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TDM #10 - Wither and Bloom [First Edition]
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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette
12/13/24 | TDM #10 - Wither and Bloom [First Edition]
Spring Pokémon Types - Grass, Fairy, Ground, Bug, Normal
WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW
By Yorick Aberdeen

The crop for which the town is named.
Greetings, Hollowites, old and new! We are pleased to bring you yet another riveting issue of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette. Or perhaps this is your very first one?
For nearly two years now, the mysterious ferryman has brought new and interesting faces across seas and stars and dimensional planes to reach our fair island. Since then, our community has grown larger and infinitely more interesting--- and we’re glad you’re joining us! Just in time for the weather to be just lovely.
This time of year tends to be a bit lighter on town-wide events due to this being a vitally busy time for our local agriculture industry, but we urge you to get involved with planting season and spend some time in nature. Who knows? You might even catch sight of our goddess of Land and Spring if you spend enough time among plants! Just don’t look into the trees--- they look back.
We invite you, as with all those who came before you, to enjoy your stay at the Oak & Iron tavern inn while you settle in. Please stop by Town Hall to discuss opportunities for work and more permanent housing! All newcomers get 100 Brass in their pocket upon arrival as well, so we encourage you to take advantage of this as well. Reach out to your neighbors for help if you need it, and don’t forget to pick up your copy of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette whenever you need the local news!
SPRING WEATHER REPORT
By Phil Connors

The breeze will make your clothes smell great!
Start dusting those homes and beating those blankets! The days are getting longer, and with it, the winds are getting warmer. Spring is here! We’ll see some days that are still chilly and windy, but the more warm and temperate phases will get more common later in the season. We’re also entering the rainy period, meaning flowers are springing out of the ground and we’ll be seeing some very beautiful sunrises on misty mornings. Color is coming back to the isle, the frogs are in the rivers, and the insects and lambs are in the fields. It’s a good season to be outside.
Which means it’s also a good season to do laundry! Join us for our Community Laundry Day, where we all do our much-needed chores together and hang-dry our laundry in the warm and breezy weather! Join us on the green for some team washing. Water provided. Bring your own tubs, soap, and of course, clothes!
COMMUNITY EVENTS KEEP TOWN LIVELY ALL SPRING
By Timothy Stoker

The gazebo in town square, beside the festival green, is the place to be this season.
Legend has it that this time last year, a packed ferry arrived with a mass influx of offworlders, and an emergency potluck dinner was held to welcome the crowd. Now, this reporter wasn’t here just yet when that happened, but stories tell of a gathering of epic culinary proportions that heralded a new age of prosperity for Pumpkin Hollow. Sounds like something worth celebrating! Now that the weather has turned lovely once more (as elaborated on above by our own Phil Connors), the town has decided to celebrate the anniversary of the newly dubbed “Harbor Day” by revisiting that potluck idea. Drop by the Temple of Sacred Roots every other Friday from now until June to sample the cuisine of your new neighbors and local businesses. New residents need only bring themselves!
Also, in the spirit of spring cleaning, residents will also be selling or giving away their old items every weekend, weather permitting, in a series of mass yard sales. Some of our more modern residents supplied the term “yard crawl” for the event, which was deemed to be fitting. So come out on Saturday and Sunday mornings and afternoons to see what useful used items you can take off your neighbors’ hands! It’s a great way for new residents to decorate their new homes cheaply and get some new clothes.
And finally, on Wednesday evenings the Festival Green will be hosting “Swift Social” events (to be held in the Oak & Iron in the event of rain). A reimagining of last year’s popular charity speed dating event, this new Swift Social is expanded to include individuals seeking platonic relationships as well--- though that doesn’t mean romance is off the menu! The 10 Brass will be used to support the town’s medical community and the Autumn Leaves Dormitory House for Young Residents. So come out and make a friend or meet someone cute--- it’s for charity!
Fearsome Fae Antics Cause Town-Wide Trouble
By Melanie King

Up to no good, probably.
Things have been getting tricksy around town as, apparently, the fae population are staging the prank war to end all prank wars—or so local experts are telling us. If, like this reporter, you thought you were just having terrible luck with forgetting where you put things down or waking up with horrible bedhead, surprise! You've actually been caught in the crossfire of the fairies' games and may be entitled to financial compensation. (Not really. That's a joke.)
