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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] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-31 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
César doesn't laugh at Dimitri, even though he's a bit amused at how awed Dimitri is to see the horse. There's a deeper and sadder reason behind it, isn't there?

One brown eye faces the newcomer, and she sniffs the hand for a moment before nuzzling her muzzle right into it, making César chuckle and nod. "Go ahead. I wouldn't let her meet a stranger if I didn't trust her to behave. She let me ride her the first day I got her."
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh fuck there's a scream, why's Dennis screaming, what's happening, now Jeff's screaming, startled, by the suddenness of it all. As Dennis starts to go down, Jeff sort of stumbles and trips over his own legs in a panicky, uncoordinated flail of too-long limbs, letting go of the other man in the process. At least he lands on his hands and knees. He'll take scraped palms over a damaged guitar any day.

"Whoa fuck what the fuck!" His heart feels like it's trying to leap up through his throat. Fuck. Breathe, Jeff. He twists himself into a sitting position and looks at Dennis, concern knitting at his brows. "What just-- are you okay, man?"
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[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-03-31 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)

"That makes no sense... why wouldn't the men have to help too?" Remnant isn't entirely without gender roles, but they're definitely not the same as other worlds'. "I-I mean dad didn't cook much when things were bad, but that was... different. Things were... he wasn't doing so great. That's why Yang cooked. And we ate a lot of canned stuff."

There's a reason Ruby once told Weiss that using enough salt can make anything taste better. Both Yang's cooking and cheap canned stuff could be... hit and miss.

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[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-03-31 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)

"No freaking kidding. The cursed island is situation enough for me. Being stuck on a ship sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen. Like, I'm pretty sure I had a case pop up set on a ship once. Classification:" she pops a morsel into her mouth and chews as she thinks, then swallows, "Ocean - hunger."

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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-03-31 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil nods a little, and when he speaks, his tone is solemn. "The ocean is a desert with its life underground, and a perfect disguise above. Under the cities lies a heart made of ground, but the humans will give no love."

Which would be a lot more profound if he wasn't quoting 1970's song lyrics.
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-31 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Dennis is left alone, under the watchful eyes of the goddesses.
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-31 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Zivia's eyes widen at the flicker, but she doesn't comment on it.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I could manage a motorcycle or a horse. Though I do love the idea of being a little old lady on a motorcycle. Leather jacket, helmet, knitting basket ..."
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[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-03-31 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)

At first, Alice nods with somewhat real, somewhat mock seriousness as she says, with the same split tone: "Deep." And then, after a beat and a look of 'wait a fucking second', "...dude did you just quote folk rock at me in the most dead serious tone you could?"

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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-03-31 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you telling me this is a strategy you would not employ, given the appropriate circumstances? That you haven't slipped song lyrics into conversation just to see if the other person would catch it? That it does not bring you a sadistic joy to have someone think you're referencing some 'proper' poet instead of some guy with four chords and the truth? I'm disappointed, if that's the case."
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-31 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)

She doesn't say anything for a minute. She has to process the idea that River deserved it, look at it, and discard it as false. And then she has to handle the thought that Tara thinks she did. And work out why. Ryja is... Well, she would be the first to admit she cheats a bit when it comes to understanding others. She's had to learn a lot, very fast.

Her voice comes out in the accent of the Viera, distinct and unlike her usual tone. "You used everyone. You used Erik, and River, and Sally, and more. You are trespasser not just to me, but to all. You slip through the gates with clever words that are mostly true, and a face you think is real enough." She swallows, shuts her eyes, and lets out a breath, slowly. "But you do not place yourself with them. You place yourself above them, beyond them. You are a clan of one, Tarantulas."

Now she turns to look at Dawn. To see her face, and let Dawn see hers, unmasked. "But a clan of one cannot raise a child." She tilts her head, slightly, ears mimicking the motion. "You cannot be trespasser to her, too."

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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A small giggle at the adorable mental image. "Vespas are a bit easier to handle, don't really get up to the speeds where things get dangerous. But..." Ava gestures to their surroundings, not like that's an option here either. And then sneezes again.

She groans. "Probably should get inside somewhere," if Zivia has any suggestions.
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-31 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gesundheit," Zivia says again. "We're not too far from the Oak & Iron? I mean, it's a small town, we're not too far from anywhere really, but the Oak & Iron is where I'm staying right now ..."

She tips her head in that direction, by way of invitation.
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[personal profile] prince_of_beasts 2024-03-31 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Worry deepens to concern. Dimitri searches Darcy's face. He doesn't understand. If he has to be here, brought to yet another strange land, he's just glad to see his brother -- glad Darcy is here, and not in the clutches of Malin's ilk.

