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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

[theresalwaystheview]

"The infrastructure here wouldn't be able to support it or I might like to try and start on a facility that would allow large-scale production of staple crops. Something that would take the workload off of our farmers." Bart has clearly put a lot of consideration into this sort of thing, and ended up frustrated by the lack of resource to let him even start such projects.

"I'll learn sooner or later how to get by. I like to think I've done alright so far." His tone makes it clear that he thinks otherwise.

wrap sounds good!

[lightconductor]

"Ah, so you have a whole list of them ready to inflict upon me. Wonderful to know. I will try to bear it with dignity."

Honestly, there's something comforting about the well-meaning teasing, but also Watson needs to protest every step of the way. That's just how it goes.

"You're absolutely right. Fish sandwich it is. Please, lead the way."

[hadnoright]

Unfamiliar territory. New scents and sounds and sights. Fuck it's been so long since she was in a real forest to Hunt. Even excursions with plant life were so... artificial. They looked the part, but they never felt right.

Impatient. The experience in her tells her to bide her time, stay back in the shadows where she can hide, but the part of her that was cooped up in that cell, the part of her that felt powerless, the part of her that itches so intensely to taste blood...

It wins out. Subtlety goes out the window. Daisy rounds up behind the strongest taste of Dahlia's scent, noise of her approached reduced only by the raw reality of her size until in an instant there's something larger.

And what comes lunging from the darkness is a wolf.

[lightconductor]

"There's work on such things being done all the time. Seeing this place gives me hope that things might be better back home someday. Ah, but as much as I miss London, I'm not sure there's much there for me, anymore."

He shrugs, uncertain, a momentary grief passing across his face, despite his best efforts. There's the urge to tell the poor lieutenant all about his wife and Holmes, and surely she does not care about either of them, given she's barely met him.

[redlightgreenlight]

She notes the odd turn of phrase, but it's along the lines of the other changelings she's met. Aside from Erin, Erin is very direct.

"I love to dance, but only if I have a good partner."

I'm down for a time-skip and keep going! New month new lessons!

[lordoftheozarks]

"Yes, it has to be kneaded, doesn't it? I've seen Max do that." It looks messy, but then again his current job comes with plenty of mess already. He's become quite used to getting his hands dirty.

"A call would be just fine. Save yourself the postage. I'd like that, thank you. But you must let me pay back the kindness in some way."

[hereticofthewilds]

The toad eyes her with even more suspicion. Being able to croak isn't enough to break the ice with this little guy, apparently. He turns around on Elsie's arm and hops away onto her chest.

"Wants to go home," Elsie explains as she scoops him up and shoves him back into her bosom.

[hereticofthewilds]

"Yes," Elsie agrees as if the thought of leaving her food behind never crossed her mind. She scoops the rest of it into her palm to carry with her. Plates aren't really necessary in the woods, after all.

"Okay!" And she's off, expecting Ari to follow.

[iamthepyre]

"Heh, same here." Different hells he's sure, after all his own was...well sort of one of his own making. To some extent. "Most wouldn't call what I fought back home monsters but...I get it. It's nice to have a familiar face when you don't know the place."

He would be forever grateful that Magne was there. He couldn't imagine how his reception would have been without her.

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia could sense Daisy nearby for several minutes before the pounce, but her smallness and experience did play to her favor. However, it's the abrupt transformation that throws Dahlia off her guard. A wolf strikes the side of the Devil's body, provoking a roar. She lashes out with claws before trying to put some distance between the two, but not without a nasty gouge in her shoulder area.

That's not something a change of form can hide.

But right now, she doesn't care. She places her hand-like paws on the ground and leans forward, teeth-first, preparing to lunge using her limbs and powerful wings. She snaps threateningly.

[cacophonish]

"Yeah! It's fucked, right? I mean, luckily I haven't seen that kind of thing here, but..." You never know.

The notion that the Oak and Iron is too crowded doesn't strike Jeff as unusual, though being from a highly populous city, it definitely feels the opposite to him. The fact that it is the most crowded place in town is his favorite thing about it.

"Dude, me neither. I mean, I wasn't eating rations back home, but I never made anything more complicated than, like, spaghetti. Oh! But there's this spot, on the same block as Empty Pockets, and they sell tarts and pies, like, the savory kind? Most of it doesn't have meat, and sometimes they've got soups and fresh baked bread, and oh man, it's so good..."