It looks like their antics are escalating significantly over time from harmless inconveniences to active dangers, so beware of any unusual sounds, behaviours or visual phenomenon you may encounter. Alluring or pleading voices from the woods, ghostly lights, critters acting oddly—if it's out of the ordinary, think twice. Or it might be the last time you think at all (at least, until tomorrow morning).
Fiendish Floral Figures Take Root Around Town
By Yorick Aberdeen

How eerie!
Spring is a time of year characterized by new life and by fresh floral blooms. It’s said that the land is Serranai’s canvas, and flowers are her paint. There is no debating that watching the Spring goddess’s artistry come to life in her season of power is an activity beloved by all! However, the Department of Supernatural Affairs is currently investigating some strangely behaved plant life.
While sightings have been somewhat rare, locals have been reporting eerie structures made out of flowering vines or woven flower stems that take the shape of hollowed out humanoid silhouettes. The poses seem to indicate motion and appear capable of springing to life at any moment, but the strange figures never seem to actually move --- at least, not that anyone has actually seen. However, many have cited that upon looking away from the figures and looking back, they appear to be closer. Those who have had direct contact with these floral armatures of people are also reporting some kind of ongoing allergic reaction from the encounter. Symptoms include severe shortness of breath, unpleasant itching that feels like it is coming from beneath the skin, and intense bouts of emotion which vary from person to person.
The Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety is currently investigating long-term effects of contact with these beings and advises residents to avoid them. They seem highly resilient to fire, impact, and tearing, and while cutting with a sharp implement seems to have some success, it’s inadvisable to get close enough to the things to use such tools in the first place. Local alchemist Aeryn Sallek and local non-magical chemist Sally Boyle are currently working together to develop an herbicidal blend that is safe for human skin contact and potentially consumption to try and deal with the flowery menaces, which the Board of Safety has begun calling “Hanahilators”. But don’t let the name frighten you--- steering clear of these freaky floral followers should be a more than sufficient safety measure until the threat can be dealt with. Probably, anyway!
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Yard Crawl
Participate in the Yard Crawl as either a buyer, a seller, or both! When you take on a job in Pumpkin Hollow, you are supplied with permanent housing outside the Oak & Iron as part of your start-up kit, and most of them are full of old and worn furniture and clothes left behind when they were abandoned. Get rid of some of it or find something new at the Spring Yard Crawl! Plus, some of the native residents will also be selling or giving away their own old things.
Here’s how the Brass shakes out:
- Buyers can spend 50 Brass and get a haul of their choice of used or free clothing, furniture, or small decorative items. All of it will be of decent to low quality and relatively unremarkable design, so nothing extravagant. (Although a lone exciting knick knack could be considered passable!) Reminder that newcomers are given their first stipend of 100B upon arrival, so new characters are welcome to participate--- you’ll just need to mark that on your ledger if/when you app in. Ask for help if you have questions about this!
- Sellers can make 50B off of their participation but must make a toplevel. Only apped-in characters that are not Laggards can participate as a Seller.
- Those who are both buying and selling end up with a net zero of Brass, but all the aforementioned rules apply!
- Transactions related to the Yard Crawl can be applied to a character’s ledger three times --- once per month for the duration of this TDM!
Swift Social
Under the Swift Social toplevel posted from the mod account, join the fun by posting a starter with the provided code to create a profile card! Then comment on someone else’s starter with one of the following icebreaker questions to get started:
Which would be more surprising to see on your doorstep, a unicorn or a walrus?Be advised that you must post a comment with your profile card so that any Swift Social partners you have can reference it for your age and preferences.
If you could commit any crime with no consequences, what would it be?
If you were caught in a trap and the only way to escape from it with your life was to do something genuinely impressive, what would be your approach?
If you had to live on only one food for the rest of your life, what would you choose?
If you were held at knife point and instructed by your assailant that you must call someone on their sending stone, and if they do not answer, you die, who would you call?
Which would be most frightening to encounter in a dark alley: a ghost, an alien, or a horse?
If you could have any wish granted for you, no matter how big or small, what would it be? (Cannot ask for more wishes, that’s cheating!)
What’s a subject that you could confidently teach an hour-long class on with no preparation?
If you could instantly become an expert in any skill, what would you choose?
Make your own!
