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TDM #6 - The Wheel Turns [REPRINT]
Currently, we are asking that all toplevels include the age of the character (or at least a rough estimate) for TDM posts, to ensure that players both old and new can quickly make informed decisions about how to interact with a given character. We also ask that if someone lists a prompt as having an age preference, that it be respected. This is specifically for TDMs unless otherwise stated. Thank you!
Also, as of June 7th, Pumpkin Hollow will have been around for one whole year! Thanks for an awesome trip around the sun, everybody! Here’s to another! This particular TDM is going to be a celebration of making it through our first year and all the adventures we had along the way, so please enjoy this highlight reel of our year in review and take a crack at some fun you may have missed. Have fun!
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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette
5/10/24 | TDM #6 - The Wheel Turns [REPRINT]
Weather Forecast: Fog in early mornings, occasional rain, otherwise clear and slightly hot. Often muggy.
WELCOMING NEW RESIDENTS FOR ONE YEAR AND COUNTING!
By Mayor Hellen Poe

The crop for which the town is named.
ISLAND-WIDE - Last June, Jack’s Marina saw its first overseas vessel in five years come into port as the very first ferry arrived. Ever since that fateful day, that same ferry has ushered in newcomers from all over this wide, wild universe, bringing to this island a multitude of individuals. Each new resident has been unique --- most have been the only person from their world of origin, and each has their own skills and knowledge. However, all of them are unified by one characteristic: they have served as a symbol of hope.
Our island is deeply cursed, of that, there is no question. And in the past year, we have faced many challenges together, from cursed pirate treasure to nightmare carnivals, from food shortage to turnip overflow, from train rides to alternate dimensions to a parasite-infested ship. But in overcoming those challenges we have grown stronger as a community.
As the Wheel of the Year turns once more, we move forward with the hope built for us by our newest residents, and we are pleased to continue welcoming ferries into our docks. If you’ve just arrived, please feel free to stop by Town Hall or reach out to any of your new neighbors for assistance. Welcome, offworlders, and may your lanterns always be lit.
LAKE SAL-CO-PENN FOG ADVISORY
By Yorick Aberdeen

An eerie view of the notorious lake.
LOCKWOOD FOREST (Northern Marrow Isle) -The Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety has released an important new weather advisory for everyone traveling through Lockwood Forest toward Paradesium on foot. As most of us are aware, the intense rain last month resulted in some very high humidity for this time of year, especially given that this time of year is still quite cool. This has resulted in some heavy fog around the notorious Lake Sal-Co-Penn at the base of Crane’s Ridge, particularly in the very early mornings and late afternoons as the sun begins to set.
For those not yet aware, Lake Sal-Co-Penn’s fog draws those exposed closer to the lake, where it will then subject the victim to dangerous illusory experiences. The side effects of these illusions include but are not limited to foul smells, supernatural compulsion, panic attacks, drowning, and death. If you come into contact with the fog from proximity to the lake, don’t panic! Once you see where the lake itself is, turn around so that your back is to the water and begin walking straight ahead as quickly as possible while reassuring yourself that you do not recognize the bodies in the water. Safe travels!
PAST FRIGHTS MAKE ROTATING ENCORES
By Chief Constable Janine Kilbride
ISLAND-WIDE - Reconnaissance officers set out by the constabulary, in conjunction with the Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety, have reported multiple sightings of various hostile monsters and spirits that have plagued our town over the past year. These beings include recurring island staples such as Brutoks and the River Walker, as well as newer aggressive entities such as the Tristitia and some carnivorous creatures from Paradesium. They appear to be on some sort of rotation as to which will appear on a given day.
While the Board of Safety continues to monitor the situation and test theories about an observable pattern, please travel safely regardless of time of day or location. Report any monster sightings directly to the nearest Enforcer and keep an eye on the community bulletin board for information as this situation develops.
PUMPKIN HOLLOW JOB FAIR
By Yorick Aberdeen
FESTIVAL GREEN - Due to the success of our planting season recruitment efforts over the previous months, Pumpkin Hollow’s Town Council will be expanding upon its initiative to help people seek out career opportunities in a local Job Fair! Come down to the festival green if you’re interested in a new job, and one of our seasoned artisans and skilled laborers will show you the ropes!
MAGICAL CRITTERS GRACE ISLAND ONCE MORE
By Yorick Aberdeen

