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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!

dynamiteabs: (Default)

[personal profile] dynamiteabs 2024-04-02 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
          Having survived in the Outback most of his life, this place was easy mode for Jamison. So, with things being so slow anyway, he figured, why not help out? Although he felt silly talking into a rock at first, the meeting time was easily agreed upon.

          In his Enforcer gear with a full belt of explosives, a recently sharpened axe, and leather armor (just the leather part, mind, none of the bothersome flammable cloth), Junkrat made his way over to her when it was time to begin.  Alroight, I'm here ta' kill shite, hehe! I'm especially good at gatherin' fish. 
lordoftheozarks: by gronckle @ij (disturbed)

[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2024-04-02 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Erik is now giving Edgar his undivided attention, much of the fear gone from his expression to be replaced with curiosity. His reflection appears like a ghostly visage in the glass of the window. "An ice age? How horrible. It's hard to imagine all of life existing in so narrow a space." A pause.  "Oh, excuse me, I don't mean to disparage your home when it was all you knew."
maximumcake: (head scratcher)

[personal profile] maximumcake 2024-04-02 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"...I mean... I guess that's a little less weird. But, still, kind of weird to make an entire wall out of it for everyone? Was she... I don't know... did she like someone and was trying to figure out if it was safe to tell them?" That's the only motivation he can think of that makes any sense.
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Ellarinne | World of Warcraft (OC) | OTA

[personal profile] immortaldemonsoul 2024-04-02 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Elf Time~

Ellarinne is aware that this world seems strange to some of her fellow newcomers, but apart from the barrier it seems quite normal to her. A fair mix of elves, humans, and dwarves, farmland and forest, a thriving sea full of fish to catch -- and, of course, incursions and interference from otherwordly beings bent on sowing chaos and strife.

This is unfortunately all too common on Azeroth.

But as any good adventurer or wandering champion knows, the first thing to do when you find yourself in a new area is to make friends and get to know people. She makes sure to stay alert as she dines in the Oak & Iron, commutes to her job at the dock, or visits to the notable sites of the island. In particular she keeps an eye -- shut up, it's a figure of speech -- out for anyone who looks particularly capable, anyone who seems as though they're in need of help...and anyone who seems even slightly familiar.

It's never easy after all, being a stranger in a strange land. Even if they're not her sort of elf at all, a familiar set of ears would be a comfort.
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[personal profile] notinflictthem 2024-04-02 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Careful, someone might mistake you for a yenta," he jokes lightly, immediately picking up one of the bits of wood lying about.

"You want to show me how your work your magic so I can help with this?"
hate_gettin_older: (i dunno mate)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-04-02 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe she just thought it was fun?"

He pauses, and looks down at the Nimona-cat. "So wait, did she have me on that wall?"
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[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-04-02 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, it was shite," he says candidly, glancing at the man's reflection against the moving landscape. "Don't know what it was like up Front, but back in the Tail? We din't even have fuckin windows to see out. Couple thousand people in a big metal box. Headcounts and protein blocks twice a day, and whatever pieces of junk nobody from the Front wanted, that's what we got."

The bitterness, the rage; they're muted by distance and time, but not gone, never gone.
immortaldemonsoul: (Default)

Hot Springs

[personal profile] immortaldemonsoul 2024-04-02 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
There are many reasons why someone might seek the solitude of the woods, but the man Ellarinne observes stalking away from the hot springs carries no weapon, nor can she discern the mark of magical talent on his spirit. She's heard the stories of the beast that stalks these woods, in addition to the mundane wild animals; it is no place for walking alone.

She scoops up her clothes and follows after him in her wet shift, bare feet nimble and silent on the forest floor.
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2024-04-02 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
~It is not yours to wish for. To be made to live is as terrible as being made to die; worse, in some ways. Things dead do not know sorrow.~ Her body makes every part of a sigh but the actual sigh. ~Though I...am grateful, to be seen as a girl, even if that time is long past. I should have been a woman grown, and that time, too, is past.~
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[personal profile] moonlesstides 2024-04-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
~It was merely there, dead. Attached to a great serpentine body...I have heard from a sailor that great whales will come into shallow waters to scrape their flesh upon the rocks - perhaps this was an elderly beast, whose body could not cope with the strain?~
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yes!

[personal profile] littlefairytale 2024-04-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)

Ruby manages a little laugh. "I think I can live with that."

abhorrently: (right.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-02 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, she left herself open to that one, and she laughs some.

"It can be, if you're so inclined."

