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TDM #2 - Down in the Underground [REPRINT]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette Issue #3 [REPRINT]


[Moderator Notes]
Since our TDMs go out bi-monthly, this is a test run of reposting the TDM at the beginning of "off-months" in order to optimize visibility for toplevels in the second month of a TDM's lifespan. If this turns out to actually be helpful, then brand-new TDMs will be labelled "FIRST EDITION" and reruns will be labeled "REPRINT" going forward! If not, we'll just go back to posting bi-monthly. Let's give this the ol' college try and make sure to look out for new toplevels so that we can figure out how helpful it is!



Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

8/5/23 | TDM #2: "Down in the Underground"
Content Warnings: [Article 2] claustrophobia, caves, drowned corpse
[Article 4] Various violence by monster

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We're glad you're here!

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW!

By Yorick Aberdeen

JACK'S MARINA - Reports from the Pumpkin Hollow Port Authority indicate that arrivals by otherworldly newcomers to Marrow Isle are continuing at a steady rate. The first batch of new arrivals, which had been the very first travelers to Pumpkin Hollow in at least five years’ time, began in early June of this year and have already proven to be an incredible boon to both our economy and our overall quality of life. We now have a new farm on the island for the first time in years, as well as clever new members of the constabulary, a few helpful craftspeople, and even our own brand new local musical act. Not only that, but the prestigious Ms. Dahlia Leeds has taken a personal assistant, which this reporter is pleased to announce has gotten him out of a number of mundane tasks. (No offense is meant to Ms. Leeds, of course--- the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette certainly harbors no ill will toward its most consistent donor!)

According to interviews with a number of these newcomers, they appear to all come from realms far beyond our own, to the point where they have homelands with unfamiliar names and have never heard of the Emerald Isles at all. Those willing to share more details report that they each met with a strange woman in a bland-looking office building who offered them a chance at a new life, then found themselves on the ferry here. None of them seem to know anything further, as far as the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette is aware. Curious circumstances indeed.

That said, we are beyond pleased to welcome even more new neighbors to our fair town. Any newcomers should feel welcome to come to Town Hall if they are in any need of assistance. Mayor Poe and any member of Town Council would all be more than happy to lend a hand.

Additionally, the Temple of Sacred Roots will be holding a small gathering on temple grounds to welcome any wayward souls who could use a bit of help adjusting. Reverend Degas Clayton would also like to remind everyone that he is always available to offer guidance after any of his Sunday sermons unless otherwise stated. He has expressed an interest in personally welcoming as many new residents as he is able.

Hopefully things will continue to look up for Pumpkin Hollow as more arrivals land upon our docks. This will be of particular importance as we draw ever closer to Autumn. October in particular promises to be an especially difficult time, as usual. The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette will report further on our paranormal forecast as the season of spirits draws near. We hope to keep local casualties to a minimum this year after last year’s record high.

In any case, best of luck to our new residents, and welcome again!

NOTORIOUS 'RIVER WALKER' SPOTTED AFTER LONG ABSENCE; EXTREME CAUTION ADVISED

By Yorick Aberdeen

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The Paring River Bridge in Lockwood Forest.

LOCKWOOD FOREST (Paring River) - Woodland travelers beware! And not just for all of the usual reasons, either. This past weekend, local shepherd Joseph Peterson reported to the local constabulary that he had an encounter with a creature that had been presumed to have moved on from our fair isle. Peterson, 37, allegedly came across the beast colloquially known as the “River Walker” while crossing the Paring River bridge near the entrance of Lockwood Forest, where he was grabbed and knocked out. Once he regained consciousness, Peterson then reported being lost in an underground cave system whilst being pursued by the monster for an unknown amount of time estimated between six and twelve hours.

The River Walker, a spider-like creature with the face of a human corpse, is so named because it appears to exclusively use the Paring River as its hunting ground. The creature is apparently completely unique to Marrow Isle, as the Pumpkin Hollow Historical Society was unable to uncover folklore or recorded sightings of anything matching the River Walker’s description in any of the texts they have access to. However, through collecting data from resurrected residents who were its victims, the Town Hall Safety Board was able to glean information about this menace that should help citizens avoid yet another timely demise.

Firstly, all residents traveling in the Lockwood Forest should steer clear of the Paring River if possible. While it is true that the Paring River cuts directly through the forest near the entrance and arcs through the majority of the woodlands, and also that the main path through the woods which goes over the Paring River bridge is the only way through to Crane’s RIdge or any of the hunting areas, the river should still be avoided whenever residents are able. This will minimize potential contact.

Secondly, be aware of your surroundings when near the river. Data indicates that the creature will make a soft chittering sound before reaching up to grab a victim. Many prior victims also report the surrounding area seeming “too still” when the creature was in the area. If you experience any of these phenomena, it would be wise to run--- though most reports suggest that outrunning the River Walker aboveground is impossible. But still, it is important to do your best.

