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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

[yournewsidekick]

"Maybe somebody yanked Malin's other eye out," she says, abruptly vicious. "Killed all of us, but killed her right in her shitty face too."

The flash of rage doesn't vanish right away; the echoes remain, like thunder after a lightning strike, even as Nimona bends her head to sniff for more cold cuts. "But -- yeah. My cell was pretty close to Max's, so we were talking for a while. I'm glad he made it."

Especially since he and Edgar --

Hang on. THAT'S RIGHT.

"Speaking of that -- " and she nips one of Edgar's overlarge ears, lightly, like he's a puppy to be scolded, "HOW COME YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND, HUH?!"

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Hah! No, I wasn't a villain, I was a fucking goon at best. Mercenary, kept some bad company. Murder for hire, burning villages, looting widows' houses, y'know. Scumbag shit. The necromancy was a step up if you can believe it."

You were a villain too...ominous, and yet River doesn't feel like this dog is malicious. Scared, maybe.

"But," River continues, offhand like, "I did get taught by an ancient ghost who made a pretty good run at conquering the world. Well. The known world anyway, his map was missing some places back then."

[thethirteenthchild]

"I noticed a lot of you came from the same place. It... must've been a troubling place."

[hate_gettin_older]

The fire seems to hesitate for a moment, then leaps from Edgar's hand into River's and curls there like a cat.

Edgar gives a tiny breath of something like laughter; the flame's mirrored in his eyes, as wide and wondering as River's were a moment ago. "Look at that."

[decohere]

She hadn't wanted to be cruel, even to those that had openly criticized her. Even when Tayrey's actions threatened everything she was trying to protect. It didn't make sense to her to go after each other when they all wanted the same thing, all had the same right to defend their freedom. She couldn't ever hold that against Tayrey, never believed she deserved to be mauled for her actions. But it did go so horribly wrong after she left.

It's not so easy to forgive herself. She had volunteered for so much of it, had been so determined to solve the suffering with the empathy and kindness that had been long denied her. Even as Tayrey had tried to break through to her, that she had deserved better than to waste away as fuel for an unending nightmare. Words she had Peter repeat, trying to reinforce.

She shakes her head, unsteady. "Of course I want good things..." but without the people she loves with her, it's hard to see a way forward. Her self worth has been beaten so far down by her inability to fix anything, she feels the bottom threatening to give way and sink her deep back into the grave of depression. Still, she mentally claws and grasps at anything around her to keep her head above.

"You're not... not trying to escape here too?" Ava had hoped. If anyone could find a way out, it would be the Lieutenant. "I need to find him..." she had promised.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Pryokinesis, manipulation of fire through sympathy," River explains in a proud voice. "Been working on it since I got here, I can't consider hellfire a secondary option any more..." Her head tilts, curiously. "The flame's feeding on my will now, so far so normal, it's..." Air quotes with her free hand, "'Mine', but what was it feeding on for you?"

[i_ink_therefore_i_ammy]

Ammy smells like summer sun and warm breezes, flowers and just a tiny hint of smoke. She grins a doggy grin and does a full body friendship shake!

[thethirteenthchild]

Interesting. Two can play at this delicate flower game.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." Her sympathy almost sounds genuine. Perhaps in some ways, it is. "I assume you have a dietary restriction? Perhaps I can be of assistance."

[crushed_pearls]

"Our most thoughtful ethicist was a cannibalistic serial killer, so, you could say that." Erin sighs. "...I hope he made it out. Great guy. Like. Shockingly great."

[lordoftheozarks]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fever. Thank you for saying so. How are you finding our town's hospitality so far?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"I don't know. It seemed to bring you plenty of luck with your lady." Did you think he wouldn't tease you about that?

"Yes. I tried my hand at it for the first time recently. Would you like to try some?"

[freedomsuitsme]

He picks up on that.

"I'm... trying to decide what to do now. Find the way forward, as it is."

[hereticofthewilds]

"Oh!" Elsie says in delighted surprise. Her basket has become full of pink fir.

"I like your color."

[hereticofthewilds]

"It makes you feel safe?" Her fingertips flutter ever-so-lightly over the delicate patterns. Her expression is one of deep appreciation better expressed through actions than words.

"I saw others bringing. I thought it was a rule." She doesn't get out and socialize much, but she's trying to.

"Come to my tree and I will show you some good places to look."

[hate_gettin_older]

Her initial vehemence sparks an answering anger in him, likewise slow to subside. He's about to respond to it, when --

"What ack get off," and he splutters a little and ineffectively swats her away from his ear, half laughing. "What are you on about, he's not my boyfriend, he's got a whole pack of people he's with."

[lordoftheozarks]

"I suppose I am," he says, finally deciding to simply let it sit where it may now after so much fuss.

"I do not often attend functions like these. Ah, but allow me to introduce myself. I am Lorde Erik Osborne. I take it you're a newer arrival?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Fuck if I know," he says, and his half-laughter cools to something more like curiosity. "Your will, you said ... I dunno, maybe it was mine before? When I first got it, it came out when I was mad, or scared. Had to learn to keep it from jumping out on its own."

[itsjustabaddream]

"That definitely depends. I'd show you, but I, ah, haven't been able to find my arcane focus. More intricate magic can definitely be dangerous without it. But I can definitely still do a few parlor tricks!" He presses his hands together, then spreads them, an illusory star map appears.

[blindwatchersees]

He chases, growling playfully. He's oddly spry, almost catlike in his gracefulness, but he also does a fair share of skidding and overrunning in his excitement.

[somebodychildofanyone]

"Hrmm. If I hold this too long I'll pass out," River says by way of example. "Do you feel anything when you exert this power?"

"...Are you able to take the flame back?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh, it's not, like ... hard work or anything to keep it going? The hard part's keeping it from getting away from me, and I've got pretty good at that."

A pause. "Let's find out?" And he reaches out to try to scoop the flame back into his own hand. It may be clear as he does that the fire isn't touching his hand, but hovering a half-inch or so away.

[itsjustabaddream]

"Preferably a schedule, but I take walk-ins as well. I work with Tarantulas on Friday evenings and Mary has her appointments every Wednesday but only for an hour. And I teach magic lessons on the weekends. Anything else tends to be fairly sporadic, so I'm fairly open." Cèsar hasn't made any specific plans yet, so that's still up in the air. "We'll sort something out, but do come by any time."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion's hand tastes like metal with a hint of soap. They washed it when they saw all the food, just in case they needed to help the organics move something, although there's still a bit of dirt elsewhere on their person. With their now moistened hand they ruffle the fur on Amaterasu's head.

[blindwatchersees]

"Excuse me?" the old man seems to step out of nowhere, despite the tap-tap-tap of his rough walking stick.

"I can't help but feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Have we met?"

[abhorrently]

"Very well, actually. I find myself surprised at how abundant this place is in generosity. In many ways, it's a vast improvement in conditions, one truly to die for."

Her face is the picture of gentle innocence. And yet.