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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

[abhorrently]

"Are you certain? She seems quite attached to you."

She isn't certain if it's a good idea for her to hold something like that. Small, warm, alive. Breakable in so many ways. Vulnerable.

[notinflictthem]

Hawkeye has latkes in his mouth before he registers any other thing about the situation- God he loves this potluck. At this rate he'll have to hibernate through summer just to digest all of it.

Then he seems to notice Anzu, who gets a broad grin.

"Good looking and good cooking- hi, Hawkeye Pierce, but you can just call me after this, sound good?"

[abhorrently]

"I take it the physicians around aren't an option? They might have diagrams and notes."

Wear and tear were influenced by so many factors, after all.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Huh. Used to be in a similar line of work, but it wasn't as much fun as I thought it'd be when I was a kid." No judgement, just a gentle, frank admission. "'m sorry to hear about your friend, though. Was he alright, last you saw him?"

[lastofthefirst]

"Well. Yeah. I'm just..." A tinny voice says Sigh.wav not found and Vika scowls. "I'm trying to save them, specifically, some work. Have a say in the design of my own new body. Y'know?"

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Well, that's better than nothing. And Chris knows that Vika will never be a pacifist like First Aid anyway.

"I'm going to tell you what I told First Aid: the next time you two get into a scrap, I'm hitting you both with the length of pipe I've been saving in case his creator shows up."

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia chuckles, taking the top one. "That spicy, huh? Which one is this?"

[abhorrently]

There's a nod, and she crosses her arms.

"Depends on how willing you are to trust a stranger, but...I've got some knowledge in the area. What I have is yours, if it can help."

The inner workings of the body - organs, nerves, muscles. Arranged like a layered puzzle, in and without.

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia raises a brow. "I saw." She's currently got a plate full of several meat dishes and one scoop of veggies. So yeah, about the same as Erin, but in a different way. "That was unique."

[hadnoright]

Daisy's jaw shifts with the motion of her dragging her tongue across her teeth, face wrinkling as she tries to figure out how to even explain how everything went to shit. "After that girl got that message out. This— crazy woman came and took over the ship. Changed its shape and threw us all into cells."

It's heavily simplified, but Daisy's not the best person to explain the details and the nuances.

"People were working on us getting out. Dunno how it went. Obviously." Or she wouldn't be here.

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia perks up with interest at this. "Oh? By whom?"

[crushed_pearls]

"I'm not sure what happened. This weathered lass with white hair, old fighter like me..."

Death meets you where you are.

"...She found me trying to get in. Lent a hand, gave me a ride in."

[lightconductor]

Watson sighs. "No, but I have been courting a bird of prey, which has made me a good deal luckier than some over the past weeks, and I've had enough to share. I ought to have invited you to dinner, but then you'd be inflicted with my cooking."

[abhorrently]

"River, the woman running the table over there with the weapons and armor. I was speaking with her, and she mentioned that Town Hall might be needing some hands with paperwork and the like. Especially with so many of us newcomers arriving - I've come to offer myself in that regard."

Paperwork is a far cry from what she's used to, but it's something to start with, while she figures the rest of it all out.

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia has busied herself for most of the afternoon with work. To the naked eye (or nose, as it were), she comes off as a typical socialite. Middling height, slender, golden blonde hair, well-kept appearance in every aspect. It would be easy to think nothing of her.

But then she passes by Daisy, and instead of the chummy greeting of an airheaded aristocrat or the withering cowardice of a delicate damsel, she returns Daisy's gaze. And though she appears to have perfectly normal dark brown eyes, they are more like a shark's than a doe's. And there's blood in the water.

This person is not an avatar of the Hunt--- not properly. But she's something else, something a little to the left.

She keeps walking.

[crushed_pearls]

"...They took your you from you. Youngblood, I'm so sorry."

Erin finds the strength to sit up and hug Nimona close.

"I'm so sorry. No one should go through that..."

[thethirteenthchild]

"Mortanne," Dahlia explains easily. "She's the one who's been helping everyone else. Though she tends to send them by ferry. You must've impressed her, to get a personal ride in."

[thethirteenthchild]

At this, Dahlia smiles, a bit coy. "You don't look much like a typical filing clerk."

[when_a_grids_misaligned]

A young androgyne with a bird's nest of black hair dressed in newcomers' clothes is eyeing the pan dubiously as Erik turns it this way and that. "Trying to get its best angle?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Eh, maybe." Erin shrugs with a guilty grin. "I can't say how much I appreciate this as a welcome. It's been...rough. As you probably guessed from the faceplant."

[crushed_pearls]

"...Homie, question, did you make the tea? I haven't had proper tea in a dog's age."

[abhorrently]

"I'm a woman of many talents."

Her own smile gains a bit of a warmer edge.

"Filing among them, if needed."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Ianto Jones, the same man who's accused me of horrible taste when it comes to coffee. He's here. He has been here for months. He is bright and full of passion and desperate to bring change to this world, and he and I have disagreed on more than coffee, but I respect him."

Cecil can imagine how he'd react if someone from Night Vale were here. So he's trying to be gentle, but. There's only so much gentle he can offer.

[restingslasherface]

"Agent Charlegmane was selected for her courage and valor, have no fear." Jean carefully scoops up the chick and offers her forth; she flaps her wings a couple times and regards Fever with a proud, regal even, expression.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Not difficult at all! I picked them because they're quick and tasty." César grins widely. "My mother taught me how to cook. In modern days, partners split things way more evenly. She wanted me to remember where I came from, too." César is surprised by how much easier it's getting to talk about his mother.