And lastly, should you be taken below ground with this monstrous creature, it will transport you to tight underground caves where you will be forced to crawl, squeeze, and climb for your life. All the while it will follow you, taunting and toying with you. Utilize these long, grueling hours to your advantage! Studies have shown that the River Walker struggles to attack groups of two or more effectively, so while you are being tortured, search for a traveling companion!

If you do encounter the River Walker, please report the sighting to the Town Council or the Historical Society regardless of whether or not you die. Those killed by the River Walker are encouraged to stop by the Oak & Iron for a copy of the Safety Board’s Advice Pamphlet for the Recently Deceased after resurrecting. And remember, quitters are tastier prey, so don’t give in to despair! Even if you are caught and killed, you can at least say you persisted out of spite.

BLUE ISLAND CRAB HATCHING SEASON BEGINS AS SUMMER HEAT PERSISTS

By Yorick Aberdeen

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A little sketch by yours truly.

TAWNY BEACH - If you’re out on the beach enjoying the last month of warm sea water, be mindful where you step! Earlier this spring, the local Blue Island Crab population had their mating season. Males of the species came up on the shore with clusters of tiny but durable eggs bundled up in their claws and buried them in the sand, and they’ve been warmed by the summer sun all season. As we enter the last month of summer the new crabs are finally ready to emerge from their birthplaces and begin their lives.

It is worth noting, however, that newborn Blue Island Crabs tend not to go directly back to the sea. In fact, it is common for them to spend the first few weeks of their lives searching for food and nesting materials such as seashells, driftwood, broken pottery, or small pieces of metal roughly the size of the average piece of valuable jewelry. They are also very adept climbers and are capable of scaling stairs and countertops with relative ease. Additionally, they seem to be able to communicate well with others of their species and are capable of collaborating. Many townsfolk have even gone so far as to describe their behavior as “scheming.” Blue Island Crabs are also notorious for not being very picky about what they eat. All this is to say, expect to have your food, personal items, and practically anything that is not tied down stolen by small blue crabs.

An unfortunate side effect of the hex has been that the beloved and highly anticipated Cucumber Festival, which normally takes place in early June, had to be canceled due to a lack of cucumbers. This has earned the ire of a great many residents who have cited the festival as “their last source of a modicum of joy on this goddess-forsaken island”, among other more colorful statements.

But there is good news! Hatching season and the subsequent early life of the crabs, all told, will not last more than a few weeks before the crabs mature enough to return to the sea with the rest of their kind. And of course those lucky enough to catch some will report that they make for a fine meal. There is no finer party dish than a Blue Island crab boil!

INCREASED PINE DEVIL SIGHTINGS SPELL BAD NEWS FOR LOCAL PEDESTRIANS

By Yorick Aberdeen

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A painting of the Pine Devil provided by Mayor Poe

ISLAND-WIDE - In more concerning news, reports have been coming in from all over the island that there have been an uptick in sightings of the Pumpkin Hollow Howler. Otherwise known as the Pine Devil, this extremely dangerous man-eating beast has been a staple of Marrow Isle’s rotating cast of horrors for at least the past 15 years. Much like the aforementioned River Walker, the Pine Devil has a tendency to come and go and sightings fluctuate with some regularity. It seems that as we draw closer to prime haunting season we will be faced with increased appearances from the island’s least-favorite celebrity.

Here’s what we know:

The Howler’s primary motivation is to eat and he prefers larger prey. This includes pigs, cattle, deer, and humans. He has no known den and is apparently nomadic. No one has ever been able to locate the Pumpkin Hollow Howler when he is not actively hunting. At full height, he stands a whopping eight feet tall on unguligrade legs. He has clawed hands and large fangs which are its primary method of attacking and is capable of flight, and his eyes glow blue in the dark. He is a strong, fast creature who has no qualms about coming into town if necessary. Surviving encounters with the beast is notably rare.

If you have any encounters with the Pumpkin Hollow Howler, report to Town Hall or the constable’s station at your earliest convenience to make an incident report. The constabulary is taking reports 24 hours a day, so please make your report either immediately after the incident or upon resurrection. May your lanterns stay lit, and be safe out there!

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Captured by the River Walker? Click here…

Perhaps you didn’t read the paper. Perhaps you didn’t take the warnings seriously. Or maybe you simply had no other choice. Whatever the case may be, the Paring River Bridge lies before you, and the world around you is unnaturally still. The sounds of chirping birds, burrowing mammals, and chittering insects have all died and left the air uncannily silent.



You attempt to hurry across, hoping to make it before anything unsavory catches your scent. But the moment you place your foot upon the stone pavers of the bridge, it is already too late. Behind you, you can hear the scuttling of much too large insectoid legs and a soft rattling sound, almost like the sound of a woodpecker drilling into a tree but somehow… wetter.



