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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

[itsjustabaddream]

A fellow doctor! How exciting. "Pleased to meet you! Welcome to Pumpkin Hollow. May I ask what field you work in?"

[hadnoright]

Daisy snorts softly. "Yeah, don't worry. Haven't been Dean Winchestered." Beat. That won't make any sense to her, will it... "—uh, he was a guy on my first trip that kept. Coming back? Without his memories of the ship. It happened probably five times over."

It was weird, but well, the ship was weird.

"That mean you missed the whole... prison mess?"

[theresalwaystheview]

Bart looks back up again, hesitating to speak up, but understanding that feeling implicitly. When you don't have much of anything to offer but you still want to anyway.

"The thought means more than you know," he relies quietly. Then he takes a breath, and tries to push a semblance of a smile onto his face that almost makes it to his eyes. "My name's Bart by the way. Welcome to the village."

[magistrixcaligo]

"The design of the buildings," Deirdre explains, gesturing once more at the town. "The way our fair city is built and laid out. You've been quite attentive to it, Mister...?"

We have too many threads already but I know how to keep it short I THINK >_>

[pineapplesalmon]

They've both been busy since that demon double confrontation at Merrymeet; César's been low-key frightened of how much she heard. Then César's farm upgrade and getting his part-timers up to speed tore his time away, and he let it fallow. And now, he realizes he's been a complete idiot about this. They were in sync again while working around each other, even if things were... awkward. In those moments, all his anxieties had melted away, and he could remember just how much he loved her.

He's going to fix this the right way. Talk, find out what happened between them, and address it. Later, tomorrow, very soon, not tonight; tonight's an important potluck. (How wonderful and domestic that feels.)

César takes time away from his own dishes to get her dishes very specifically. As in he went to grab a plate and immediately exited that line without even getting silverware or a napkin. Those he can get after this.

When it's his turn, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek, his smile to her as warm and soft as it always has been. "Load me up, quierida. ... you know, I'm going to be too full to work tomorrow. Maybe even the day after tomorrow."

Punctuated at the end with a wink only she can see. He can't tell her they'll talk things through in front of everyone. Or arrange when to meet. But he can acknowledge he needs to do so and let her know he's making time for her.

[theydrewfirstblood]

"Good eggs, the lot of 'em." John replies, equally terse but with warmth in his deep, quiet voice. Definitely a soldier, this one--or maybe JROTC? She looks so young, but some women just have good genes like that. Regardless of her age, she's got an air about her he knows all too well.

Military, disconnected, and paranoid--but it's a healthy dose.

"You're gonna be okay here." he muses aloud, then takes a few steps forward to offer her his hand. "Captain John Rambo, United States Army. Special Forces."

[spaghettification]

"Astrophysics! Specializing in the study of gravity. Which is how I acquired my struggles, I'm afraid."

But still, the joy of meeting a distant colleague is there. More academia on Marrow Island.

[theydrewfirstblood]

John stops by one of the tables, picks up a plate, and grabs a couple of sandwiches off a nearby tray. He adds some cheese, and a few cookies for good measure, then turns and offers the plate to the kid.

"Eat." he instructs, terse but gentle. "Whatever's eatin' you, kid, survival's a right. Not a privilege--and when it comes easy, it's a blessing. Don't turn your nose up at it. C'mon, take it."

[abhorrently]

Her eyes light up at the prospect. It'll be a glorious way to spend a free night, and she has no other obligations yet that would get in the way.

"It'd be my sincere pleasure. We'll figure out some way to coordinate it, as soon as we settle in."

[graveling]

Cue corpse. The approaching individual is not blinking or breathing and is pale as...well, he's damned pale, that's all. And he doesn't seem to remember to smile until he's right up on Father Mulcahy, his face shifting slowly, muscle-by-muscle into a smile that doesn't last, as if his face is too heavy to hold it.

"You're one of the guests of honor. Standing off on the edge isn't a good way to meet folks." His voice, a low rumble.

