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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

[somebodychildofanyone]

BIIIIIIG smile! River does a lot of Gesturing while she explains, excited and trying not to talk to fast. "So like, from a professional perspective 'putting magic in' is like, nonsense? Helpful nonsense but it's like how people say they 'put a hold in' something, it's useful but technically wrong. Magic is sympathy, it's -"

So. Much. Gesturing.

"It's the idea that everything is in some way like other things, and ultimately in some way like its creators! If you can move stone 'by magic' it's because you're a bit like stone, and you can make stone a bit like you. A flaming sword is a bit like wood and a bit like fire, right? Even the stuff people think of as sketchy comes back to this. You can summon demons because you're a bit like them, you can raise the dead because you have a mortal nature."

River beams.

[redlightgreenlight]

"People, animals, plants, weather, life, things that change...It's like a paradise compared to the Eterna, Max."

Valdis pulls back so she can look up at him, smiling a smile that only he ever sees.

"Even more so since you are here."

[i_ink_therefore_i_ammy]

"Without question, always." Ammy bumps her nose against Ellarinne's hand, tail wagging thoroughly enough to stir up a little breeze.

[yournewsidekick]

"Oooh, yeah," says Nimona around her mouthful of food. "Barbecue."

She barely pauses before snarfing down a hunk of roast beef.

"You ever get a chance to do that on an real grill? 'Cause if not we gotta steal somebody's grill sometime."

[yournewsidekick]

"Oh, yeah, it was a whole thing," she says, sounding way less concerned than Bastion. "Long story. Somebody was gonna blow up half the Kingdom and I wanted to stop 'em. It didn't hurt, though, it was over pretty quick. And I'm tough to kill for good."

Nimona fluffs out her feathers, settling more comfortably onto her perch. Her voice turns venomous at the mention of Malin, incongruous with the cute, delicate little shape she wears. "It better have. Hope you blew her whole head off and Siffleur ate her guts. Hey, maybe that's how you -- "

She tips her head just enough to rap her beak against his optic, gently.

"You look different. What's up with that?"

[hate_gettin_older]

He listens, and watches her hands move, and grins.

"You know what, I dunno if any of that made any sense, but it feels like it makes sense? If you get me?"

[yournewsidekick]

Nimona lets out another gasp, watery and tinged with laughter. "Yeah," she says; her voice wobbles. "There's so much stuff. Real stuff. Grass, and trees, and, and dirt -- there's bugs, Erin, like, not just Victor bugs either."

She swallows.

"A lotta humans, but. A lotta people like us, too. I think."

She hopes. Oh, she hopes.

[hate_gettin_older]

He shakes his head, munching.

"Nnw wha," he starts, pauses, chews a little more vigorously and swallows.

Take two! "Know what, I bet Max knows how to do that on a grill. We should ask him."

[maskedstarbunny]

"Oh! And then we can have the spiciest food." Ryja gives a firm, dramatic, and just a little bit silly nod. "I look forward to seeing that."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"He said a lot about you, truth be told. All good."

Chris rubs at their chin. "About the being with me part... we're lovers, yes. We're also in a polycule." Chris reaches out and pats Max's free arm gently. Their tone is wry, "The island is still cursed, so 'everything' is overselling it... but Erik is relatively safe, you're just as safe... all these friends of yours, too."

[theresalwaystheview]

Bart nods, reaching for one of the other dishes and spooning some heavy-looking bread stuffing onto his plate. He still doesn't necessarily have the stomach for a lot of meat.

"Before this, I lived for so long with only my father and this woman that he hired to protect us. Before that, he didn't like us associating with anyone in a lower tax bracket from him." There is a distinct bitterness to the way he says that. "So this has been...different, to say the least."

[graveling]

"Maybe we could eat together? I'm seeing some things on the table I've never had before. So we can get some and sit down and try them. Yeah?"

Angel has no shame in wielding this Dread Power.

[yournewsidekick]

"Max?"

Her ears swivel upright; hope ignites in her eyes.

"He made it too? He's okay?"

[i_ink_therefore_i_ammy]

Sniff, sniff, a careful look at them. Not like First Aid at all, but similar.. And friendly! She licks at their hand with an excited bark!

[hate_gettin_older]

"Yeah! He's here, there's so many people here from the ship, I dunno what the hell happened but that's why they're doing this whole party thing, cause so many new people have been showing up."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"I come from a strong oral tradition. We're not fans of the academic mages, they have this habit of giving my line of work a bad name. Books bound in human skin an' shit, ugly as hell." River shrugs with a winsome smile. "But yeah, I had a similar feeling when I started learning."

[vespertineactivity]

There's a doll sitting on one of the tables, looking out at people with a couple of cups of tea set out in front of it. It probably, at first, just looks kind of weird, but then it does a little wave after meeting Music's eyes! Its face doesn't move but it sure seems delighted.

[hate_gettin_older]

"So, uh, if somebody could like ... make fire by magic," he says, "but only cause somebody else gave it to them for a joke or some shite, what would that mean?"

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Good question," River says with a thoughtful frown. "...See, in the paradigm, the uh, the style I work in, right, making fire is an absurdity. You need fire to begin with and then you manipulate it. But the local magic's different, and that's before we get into everyone else who came off the boat..."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Well," he says, and tries to figure out how to explain, and then gives up with a sigh and says "it's like this," and turns his left hand palm up, cupped just slightly.

And a little burst of flame manifests in the air over his hand, and dances there.

[i_ink_therefore_i_ammy]

Ammy immediately drops into play posture too, absolutely willing to play along. A little pause and then she darts away, ready to be chased!

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Oh wow," River breathes, all wide-eyed wonder. She half rises from her chair, reaching out, and then stops herself. "May I take it?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"If you want? I dunno what'll happen, but ... yeah, go ahead."

Edgar's learned enough control to keep the fire small and self-contained; he's never tried handing it off to anyone else.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"We're surrounded by doctors and healers, this is the time to try dumb shit..." River's face takes on an expression of concentration, and she gestures with one hand, almost beckoning; she's trying to take the flame to hold in her own palm.

What happens?

[thethirteenthchild]

"Is that so?" Dahlia gives him a wry look, setting down the plate and holding out a hand for the ingredient card. "Perhaps I'll have to try it, test my mettle."