pumpkinhollow: (Default)
pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_memes2023-09-03 04:38 pm
Entry tags:

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

My Image

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

My Image

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

My Image

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

My Image

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!

Page 1




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!
batteryacid: from the Matlock episode "The Star" (I)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-14 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie gives a little mock-glare over his teacup at Angel, takes a sip, and declares, "Lies and slander, sir. Myra never said anything about it."
graveling: (tell me more)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Who's Myra?" The most innocent look in the world is on Angel's face right now.
batteryacid: (J)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-14 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
There's a weary note to Eddie's voice as he sighs, "My ex-wife."
graveling: (tiny smirk)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-14 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah. Maybe you'd still be together if she was honest about things. Like the fact that you snore."
batteryacid: (F)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-14 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"The fact that she was finally honest about things is why we're divorced."

Eddie stares into his teacup for a while, trying to figure out how to phrase things with some delicacy. And he settles on, "It's that she lied about wanting children, even more than finding out we weren't even... compatible on a basic level. Given the way her attraction lies."
graveling: (internal)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-14 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

Angel's expression falls off his face, and he...right, he probably ought to clean up the stuff he made the tea with or something. Rather than upsetting Eddie more.
batteryacid: (E)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-14 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie really hasn't had much time to process... anything that happened to him lately. It's been a few months since the divorce was granted, sure, but he'd thrown himself into work to distract from thinking much about it and the fact that he'd ended up living with his mother again.

Then he'd spent the last week of his life rushing back to Derry, remembering huge swathes of his childhood that used to be fuzzy blanks, and fighting a monster. No time to process any of that before he was dead.

And he'd done it all over again once accepting the white-haired woman's offer, hadn't he? Just thrown himself into a useful job for the excuse that he had to do well and couldn't spare the time to think about the recent past.

He looks up again, and it's a surprise how much cleaning Angel's gotten done.

"I'm sorry. Brooding over all this crap; that was rude of me."
graveling: (backache)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-14 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"It's alright." His voice is quiet, a mere murmur, a rumble felt as much as heard. "I think you needed it, huh?"

Like, don't get Angel wrong, it was worried by that silence, that rumination, but not upset. It's not like he needs to be entertained all the time. That's another thing about living folks, they don't get being still for longer than a moment or two.
batteryacid: (Default)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-14 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Needed it, maybe. Wanted it? Different question," Eddie replies dryly.

He pushes back from the table and carries his teacup and saucer over to the wash basin.

"Anyway, it's more important to get you taken care of -- more immediate a concern than my failed marriage, that is."
graveling: (tiny smirk)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-14 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel brushes beside Eddie, shoulder against shoulder, a gesture oddly reminiscent of a cat rubbing up against someone's ankle in a social way before walking toward the door.

"Two things can matter and be important at the same time, you know."
peachiekeen: (Sheepish smile)

[personal profile] peachiekeen 2023-09-14 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
As if on cue, Peach rounds a corner in pursuit of Bobbin before colliding with the man calling her, sending both of them toppling into the grass. "Oof!"

Peach immediately popped to her feet to help the stranger. "Oh--- Oh my goodness, sir, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you till it was too late. Are you alright?"
peachiekeen: (Wink!)

[personal profile] peachiekeen 2023-09-14 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peach giggled, delighted by her success. ] Oh, nowhere specific! Just a lot of practice. Are you able to get your pen back?
prise_de_fer: (neutral - worry)

A day at the beach!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-09-15 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
The crabs were so annoying! Mort is really starting to despise them, but that's not going to stop her from trying to enjoy the last dredges of summer heat at the beach. She's ready to find a high spot and swat the crabs with a broom, but then she notices company a short distance away.

"Excuse me!" Mort calls out brightly. "Watch your feet, miss!"
spaghettimonster: (CONFUSION)

PAPYRUS | Undertale

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2023-09-16 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
💀 ORIENTATION - The Oak & Iron - freshly arrived
For all he's just arrived, it feels like it's been quite the while. He's not sure if it's been hours, or days, or something... interminably longer than that. Hopefully not longer, for surely people will be worrying about him!

...He hopes, anyway. Not in the completely and utterly unrelatable way of wondering whether anyone cares enough about him to worry, of course - but whether there's anyone left alive to do the worrying! The last things he clearly remembers before all this involve gathering a lot of people, the pulsating light at the end of the underground, and... vines. Vines that definitely hurt because of the thorns, and not any sense of maybe-betrayal stinging him from it all.

No, it must feel like it's been a while because of how many times his life has been overturned in such a short amount of time. Years of life underground, a monster culture of puzzles to thwart or at least delay humans, striving towards goals that seemed out of reach... And then, suddenly, a human arrived, a whirlwind of traveling and friendships and maybe a tiny bit of treason. And now, this promise of a renewed life at the end of a quest...! Where the quest itself is unknown, and shrouded in mysteries and silences enough to stymie figuring out what it is, let alone get on working hard at it.

