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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] notinflictthem 2024-03-30 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawkeye huffs lightly, "if he's tall and likes Chinese food and walks on the beach, I might be in love."

Kind eyes, huh. Should be easy enough to find.

"If a guy with curly blonde hair and a Boston accent so strong you could butter toast with it shows up, do the same for me, yeah? Goes by Trapper John. He's my best friend."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-30 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon isn't wholly sure what to make of any of that, frowning thoughtfully as he takes it in. He's no philosopher or anything like that, but it does ring kinda familiar from his churchgoing days. False prophets promising the world, but at what cost? That kind of thing always made Leon feel a little weird for reasons he couldn't put his finger on, but the way Drelasa tells it this is something much more pressing than any of that.

"Sounds serious," he says, and it feels like an understatement. "So Shor's the one who set the creation of your world in motion, and the Poison Song wants to - end it? Freeze it in place?"
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-30 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ Leon blinks, owlishly, and says absolutely nothing for a very long moment while he processes that. On the one hand, sure, that wouldn't be the weirdest fucking thing he's heard this week!

On the other, that has some grand, terrifying implications that Leon isn't sure he has the capacity to grapple with. It's one thing to run into Mortanne in another world and find out that there's a bunch of goddesses wandering around this weird island intervening in mortal affairs like it's nothing. It's another entirely to try and think about the possibility that the Greek gods could be real when he barely even believes in the God he grew up with anymore. There's conclusions to be drawn from that, but too many of them to fit in his head all at once, and they're not waiting their turns.
]

... You're not fucking with me, are you? You have to tell me if you're fucking with me, otherwise it's entrapment.
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-30 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I think we all are. After everything..."

She sees the sorrow in Ava's expression, but can't place where it might come from. Who she might be waiting for, to fill that second bedroom.

"I've heard that people do things for each other when their friends move to a new place - housewarming, they called it? I don't really know what you're supposed to do for the occasion, but if there's something the two of you need or want help with, all you need to do is say the word.
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-30 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, that sounds like a nice tradition," Ava agrees. She wouldn't know much about it, if it's one that's shared in her own world.

"I guess we were just... lamenting we lost all of our gifts and mementos, from the ship. Little things from friends and loved ones." Especially from the ones she's afraid she'll never see again. "That the place doesn't quite feel like home yet. But building new memories come in time. I think that's what we'd like."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. There are things I wish I hadn't lost." For a brief second, her expression darkens, and she feels unarmored. "When it all went to the worst, I had made sure anything I couldn't bear to give up was on my body, assuming we might lose the ship. More fool me."

But she has her memories. That's at least a minor improvement.

"Though I can't replace anything, offer's always open. All the new memories...they've got the best shot at being happier ones now."
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-30 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah!" Just the one word is packed with enthusiasm. "Like-- I dunno how it is for you, but for me, music's how I, you know, communicate with the Gift-- or magic, I mean. It's like..." He smiles dreamily. "...being part of a big fucking cosmic symphony..."

A beat. Snap out of that reverie, Jeff.

"Um. Anyway! What's it like for you? I know magic's totally different in other worlds, but like, fuck, I'm just happy to talk to another Gifted, wizard, mage, witch, you know, whatever we're called!"
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-30 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, even in the midst of spookiness and corpses in the water, Jeff's priorities are... somewhat skewed. Which is to say that he looks a little hurt and confused at getting shooed, like a semi-feral animal that doesn't understand why it can't come into the house.

"Fuck, dude, okay!" he declares. "C'mon, let's get someone--"

And, ever so innocently, he reaches to grab Dennis's hand, so they can get a move on and get the fuck away from whatever the fuck is going on in the lake. To town!
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[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-03-30 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris is making a lot of sense, and Sam kind of hates it.

"Look, before all this, I had this real nice old lady that'd fix up my boots or give me new pairs that were better than Bridges ever supplied me with. Here, I don't have that option or the money to foot that kind of trade. It's been a long damn time since it got this bad."

