pumpkinhollow: (Default)
pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_memes2024-03-08 12:39 pm
Entry tags:

TDM #5 - Paradesium

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette March Issue

[Find our plain text version here!]

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.

Page 1

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?"

-------------------

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!

twelveghosts: (pic#15997482)

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-03-31 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
If crickets exist out here there's totally crickets happening.

Dennis lays back on the ground, ignoring the prodding of dead underbrush in his spine.

"Short answer: psychic bullshit. I can see the shit that you remember. I don't know what the fuck I just saw though."
cacophonish: MOPI (set1-00043)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-04-01 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah," Jeff nods serenely, as if he doesn't need any more explanation than that. "Makes sense."

Like this is all totally normal and he's heard it before. (He hasn't.) He points to his head.

"Everything's kind of fucked. Like a kaleidoscope or something." A beat. "Sorry." For sharing.

Note to self: don't touch the psychic.
Edited 2024-04-01 00:13 (UTC)
tehilim127_1: (Default)

[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-04-01 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahh." She sighs. "If we were in my area I'd have so many things I could lend you -- sweaters, shawls, fleeces ... I'm still getting used to only having what I woke up in. Well, we can fix the cold at least in a minute, they usually have a fire on."

And she tilts her chin at Oak & Iron, already visible from their position.
cacophonish: MOPI (scene109201)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-04-01 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Is it possible for Jeff to get any more excited? Anders is about to learn that the answer is a resounding YES.

Because.

Because...

The Fade. It sounds a whole lot like the Gift-- or, like, what his grandparents' generation called it: the Aether. That plane of reality overlaid on the material world like tracing paper, built on magic and possibility and abstraction. Where it-- where Ziggy came from.

Are they from the same world, in different times? Or are their respective magics pulled from the same source?

"Fuck..." he whispers, awestruck, as he watches Anders play with lightning itself. "That sounds... really familiar."

A beat. Okay. Time to swallow back the reverence and hit Anders with puppylike excitement again. "Dude! Can you teach me how to do that? My shit's mostly, like--" He wiggles his fingers at his head. "Mental, illusions or whatever. I mean, I can start fires, but that's kids stuff, you know?"
twelveghosts: (pic#15997480)

[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-04-01 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Felt like...synesthesia." He's pretty sure that's the word for it, anyway. He lurches upright with the back of his hand against his mouth, sweat beading in his forehead.

"Anyway don't fucking look at the water. Shit's trying to eat people."
decohere: (Default)

[personal profile] decohere 2024-04-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Wasn't ever... into shopping much," Ava admits. Because going into stores meant being seen. Which generally wasn't advised as a fugitive of the state. And with a very obvious condition that'd instantly draw attention.

Other option was stealing, but she tried to keep the petty theft to a minimum, focus mostly on what she needed to survive. She's not sure what the justice system is like here, but she has no intentions of getting on anyone's radar.

"But the ship I came from, endless options. All free. Now I'm... not actually sure how to budget. Want to make sure I have enough, in case of an emergency." Spending on clothing seems a little frivolous when they have so little.

By the time they reach the Oak & Iron, she is shivering just a bit, hands tucked up under the cuffs of her sleeves. She's really looking forward to that fire.
tehilim127_1: (hmmm)

[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-04-01 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you're one of the folks that came from the ship? I've been hearing a little about it."

Once inside, Zivia makes a beeline for the seats near the fire in the common room. She doesn't sit, though, but instead gestures Ava to a chair. "You get warmed up, I'll see if I can find you a hot drink. Any preference?"
decohere: (Default)

[personal profile] decohere 2024-04-01 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Part of her regrets it, identifying herself such a way. Giving information that might trace right back to her involvement on the ship. She fidgets a bit. "What have you heard?"

She takes a seat, thankful for the warmth and the lack of particles in the air irritating her sinuses. "Ah, any type of tea. ... Actually, mint, if they have it." Maximilien's favorite.
tehilim127_1: (Default)

[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-04-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a lot, just that a whole lot of people came from there in a short time. I only heard about it because someone asked if I was from there too. Mint if they've got it, right. Be right back."

She's gone a little longer than it might take to procure a mug of tea. The reason becomes clear when she comes back with the tea, a little crock of honey, and a hastily folded blanket tucked under one arm.

