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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!

lasthumanvoice: (there goes your freedom of choice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-04-01 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
That opening has to have been intentional, right?

“So…are we more than you bargained for, yet?” It is, in all honesty, not his favorite FOB song. But it comes quickly to his mind.
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-04-01 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Imagine a mechanical goat that eats grass for you," let's hope she knows what a goat is.

And look, he's uncomfortably half-hard by now, he doesn't want to blue balls himself in asking about something that evidently she's not having a problem with. The scars are a nightmare to look at, but they are healed.

...

"Pencil me in to ask about it later?" he asks, as he heaves himself out of the spring, careful not to scrape anything delicate on the rocky surrounds.
hate_gettin_older: (hope or alarm)

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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-04-01 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dimitri?"

He breaks into a beaming grin, and into a run to meet him halfway. "Good to see you, man! Din't know anyone was still arriving --"

Too many questions to answer all of them at once, but he'll make a go at it. "I'm good, got here a few weeks ago, 's pretty good here so far. Uh, Max is here? And Nimona, and Fever, bunch of others -- think I saw Darcy -- haven't run into Dedue yet, sorry, I'm keeping an eye out."
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2024-04-01 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
While Ava arranges the blanket around herself, Zivia takes the seat opposite her and settles down with a sigh of her own. She gives a rueful smile and nod to the first thing Ava says; it's very familiar to her.

(It wasn't when she was Ava's age, though, or at least her best guess at Ava's age. She wonders if there might not be some kind of chronic illness involved.)

"Missing friends -- from the ship, you mean? I'm sorry, that sounds rough."
nothingbadeverhappensto: (concern)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-01 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon frowns thoughtfully, turning that over and over in his mind. Sounds apocalypse culty to him, but in a world where you can find and sing with the creator of the universe then that probably has much, much bigger ramifications.

"So... the world is a dream, and it's time to wake up," he says, drumming his fingertips on the table as he mulls over the idea. "I'm sure there's more to it than that, like you said, but... That does sound like a hard thing to fight."

How would you know if it were wrong? Does it matter? Leon doesn't know what to make of it, but in general he's for not ending the world, even if someone tells him that things will magically be better afterwards.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-04-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)

Ryja gives the baby a little smile. Just a small one. "Then you must learn. If you do not, you will do as you have always done. You have remade your body, reinvented yourself, but you must change." A little moment of heavy silence follows, but no room to speak. She turns the mask over in her hands, rubbing at the corners of it... Worn down, smoothed. "Five years away from my people, their ways, and yet still I must remind myself that I am the outsider too. How long have you made everyone an enemy or a tool, Tarantulas?"

"You would not do that to her, but you must not do it for her. Not again." Ryja holds the mask out to Dawn, ears forward in a small gesture of affection.

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"Mr. Jones" {AU Ianto Jones} | Torchwood/Doctor Who | Existing Player!

[personal profile] mr_jones 2024-04-01 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival

"I don't understand--I can't die."

"You always come back--there's a difference. Before you rise again, however, I think you may be able to help..."


Stepping off the ferry, the face may be familiar to many. Clean shaven, short hair, sharp blue eyes. The bearing, however...the look in those eyes is far different than that of Ianto Jones.

His back is straight, but his shoulders sag a little, carrying impossible weight. His blue eyes are sharp, but not as bright, diffused like well worn sea glass.

And his expression, instead of being pleasant, is downright cold.

He's spoken to the woman in the office...and he's out to try and get through this as quickly as he possibly can.

Hot Springs

Coming across the spring is a strangely pleasant thing. He doesn't indulge, not really--save for sitting on the edge a while, shoes and socks off to one side so he can dangle his feet. He passes a good two hours just...remembering what he can. Cataloguing his life during the Victorian Era, trying to summon up every pleasant memory he can.

He finds a few of such small pleasures as this--discovering a cool spring in an idle summer moment, a dalliance with one or two young men and women in the warmth of the sun that he could not allow to go further than an afternoon.

