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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!

be_seeing_you: (disappointed dad)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-21 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is your specialty, not mine."

He almost thinks he's gotten away with it and then...

"No. I wasn't. I was"--he clears his throat--"undergoing my own challenges. But, the man who did it all desired me and used them all by proxy. I cannot say I had no hand in it."
notinflictthem: (Gray)

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-21 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment Hawkeye genuinely thinks he's misunderstood. But no, Peter is genuinely arguing that-

"So what- because this guy had a thing for redheads, that makes it your fault? Peter- if a kid gets shot and I can't save them on the operating table, is that my fault? Did I put the kid there? Did I get him shot? Or is it the fault of the brass who started the whole damn thing to begin with?"
300kgbackpack: (Bowed)

[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-03-21 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam resolutely shoves a slightly too-large hunk of bread into his mouth, eyes down on the toes of the cheaper boots that he's been wearing in place of his much nicer boots. Can't lie to 'em if his mouth is full!
abhorrently: (yet.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-21 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I hardly know you enough to say if I trust you."

That can be corrected with time, though, and following her own impulses. Kissing the corner of his mouth, the line of his jaw, finding where the strongest pulse beats in his neck and resisting all urges to simply bite down. Old instincts, but a gentle nip can't be bad, if she kisses afterwards to soothe the sting away, working her way down his neck like so.
hate_gettin_older: (mild concern)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-21 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno yet." He looks around the place, as though trying to imagine it as a permanent home. "Never really had what you might call a job before, 'cept for a couple months washing dishes at a cafe that a friend of mine was running. Seems like it might be good to try a little bit of everything, find out what I'm good at."
hate_gettin_older: (innocent)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-21 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, course," he says innocently, and if there's amusement glinting in his own eyes too, who's to say why. "But, you know, just seems like a lot of work for just one person to handle."
be_seeing_you: (look to the future)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-21 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nor any of us." There's humor in his voice in reaction to their grumble.

"You're right. I haven't. I would be a poor teacher if I didn't finish the lessons."

He pauses a moment, almost leaving it there. But, if being on that ship taught him anything, it's to speak his heart in the moment or potentially regret it later.

"Ava and I will have our farm house on the edge of the field. We'll plant apple trees. When they ripen, I'd like you to have first pick of them if only to make something delicious to share. But that will be a while yet. You'll visit, won't you?"
pineapplesalmon: (pleased)

I appreciate the flirt to ship pipeline Apollo has going

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-21 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Woah give it a little more time!

César's been dying to show someone with a more romantic outlook what he's planning, and he's finally found someone that fits the bill. He pulls a little slip of carefully folded paper out of his shirt pocket and unfolds it.

On it is commission for a necklace. On one side are vertical waveforms drawn parallel to each other. On the back in descending letters is マグネ. The clasp has magnetic closures.

"There's meaning behind the waves I'll skip, but the other is her name in Japanese. It's less a romantic gift and more a gift for her." César knows it's likely the first piece of fine jewelry she'll ever own.
saltwaterlungs: (Black Sea)

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-03-21 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will," there's no pause to think, "of course."

Like a sailor jettisoned from a sinking ship, they'll cling onto anything they can find. Peter and Ava will inevitably form the centre of this little raft, and they're grateful to have them, really, honestly. It's better than most get. Better than they used to have.

"I'll visit," they repeat, quietly.
saltwaterlungs: (Tasman Sea)

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-03-21 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll vouch for your sainthood when we get out," and honestly it's not much of a joke.

"The Pope should take the fact you've already died so many times to mean you get to be one when you're still alive."
graveling: (bombastic sideeye)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-22 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a good few hours walk back to town from this deep in. I don't think I could get there and back before nightfall, unfortunately."

Angel turns his head to look at Apollo, uncertain. That's...a big thing he's feeling, almost like when he was with Mortanne in his dream. Intense. Muchness.

"What are you?"
graveling: (Default)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-22 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Naw. I see the cracks in you, they look like mine. It's not unique."

And he's not going to do the thing everyone does, tell her she's not broken. He knows how bitter he gets (and how much he swallows that bitterness) over people doing similar to him.
theresalwaystheview: (cheeky)

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-03-22 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps it could be set up in a shelter of its own up on the bluffs," he suggests, moving to walk along with Siebren while they talk. "Like an observatory, on a much smaller scale."
yournewsidekick: (cat: crouching)

[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-22 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

Abruptly, there's a pile of cat sitting in Edgar's lap, as Nimona shifts and moves with her usual uncanny speed. She plants her front paws on his chest and gets right up in his face. "Ed. No freaking out. We're good."

