clever response that dies in her throat when she feels him bite, the jolt that goes through her erasing it completely. Instead of wit, she's a little breathless, and he'll feel how she presses into him at that. Not her fault he narrowed in on a weak point.

"Ah- never did."

She's not above asking him to do it again, if she has to.
notinflictthem: (Bethune)

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-19 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
The only thing better than exchanging banter in an intimate moment is making it so that your conversation partner can't banter back.

"Maybe should've done it before I got to you, I might be about to void the warranty on these," and his teeth graze the point where her ear attaches to her head, nosing against her jaw.

"You are lovely, aren't you?"
tisnotthehouse: (guarded)

Farmhouse

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-03-19 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
A few days after Tarantulas is suddenly moved into one of Arthur's spare bedrooms, he manages to make it down to the kitchen by himself, albeit with the help of his spider's legs braced against the floor and wall. His arms are occupied with his daughter, holding her close to his chest with the assistance of a cloth sling wrapped around his neck.

He sits down heavily at the kitchen table, covering his eyes for a moment with a pained groan before finally collecting himself enough to look over Arthur and greet him with a tired, "Good morning."
abhorrently: (light.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-19 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm the sorceress, but you're the one being enchanting."

Easy to turn her head, to brush another kiss across his lips, to bestow them between her phrases.

"Can't decide - if I want you to speak - or just kiss you."

At some point she's going to have to consider if there's a real rule against encounters like this, or just common courtesy. But that's something for later her to worry about, and not the her who is currently on the kiss him side of things. Who knows when something like this might happen again?
twelveghosts: (pic#15997486)

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-19 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Good-" The outrage is obvious and immediate, and yet... Angel's not wrong. He is useful in this capacity. It's why he was able to actually make a difference in various investigations. Why he was involved in the testing of the actual foolproof methods of spirit detection for the layman.

His hackles smooth back down at the man's relief though, and he nods hesitantly. "It's...easier here. Like everything's quieter. I can...feel people, at a distance sometimes, but I don't get anything off you, just sitting here. I can't hear whatever is wrong with this place." A hand runs over the close crop of his hair in an idle motion. "What's the god here?"
twelveghosts: (Default)

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-19 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, the camaraderie of finding another "just a normal guy that's going through so much supernatural bullshit".

Passing by Leon into the tavern, Dennis hesitates a moment to step inside, with the volume of the voices he can hear in there. There are so many people... Petulantly, he grimaces at the crowd from the doorway, surveying it to see where he might be able to make his way around to avoid touching any of them even by accident.

"Man, if I don't lean into the psychic shit I am unskilled labor at best." Something he clearly knows from experience. "I'll see what I can do though. I'll shovel shit if it gets me outta this place."
tisnotthehouse: (spider mouth)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-03-19 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to let you fall," Tarantulas scoffs. "You're perfectly safe. Let's just get you home..."

It only takes him a moment to get his bearings. He's quite familiar with Pumpkin Hollow's rooftops by now, for both legitimate reasons and...otherwise. Once he's carefully lowered Chris to the ground in front of their own front porch, he transforms, peering at them with worried eyes.

"Perhaps I should stay for a while," he suggests uncertainly. "I don't want that thing coming after you again while you're already unwell."
Edited 2024-03-19 14:44 (UTC)
secondbestcloak: (Default)

At the Oak & Iron

[personal profile] secondbestcloak 2024-03-19 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The young woman who approaches his table is small and slightly built, with distinctly pointed ears and a look of both anxiety and curiosity, with the curiosity currently winning.

"E-excuse me, sir," she says, "are you Anders? I, I saw your note on the board..."
batteryacid: (C)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-03-19 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Funnily enough, right before you and the latest batch of newcomers showed up, I joked about getting another Eddie here. And hoping it wouldn't be a nickname for Edward, since that's my full name." Eddie grins. "I welcome you, fellow Eddie. If that's what you'd like to be called."
lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (guarded)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-03-19 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, making a noise of agreement. He'll never take modern conveniences for granted again. If he lives here long enough, surely they will be reinvented. Surely.

"String. That's clever of you. You inspire me to be more mindful of resources." Another thing he's taken for granted.

His attention shifts suddenly to the tracks. The train is still too far away for Edgar to hear it yet, but Erik can. "Our train will arrive soon. You wouldn't mind talking with me a little on the ride up, would you? The last journey I took on this train was terribly unpleasant."
pineapplesalmon: (a quick suggestion)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-19 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, if we're both going for the same thing, makes sense for us to go along together. I'd appreciate someone with a good eye for these sorts of things."

César pauses for a moment, then grabs a bean and focuses on it until it sprouts, then holds it up so the little leaves are on top. "... I keep forgetting which way they go myself, but make sure the bean is in this orientation. You can keep this one next to you for an example."

Then, he grabs a stick that he's sharpened. "Basically dig a shallow little hole for the seed with this stick", put the bean in, and then cover it. I've already moistened the soil in the pots. If we get through these, and you're still up for more, we can make some more little pots for them."
thedayisyoung: (ive never met this man in my life)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-03-19 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Anders gives a wave. "No, no, you're alright. It was a... a bad joke." He's not bitter, you're bitter. Quick, change the subject. "That levitation of yours, that was quite clever. Are you a mage, or...?" If he's doing it in the open, it must be okay to discuss.
thedayisyoung: (lil smile)

Toy Drive

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-03-19 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Anders has also been pretty quiet while hand-sewing some little dolls, but he can't help but be impressed by the expert whittler.

"Those are beautiful," he remarks. "I take it you've been doing that a long time."
spaghettification: (laughter)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-03-19 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are no mages and no magic in my world. I am an astrophysicist."

And he's doing it in the open because this world, while curious, hasn't seen fit to shame him for it.
hate_gettin_older: (we belong to the tail)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-19 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something in Gaeta's tone of voice there, something Edgar can't put his finger on but he knows what it means: this is a guy who's used to dealing with people who might not want to talk about their past.

"Well," he says, his voice lowering too, and pauses for a moment.

"The Earth I came from froze over when I was a baby. Only life left on the planet was in this huge train, built to go all around the world and never stop. Folks who paid to get on the train, they were Front. Us who got on by lottery, we were Tail."
cacophonish: MISC, B&W (misc09)

looking for group

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-19 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Here comes a young man, who-- if we're being frank-- absolutely does not look combat ready. But he's smiling as he floats on over (not literally floating, which must be specified given, you know, magic and all), and he seems to be about 70% connected to reality right now, so that's got to count for something, right?

"Heeey... You're like the fifth dude I've asked this, but, um, are you Anders?"
hate_gettin_older: (peer)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-19 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not really." He scratches absently at the back of his head. "Scientists, is what they always used to say. The world was getting too hot and they thought they could fix it but they pushed it too far the other way or some shite."