"Not a sweater," she says with a crooked smile, "but it's soft, at least."
closureisformovies: (attitude)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)

Scoff, "Do I seem like the kind of girl who would ever waste such beautiful opportunities? I once used a Fall Out Boy lyric to flirt and they didn't figure it out until it was too late. But no one ever fires back. You lot are going to make me up my game."

tisnotthehouse: (noisemaze 2)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-04-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Dawn squeaks slightly, attracted by the movement of Ryja's bobbing bunny ears. But the sound Tarantulas makes is more of a pained gasp, an exhalation a man might make after being stabbed in the back. He would, in fact, have preferred that; it would be so much easier to recover from.

(Is this Ryja's power at work, he wonders? Seeing different branches of their conversation, pinpointing the exact things to affect him most even though she can't possibly know the full context? If so, it's terribly unfair -- and yet, he cannot say it's any less than he deserves.)

But still he objects: "I won't," he says, holding Dawn close to his chest. Gently and carefully despite the way she's started to wiggle and reach for Ryja; precocious child that she is, she's already developed the habit of grabbing at the things that interest her, like the fur on her father's neck and chin. "I could never. She's mine, can't you tell? Flesh of my flesh, s-spark." He has to stop and clear a throat that wants to choke itself closed and thus hold back words that should have been a source only of joy, not more pain. "Spark of my spark," he finally mutters, looking down at Dawn so he won't see Ryja's face. "I cut my soul in two to have her. I'd do it again. How could I give her anything less?"
thedayisyoung: (lil smile)

[personal profile] thedayisyoung 2024-04-01 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Anders breathes a laugh. "Well, where I come from, it's genetic. But if your magic and mine are similar enough, I'd be glad to."
nothingbadeverhappensto: (distance)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-01 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well." Leon shrugs, punctuating the gesture with a sip of his own drink. "The lady in white? That's Mortanne, the local goddess of death - and you know what they say about gods and mysterious ways."

The delivery of that last bit is very flat and very unimpressed in a way that makes it pretty clear that Leon would like some clearer instructions as well.

"There's a guy I talked to, Angel, who seems pretty close with her, though. The impression I got from him is that we're here to help the town out with the whole 'stuck in an isolated bubble where death doesn't work right' thing. How any of us are supposed to do that, I have no idea, but it's something, at least."
not_a_traitor: (pensive)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-04-01 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither have I," he says, a twist of cynicism in his voice. "If the gods really are out there, they have a frakked-up sense of humor."

Four years of searching, four years of signs and portents that almost, almost made Gaeta think something more might be guiding them... and then, well. So much for that.

"But I'm glad probability eased up on you. On both of us," he adds. "It wasn't that we weren't allowed booze, it's just that we couldn't get any. No supplies except what we could make, or what we had on hand four years ago. The coffee I was drinking before this? It wasn't so much 'coffee' as 'water with some stims and burnt algae in it.' Anything's an improvement."
not_a_traitor: (hm?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-04-01 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"...I don't remember that part of the Scrolls," mutters Gaeta, an ironic tinge to the words. "That would have been an interesting twist."

Strange enough that there's an afterlife to begin with. If Gaeta had woken up in a fairy castle after his execution, he would've thought he'd lost his mind. Maybe that he was still on the Demetrius, or Raptor 718 --

He slams the brakes on that thought before it goes any further.
hate_gettin_older: (smirk)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-04-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar snorts at that; Scrolls isn't familiar to him, but it translates well enough.

"Yeah," he goes on in unconscious echo of Gaeta's thoughts, "thought I'd gone fuckin mad the first time, din't I. Weirdest damn thing to get used to, but by the time I got here it just felt like ... all right, here's the next one, let's have it then."
decohere: (Default)

[personal profile] decohere 2024-04-01 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ava doesn't particularly pay too much mind to how long she's gone as she rubs at her sore arms and legs, though her eyes widen when she returns. "Oh, thank you," she takes the unexpectedly welcome blanket gratefully, taking a moment to unfold it enough to drape around her shoulders and across her lap. She leaves enough of her arms exposed so that she can freely take the mug as well, inhaling the sentimental scent. And sighs out.