Fae Pranks
It’s a fairy prank war! A few of the local fae courts are using Marrow Isle as their battle ground, since the demons made it trendy. They’re mostly out to prank each other--- but they’re also happy to practice their tricks on you! And fairies have some very odd ideas about boundaries when it comes to pranks. Here’s a few examples of some of the tricks you might encounter, ranging from silly to genuinely dangerous:
- A truly outrageous amounts of butterflies
- Sightings of Edwin the Headless Postman, a Dullahan (this is a played character that a mod will tag out with, please leave an OOC note if you’d like to opt out)
- Will-o-wisps that lead you in circles or into danger
- Fae dance parties that will have you dancing yourself to death!
- Missing objects
- Mysteriously spoiled milk
- Your hair got braided or extra tangled while you were asleep
- Weird sounds in Prague Mill after dark. Is it haunted?
- Strange women crying in the forest or by the Bluffs, but when you approach them to try and help, you find yourself suddenly in life-threatening danger!
- Create your own! Have fun with it, get spooky or goofy as you see fit.
Floral Fiends [cw: body horror, death]
Loosely inspired by the Hanahaki disease and the film Annihilation, Hanahilators are uncanny figures made out of flowers that move when they are not being watched. If they catch you, they will grab you, but seemingly have no interest in harming you as they will relent as soon as they’ve touched you.
However, once you have pollen on you, the effects begin to take hold, and flowers begin growing within your body, first in your lungs and then pushing into the rest of you. These parasitic blooms feed off of your strong emotions and are influenced by the emotions which define you. (Feel free to use the Victorian flower language to determine what kinds of flowers you get!) Once strong enough, the vines begin feeding on your body, destroying it and leaving behind a brand new Hanahilator. But don’t worry, you’ll be back to your old self tomorrow, so enjoy the opportunity to explore the island as a ghost! Apped in characters should remember to fill out a Death Certificate! It’s a relatively rare encounter, so don’t worry about running into one if you don’t want to.
Pokémon
Each season, new types of Pokémon can be found in nature around the island! They cannot be captured as the technology does not exist on Marrow Isle, but they can be befriended and kept as pets. Since there is no PC, each person can have no more than six. You can befriend any Pokémon whose primary type matches the list at the top of the newspaper. (Eevee can be caught in any season.) Legendaries are off limits for obvious reasons, and mythicals can be encountered for fun but not kept! Evolutionary stones can be found in Paradesium, the magical subterranean jungle beneath the mountain to the North. Every type will be available at some point throughout the year, so if you don’t have access to your fave yet, check back next season!
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"Oh, that one. It's a band, but they're monsters. Hearing their music makes people kill each other," Gerry says casually. "Thought it'd be funny to make fake merch."
With a big stick, he stirs the dye vat, evenly coating the new additions and ensuring they're properly submerged. "Would you believe I've seen them play? I haven't heard them. I would definitely have died if I had. But I did see them."
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"Huh. Funny."
Flatter than she would have liked.
Carolina peers into the vat, watching her clothes disappear into the inky current. Strange, inanimate fish in a bowl too cramped, too dark, too hot. So long, pastels. She won't miss them.
"Did you creep through some window?"
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A beat or two as he watches her frilly clothes sink into the tiny abyss they created.
"I miss modern music. The bands here are good, but I was a metalhead back home. Nothing here quite compares. Y'like music much?"
Small talk, but maybe it'll help untangle some of this tension between them.
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Gerry earns himself another incredulous look. Question after question from her— it's a wonder she has breath left for anything else.
"How do you know the music's good if everyone who hears them dies? Wouldn't there be no witnesses? I guess someone could have jotted a sparkling review down on paper before keeling over." Said with the utmost sincerity. "...Is it after the performance? Everyone suddenly drops like flies?"
She chews her cheek. Simple questions like these feel like a test she's destined to fail.
"I think so. I knew someone in school who would smuggle in old CD's. Punk music, stuff like that. I kept one of her's. Well— I borrowed it and never got a chance to give it back. She got expelled, eventually. Turns out superintendents don't like headbangers. The band was... something Weasel, I can't remember. But I liked them."
There's a pause. A slosh of wet fabric and smile in her voice when she speaks up again.
"I'm actually really bad at singing. Not in a fake humble way, either. Like, really bad. If I ever wanted a room to myself, to study or whatever, I would sing until everybody got up and left."
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After a moment of puzzling, a name springs to mind. "Was it Screeching Weasel? So you're a punk?" The idea brings a grin to his face. He could absolutely see her rocking spikes and beat up vans and shitty jeans. "Nice. There's a band here you might like, the Deadwood Five. They do this sort of Irish bar music type thing, you might dig it."