A little friend in the Festival Green tulips.
VARIOUS LOCATIONS (Lockwood Forest, Crane’s Ridge, Paradesium) - This past autumn, a host of eerie, magical animals resembling ghosts took over Lockwood Forest, but departed just as mysteriously as they’d arrived by the end of November. These creatures of unknown origin were found to possess incredible power, and while some were hostile, others seemed quite friendly and were content to follow us home. Those that decided upon homes remained even when their brethren vanished with the snowfall.
Now it would appear that another wave of these helpful companions has appeared in the wild! While some are familiar, many of them are entirely new. Most seem to bear plant-like features, but some whimsical pink creatures or pastry-themed animals have been spotted as well. If the pattern follows, they should be around until summer reaches its peak, so go out there and make a friend, and make sure to bring treats!
HELP WANTED: Piano Wrangler
By Dottie Siward, owner of Empty Pockets
DOWNTOWN HOLLOW (Empty Pockets Music Lounge) - Local music lounge seeking assistance taming piano mimic(?) acquired from Calloway’s Curios. Our old piano got bashed to bits in the flood a while back and we bought a fancy new grand piano for a ridiculously low price, especially for Calloway’s. This was a terrible mistake. The piano eats people. Especially people who play badly, which happens a lot on open stage nights. Please help. Half-price drinks for life to anyone who can get this thing to behave, at least until we get a new piano.
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Year in Review
Monsters from our previous TDMs will be making victory laps in a week-long rotation. Which creature you’ll encounter depends upon the day!
Monday's Child is Fair of Face [cw: facial mutilation]

Tuesday's Child is Full of Grace
Luck: One unexpected fortunate circumstance occurs organically within the next 24 hours, and any dice rolls made during the OOC week will gain a bonus of +2.
Shimmer: A Shiny Pokemon will appear.
Weather: You can decide the weather for the next day, which can only be interrupted by Cecil Palmer’s Weather with consent from the user.
Fortune: Gain 10 Brass! Wow!
Abundance: Mysteriously acquire one delicious home-cooked meal of your choice with no apparent source.
Safety:: One immediate respawn from death (only works once per character for duration of the game).
Pants: A fabulous new pair of pants, free of charge.
Those who acquired stardust in the prior TDM can now use it for these purposes.
Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe

While normally she is not particularly aggressive if given a wide berth, on her day of the week she has become more hostile. She is ever-grieving and will attempt to embrace her victims and force them to share in her anguish by drawing out their personal trauma and sadness. She is extremely difficult to kill, but will vanish on her own when satisfied with her work.
Thursday's Child Has Far to Go

Monsters from Paradesium, including Greenstriders, were studied and reported on during an expedition led by Dr. Elias Coldwood. More extensive notes on greenstriders can be found in Dr. Coldwood's improved besiary.
Friday's Child is Loving and Giving