Now? Well, it's not yet the season of spirits, but residents of the Oak & Iron may be forgiven for wondering if it is, given the skeleton sitting in a tavern seat. Those not alarmed by the sight may recognize the shirt and trousers of those brought by the ferry, or the map he's squinting at and turning in hand.


💀 SKYGAZING - Tawny Beach - day or night
By now, Papyrus has gotten the basic lay of the town and the way things work, and with it, newer clothes. They started as the basic attire typical of those on a budget, a far cry from the various attire that fills his closet back home, or the battle body he'd been wearing for weeks before all this... But he's already taken sharp objects and thread to these replacement garments.

Now the shirt is a crop top with somewhat padded shoulders, and there's a bone outline embroidered in the front. The fresh hem ripples just enough to hint at his lower ribs, as he stands on the breezy beach and stares out across the water at the open sky.

Maybe it's night, and the stars are faintly reflecting off his bones. Either way, he doesn't notice anyone approaching until they make some sort of noise. If they can read the somewhat changeable expression of a skull, there's something of wonder and loneliness in his face at the sight of it all.


💀 DOWN IN THE UNDERGROUND... AGAIN - Lockwood Forest, Paring River - River Walker prompt
Maybe Papyrus didn't take the warnings all that seriously, despite everything that's happened. But who could blame him? For all he doesn't know very many spider monsters all that well, it seemed clear to him that they'd been describing a spider monster. Hardly alarming enough to avoid a whole region of the surface world island. Of course, it turns out the aboveground isn't all there is around here.

"Marrow Island," he muses to himself, swerving to try not to bang his head on a stalactite again, "truly a great name. Incredibly welcoming! And now the island is hospitable enough to offer caves, all the more like home." Another narrower section that takes turning sidelong. "If only it were a little homier, and a little less 'run before being eaten.'"

The distant (but not nearly distant enough!) laughter echoing through the tunnels does the opposite of reassuring him that he's not about to be made into soup stock. Literally any other company would probably help.


💀 CRAB CATCHING - Pumpkin Hollow - crab hatching prompt
"Hey!!!" The clacking of crab claws throughout town is interrupted by a raised voice rapidly approaching, which passes quickly in a doppler effect of continued shouted. "You stupid crab! Get back here with my boot?!"

The clacking of bone on cobblestone makes it all the more clear that the passing shouter is a skeleton, bare bone foot stamping as he chases the blur of a crab comically smaller than the boot it's dragging along.


💀 WILDCARD
( Interested in some other kind of prompt? Feel free to DM me [personal profile] spaghettimonster or [plurk.com profile] swirlingflight to toss a couple ideas around! )
skeletonkeay: (distress)

River Walker!

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2023-09-16 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take Gerard long to hear the chatter. In the honest to god hours he's been stuck down here, he's grown quite familiar with the sound of the River Walker's voice echoing through the tunnels and this is most assuredly a different one. Gerard had been laying flat on his back, exhausted and content to be a quitter. 'Just eat me and get it over with,' as it were. But the sound of another voice made him sit up a bit.

"Hello? Someone there?"
somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676545)

Skygazing | Day

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2023-09-16 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the weirdest skeleton that River has ever seen. She actually pinches herself before approaching but, no, that sure is a skeleton that doesn't quite feel right to her necromancer's senses. An undead being brought here by the white-haired lady, the way Annabel and Angel and Erik were? Part of the local life, currently unusually friendly? Not an illusion, at least, so...

Nothing for it but to approach. Papyrus's view of the clouds gets obscured by a red-haired elf leaning over him from behind, green eyes blinking slowly in curiosity, hands on her hips well away from the sword riding there.

"Good afternoon, sssss - gggoooo -" Pause. "Okay, give me a hand here, the local customs seem to be 'sir' or 'miss', I'm used to 'goodman' and 'goody', but the closest polite title I've got for someone of your persuasion is 'dread master' and I don't wanna leap to assuming you're a necromancer."
peachiekeen: (you mean to tell me a shrimp fried this)

Orientation

[personal profile] peachiekeen 2023-09-16 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
There is very little in the universe that surprises Princess Peach anymore.

She's been turned into a painting by ghosts, kidnapped by a doppelganger made of paint, had an alien AI fall in love with her, been whisked off to every castle under the sun, had stars rain down on her castle more than once, driven a race car, played life size board games on a giant cake, and even quite recently travelled the world with a talking tiara on her head.

