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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.

Comments

[crushed_pearls]

"Given to understand you put this together, yeah?"

It's Erin! She is still eating, and has fully given in to the sugar cravings. The balanced part of her diet is out of the way and Erin has wholly returned to decimating the dessert options. "Erin Peters. I uh. I made the entrance just earlier, y'all were there."

[crushed_pearls]

"God I bet," Erin says dreamily. "Like, no small part of my attraction to Daisy is the bit where she can fold me in half until I snap like a fucking twig."

[crushed_pearls]

"I haven't had access to my ability to heal by magic for a bit and I wanted to check." Erin sighs deeply. "And it's easiest for me to cut myself, don't have to explain why I 'attacked' someone else and I'm a bit hard for other people to cut usually."

[inhairently]

( steve may have more experience with concussions than anyone his age ought to but none of anything this man just said makes sense so they must be in the clear. )

Is it that obvious? ( he asks in that charming sort of tone only a teenager can really achieve, which seems to say, "o b v i o u s l y i'm a new arrival, what do you think?" however, as he goes on the snippiness in his tone eases up a little. ) Steve Harrington. I just got in today.

[abhorrently]

"Yeah."

If the slight inclination of her tone a certain way wasn't enough, there's a little knowing edge in her expression that has nothing at all to do with fantasy.

Sorry Daisy.

[crushed_pearls]

"Fever. Did you fuck my murder wife?" Beat. "Actually no this is Daisy - were you fucked by my murder wife?"

[notinflictthem]

"Sorry, I signed this wacky piece of paper which means I don't cut into healthy flesh for no reason."

And he isn't about to assist in that either.

"You also have healing magic, huh."

If Hawkeye sounds a little defeated by that, it's because he is.

[abhorrently]

"...She's married?"

There are some lines Fever won't cross.

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah, but don't look so down, I ain't Christ. I'm barely even Judas." Erin makes a Hand Wavey Kinda Gesture, trying to figure out how to explain through the fog of exhaustion in her head. "...I can heal things the body could heal, basically? If a dude gets stabbed I can get them to heal faster than they'll die, but I can't like. Regrow an eye, install a prosthetic, cure a cold, perform a bypass, none of that. When it comes to the work you do with your hands the best I got is basic first aid and getting people to be comfortable while they die."

[hadnoright]

Daisy, shouting helpfully from where she's sat: "Oh for fuck's... we are not married! We're not even monogamous! Erin just thinks she's funny!"

We Die For The Bit

[crushed_pearls]

"IF YOU WON'T RESPECT THIS MARRIAGE I'M GONNA STOP MAKING THE BLOOD FROSTING CUPCAKES!"

[hadnoright]

Daisy now gesturing like do you see what I mean?

[crushed_pearls]

"...Okay I can't keep the bit going in the face of that much earnestness, the original joke was about how Americans hate reading. I paid to have my eyes cut out." Erin flashes a sheepish grin; sorry?

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | Existing Player

[apocryphalarchivist]

Often times, Jon keeps himself busy, but today in particular was running him a bit ragged.

He'd been up early to help with the pamphlet-making, made a green-bean casserole (one of the few recipes he could recall enough of the steps of), welcomed several of the earlier newcomers he bumped into, and then saw himself off for a bit to mingle with whoever had caught the attentions of his few close friends.

It doesn't take long for him to find a drink and linger on the fringes, however, switching occasionally between chatting with Neil and people-watching.

He's not hard to find, though - and, unfortunately unknown to him, his people-watching tends to have a somewhat unpleasant and deeply-prying energy that's passed along to anyone he looks at for too long. Sorry about that, new friends!

Wrap?

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah." Erin buries her head against Daisy's shoulder and just breathes, for a long while. No further words. She's. So tired, and she needs to go meet more people, have an exhausting-ass first day, there's more people to find and to look for and to chat up but...

She needs this, for now.

[abhorrently]

The problem is that Fever is now laughing, but manages to hold out a thumbs up. Don't worry Daisy, she doesn't think you're married.

"As long as I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. If I do, then it's your turn to punch me."

For all the humor, this part is sincere.

[crushed_pearls]

Hey Jon that bird lady who fell on her face is sidling up to you with a beer.

She's not saying anything.

Nnnnnooooot saying anything.

Sipping the beer.

"'sup you meme-loving fuck?" Erin greets, affectionately.

[batteryacid]

"The good thing about this place is you can always change your mind if a job doesn't fit. Angel used to be on the fire brigade and lived here in town, which made things a bit difficult, you know, for seeing each other. But then he decided to come live and work on the farm with me, and..." Eddie smiles, "He's putting together his own beehives for when spring really gets going. It makes him happy."

And Angel being happy clearly makes his partner Eddie happy.

[crushed_pearls]

"Listen, lass, I do not get to be this big of a slut and just hit people for sleeping with my loved ones. You'll get a talk if something is wrong. Usually." Erin offers a hand out, to shake on it.

[crushed_pearls]

"I'll level with you, I didn't know you well. You were kinda my friend's goofy boyfriend to me, but I knew ya as an artist and a dedicated submissive, which uh, remember the crack about the no-ethics BDSM city? Dedicated submissive. Knew way too much about that dynamic."

[abhorrently]

Hand taken, hand shaken.

"Appreciate it." Pause. "Where were we? Strong women, or employment?"

By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners

[crushed_pearls]

"Fever, I'm always at strong women. I am strong women."

[inhairently]

"I'm just asking," Steve says, a touch defensive. He doesn't clock the lack of breathing, and the paleness doesn't immediately strike him as odd. The no blinking thing, though? That's creepy.

"I mean, it just doesn't make any sense, you know? Why would dead people have to eat?"

Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Existing Player

[mister_morgan]

Dressed in his best that absolutely screams "I was a cowboy up until a few months ago", Arthur is acting as first-resident chore boy of the potluck.

He's not particularly keen to let Dahlia get buried in too much work, and while he's spending as much time with Sally and Gwen as he's able to, he's also up and about any time anyone mentions something needs done. There comes a point where he's gotten familiar enough with those keeping things like water and cutlery stocked that they'll flag him down.

Much as he might complain, it's a comfortable, familiar thing. It reminds him of the simple pleasures of camps back home.

He's a large man, and not the most graceful, so not bumping into a newcomer or two is almost certainly out of the question. He's glad to tip his hat and greet anyone who meets his eyes, though, even when he's looking overwhelmed. Have you ever seen one person carry quite that many plates? Hopefully not. (Maybe he could even use a hand, from anyone feeling particularly proactive!)

[umm_shafaqat]

Keziah is indeed ignoring the shape of Wayne's head, because she has seen stranger things.

"Excuse me," she says politely, "what's that you're humming?"