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WELCOME POTLUCK

Greetings, residents! Those more observant sorts among you may have noticed a large influx of very crowded ferries. In order to welcome our new residents en masse, Town Hall is holding a potluck in Town Square. Please bring a dish if you are able and make a new friend!

All of our newest arrivals need only bring themselves. We look forward to welcoming you all into our community, and may your lanterns always be lit.

This event is open to all! In light of our new influx of prospective players following the Great Sail Migration, we've decided to offer a small public event to tide everyone over until the TDM this weekend.

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[prince_of_beasts]

Blue. Dimitri shakes himself a final time, rubs a hand over his face, and relaxes. "Thank you," he says, restraining himself from apologizing again. He considers trying to explain, but he's reluctant to take up any more space than he has, and 'I had my appearance traumatically overhauled by faerie surgeons' is a lot to drop on someone he's barely met.

"As to what you mentioned earlier, ah ... I'm from the kingdom of Faerghus, in the north of the continent of Fódlan. I don't suppose that sounds familiar?"

[theydrewfirstblood]

"Big batch on the ferry--couple, I think." John replies as Anzu sits down. Glancing at Lev--and flexing his burning, aching fingers by his side, trying not to miss that painful, wonderful moment of touch--he smiles and nods to the bench.

He'll feel like a jackass if he takes the seat when Lev could be cuddled up to his mister--John would embarrass himself anyway.

Instead, he leans against the nearby birdbath, heavy enough to support the weight of his hip...and putting himself between the two of them and the open street, albeit just off to the side. He can still move to throw himself in front of them if he has to, without being obnoxious about it...

And as he crosses his arms comfortably against his chest, a significant amount of tension finally starts to slip out of him like cool water running off a melting block of ice.

"Weird thing is, I'm kinda used to the crowds." he huffs with barely there, humorless laughter. "Left for a minute, then came back, but I was doing time before that. Three years hard labor for a whole mess of charges--not sure if that translates. I know you 'n Lev don't come from a world remotely like mine."

[amourtician]

"I'll keep that in mind, about Max," Anzu says, by-the-by, studying Hawkeye and his reactions. He's having some trouble getting a proper read on him, on exactly how comfortable he is with subterfuge, how comfortable he is with not telling.

Unfortunately, he himself is too accustomed to talking about these things in allusions and circumlocutions. The pause lengthens. Eventually, he sighs and says, "darling, just ah. The kinds of things thou would'st not want thy superiors finding out about, back where thou died'st."

[amourtician]

Anzu sighs, half with relief and half because he feels a little foolish.

"It sounds not familiar, darling," he says. "But, ah. Still, I find it interesting how it seems we both thought we may have been born under the same moon, nu?"

[prince_of_beasts]

"People do seem to invent similar things across many worlds. It's comforting, I think, that we can find such familiarity even far from home." Dimitri takes a second look over the dishes and their labels. "The country you're from -- is it a cold one? Difficult to farm? We share several staples, though I don't recognize all of these terms."

[notinflictthem]

"Well, like I said, I have plenty of practice. Back where I'm from, getting caught was a one way ticket to disaster, and the only dirt they could find on me was my appreciation for naked women's volleyball."

This wasn't exactly the sort of talk he was expecting when he brought them back to his clinic, so. May as well try and throw the cat among the pigeons a little.

"Either of you the type to kiss on your first clandestine meeting in a doctor's office, or am I going to have to invite you both back again?"

[amourtician]

Anzu tilts his head back and gives John a long, piercing look — but there's sympathy in it, too. Then he sighs.

"Ah, darling," he says, ruefully. "No, it translates just fine. Katorga. By us we say sent to kozlostan, nu? To the country of the goats, or such bastards as one would call goats. One of the reasons the old tzar got his head lopped off."

He and Lev do sit close together, with their arms around each other — but they both look at John attentively, meaning to include him in this moment somehow.

[theydrewfirstblood]

Oddly, John does feel included--the focus on him as they settle in together doesn't feel uncomfortable, but more like the way touch should feel. The only kind he can bear, or allow himself to indulge in, being held by their regard if not their actual arms.

He relaxes into it a little more with a sigh, nodding at Anzu's assertion. He hates that it's a thing, but enjoys the universality of it: the language can be odd, the concepts can seem foreign, but some things are the same all over. Still, some of the things he's heard from Lev and now Anzu make him curious, and being here with just the two of them, the air feeling a little easier to draw in...

"In my world, there's only one czar that I ever heard of being killed, and I think he got shot." he admits. "If you don't mind me asking--and you can tell me to piss off if you want--are you guys Russian? Or is that even a place where you come from?"

[amourtician]

"Feh ... ah. The place I'm from is part of an empire so vast, 'tis difficult to make any one statement of it," Anzu says, thoughtfully. "But certainly much of it has harsh winters, and much of it has poor soil. I know little of farming. I was born in a city, and in a city I shall hopefully die."

He glances away from Dimitri, so as not to scrutinise him too hard, and potentially unsettle him. "But certainly, thy name I've heard before, back home. It's, nu. The name of the solar saint after whom the capitol of that empire was named."