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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

[when_a_grids_misaligned]

"What is it, anyways?" It's... brown. And flat. And smells sort of nutty. They're not sure if it's an appetiser, a dessert, or a really weird main course.

"I'm Moiré Myrekrig." The surname's Danish, although of course it's not the one they were born with. (Their accent, however, is Canadian.) They pluck at the fabric of their shirt and sardonically add, "What gave it away?"

[lightconductor]

"I'll take notes as your symptoms develop," Watson says, deadpan. "I hope you'll have the decency to credit me for my contribution. A footnote, at the very least. Come, let's sit down."

No Really What Is She Doing

[vespertineactivity]

Vespertine hasn't adopted her human form for most of the potluck. Tea parties are more fun when she's small, after all. However, when it comes to moving safely through a crowd, her smaller form is a hazard. She's doing her best to blend in and move so people don't really notice her, something she's very good at, except it doesn't work so well on someone like Vika.

So she's quite startled, bringing a hand up to her mouth and speaking, "Oh, well! Not right now, I think, but I could make one, if you need?" And then up close it's very clear that she's not human, or even organic.

She also tries spelling, ||Sign?|| with her free hand, just in case.

[maskedstarbunny]

Ah- She worked that out right away? Ryja wonders if Elsie has foresight as well. "It does. Without it, I can hardly bear to be seen." A little pause. "It is not so much a rule as an encouragement. A gift for everyone here, but especially the new arrivals. I would love to visit your tree, and learn where to forage here. Perhaps I can share something in return?" Perhaps one of the ways the Green Word bids Viera to care for the forest.

[notinflictthem]

"Now that's just gauche. I've lost my appetite," he jokes, patting Max on the arm to indicate no harm done.

He leads them to somewhere to sit and eat properly, sitting himself beside Max like he always sat with-

It's just better for conversation. And he can feel up his knee from here.

"So what do you do when you're not being fantastic advertising for the food?"

[lovinglefthand]

"And I hope Analog bites you on the ass for it," First Aid says sweetly. Yeah, he went there.

[astrogator]

'I'm not,' Tayrey answers, her voice softening. 'I agreed by contract to be here. To make this place my purpose. My payment for that will be to be returned to my old life. To my home and my people, like I always wanted.'

Any other Tradeliner would question the validity of a contract to which the alternative is death, but for Ari Tayrey, in pain, utterly exhausted, death had been a very viable option. She had made the choice to live carefully, consciously. It had not been a quick decision.

'I don't expect it'll be easy, but we were hardly in a strong negotiating position, and at least here we have a chance. At least we're free.' She sighs. 'I'll help you look for him, and if he's not here then maybe... maybe that means that the life you'll be sent to when you fulfil your contract here is your life with him. I don't know how they decided which of us to invite here.'

She pauses, giving Ava a searching look. 'You won't be alone. I-'

It's her fault that Ava was parted from the man she loved, and Tayrey can say whatever she likes about how that prison of a bubble universe was collapsing anyway, but she was still the catalyst. That's a debt, arguably, and Ava's lack of hostility towards her means that it's a debt she's starting to feel.

'Look, are you hungry? Can I get you a plate of food from over there? We can sit on the grass and eat together.' She's guessing Ava won't want to join the busy gathering.

[lovinglefthand]

"Yeah..." First Aid leans a little closer to Bart, not quite invading his personal space but...closer. "I think they were all from different worlds originally, like us," he says quietly, "But they were pulled into...I don't even know what to call it." He sighs heavily. "Some kind of pocket dimension shaped like a cruise ship...it sounds horrible."

With all the compassion in the world, he adds, "We should probably brace ourselves for some growing pains, as they get used to having more freedoms again."

[lovethyneighb_or]

He glances over to a red-headed, work-minded elf. He’ll bear that in mind; it’s an easy face to remember.

“I see!” So that etymological know-how was specialized as part of their vocation. “If I may ask, what sort of work was that? Were you a translator?”

[lovethyneighb_or]

“It’s almost a shame. I’d like to think I have the legs for it.”

A short, warm chuckle.

“Ah… but I do think I’ll have to commission a tailor for my vestments. And a silversmith for my crucifix, for that matter. Do you happen to know any, Hawkeye?”

[lovethyneighb_or]

Mulcahy nods. “Yes, that’s right, although he’s promised that I’ll want to rescind that relief. But I never listen to temptation.”

A cheeky little smile.

“It’s good to see another veteran.” Someone else who gets it, he means. “It may be a different conflict, but all war is war.”

[lovethyneighb_or]

…

“You honor me with this. Of course.” He speaks with an airy lightness, like wind in the leaves, sun on the grass. Things he hasn’t seen in a long time, but are here now. “It is an incredible honor to be able to serve one more faith, and attend to more people, and care for them as they—and you—deserve.”