[ablativeholopleather]

....right. The human-types like more words. He'd been at home just long enough that his prior speech pattern took over again.

"Nah man, nah. Just not used to talking a lot," he replies with a mild shrug. "Song's a thing I wrote a couple cycles back for my crew."

He has no comment at all on. Lack of eye contact. Some of his best friends don't even have eyes. He doesn't expect a damn thing.

Yay!

[hereticofthewilds]

Elsie startles with a soft "Meep" as Ryja bounds over, but then she realizes she's been given helpful advice so she lights up in a small but sincere smile.

Her gaze gravitates to Ryja's mask, and as soon as she's laid the basket on the table (atop a mostly empty platter of sandwiches) her fingers reach out instinctively to try and caress the mask on Ryja's face. "Pretty..."

She'd be quite happy to say that these mushrooms are all safe. She knows the forest well. It provides for her. It could provide for others too if they want to listen to it.

[graveling]

"For most people, the answer is that you're not being dead while you're here. You've been restored to life by the goddess Mortanne, in order to help in the breaking of Marrow Island's curses. As such, you experience the needs of the living. Eating, sleeping, all that stuff."

He is not most people, but that's outside the point.

[itsjustabaddream]

"In my opinion, most people would benefit from some sort of therapy," Neil says politely. "But I understand. I'm just making sure everyone here knows what is available to them."

[abhorrently]

She gives a half bow in response, mirroring them. Comrade? A very friendly sort, then.

"Fever. Newly arrived, so...just Fever. Well met."

Agent might be ready to proclaim their place, but she has none to boast of. Only the simple gold circlet on her brow and her memories.

ARIIIIIII!

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik can all but feel the tension in her, but he returns her smile with a friendly one of his own, careful to avoid any fang peeking out.

"Yes," he scents the air just to be certain. "Yes, that one and the one beside it. But I believe that turnip casserole there is safe so long as you are not opposed to cheese."

[restingslasherface]

Jean cracks a bit of a guilty grin. "I tend to introduce myself as Agent so people won't default to 'mister' or 'miss'. Though! Cecil Palmer did introduce me to 'comrade', so!"

CW: offhand NSFW commentary in here

[lordoftheozarks]

Well. He can now confidently say he knows what it feels like to have his asshole pucker up around a butt plug. Of all days to make good on that pact with River... it had to be the day this bitch shows up.

"If you insist," he says utterly deadpan, but then quickly glances around to catch the eyes of Chris and give a small warning shake of his head because he can already hear their heart speeding up from here.

At least everything about Erin right now makes her seem like a stiff enough wind could knock her over. So. He can probably survive one punch. "I'm letting you have this one, but I will not let you have a second."

[hadnoright]

She shrugs casually. "Pretty much. New place. New people. Not a very trusting person. So. Stink-eye."

It's an improvement on how she used to handle not trusting the vibes of anyone around her.

[graveling]

"It's really good. Your mama taught you well."

And Angel would devour all of the spicy ones, given half the chance. Which is why he's not going to give himself the chance.

[abhorrently]

"Oh! That's not your first name?"

Wholly and completely serious. Look into her big red eyes.

[crushed_pearls]

"Gracious of you," Erin growls; absolutely no time is wasted, the moment she's in range the Lost comes in with a fist right to the nose, all her weight and what she's got of her strength behind it. "That's for breaking the terms of our peace you walking dialysis machine!"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh -- Edgar. No mister, thanks." His gaze follows her gesture. "Yeah, I just ... want to get an idea of it, like. Only ever seen a couple of other cities before."

[umm_shafaqat]

Ah. This is more information to work with. She has a habit of reflecting communication styles back at those she associates with.

As he isn't one for talking, Keziah simply nods. She remains where she is, listening when (if) he takes up the humming again.

[pineapplesalmon]

"... ah, so you're also a purveyor of... science going a little off the planned route." César is very experienced with that, judging by the slight awkwardness to the joke.

Don't do it, Watson! Then there will be no excuse for you to get a sword cane.