As long as Music is fine with something casual. She hadn't planned for anything special for herself, so she'll improvise her way through it.

"Just as long as you mean it and aren't just flattering your way through a rescue." But the look in her eyes says this is only a tease, utterly un-meant.
Edited 2024-04-02 23:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-02 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps. But how did you carry it?"

She looks over the size, drawing near to the skull while still clutching the crab. Sea serpent...that really might be useful, if the skull stays.
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-04-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you're breaking your fingers, I'm teaching you incorrectly."

That, and she's sure Ava wouldn't be happy.

"It won't be that hard for you to get a handle on, I'm sure. If you know how to dodge, then you know half of it already."
Edited 2024-04-02 23:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-03 12:30 am (UTC)(link)

In-keeping with her tendency to say things that may or may not come to bite us with dramatic irony down the line: "Oh well if we've got no choice—though you might live to regret that, mate. The Alice experience only gets more intense with time."

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The Lake...

[personal profile] dynamiteabs 2024-04-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
          Having just received his standard-issued noble steed from the Enforcer department, Jamison was making a routine patrol around the island's perimeter — getting accustomed to steering the horse as it had been a while — when he caught something in the corner of his eye near the water. After taking a peek with his spyglass, he trotted over.

          Stopping a few feet from the man, he hopped off the saddle and took a few steps closer. If the guy hadn't heard the hooves and proceeded to yell, Junkrat would as well and jump back in a comedic fashion. Otherwise/then,  Hey, somfin' wrong with your shoes... or the grass? I can nick ya' a new pair of sneakers, but not sure wot I can do about the ground...  A glance was given to the belt of explosives around his waist as an idea formed, and he grinned.  Actually, if ya' find that particular patch of grass offensive, I can get rid of it for ya'?  It was his job to make the citizens feel safe, after all.
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-04-03 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"What, like your mother when I visited last-"

Darcy closes their eyes and takes a very long breath out.

"I am so sorry, I don't know you like that, there was literally nobody on that ship I couldn't make that sort of joke to. To answer your question, no, I barely had time for anything else when I was back home and I didn't have anyone who could teach me on the ship. Not anything other than piano, anyway, which is kind of dorky."
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[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-04-03 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Gerry places a heavy, tattooed hand firmly on Darcy's shoulder and looks them dead in the eye.

"My friend, I can say to you with complete confidence that if ever an encounter with Mary Keay were to result in someone screaming, it would not be her. And it would not be fun. We should all be grateful for how incredibly dead she is."
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-04-03 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm s-" Darcy starts, but the hand on their shoulder earns him a deceptively strong hand at his arm, not a full yank off but impressing firmly that they want more space than he's giving them.

"I'm sorry, honestly, my mouth goes before my brain does, I'm also glad your mum is dead I guess, hand off."
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Morning, Oak and Iron

[personal profile] graveling 2024-04-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, at least I know I'm safe from being drained."

The comment comes from the walking corpse at the next table over. Pallid, neither breathing nor blinking, and stopping for a meal after delivering eggs from the farm. Normal vitamin D levels definitely don't apply.
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[personal profile] yournewsidekick 2024-04-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yup. You were one of the strings coming off Max."

Which explains why she started screaming WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND during the potluck!

She starts grooming a paw, flexing her claws to get between the toe pads.
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[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-04-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah-- my bad."

He takes his hand back, looking perhaps a bit guilty but taking no offense. Gerry's certainly no stranger to trauma and boundaries associated with it. But he doesn't really know what to say anymore.
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[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2024-04-03 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Darcy exhales when the hand is removed, and Gerry might notice this is the first breath they've taken this entire conversation.

"Sorry. 'm damaged goods. Family sucks and is complicated. Genuinely starting to think that ones without problems are, like, propaganda or something."
skeletonkeay: (leeeeaaaan)

cw: emeto mention

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2024-04-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"No worries. I get it. I was mostly playing around, about my mum, but it wasn't really an exaggeration, so. Same hat."

There's a reason why the smell of permanent markers makes Gerry feel like puking.

"I just hope I didn't, like. Hurt you or anything."
closureisformovies: (surprise)

[personal profile] closureisformovies 2024-04-03 01:29 am (UTC)(link)

"...jesus, mate, no kidding. I've known chronic basement dwellers with more colour in their face." Okay, even she probably wouldn't have said that so baldly if she weren't sleep and caffeine deprived. "You look as much like death warmed over as I feel. No offence."

Yeah, about that Alice...