"It's alright. I'm here. I'm -- let's get somewhere quieter -- " Dimitri starts to steer Darcy towards the edge of the square, where they won't be in full view of anyone and everyone. "I'm real. Please -- please look at me."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She's quiet for awhile, still trembling, waiting for her thoughts to feel less fuzzy and scattered. Waiting for her energy to return, but she feels so drained.

"My. Phasing. Was caused by an accident, when I was young. It's been slowly killing me. Spent decades... trying to find a cure. On the ship, it... it. Couldn't." Ava winces, burying her face against Fever's shoulder. Like this, there's no pretense in trying to appear stronger than she is. "Couldn't kill me there. But now I... it's been two years. Since Janet. Stabilized me." Two years of molecular decay catching up all at once, and she has no idea how much longer she even has. Without Bill here to run tests and monitor it.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-31 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"He does have a certain effect on people, but you were there for him when others couldn't be."

When Tiamat was in control, when they were in the memory...

"Don't shortsell yourself."
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-03-31 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aw, thank you," chirps Nimona, pressing a paw to her chest as she bats her eyelashes at Edgar.

She drops the act pretty quick, though, as she turns a circle in Edgar's lap so she can give Max her full attention. "Okay, in Nepeta's defense, I bet wasn't just sex. It was probably all sorts of romance stuff. Trolls have, like, a bajillion different things that count as romance." A pause. "Ooooor just four things, whatever, anyway -- she was probably also tracking really tight friendships, mortal enemies, this three-party relationship where one person's gotta stop the other two from killing each other..." She shrugs. "I'd need a gigantic love wall too if I was into that stuff. And it wasn't just you! It was everybody on the ship!"

That... probably does not make it better, Nimona.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-03-31 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Valdis tips her head, watching him in silence as she takes another sip of wine, and then another, and one more before replying.

"I don't think any gods are good. They just are, like the rest of us. They do good things, and bad things. They help people, they hinder people. Powers aside, they are essentially the same as those who worship them."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I live quite a bit out from town now," Ava replies. Perks of having farmland. Because the Oak & Iron had been far too crowded when she arrived, it was difficult to get comfortable. But visiting again now that she's not expected to actually live there... isn't as stressful. And Darcy is a cook there, isn't she? So it feels like friendly territory.

So she nods in agreement at the invitation. "So do you actually knit, or was that purely an old lady joke?"
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-31 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She starts walking, slowly until Ava falls into step with her.

"Purely an old lady joke. Never got the hang of knitting or crocheting. But I figure I've got at least ten years before I can qualify as an old lady, maybe fifteen, so there's time to learn yet."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She keeps up alongside on the short journey.

"I've met some that are thousands of years old that look younger than me. And people always mistake my husband for at least a decade more than he is..." Ava glances over. "So I never like to presume. But that's a shame. I was hoping maybe somebody could help me out with... maybe a sweater or something."

She's still wearing whatever plain garments she arrived in. Which she has no problem with, doesn't prioritize fashion. But she does want something comfier.
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-03-31 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
A rueful smile. "Sorry. Wish I could, it'd be all kinds of useful here. Are you cold?"
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[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-31 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
On his knees, Dennis hyperventilates for several seconds, only dimly aware that at least he wasn't just completely floored by the contact. It was still too fucking much all at once, and he has to deliberately stop himself and suck in a huge breath to fight back the dizziness.

"Don'touchme," he murmurs even before Jeff can start to move" his palms both pressed over his eyes. "Fucking Christ..."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-03-31 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"A little," Ava admits. "Not used to seasons other than perpetually sunny anymore..."

But mostly it's the comfort. "Want something soft." She's hurting, and her favorite outfits for curling up in are long gone.
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-03-31 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay..." He holds up his hands to show that no touching will occur. "Um."

Awkward sileeeence...

"So. Whaaaat, um. Happened? You okay? Are we... cool?"
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[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-03-31 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Anders chuckles at this. "No, no, you're fine! It's actually sort of similar for me."

He lifts a hand and looks down at it, watching as a spark of lightning jumps between his fingers the way one might roll a coin across one's knuckles. Somehow performing a bit of magic makes describing it easier in the moment; the words come to mind more easily. "My magic comes from the Fade, or I think I've heard it described here as the Beyond. It's another reality that coexists with ours. The world of spirits and dreams. A metaphysical space tied inextricably to this one from which magic originates. There's a very thin veil between this world and the Fade, but it takes some... abstract thinking and the right sort of connection to do it. But then all you have to do is---" He flips his hand over and grabs the lightning in a fist.