Saturday's Child Works Hard for a Living

And the Child Born on the Sabbath Day is Bonny and Blithe, Good and Gay

To dispel Brutoks, one can look for their simple but well-camouflaged puzzles, which will be outside near the space they’ve attached to. Or, you can set them on fire. Dealer’s choice.
Additional Prompts
Lake Sal-Co-Penn
Lake Sal-Co-Penn is an infamous SCP which creates dangerous hallucinations. It presents the viewer with a vision of one or more floating corpses, which appear vaguely featureless until closer inspection. At this point the corpse(s) will take on the form of someone who the victim knows personally in an attempt to get them to enter the water, where they will be drowned and consumed. Feel free to roll dice to determine how well you can resist the illusion, and don’t forget to fill out a Death Certificate if you die!
Magical Creatures
The aforementioned mystical critters are Pokemon! Some Pokemon already exist on the island--- Ghost types were available during October and November. This time, both Fairy and Grass types can be found around the island for the duration of this TDM! (May & June). Here’s everything you need to know:
- Dual-types and pre-evolved forms of Pokemon that will gain Fairy or Grass types later are available. (Except for Eevee, due to its many evolutions. But Sylveon and Leafeon are available!)
- Evolution is possible--- stone deposits will be found in the mines later!
- Each character may have up to three Pokemon companions
- Neither Pokeballs nor the knowledge to create them currently exists in Pumpkin Hollow. Unless a PC with this knowledge shows up, you will just have to befriend them rather than capturing them properly.
- No Legendaries or Mythicals are available for adoption (for the sake of fairness), though Ogerpon can be found near Elsie’s Tree of Trinkets in Lockwood Forest. However, she is extremely shy and will flee from most people. She seems to respond to certain individuals, though…
- Shinies can be obtained through stardust or by purchasing a Sparkling Talisman from Calloway’s Curios for 50 Brass. Each character may only have one shiny. (Note that new arrivals begin with 100 Brass.)
Job Fair
The Pumpkin Hollow Job Fair is a great meet-and-greet for older residents and new arrivals! Farmers, artisans, fisherman, and more can set up booths, Q&As, or sign-ups for job shadowing on the Festival Green. New folks are given the opportunity to drop by and learn more about potential career options! Not only is this a recipe for new CR, but anyone who participates in a Job Fair thread (both presenters and newcomers) will gain an extra 100 Brass on their next (or first!) activity check! This bonus can only be claimed once per character.
Help Wanted
The man-eating piano in question is Yamaha, a staple of a previous game that much of our current player-base has migrated over from. While it has a particular taste for bad players, mistake-makers, and your sheet music, it seems to have an affinity for specific individuals. This is mostly a treat for our CRAU folks, but feel free to get eaten! We’ll see you tomorrow.
Three new characters, three existing players, all 18+, details at bottom of post
They have. A little over a year; not so much time at all, to one way of looking at it, and really quite an astonishingly long time when looked at another way. Enough time for the place they've come from -- a world not so very different from this one, a little city-state in a northern mountain range -- to become home to all three of them, not just the one who was born there.
In the center: a pale young woman, standing very straight and poised, her long dark-brown hair accented with a streak of white. To the left: a young elven man, tall and broad and green as spring leaves, with an angry yellow patch over his left eye and temple; a select few who see him might be reminded of a decidedly more human boy, or else of storming skies. To the right: an older man (who would be offended if he could hear this narration because thirty-something is not that old!) with short-cropped hair perhaps showing more gray than he'd like, but otherwise looking remarkably fit, with cheeks full of color, tanned skin, and the healthily large posterior his friends know and love.
And it's this third -- his hand near his thigh out of habit, even if the gun he's used to having isn't there right now -- who looks around, gives a resigned sigh, and says "I don't think we're in Whitestone anymore, Toto ..."
[Three new arrivals! Cassandra de Rolo, early 20s (Critical Role Campaign 1) | Okie, 20 (Changeling OC) | John Crichton, mid-30s (Farscape), all with Sail and post-Sail CRAU. Tag any one or any combination, just let us know who your character’s talking to.]
for Cassandra
She doesn't regret it. She can't regret it, knowing what she does about where every single one of them would have ended up had she taken no action. It's one of the elementary lessons a spacer has to learn. Saving the people you can is better than waiting for a perfect solution and losing everyone as a result. Last-second miracles are for the holovids.
Her lack of regret by no means equates to a lack of grief, and when she first spots the woman, this is what she believes it is. A figment of the imagination. A local woman who would in fact look nothing like Cassandra if Tayrey got closer.
So she gets closer. Walks right up to her. Tayrey's still in that Tradeline uniform of hers, but the keen eye may spot the differences. The jacket is wool, the shirt beneath it pure linen. Not a trace of any synthetic material. She wears an elaborate lapis lazuli bracelet around her left wrist. The gun she carries isn't her energy pistol but a revolver.
Tayrey stands right there in front of the woman, and the discrepancies she expects aren't there. It's her. Impossibly. The comrade Tayrey had mourned, had held a memorial for, safe and healthy. She can't speak, at first. Can't do anything but stare, completely overwhelmed by emotion.
'Cassandra de Rolo,' she says at last, in a small voice full of wonder. 'It is you, isn't it? You're alive.' She swallows, trying to ignore the lump rising in her throat. 'Do you remember me?'