Instinctively, you turn to look behind you. A bulbous, lumpy abdomen drags the ground, and from it extends a set of eight black legs, chunky and irregular, as if they were wooden stakes hewn into rough points with a careless knife. Long, spindly fingers extend from thin arms on either side of an emaciated torso covered in shiny black insect carapace. And on top, the face of a human woman who looked as though she’d been drowned, bloated and rotting. White eyes, matted brown hair, and a wicked smile framed by patchy blue lips.



You black out before you even have the chance to scream.



When you awaken, your head is pounding as if you’ve just woken from a bender. You are on a dirty, irregular stone floor. The beginnings of stalagmites jab into your back. In the distance, you can hear dripping water and the shifting of something moving. It is dark, but light enough to see by, allowing you to see plainly that the ceiling above you is significantly too low for you to stand.



Then, you hear a laugh, hoarse and cruel. “Rise and shine, little morsel. Oh, how I do love to play with my food…”



That’s your cue to get moving.



For the next several long, grueling hours, you crawl your way through this tight and unrelenting fortress of stone on hands and knees as rocks cut into your hands. In caves that are tall enough to stand, you have to walk sideways to proceed or even hold your breath in order to make it, and all the tunnels look more or less the same. The River Walker’s raspy voice echoes off the walls, making its location imperceptible… but it’s close.



You need to find a traveling companion. And soon.







Interested in encountering the Pine Devil? Click here...

The Pine Devil is a mod-run NPC and we can only handle a certain number of encounters at once. For this TDM we will be favoring new characters on a first-come, first-served basis. However, you may still handwave or summarize the encounter by rolling a D20 with 15+ to survive and 18+ to walk away unscathed, and write out the aftermath. You do not need a mod’s permission to do this!


You also do not need to fill out a Death Certificate if you're not fully apped in, but can if you want to. Your character will resurrect as normal either way!
lasthumanvoice: (in the minds of those kids)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Cecil also sits, looking at Jean's strange smile before he speaks.

"Comrade has a different connotation where I'm from. It means you see the person you're addressing as an equal, regardless of their gender, color, age or anything else about them. It means that you're aware the world is not often one of equals, but you are making a choice to be on even footing with this person. They are not the enemy, they are not your lesser, and they're certainly not a boss. They are someone with whom you can, and perhaps will, work to make this more of a world of equals."
lasthumanvoice: (you just can't put)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"That depends wholly on what you mean by 'like this'. If you mean a collection of buildings surrounded by streets, filled with people? Yes, yes I have. If you mean an island community where people who are dead are brought? No, I have not. If you mean it in the broadest sense, of perceiving a location with my eyes? Yes, yes I have."

He continues to perceive it now.

"It...might be a good place. Maybe."
amnotaweasel: (T: only one man in the world)

[personal profile] amnotaweasel 2023-09-24 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, he gets broad. Is he making fun of her? She can't tell, but it doesn't seem aimed, exactly. Maybe he's like Aoshi-sama, who just likes to give thorough answers.

"I was more talking about the dead thing." Misao pauses. "Are you sure a place full of dead people can be good?" But maybe it can. Maybe some of the dead people she loves will be here.
lasthumanvoice: (who plays what he wants to play)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are dead people any different from living people? You and I are dead--can you arbitrarily ascribe goodness or lack thereof to us based solely on that fact?" Cecil shakes his head slightly. "To die is not a failure. It is human, it is inevitable."
amnotaweasel: (T: weasel girl)

[personal profile] amnotaweasel 2023-09-24 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She's about to say, 'Well of course they're different,' but he continues and she pauses, thinking. She's not really much of a deep thinker, but, hey, she's trying over here.

"I mean, sure, it's not a failure unless you don't accomplish your goal." She was raised by spies and assassins; they have unique perspectives sometimes. "But... I wasn't dead before I woke up. Were you?"

That's probably how it works. But she doesn't think she likes that it works that way. She wasn't dead. She was young, healthy, and not in a position to get hit by a runaway carriage or murdered by some bored former samurai.
thelatechrisfreeman: (let it lie (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2023-09-24 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," Chris says. "Even if former coroners don't have much to do these days, I'd like to speak to them about recent history and their experiences. To touch base with a fellow professional. And I will keep the Reverend in mind as well."

Chris shifts their weight a bit, from foot to foot, then mutters, "I could swear this is a new body... far too soft..."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-09-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
If there was an even closer icon it would be on this tag.

"Oh! Oh! That's perfect! No one seems to like it when I call them a co-worker but that's exactly what I've meant this entire time!" Jean's reaching over for an Overly Enthusiastic Handshake there buddy. "Thank you, Comrade...?"
lasthumanvoice: (as we celebrate mediocrity)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Comrade Cecil Palmer, the Voice of Night Vale. And you were saying something about an interview before?"