Meaning it's gotten that bad before.

He sighs, sinking a little on the spot. He knows he's being difficult. "...sorry. I just don't know what you want me to do here that I can actually adhere to. I can't really take days off, I got responsibilities, you know that."
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[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-30 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Dennis nods absently with the bite squirreled away into his cheek. "Felt a lot of death, felt a curse on everything, but there's layers. I can't pick apart every little fuckin' nuance of it when it's all on top of each other like that."

Another couple of bites as he comes a little bit closer to actually being sated. "Wish there was a little more clarity in all of it, man. I really hate working for people that don't know how to be upfront about this shit."
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-30 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, how much do good boots cost? Who would you go to in order to get those boots? If it's more than you can afford at the moment, maybe we can see about setting up a payment plan." Chris says with a shrug. "If the problem is that you need more help getting the job done, maybe we can set up a way to get other delivery people trained to your standards."

Chris sighs, "Or, shit. Maybe you already have an answer and you just need someone to give you the kick in the butt to do it already..." and Chris gives a demonstrative swing of their foot. "I'm good for that, too. Friends do that."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It feels silly. Because I didn't use to care much about... stuff. Things can be replaced, right? And of everything that survived, I'm glad it's the people." Even if not all of them. She has to hope that maybe they just landed in other worlds, and are fine. Instead of locked up in some human zoo.

"But there's little sentimental things I miss. Like the shells that Fio brought me back from the beach, one was the colors of the sunset. Or... Catduggy, the plush that Maximilien gave me for my birthday. Or the little pearl my friend Helena could use to track me down, and now she can't," if she's out there, somewhere, searching... "I put it on a friendship bracelet from Undine." She had sworn to herself to never take it off, even after the girl was long gone.

Ava fidgets with her hands a bit. "Or our wedding rings. I think that one is the hardest." Not just because while wearing it, it took away so much of the pain, and now it's even worse.

"But I'm happy to start over here, somewhere that... everyone can be happier, I hope."
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[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
There's something about the immediate avoidance that rankles him even more. Like Angel expects him to do more than just argue with him. Placing himself out of reach so that he can't be hurt.

Well, Angel doesn't know him. He doesn't know what kind of person Dennis was, or is. Dennis isn't a fighter, he never has been, and Angel has no way of knowing that.

"Yeah, run away," Dennis mutters, a sulky little jab before he lets himself slump against the back of the bench, his hands limp and his head back. He might actually fall asleep here, if he's left alone in the quiet long enough.
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-03-31 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You're at my clinic- I'm Hawkeye, 'm a doctor. You uh- you ate a butterfly and then Cecil dragged you in and scampered off before I could ask what happened. How're you feeling?"
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[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-03-31 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a cobbler in town, Therese, she set me up with my first pair, 50 brass. With how bad shit's slowed down I don't know that I can set up a plan in the first place and I'm not gonna put her out over that. I can swap back to those basic fuckin' boots I got here in. It's okay."

"He's not addressed the idea of having more people do what he does. He isn't going to even begin to ask that if anyone else. None of the other couriers he'd ever encountered on the road could do what he could, and he wouldn't ask it of them.

Rubbing a hand across his mouth, he instead offers, "might get a horse eventually. 'm never gonna get my bike back, but it's somethin' right? But you just keep that foot to yourself if you don't wanna get kicked back," he warns.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-31 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I will go to Therese and buy you those boots then. Since you're saving up for a horse and I don't know that your feet can take the wait." Chris sticks their tongue out at Sam. "Call it a birthday present, belated or early, whichever."

Lou takes Chris sticking their tongue out as a cue to do the same, and giggle about it.

"Also, if I really wanted to, I could be a spooky bitch and outsource kicks to the butt," Chris can't keep a straight face after that one.
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[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-03-31 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Birthday was in November," he points out. A Scorpio birthday.