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"Tayrey?" she breathes, and there's the same note of wonder in her own voice, of impossible hope.
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Crichton
She's halfway there when she finally sees him, and when she notices Cassandra and Okie, she knows instantly.
"Crichton?"
Re: Crichton
"G-god, please don't let this be a dream. Tell me it's really you."
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Think this might be a good place to wrap this one?
Yep
Cassandra | Oak & Iron
- the bottle drops and shatters, bringing silence into the bar.
"My lady," Erin whispers. Then, louder, voice full of righteous indignation: "Who fucking killed you?"
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And without answering the question, she takes a step closer, and another, and then breaks into a short run and leap that carries her half over the bar to seize Erin in a hug.
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Short tag but I gotta break this block
<3
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For Cass
He doesn't do so immediately, though, instead finding one member of the
ringpartygroup on her own, a day and some change after they make land. He clicks his beak to get her attention, before speaking in an archaic version of her native tongue."Pray pardon the interruption, Lady, but whence come you?" There's been vowel shift, too, and his accent is Not The Same, but he's definitely talking to her in Exandrian Common.
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"Whitestone, sir. The city of Whitestone, in the north of Tal'Dorei. And yourself?"
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For Crichton
"We're celebrating! Yorick survived the day and will probably be into work tomorrow."
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"Is that... a rare occurrence?" Living through the day?? Hold on, where is that ferry? He didn't sign up to dying almost every day. Done enough of that, thank you.
Not that it will stop him from accepting the calzone because he hasn't had one of these in... years? Has to be years. If it's going to kill him that's a risk he's willing to take just this once.
When he bites down into it... "O-Oh, frell that's good." He takes another bite before he's even finished the first, and with a mouth so full the only he can do is moan obscenely in pure bliss.
Okay, fine, maybe he'll stay.
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For Okie
And then he catches himself at it, and offers a small jar of honey. "Sorry. Shouldn't do that."
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"I'm used to it, honest. You think I'm easy to stare out now, you shoulda seen me a year ago."
for cassandra
Then when he’s a short distance away, black and white wings fold open, dark and mottled on the top, nearly all white on the bottom except for some streaks and stripes; he lifts into the air, a standing takeoff and silent as anything despite their size and strength, broad like sails and blunted at the ends.
Phil is busier these days than he’s been in years, squeezing a half dozen active affairs in and around his new work and chore schedule, not to mention the fact that he actually has a kid to actively support; he’s entirely on autopilot even as his path takes him directly over her.
But then he starts to circle.
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When the shadow passes over, she doesn't think much of it; when it circles around, she looks up.
And keeps looking up, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand, even as her heart leaps like a horse clearing a fence.
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Crichton
"Took you long enough to get here you flyboy fuck," she greets, her attempt at flippancy betrayed by how tight her throat feels. "You take a wrong turn at Albuquerque?"
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"Wasn't Albuquerque," his lips can't help but stretch into a proud smile. "Been in Whitestone going on a year. I can do my own magic now."
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Okie | Yes I'm Tagging All Three With The Same Character | Face Me In Battle If You Dare
"Youngblood! Hey!"
Would Erin's author really do that? Come into this tag and post lies?
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"Coach! Been a long time! Good to see ya on land!"
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For Cassandra & Okie (and Crichton was there too, maybe...)
"Lady de Rolo," he calls out as he makes his way to them. He's leaning on a cane and the effort of moving this quickly seems to be causing him to perspire but he's wearing a cautiously optimistic smile. It's still possible she doesn't recognize him after all. "A moment of your time, please?"
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"Master Smith?" A swift, startled little laugh. "No, I beg your pardon, Master Starr -- is it you?"
She's already starting toward him, catching up her skirts with one hand.
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Plotted wildcard for Cassandra!
She was in the middle of packing the soil around the sign post when she heard a new voice from the walkway, and she can't help the slightly baffled look on her face at a question that didn't make sense to her in the context. She stands up straight and dusts the soil from her basic black trousers to blink at the lovely woman watching her hammering the sign for the future Velvet, Ambrosia and Silk into the yard.
"I...beg your pardon?"
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cass & okie
He's on his feet the moment the ferry appears on the horizon. By the time it meets the dock, he's pacing in tight circles, hands fluttering at his sides. His heart wrenches, dragging out a wounded-animal sound --
"Cass!" Recognition strikes a moment later, piecemeal -- "Okie?!"
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It's a cry of joy, as Cassandra comes hurrying toward him, almost running, her usual reserve all but discarded.
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