Now that he's done his best to further a cooperative mindset, he can be serious for a moment. Perhaps he'll even get a coffee out of it?
lasthumanvoice: (they're gonna hang him so high)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know whether I was or wasn't. The last thing I remember was being alive, but losing control of myself at an opera."

It's a complicated situation to understand, but it is very easy for Cecil to believe he had died in the process of being controlled.
lasthumanvoice: (and says what he wants to say)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Walking happens. Walking happens a lot, and then eventually they reach the tavern and one of their rooms where bandaging can happen.

Cecil is gentle, but he does know what he's doing. Scout badge, as he'd said.
lasthumanvoice: (you just can't do what he did)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Cecil. It's nice to meet you...I think. I mean that I'm hopeful meeting you will be nice, but you're under no obligation, of course."

He's trying, Gerry. He's trying. And following, of course.
thelatechrisfreeman: (use your brain (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2023-09-24 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Once xey are all bandaged up, Chris wriggles xeir toes and then pads over to where the new arrival shoes xey initially abandoned are waiting.

"Thank you," Chris says. Xey pull on one shoe, then another -- carefully. "You definitely earned that scout badge. If you like, after we wash up, we can grab something to eat. The food here at the Oak and Iron is good, and the cost is covered by the vouchers they give us every month."
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last human voice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-24 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Food seems like a good idea." Cecil nods. "There's been a lot going on today."

And there may or may not be crabcakes on the menu today, given circumstances.
amnotaweasel: (T: i might cry)

[personal profile] amnotaweasel 2023-09-24 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"How sad, not to know if you were alive or weren't." She's not touching the 'lost control in an opera' thing. She has no idea where to start with it, and honestly, she's overwhelmed enough.

Time to change topics. "Hey, what do you know about the lanterns? Is there some kind of festival?"
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-09-25 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes!" Jean nudges the coffee towards Cecil, and then produces the Notebook before flipping to a blank page. "Only with your permission, of course! I've made myself something of a gofer, hahaha, and I try to compile relevant skills and experience. They'd be shared with Madam Princess -" Jean cringes; habit, "- Zelda and possibly Age- Comrade Holloway, who have relevant experience in large projects like ours."
lasthumanvoice: (you just can't put)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I give you permission to interview me, then." Coffee get. Coffee gulp. His eagerness for it is that of someone else who lives with caffeine in his veins in his usual life. "Just...be gentle?"
lasthumanvoice: (and says what he wants to say)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not certain. Where I'm from, there is a holiday where vegetables are hollowed and used as lanterns, but I'm not sure if it's the same here."

Cecil glances around and then back at Misao.

"Perhaps...staying together would be a good idea, for the moment."
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[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2023-09-25 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Gerry's not offended at all. In fact, he's mostly just deeply amused. This guy is so... much. But in an endearing, ostensibly harmless way. So it's funny.

"I get you," he agrees. "Nice to meet you too, Cecil. Hey, can I ask you kind of a weird personal question?"
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last human voice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
That question in itself is a yellow flag, or perhaps a purple one. But how bad can it be? Cecil nods, then realizes he's following, so Gerry probably (probably) can't see the gesture.

"You can ask."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-09-25 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Not to worry! All answers are strictly optional and do not create or imply an obligation of any kind. No one's exactly in charge anyway." Can you hear the existential tremor at the edge of that admission, Cecil? Jean busies themself recording the name and title they were given, before: "What fields were you previously employed in?"
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
This one is, at least easy.

“Community radio! When I was five years old, it was prophesied that I would become the Voice of Night Vale. As a teenager, I interned under Leonard Burton, and since I managed to survive my internship, I became the host of Night Vale Community Radio when he died.”
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-09-25 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Jean dutifully writes this down. "Local news, emergency broadcasts, the like? This place has primitive telecommunications, radio might be a possibility - and a serious public good!'
lasthumanvoice: (in the minds of those kids)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"That was exactly what I did! Plus public interest stories. Advertisements. Sponsorship deals. And, of course, the Weath..." He stops mid-word, unsure of if saying it here would cause the same effects as back home. Probably not something to test right now without Comrade Jean's consent.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-09-25 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
In the notebook: Fear of meteorology?

"Did you do your own writing? As we gather information on the overall project, someone who can communicate it to the layman would be...amazing, really!" They're so excited Cecil. Look at them. This chicken nugget is shaped like a puppy.
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last dj)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2023-09-25 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He taps the page with a single finger, black nail polish from home chipped, worn down.

"I'm not afraid. It's just. I'm not certain if it'll be the same here. It's hard to explain, easier to demonstrate, but I didn't want to, unless you were okay. Okay with me demonstrating, that is."

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