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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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[pineapplesalmon]

César looks surprised and then his expression softens. "... no, not tonight. Tonight's a night for new friends and old. But I wouldn't mind speaking about some things... eventually." He shrugs. "Just started therapy, so not looking to put my troubles onto others. It all mostly happened inside of 10 months without much of a chance to breathe."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Alright, pick a corner and let's go talk."

Cecil's giving Jon nothing in terms of facial expression or warmth, unfortunately. He is disinclined to be charitable.

[spaghettification]

"Is your therapist someone you are completely certain you can trust not to exploit you?

That question sure carries a good few implications in itself, doesn't it?

[pineapplesalmon]

Well there's another surprised look, and then he smiles weakly. "... I'm keeping it to the more normal topics. Bad boss. Long work hours. Dead parents. Amnesiac brother."

2.

[abhorrently]

"Two, but they have to stay attached to my body."

This is a normal people conversation, as far as Fever's concerned. As strange as the woman looks, as odd as it all is? By this point in the day, she's willing to accept anything. Even a talking cheese rolling up to her, if it was so inclined.

[spaghettification]

"I see. I hope it goes well for you, sir. Doctor?"

[pineapplesalmon]

"... ah, I've got a PhD in Computer Science. My focus was... well, I'd rather not discuss it. It's a sensitive topic for some people here." A pause, then his brain catches up. "Right! I'm César Salazar. I just prefer to be called César. And you?"

[iwasjustsayinghello]

“Oh, you would be delightfully surprised by the kind of nonsense I enjoy.” Jack replies. “And if your boyfriend is as half as charming as you are? I’d be thrilled to show you both a few examples.”

…but Jack knows enough that usually pointed remarks like that are a kind refusal and not an invitation, so some of the heat bleeds out of his smile, rendering it just a little less pleasantly predatory and a little more genuine.

He has to admit, though—never had his teeth described that way before. It’s new—and he feels a tiny thrill at the idea of finding something new.

Turning his attention back to the casserole he’s been handed, Jack picks up the fork and takes a curious bite—then hums happily as his eyes slide briefly shut.

“Now that’s great stuff. I eat too much takeout in my line of work—my compliments to the chef!”

[spaghettification]

"Siebren de Kuiper. Astrophysics, specializing in the study of gravity." He hesitates, considering giving the name most know him by now, but shakes his head instead.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Gravity's fun to play with. I can't blame you!" César brightens immediately, grinning wide. "How should I call you, though?"

And by playing, César means he knows how malleable laws like gravity are. There's room for... your own manipulations. He's curious to know if Siebren de Kuiper discovered some of those as well.

[maximumcake]

"Actually, yeah. I was a butler. The kind that lived in my master's house full-time." Not, uh, strictly true. But close enough.

"We're at a potluck, it's not like you drove up in a white windowless van." He says with a chuckle, his lips are still puckered, let the record show. If not for that he would be beaming at how happy Jeff looks. He should be proud.

"They really do. It may not be to everyone's taste but I love sour stuff. Oh! You should go give one to Ylva, too."

[umm_shafaqat]

"Yes indeed." Why lie, if he's going to come right out and say it. "I have some time to set up a feeding arrangement."

Brief glance, taking in those visible changes, then away again.

"My name is Keziah."

[maximumcake]

Max is of a very similar disposition. Arthur has probably seen him manning the food table helping serve things with his borrowed apron on. right now, though, he's rushing to Arthur's aid with those plates.

"Let me help you with those!"

[hate_gettin_older]

"I dunno what to ask, really," he admits. "How'd you describe it, then?"

No Really...

[thelatechrisfreeman]

[[ OOC: I am literally incapable of ignoring a set up so perfect as this... ]]

Chris looks at her for a moment, then raises their right hand with middle finger aloft and says, "Well that's one occupied at the moment."

[needmetodoanyattacking]

[Ianto can’t help himself: he grins at the kid’s open disgust. Granted, he’s not sure there’s more than a dozen years between them, but he’s just old enough to enjoy being a bit stodgy.

But he’s more honest as he continues speaking, finishing with his plate before moving to get himself a cup of the aforementioned coffee.]

Life around here is quite normal, until it isn’t. There are serious safety issues after dark, but be home before sunset and you should be fine.

[He looks up at the boy again, and his expression is rigidly serious.]

That is personal experience talking, I may add. I’ve been your age, and if you feel at all compelled to see what’s happening for yourself: don’t.

[He takes a breath and relaxes a little, traces of his smile returning.]

I’m Ianto, by the way. Sorry, should’ve led with that.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Ah christ, would you look at --"

Someone has just missed the appearance of the pink snoot, and is reacting instead to the rest of the spilled meat.

He finds the platter where it's rolled a few feet away, and starts carefully scooping sliced turkey and pastrami back onto it. It does not occur to him that anybody would refuse to eat food that's been on the ground; in his wildest imagination it would not occur to him that anyone would choose to throw it away rather than clean it. He's nonetheless muttering in mild indignation, at the carelessness of whoever knocked it over in the first place.

Crouched down as he is, his face is probably visible from under that table.

[maximumcake]

"Edgar!" Max does what Edgar was thinking of doing. He drops the spoon in his hand on the table and rushes over to wrap his arms around the man so hard he might be in danger of popping.

"You're here! I'm so glad to see you!!"

[hate_gettin_older]

He nods, but frowns slightly. "Making stuff, fixing stuff ... how's that annoying?"

After the "no bacteria or viruses for the 'cruise ship' folks" revelation...

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris is just innocently wandering along after all that intense drama, nibbling on one of the mild peneques -- listen, their family is mostly Polish, and that cuisine isn't exactly known for spice -- when they catch sight of First Aid's setup and give him a little wave.

[lasthumanvoice]

"The chef has more where that came from. I am in possession of a literally infinite amount of sweet potato, and excited to have people here who aren't tired of it yet. But! There are a good number of excellent chefs on this island. Laios in particular will be worth meeting for you."

He doesn't bother the fact that he's relishing Jack's reaction. Regardless of whether Gerry's open to sharing, Cecil's got a little flirt in him. All in good fun.

[lovinglefthand]

First Aid visibly startles when he catches sight of Chris, his shoulders jerking (the flowers growing out of his moss bob their heads) and his visor dimming in shock. He quickly beckons them over, and once they're close enough he leans over to hiss, "Did you bring your mask today?"

[maximumcake]

O-oh. Did he just startle this guy? Oops? No, it's fine, he can salvage this. Just smile wider.

"Green beans are a great choice." Max turns the spoon around to offer the bottom of the handle to him.

"It's nice to meet you. Are you... well, I don't want to embarrass you or anything but you seem nervous. Is everything okay?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"So far? I dunno what to make of this place yet, but everyone's been friendly and welcoming and that, and the food's nice."

He almost adds d'you want any?, and for no reason he can think of, doesn't.

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"The four of me that I can remember since the end of October have pretty vivid imaginations." And experiences, but let's not get into that right now. Chris sighs, "All the same, I take your point. She terrorized you in revenge for abusing Max."

Chris strokes a hand through Erik's hair. "You have probably already figured this out, but Max is here. We met. He helped me carry in the cake I made, and we, uh, talked about powdered sugar." Beat. "I told him I know you, what you're doing for a job, and that I'd keep you away from him if that's what he wanted."

Listen, Chris tries to keep up on this communication thing. They hear that's important.