"Never realize how much rest I need until I finally sit down," Ava admits. "But yes, quite a few of us. Still missing a lot of... friends I care about. It's been hard not to worry, but this is a chance at a new sort of life. That I didn't think I'd actually get."
prince_of_beasts: (middle distance)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses (CRAU)

[personal profile] prince_of_beasts 2024-04-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
1. familiar tongue
Here's an unfamiliar face: a young man, blond, broad-shouldered, passing through the streets with a nervous, stalking gait.

"Oh -- hello -- pardon m -- " he begins. At the sound of his own voice, his eyes snap wide. " -- me -- Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he mutters, more to himself, " -- make your acquaintance -- " low and rapid, "Goddess protect and guide Your servant -- "

He clamps a hand over his mouth, muffling a sob.

2. familiar breath
Have you ever seen someone so deliriously happy to be sat in a patch of grass?

Dimitri's found an untamed patch of thicket by the side of the road, where he's crouched on his hands and knees to peer intently into a shrub. Occasionally he brushes a stem aside with the backs of his knuckles, but for the most part he's happy searching for ... whatever he's searching for. Despite the chilling mid-March breeze, he's wearing a light shirt with no coat.

If anyone approaches, his head snaps up. "My apologies. Am I in your way?"

3. familiar faces (crau)
And when he spots anyone he knows, he bounds forward, calling out their name. "You're here! Are you alright? How have you been -- who else made it?"

wildcard. DM me here, or find me on Discord at bird1312!
notinflictthem: (Fleming)

2

[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-04-01 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
In a high pitched voice, clearly voicing the plant-

"Oh stop it! I hate the breeze on my stem!"

When Dimitri turns around, there's a jovial looking doctor, tall and brightly dressed, already grinning at his own joke.

"Y'know you'd have a better time foraging for berries if you picked a plant with fruit?"
spaghettification: (startled)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-04-01 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Are the colonies spaced in a disc, thirty degrees apart, as the zodiac constellations are? Or is it all a bit more metaphorical?"

A pause. "And do you feel less alone, knowing they're out there? I'm from before humans colonized other star systems. Our lunar colony failed. Catastrophically."
spaghettification: (eyebrow)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-04-01 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I was exposed directly to a micro black hole, and it had lasting effects." He shrugs, as if that's the sort of thing that just happens.
stonecoldtop: (gaze)

familiar tongue

[personal profile] stonecoldtop 2024-04-01 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
He should leave well enough alone, as a general rule George doesn't get on with others who escaped the same place as he and Gilbert, and that seems to be what happened to the strange blond fellow despite the lack of most of the hallmarks of the Lost.

But he's intrigued despite himself, and he doesn't like leaving people in apparent distress.

So he approaches, keeping his bearing as soft and friendly as carved marble will allow.

"Excuse me young man, are you alright?"
spaghettification: (the thinker)

[personal profile] spaghettification 2024-04-01 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I might not be missed, yet. Hardly anyone knows me here."

He strokes his chin thoughtfully, like he's making a serious consideration of soupification. Spaghetti soup.
astrogator: (pic#15819321)

[personal profile] astrogator 2024-04-01 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
She takes that in. Four years without access to normal resupply. It's hard for her to imagine how a ship could keep flying under those conditions, or how it could have happened in the first place. Catastrophic L-space astrogation error could do it, but that would be making far too many assumptions.

'I'm sorry,' she settles on. 'That must have been... I cant imagine how you ended up so far out, but it's to your credit, and your ship's, that you survived it, and you deserve all the booze and coffee you want now.' Tayrey chews on her lower lip. 'I'm aware,' she says carefully, 'that anything I have to say about provisioning you'll already be painfully conscious of, but I suspect some of the people here, at least, are complacent about it.' Some from the prison ship. The locals know enough about isolation and self-sufficiency that she's hoping they have better sense. 'I've already started building up private stores and I'd recommend doing the same.'
graveling: (backache)

2

[personal profile] graveling 2024-04-01 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
The footsteps behind Dimitri are odd, in that they're not paired with breathing sounds. Heavy, plodding steps. When Dimitri suddenly turns to look at him, Angel raises both hands, empty, in the universal 'I'm harmless, or at least unarmed' gesture that needs no words.

"No, I just...are you looking for something?" His voice, a rumble. He does not seem to be blinking. At all.