(She's taken up the purring again, as loud as she can.)

yournewsidekick: (i'm a lot of things)

[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Nimona flicks her ears in acknowledgement, allowing herself a second to grin in a way no panther would. Then she's sprinting right behind as they follow the scent.

Little by little, it grows stronger. As it does, Nimona slows, dropping into the half-crouched slink of a cat stalking its prey. Her pupils dilate as she tries to take in every inch of the scene in front of them.

Ahead of them: the soft crunch of leaves.
maximumcake: (pic#14146323)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2024-03-22 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Max leans his shoulder against Edgar's and squeezes his hand. "You're doing really great. Just remember to take a breath, okay? She's right, we're good. It's all good. We'll be there and off again before you know it."
yournewsidekick: (cat: crouching)

[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-22 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"She'd better fucking be," says Nimona, still in that sullen mutter -- but her fur smooths down, and, with the imperiousness of all cats across all universes, she headbutts Darcy's hand to get him into prime scritching spot behind the ears.

"And... yeah. We're not controlled, we're not trapped, there's clouds -- ugh, I never thought I'd miss clouds so bad. Still enough weirdos to make it worth sticking around, too."
be_seeing_you: (conversational)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-22 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"How is it you can do that? If you don't mind my asking? Magic of some kind I assume."
be_seeing_you: (conversational)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-22 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie is a good man. A gentleman and a scholar.

"Would you?" Number 6 says when Eddie offers to lend him that very helpful book. "I'd be much obliged. I promise to keep it in the best condition."

He nods about the sending stones and pulls one from his pocket. He keeps it near at all times in case Ava needs him. "I admit I may be calling you a lot at the start. I want this to go well. It has been something of a dream for me and my wife to start this orchard. She's in poor health and I want to give her something to focus her attention on."
be_seeing_you: (what's up there)

[personal profile] be_seeing_you 2024-03-22 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, no. This is different," he attempts to argue. Although, the ways in which the situations differ are making themselves difficult to communicate.

"But, if a man can be said to have a nemesis, then this one was mine. No one else should have been involved."
not_a_traitor: (can you hear me now?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-03-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Personally? he almost repeats, dumbfounded, like his brain's so empty all he can do is echo back the last thing he heard. On the one hand, a seemingly impossible act rooted in a firmly scientific basis is much easier to deal with than everyone talking about magic and curses and who the frak knows what else. On the other...

"As complete an explanation as you're willing to give, sir," he says.

His smile's grown. Bewildered as he might be, Gaeta still looks like a rapt student about to take a seat in a lecture hall.
not_a_traitor: (pensive)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-03-22 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Gaeta exhales a curse between his teeth, even as something in his heart leaps in recognition.

(Among other things: it's the first time he's heard someone mention Earth and not begun to wax rhapsodic about how beautiful it is. It's a odd relief, like someone finally breaking character after sustaining an unfunny joke for too long.)

"I don't think I can say I'm glad to meet someone else from a frakked-up planet," he says. "But... I've been there. I'm sorry."
hate_gettin_older: (gasp)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-03-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"'M all right," he says, and it feels like a gasp, like he's coming up from deep water. He clutches at Max's hand, and his other hand settles into Nimona's fur, and he shuts his eyes tight for a long beat and then opens them again.

Slower: "'M all right. It's not ... bad."

And it isn't; nothing about this feels bad. It's just intense, almost overwhelming, the rumble and sway of memory deeper than pain or rage or loss. Home, says that feeling without words, home, home, home.
listenforbirdsong: (sad)

[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-03-22 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly." Mairi takes a deep breath, letting the energy of life fill her lungs. She puts her hands out in front of her, seeming to sort of... feel the air.

"There are a lot of different ways to experience magic. But at least to me, it's like... a river. A great, wide river, flowing gently but powerfully with energy. And to do magic I just reach into the current and---" Pulling her hands toward herself, she uses Shape Water to pull moisture directly out of the air, as if plucking an orb of water from nothing.

"What I want you to do to start is to just... sit. And breathe. And try to feel it. And when you think you've found it, I'll pass you this and have you try to keep its shape. Sound good?"
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2024-03-22 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Erin sweeps a playful bow. "You give the orders, and I'll get it done. I might need some strict verbal instruction if you wanna see a giant woman, I'm pretty fuckin' blind. There are zero eyeballs in my skull and there's supposed to be two."