When he's done, he dries his feet and continues his exploration of the forest...and it's not precisely peaceable.

(Catch Jones by the spring, or choose your own beastly confrontation to render aid to!)

Wild Card

Choose your own Ianto! Bonus points if you mistake him for the original article. XD
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-01 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Done. I'll hold you to it."

There's a very low hanging fruit there with that phrasing, she's well aware, but she'll settle for watching him get out. Her eyes travel over his body with clear appreciation and admiration before she pulls back, walking backwards away from the spring.

Look, if she already has all the setup for being the mysterious sorceress in the wilds who lures someone away, she's not going to give it up so quickly. But there's likely somewhere nearby to be half out of sight that'll do for the two of them.
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-01 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
For a while, there's only the quiet in the house, Fever waiting for Ava to collect herself. And then then answer comes, and it's worse than expected. On a reflex, her free arm comes up to touch Ava, hold her a little closer. If death doesn't hold in this realm, the fate before her is horrifying. Dying until death, and then going back there. A truly bloodchilling loop.

It can be stabilized. It can maybe be stopped, if the right magic was found - but still, decades before, who's to say there's an answer? No, there has to be. Has to be. If they could show up here, if the goddesses could draw them in, there has to be some great power capable of altering someone's life.

"How often has this been happening?"
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[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-04-01 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The bewildered look that he gives Chris is the only answer that he gives to the assertion; he knows better than to be sarcastic about an actual, earnest offer of help, even if such a thing is rather rare unless he's actively done something to earn that help.

"'m not...I'm not trying to shut you out," he argues quietly, though he's gone back to looking down at the floor just in front of his feet. "I'm just kinda, y'know. Out of whack lately. Between the festival, the springs, the new guys, n' John Rambo fuckin' disappearing and coming back weird...I'unno." He shakes his head. "Every time I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be alright, somethin' else decides it's time to kick me in the fuckin' teeth. I'm tired, Freeman."
actuallyawolf: (little grin)

cw: more animal death, blood

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-01 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
While she has seen a gun and knows the general idea, the loudness still catches her off-guard, just a little. She flinches, her ears flattening against it, but she puts her head down and sprints after the remaining rabbit. Ylva sinks her teeth into it, killing it swiftly.

Panting, she turns back into her default shape, and neatly wipes a bit of blood from her mouth before picking the rabbit up from the ground. She grins at Leon.

"Oh, that worked even better than I hoped."
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[personal profile] decohere 2024-04-01 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A small nod. "We had... been captured, by a woman threatening to put us on display in zoo enclosures. Or trade us off. So... I don't know what. Became of them," and that's the hardest part, not knowing if they're safe from harm. Or waiting on her to return... Ava blows at the steam across the top of her mug.

"What about you? Must have people you miss." And not even the advantage of arriving with a group of survivors.
actuallyawolf: (wolf bite)

cw: gore, animal death

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-01 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Weakening, the deer gasps and bleats; Ylva keeps her teeth latched in the animal's throat, dragging it down and crushing its windpipe. The blood in her mouth is a comfort, a familiar taste that she went too long without. Still, the hooves are sharp, and she does receive a good kick in the side (that one will probably bruise), before the deer, through a combination of blood loss and air loss, loses consciousness and dies.

Ylva keeps her teeth in the deer's throat regardless, holding on for a few more minutes, just in case.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-04-01 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris absorbs those words quietly, and nods. "Okay. I understand being out of whack because a bunch of bu-- a bunch of bad stuff gets thrown on ya."

Then they turn to Lou and lightly stroke at her hair, smiling at her. "Lou, sweetie, I'm gonna need a favor from you." Chris picks her up carefully, and gives her a gentle hug. "Ya gotta pass that on to your daddy. You're my only hope, Lou-wan Port-nobi," they declare in a 'serious' tone, before passing her to Sam.