A beat. “And I do believe that this is the first time I’ve heard your name, Lieutenant Tayrey.”

[lovethyneighb_or]

“… Oh! Hello.” Mulcahy bows his head slightly in greeting. “I, ah… you may have, if you were on the same ship as the other refugees. I was among them, although I admittedly made myself a bit scarce.”

[theydrewfirstblood]

The look on the kid's face--it's both heartwarming and heartbreaking, in equal measure. Makes him wonder where the hell he came from that that's such a revelation to him.

Spotting a bit of color in his periphery, John smiles and takes a couple steps to his left, bending over to pluck a dandelion blossom that he brings over to show Edgar.

"Dandelion. This? Your best friend if you're out anywhere and food's short. All's you gotta make sure of is that it's not near any plants that may have been chemically treated--weedkillers 'n shit--or close to any major roads where they'd pick up exhaust from cars. Every part of the plant's edible, and dense with nutrients. They get more bitter as they get older, so look for young ones. You can use 'em in salads, teas, sauces, you name it. If veg is scarce, you can eat like a fucking king scrounging for these...and that's just one scraggly little weed."

[blindwatchersees]

"Oh. Oh yes! I remember now! He saw you. Or, er, I saw you? It's all very confusing. You see, I don't believe all of me has quite made it here yet. Or it has, but it's still growing. I don't quite even understand who I am right now. Exciting, isn't it?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César laughs a little, but his expression is sympathetic. "Honestly, we should probably start cooking classes. My parents come from cultures where a lot of people still expect the mother to take care of the household, but my parents split the labor equally, which became split more equally into thirds as I grew older. Both took time off after Rex was born. And for a while after that, they were both part time. And I helped, too. Took him on adventures with just the two of us and everything."

[restingslasherface]

"I! Was a librarian, hahahaha. Well, an assistant librarian, but still. Relevant duties included extracting and sorting the books, reading and writing reports on their contents, assisting with research utilizing them, and of course slaying the Guests in battle..."

They blink. "Wait! Remembered that's not normal! Sorry! I'm just very excited!"

[lordoftheozarks]

"Oh. I see." He looks utterly crestfallen. That Fever woman didn't say anything when she had a bite. Was she just trying to be polite?

"It was supposed to be fudge. But, if it's that bad perhaps I should take it back off the table."

[crushed_pearls]

"Dealer's choice really -" Erin pauses, and then laughs, bright and merry. "Christ, of all the things we debated about I never actually asked if your crews have a gambling culture or not. Anyway, your pick, Lieutenant. The idea is to provide at least something from home for you, not that I'm gettin' nothin' out of it. People think in language, y'know? It'll be good for me to flex the ol' noggin again."

[hate_gettin_older]

(Oh, where the hell he came from is a whole story of its own.)

Edgar peers at the dandelion, then reaches for it. "That's a flower. You can just eat that?"

And if Rambo doesn't indicate otherwise, he'll try taking a bite.

[pineapplesalmon]

They're having two different conversations, César realizes, and he switches back to the same track as Siebren. "Fair enough. Anyway, I'm one of the farmers here. Anything you'd like me to try to grow? I can't guarantee it, but I'll try my best."

[pineapplesalmon]

"I'll keep that in mind, but I'll probably forget sometimes... I say hello mostly instinctively or I forget entirely." César looks a bit apologetic.

He thinks for a moment. "... ah. That decides it; I'll need to start growing soybeans for certain in my greenhouse. I've got chicks, so eggs will be available later when I've got more than one hen producing. But you'll probably need to ask about not just meat but broth. We had a community pot going for a while that definitely wasn't vegetarian-friendly. You're not the only one who's vegetarian, I don't think. So."

[lovethyneighb_or]

Blinks.

“Well as long as it’s exciting, then that’s just lovely! Although—er, you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a bit slow to understand you right now. This has all been quite an adjustment, you understand, er…?”

Right, names. Names are a thing that aren’t indicated on badges.

“I’m Father Mulcahy. I’m a priest.” He holds a hand out to shake. “May I have your name?”

[lordoftheozarks]

"That's the right attitude to have about it," Erik agrees with a nod. "The recent influx of new residents has recently put a strain on the local food stores. But we are making adjustments to ensure we will be properly prepared with the next harvest." He says 'we' as if he has anything to do with that. He doesn't know the first thing about farming.

Erik accepts her hand in his extremely cold one, shaking firm but brief. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Erik Osborne. I carry that title from my previous life, but here I am employed as this town's premier whore." And yes, he does say that with a perfectly straight face.

[spaghettification]

"Someday, someday we may terraform our moon. We had a bubble-city colony up there at one point. Horizon, it was called. The Horizon Lunar Colony."

It ended poorly, as so much in the history of a game like Overwatch does. Lab primate revolt.

"I don't think the inhabitants of this planet have reached any of their moons yet."