Into the barrel go all the pastels. Soon she'll be rocking all black, just like him. Maybe they ought to go yard crawling for more clothes to destroy.
The comment about singing brings out a laugh. "I sing alright. But I'm better at the metal scream. You know the one."
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"Jesus," She grimaces. "That's awful."
Are there worse ways to go out than being traumatized to death? No, she doesn't think so.
Deadly concerts aside, Carolina brightens. 'Brightens'— really, it's more of an intense star-burst, something cosmic and blinding and a little scary to behold. "Yeah, that's it! Screeching Weasel! Although I wouldn't call myself a punk. We had uniforms so I never got the full experience. But— yeah... Yeah, I think I would. I haven't had a drink in— God, forever."
Excellent idea. She's already started to drift toward the rows of tables sprawled out. Never could stand in one place for very long, unless ordered to.
"I bet you do. Do you make music, or do you just like to scream for fun?"
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Man, what was it like when he and Cecil first got together? Gerry can scarcely remember now, it all seems like a lifetime ago. And now here he is, ostensibly back in that same stupid boat all over again. He never thought he'd even need to figure this out again, after Cecil. When things seemed to come so naturally. And then they stopped. And then he was gone.
When will he learn?
"God, no, I just was 'singing' along with my stereo," Gerry admits, laughing. "I never really knew anyone outside my immediate family long enough to form a band, and my time for hobbies was, ehhhh. Limited. I did visual art, though. When I had time. Still do."
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Still pretty punk. Huh.
Carolina's face screws up, brows pulled tight as a tripwire and lips a steep fold downward. Any onlookers might assume Gerry Keay has just insulted her to her face. That, at any moment, she might reel an arm beck to deck him. Anyone with an intimate knowledge of her expressive repertoire, however, will recognize it as flattered.
"What, like drawing? You any good?"
She stoops down to sort through a box beside one of many vendor tables. Old jackets, trousers, beaten up suspenders, too small or too worn for her. Fingers brush black lace, then, and like a fisherwoman pulling a trout out of the water with her bear hands, she finds herself something. Holds it up to Gerry, perhaps a better fit for him.
...Hot.
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Occasionally, there is a person. A short-haired, soft-bodied man with red hair filled in with orange ink. His face is scribbled out. A woman, apparently with dwarfism, sporting curly hair. A desi man with pale streaks in his hair. His shop girls, Gwen and Helena. A robed woman with facial tentacles that would look monstrous if she were not drawn with such softness. And way, way at the back, Carolina herself. Her hair is filled in with the same orange ink--- except just a little bit at the roots.
While she looks over his doodle book, he cocks a brow at the shirt. "Fancy-schmancy," he remarks. "Might be cool with a waistcoat though. Not really your style, though, is it?"
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Carolina takes the book. It feels small in her hand. Precious. Months of careful labor brought together and bound by twine. Pages made from handmade stock. She can feel the pulp, rough against her thumb. Flip. A stag with black eyes. Flip. Creatures she's seen only in passing, too odd and too cute for her to hunt guiltlessly. Flip. People captured in intricate, inky detail. Line-work joined by subdued, colored washes. Some conventionally human, others not. All of them drawn with care.
And at the end, a side profile. The figure's eyes are trained on the center fold. Her lips are pulled taut, her nose scrunched. Not quite as intricate as the others, as if its artist was pulling from very few memories.
She looks pretty here.
Carolina frowns.
Gerry's voice is bogged by water, like he's dunked his head into the dying barrel and in a sudden panic she realizes she has no clue how long she's been quiet.
"What? Yeah— yeah, not my style. You'd look better in it, probably."
She hands the book back to him.
"You're talented."
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Then she hands the book back. "Thanks. Started doodling on long bus rides and plane flights and just got good at it, I guess. Maybe if you ever sit still long enough, I'll draw you properly."
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"Yeah? Does this mean I get to pick through your wardrobe?" Another dry delivery, impossible to know whether she's serious or not. Carolina isn't sure she knows, either. Still, she runs with it. "Better be worthwhile."
Travel, he says. She wonders what that must have been like. If he traveled alone. If he didn't. Wonders how a person prepares himself to meet horrors head-on and decides that maybe it isn't so different than gearing up for battle.
Different enemies, different horror, same sweaty palms and adrenaline spikes. Apparitions and aliens. She imagines his pre-battle rituals. The odd little things he must do the morning-of, lest his whole day of monster questing be thrown off.
Carolina eyes their dye barrel across the green.
"I can try."