Lou seems to get it, enough that she throws her arms around Sam's neck and holds on. Chris is still smiling, but there's sadness in their eyes. They wish they could comfort Sam better -- that they knew what to say, or could hug him directly when words fail. But it would hurt him, so proxy hugs from Lou will have to do.

"When I felt tired and overwhelmed by this place, talking to a good friend helped me. Sometimes... just having someone to listen makes the load lighter. And if... if that would help you, you're welcome to drop by any time. You wouldn't be intruding. My home is always open to my friends."
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-01 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods.

"Fiddleheads are new ferns. They come up out of the ground in the spring, and they look all curled up like snail shells before they uncurl into the whole leaf. They're good to eat, but you have to cook them, and throw out the water you cook them. They'll make you sick if you don't. But if you do? They're really tasty." Ylva is an iffy cook, but she does understand something as key as that. "Cattails are plants that grow at the edge of water, ponds and places. The root is starchy, little bit like a potato. Dandelions you can eat the leaves, or the flowers, or the root, but try to get the leaves and stuff young because they get bitter as they grow older, so it might be a good time to look for those, too."
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[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-04-01 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes!"

Ylva is momentarily excited enough to wriggle and dance in place; she hugs herself and sways happily. "We can go for a deer, or some geese if you want something smaller. Or we can just see what we run into."
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[personal profile] lightconductor 2024-04-01 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well, give it time. I've noticed this place is quite good at getting its claws into you, and then you'll have all sorts of people worried for you."

He lets out a small laugh.
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[personal profile] twelveghosts 2024-04-01 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah yeah," he mutters, rolling his eyes. Just his luck, really. He had already figured he was under some divinity's thumb when he wasn't actively burning in Hell.

Leon does at least seem sympathetic to his plight. It's more than he can say for most people.

"Wait, why expect shit-all of us if you're not going to actually elaborate on anything? How the fuck does that make any sense?" He'd taken jobs with vague details in the past, and it never, ever went well. Now they were supposed to save a place that wasn't even theirs? Pffff. "Might find a temple later and see if I can shake down a deity or two."
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[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-02 12:27 am (UTC)(link)

It's hard to actually say how intentional the opening was just based on the bark of laughter him grabbing it with both hands provokes, "Oh you are so much more than I bargained for but sugar I am going down swinging."

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[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-04-02 12:36 am (UTC)(link)

"There's a joke here about height, I think."

She's more aware of how short she is than ever after meeting back up with Jon and the like. Everyone around her is taller than her.

"You two settling alright?"

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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-04-02 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"...you and I are going to be best friends. You know that, right? No choice in the matter."

He is delighted to have found someone who not only can keep up with his bullshit, but has bullshit of her own, that doesn't match exactly, but makes for a very cool paisley pattern when mixed.
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[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-04-02 01:09 am (UTC)(link)

"Nope," Ruby says, though he'd be forgiven for not immediately recognising her at a glance. She doesn't look much like herself right now, not when she's not even wearing her usual skirts, let alone her signature cloak. But the smile, weaker as it may be, is the same, as is the round face it settles on, the single silver eye that watches him, the red-to-black hair she's currently got tied into a bun... "Not in my way at all."

Another person she cares about that made it out. The relief in her posture is palpable, even if she knew better than to jump Dimitri in the way she did Darcy the second she saw them.

"I am— so glad to see you, but— what are you looking for down there, Dimitri?"

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[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-04-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"That's awesome," Gerry agrees, nodding. "The world could definitely benefit from more women in the scene, especially more female screamers. You play anything?"
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[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-04-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"It sounds great." He gestures to the bottles behind the bar. "I'm in your hands. We can both discover if it's any good."

And, offering a hand to shake: "I'm Felix."
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[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-04-02 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"No worries! I was just wondering what I'd need to tell you. Uhhh, let's see..."

Man, there's so much heavy work to do around here... Mairi could really use a farmhand permanently.

"Well, can you start by working the plow? My neighbor and I already broke up the dirt somewhat but I'll need neat rows for planting."