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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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[witheredpeonies]

"Annabel Lee Whitlock." The hand that takes Erin's is no longer petal-soft, given her profession, but it bears no sword calluses. "Threatened by your beauty, if I'm honest. How will I maintain my role as queen bee with you around?"

Only mostly a joke.

[crushed_pearls]

"Fuck yeah, solidarity and no competition, does this day get better." Erin sticks her fork in the cake and raises a hand for a high-five. "Also am I hallucinating more than normal or are you from the fuckin' American Southwest?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Got it in one. I'm from a small town called Night Vale, smack dab in the middle of the desert. It's a lovely place. Sunsets over desert sand, mountains we are not allowed to acknowledge, a dog park we're forbidden to enter..."

High five is met eagerly.

[immortaldemonsoul]

Ellarinne is not technically blind in the normally understood sense -- but she is very much following her nose when she appears next to Eddie and his quiche.

"That smells divine," she nearly-whines, her normal warrior's composure ditched somewhere in her wake without a hint of shame. At 6'6'' with muscles to spare she may still cut an imposing figure, to say nothing of the ram's horns poking out her head and the cotton blindfold wrapped around her face -- but she's not trying to be intimidating right now. She's trying to charm someone into giving her some quiche.

NSFW allusions in narration

[crushed_pearls]

"If this is poison it better be the good shit," Erin answers; she raises the glass as if to toast, and downs it to buy time to study this...

...This...

...Wait a fucking minute. Memories from a lifetime of hookups with fellow Lost and some mortals are trying to tick their way into the front of Erin's mind, fighting their way past pillow talk to get back to fascinating infodumping and eating girls out under their computer desks and...wait...

"You wouldn't happen to be from..." there's a name for this, wait, Erin knows it, it's not Azazoth that's the Lovecraft guy and also that's the whole planet, hold up, focus, summon the lesbian power GOT IT - "Teldrassil, would you? Hugeass tree?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Reading punishable by death," Erin agrees with a sage nod. Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake - "'s nice to have a fellow Eaglelander who ain't a goddamn flyboy. Loved that dude like a brother but, fuckin', flyboys."

Max is also technically American but he doesn't count. Why? Fuck you that's why.

[crushed_pearls]

"Don't worry, my queen bee days are so over that they never started. I like my barfights, my whiskey, and my shockingly inappropriate jokes."

Her cadence and word choices remind Erin a bit of Watson. Still, doesn't pay to assume. "You did these yourself?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Reading nothing. Ownership of writing utensils illegal outside of Poetry Week, when they become mandatory." This is not a joke.

"Also, I can be an extremely fly boy, but local fashion limits my power."

[witheredpeonies]

"You're going to get along with River, I think." What, is she wrong? "And yes, yes I did. You're speaking to the owner and stitch bitch of Whitlock Needleworks."

[crushed_pearls]

"Charmed, Lady Bitch." Erin does a picture-perfect curtsy for all that she doesn't have a dress to do it in. Grinning: "I'm something of a bitch myself."

[crushed_pearls]

"Would you describe yourself as pretty fly for a white guy?"

[immortaldemonsoul]

Ellarinne's jaw drops. A storm of emotions brews up inside her; shock, curiosity, the deep rage of vengeance denied. She saw Sylvanas consigned to the Maw and knew it for justice -- but it did not give her the pleasure she would have gained from seeing that witch's heart split on Tyrande's glaive. Nothing could.

She takes a deep breath. Vengeance is not justice, and neither would be screaming at this poor stranger for what is likely an honest mistake. "You know of Teldrassil?" she asks, and explains her own reaction thus: "It was my people's home, yes. But it was burned by the order of Sylvanas Windrunner nearly ten years ago."

CW necrophilia joke

[crushed_pearls]

"Girl if you try to jump my bones in this state you better be way more into necrophilia than I am."

[lasthumanvoice]

"And for a rabbi, given that Rev Morgenshtern has welcomed me to debate matters of law, as the only other Jew on the island."

Oy vey, oy vey.

[crushed_pearls]

"Oh my god we've got Jews here?" Erin sounds Actually Excited. "Dude, awesome. I'd high-five you again but I'm a bit busy inhaling this cake, which, speaking of, one moment -"

Pour one OUT for the pastry chef.

[witheredpeonies]

"Which clearly means we're either going to end up as friends or rivals." Or enemies who flirt, which is secretly Annabel's favorite, but no one needs to know that.

[abhorrently]

"That depends. Mine may be entirely different than the one you know. What have you heard?"

Lifeless is both true and not, from her perspective.

[crushed_pearls]

"Not firsthand. More like...fourth-hand." Erin's voice sobers, her head tilting to 'look' at the empty glass. "...I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know that part, wasn't trying to be insensitive."

[lasthumanvoice]

"I think you'll like Lev. I think everyone should like Lev. As for me, I am...well. An American-born and socialized Ashkenazi Jew who isn't fluent in Hebrew or Yiddish, and who asked one of the local goddesses for help in a famine. So."

He still hasn't really told Lev about that.

[crushed_pearls]

"Mmm. You wanna see a trick?"

[abhorrently]

"I bear you no ill will at present. Unless you have a deep desire to alter that, it's likely to remain so."

She takes a bite of the salad that she'd picked up in one section of her plate - it's glorious, truly, to try something novel, and she will never let that go - chews, and swallows.

"But we can certainly alter the part about being strangers."

[crushed_pearls]

"The big man can cut you some fuckin' slack," Erin says with a shrug. "I say, a wholeass ex-Catholic atheist. With Irish parents. Definitely not dealing with that at all - Cecil my dude is there a world where this party has beer?"

[abhorrently]

"I do and I am."

Now is not the time to be arguing semantics over who is whose.

"Though it's kind of hazy at the end of it all - I expect that's the whole near-death situation, and that it'll clear in time. But, gods, we're out."

[lightconductor]

Watson may not know what peneques are, but he does know spicy. Frankly, the all-caps DANGER almost makes them more tempting. How spicy does something have to be to warrant a warning?

He pops one in his mouth.

[crushed_pearls]

"And into a new fire, but this one is a lot nicer so far. I can smell the trees..." Erin sighs, dreamily. "And so much more. Did Reeds make it?"

That note of hope in Erin's voice...