So when she's leaving her new room at the Oak & Iron and she sees a skeleton sitting at the bar reading a familiar-looking little map, well, that's hardly any different from encountering a Dry Bones, is it? But then after a moment, she realizes he looks a bit familiar.

During her most recent stint at a certain interdimensional multiverse fighting tournament, one she's been attending for many years, there was someone new. Someone who Peach had whiled away several gaps between matches with, having a number of delightful chats. Someone who had talked often of a brother.

Peach came up to the bar primly, tapping her currently un-gloved fingers on the skeleton's acromion. "Pardon me, sir," she said. "We haven't met, but--- you wouldn't happen to know anyone named Sans, would you?"
peachiekeen: (Oops!)

Re: A day at the beach!

[personal profile] peachiekeen 2023-09-16 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm? Oh, goodness---!" Peach quickly withdraws her feet from the water at the sight of little blue crabs trying to make a grab for her toes. Probably just mistaking them for food and not because these crabs are evil little hellians.

She looked back over to the cat-eared girl and smiled, giving a wave. "Thank you! Do you need some help over there?"
batteryacid: (G)

Crab Catching

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-16 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie is used to dealing with a thieving animal of his own -- although in his case it's a mischievous chicken and not a blue crab -- so when he hears that shout, he's focused more on retrieving the boot. His eyes are downcast to watch the ground and make sure he steps on the right thing.

"Hah!" Eddie stomps, pinning the cuff of the boot to the ground. The little crab tugs ineffectually at it for a little while, as Eddie says triumphantly, "Gotcha, you little menace!"

He picks up the boot, giving it a shake while close to the ground to dislodge the crustacean that tried to abscond with it. Then Eddie straightens up, dusting at the boot to remove the mark of his own shoe...

And comes face to face with a skeleton.

He yelps in surprise. (Eddie is not the most observant of people -- blame his habit of overwork -- and probably thought that clacking of bone was more crab claws going click.)
batteryacid: (C)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-16 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie blinks, unsure of how to parse the contact. So he focuses on Angel's words as he follows the other man toward the door.

"You get the last word this time," he says, affecting a bit of a grumble. But if Angel glances back, he'll be able to tell that Eddie is really just teasing him.

In any case, Eddie goes into the barn and can be heard greeting Missy and explaining that they have to go into town early (and promising that he'll buy her an apple for making the trip, even "If you're extra good, maybe I'll spring for some sugar cubes...") as he readies her to be hooked up to the carriage. It may be a silly habit, talking to the horse, but it seems to keep her calm and Eddie likes it because it helps him lay out plans for the immediate future.

He, uh... may forget to check where Angel is before leading Missy outside, so her view of Angel is unobstructed this morning.
batteryacid: (D)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-16 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie's glasses went flying in the collision, and he's now feeling around for them on the grass. "I think I'm all right," he responds, "but watch your feet... my glasses are around here somewhere."

Bobbin, out of grabbing distance from the both of them, drops Peach's stocking and lets out a chicken-y cackle.

Eddie huffs, and glares in the approximate direction of the bird. "I hear you, Bobbin! You've been a bad girl again, haven't you?"
graveling: (bitterness)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The horse reacts like most animals do to a corpse walking around. That's weird and I don't like it.

In Missy's case, there's a sense of checking for Eddie's reaction, but there is definitely some shying, eyes wide and panicked. Angel, for his part, stops when he sees the horse is uncomfortable.
batteryacid: (J)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-16 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily, Eddie manages to pick up on the tenseness of the situation. He pats Missy on her neck and says in a casual, relaxed tone, "That's just Angel, little Missy. He's okay. You're okay."

(He remembers what more knowledgeable people -- Annabel Lee and Milo -- told him about horses reacting to one's tone of voice.)

To Angel, Eddie suggests, "Maybe you should get in the carriage before I lead her over and attach her?"
graveling: (coming for you)

[personal profile] graveling 2023-09-16 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"The fact that you're vouching for me might help. People walking their dogs didn't know me and were as uneasy as those dogs. But yeah, I'll jump in."

It moves out of her line of sight, shoulders slumping a bit. Because this isn't a new reaction. This is how it always is.
batteryacid: (D)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2023-09-16 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"She'll get used to things. She just needs time."

Angel may be able to hear Eddie scolding Missy for being rude as he hooks her up to the carriage, warning her that if she acts up again it'll be a definite 'no' on sugar cubes. One might even think that Eddie was having a real conversation, able to understand the horse, but that's not the case.

Eddie is a little weird, and he's only gotten more off-kilter living mostly on his own.

He calls out, in a louder voice meant for Angel to hear -- "All right, we're all set. Next stop, Temple of Sacred Roots!"

[ OOC: Feel free to timeskip to them actually at the Temple. ]

Page 5 of 20