Glancing over at Lou, Sam finally gets a soft smile quirking up the corner of his mouth. "Great, so I'm gonna walk around with footprints besides the handprints."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-03-31 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Compared to something like wedding rings, what she misses feels almost unimportant. Less so than something like that - and even if they could be made again, even if they had each other, it's still an important symbol. She nods in sympathy to what Ava says about it all, though, and looks back at her specifically.

"That's what I think too. I ended up going to the Temple, leaving an offering for Mortanne since she's the one who brought us here - didn't know what else to say but thank you if she swept us out of the aftermath."

Which is still foggy to her, but it's supposed to clear up in time.

"How many more are you looking for? Fio, obviously - I haven't seen or heard of her - and Maximilien would be hard to mistake. But others?"

She can keep an eye out, if nothing else.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-03-31 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Belated birthday gift, then. See, I owe you one."

Thinking of birthdays has them thinking of zodiac signs -- and then horoscopes. Chris frowns thoughtfully, trying to recall... there was something about horoscopes a while back.

Eh, it'll come to them.

"The footprints will be in just one area. I'm sure you'll adjust," Chris teases lightly. Pause. "You know I'm kidding, right?"
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
She does look confused about the Temple, of leaving offerings. "No idea who Mortanne is. I don't... Know much, about this place. I figured it's better if I stay out of things, out of the way." Because her involvement before had been bad for everyone. She had done everything wrong, worsened the conditions for everyone with her reckless actions. So it feels best that she keeps her head down, like she had planned all along.

A nod in confirmation at those names. "Helena... and Phil." She figures wherever Skulduggery is, it's with the Captain, and that they're happy enough to be away from the rest of them. "Okie. And Siffleur."

She pauses. "You...?" She doesn't know Fever well enough to presume who she was closest to.
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-31 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Gesundheit," says a nearby voice, cheerfully.
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[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-03-31 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Cecil really seems to have something against Scorpios. Maybe it wasn't on purpose, but whatever power was making some people glow or energizing others at the time, it inflicted some emotional bullshit on him that he really doesn't want to acknowledge as a thing.

Sam shifts in place, leaning against a wall nearby with his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "Yeah I know. You're not the literal ass kicking type."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ava glances up in surprise, so distracted she hadn't realized anyone was nearby to witness her sudden onset allergies.

And then promptly sneezes three more times in a row, each progressively higher pitched. She waits a moment, to ensure she's finished, and then bashfully waves her hand. "I'm okay."
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[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2024-03-31 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"To be honest, I'm.. not entirely certain what the Sharmat wants. I don't even fully understand what it is. I only knew the face and name it wore in my childhood, and the name that it wears now. It nests in the hearts of the willful but weary, a parasite masquerading as a companion."

"From what I can understand, it... it believes that the world is a lie. And not just the mortal realm, but the void of space and the distant realm of Aetherius. I've heard his followers speak of such in their trance-like fervor: 'Our eyes once were blinded, now through him do we see. Our hands once were idle, now through them does he speak. And when the world shall listen, and when the world shall see, and when the world remembers, that world will cease to be.'"

"But I think that suggests that the Sharmat believes there is a world, a true world, from which we need to be freed. It's just... I mean, it must be wrong. But it is convinced. Passionate. It acts as righteous, which makes it a far more terrifying adversary."
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-03-31 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Dancing? Oh no," Tarantulas laughs as well, hooking his arm around one of Theodor's and curling a few of his extra legs around the man's back. Off they go now, don't forget to keep an eye on your feet...

"I never quite picked up the knack. But I do consider myself something of a sculptor in my spare time...I designed this body, for instance," he says proudly. The question about the mushrooms makes him hum thoughtfully, answering, "I believe I have seen some fruiting bodies that match that description. Are they important? Odd little things, they didn't seem to quite match their surroundings..."
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