Fuck, now he's thinking about veggie tarts.

"Anyway, they're pretty much giving houses away, so--" Jeff grimaces a little as he says it, realizing that the reason they've got so many houses to give away is pretty fucking grim. "Um. It shouldn't take you any time at all! I guess it just depends on the kind of work you do, you know?"

[yournewsidekick]

"Aw."

Nimona droops. It's not all feigned; for all she was teasing the toad a little, making another friend, especially a nonhuman one -- it would've been nice. That's all.

With another shimmer, she shifts back into a squirrel and looks up at Elsie. "Do you gotta go, too?"

[300kgbackpack]

"Between you n' me, I'm thinking it's like the spiritual form of a clerical error. I got stuck in the system and shunted out the wrong spot in reality."

[worstorganplayer]

Snakes smirks a bit darkly. "Works for me. Sounds like the kind of thing that happens in life all the time. Who's to say the afterlife is always in perfect order?"

Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't. He didn't know either way and would really rather not find out any time soon either.

[pineapplesalmon]

César smiles right back. "I will. Thank you. Valdis. I should head out to chat with some other folks. I'm looking forward to seeing you at the farm."

[thethirteenthchild]

"Oh that's excellent! We always need help in Town Hall. Yorick Aberdeen is the mayor's assistant, and he's also writing and editing the newspaper, but he's dying every other day so Cecil Palmer usually has to pick up the slack on that. I just lost my own personal assistant not too long ago. And the other Town Council members either have outside jobs or think themselves above clerical work, so we always need a hand," Dahlia prattles, clearly relieved. "I did speak to another young lady about a filing clerk job, but we can always use the hands."

[sunshinesally]

Sally laughs and blushes at that. "I just might take you up on it! It's pretty hard to keep my hands off him."

How's that saying go? 'Cowboy butts drive me nuts?' Nah, she's not gonna say that out loud.

"Plus my work keeps me busy. I hate dragging poor Gwen out to the woods or taking her farming."

[tehilim127_1]

(With some effort, Zivia doesn't react visibly to dying every other day.)

"Hands I've got," she says cheerfully, "and I'm good at organizing, once I get the system figured out. I'll need a little time to get settled into town, but other than that I can start anytime."

She's noticed that Dahlia hasn't answered the other question, about clearing up after the potluck, but she'll wait and see if that's forthcoming.

crap, i mixed up Lyubov's pronouns in the previous reply. oh well. pretend it was "she/her".

[graphomaniac]

"Huh?" Lyubov says, both eyebrows shooting up. "No, no, um. Sorry, like. It's quite fine by me, if thou call'st me Rabbi."

She pushes up her glasses, and squeezes the bridge of her nose.

"I beg thy pardon," she says. "Thou took'st me by surprise. Would thou be so good as to like, let us start again? I'm happy to answer questions, and provide whatever help I may, but like. Sorry, nu. I'm flustered, is all."

end <3

[redlightgreenlight]

"Same."

[lovinglefthand]

"'Hemovores' -- oh right, vampires. Like Lord Osborne." First Aid nods his understanding, entirely unaware of the can of worms he just opened. "He handles his own feeding, but I'll keep that in mind in case there's ever an emergency situation where we need extra volunteers or something."

He starts to continue, "Magic isn't entirely unknown in my world, but --" But his player has a feeling Erin is going to interrupt him before he can continue, hehe.

[i_ink_therefore_i_ammy]

"I cannot imagine any here would be particularly worried by that. Strange things abound. A dead man is friend to many, and several shapeshifters are friends of mine." Ammy gives her a friendly return bump, tail wagging in sync with Nimona's.

[thelatechrisfreeman]

[[ OOC: And a month later, because I'm a loser... but also I can't leave a question unanswered... ]]

"I work as a medical assistant, and I have some office administration duties." They smile, a bit wryly, "Not a doctor, though some folks will tack on the title because it's easiest. Or call me 'Doc'. But it took me a while to settle in. Had about two months at the beginning where I just lived at the Oak and Iron and did fuck-all for work."

[hate_gettin_older]

[[OOC: want to keep going or fade out? I'm good with either!]]

"Think I've had enough of doing fuck-all," says Edgar, with relish. "There's the thing, I could do anything here. Just got to figure out what."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"Job-searching at home was an exercise in frustration for me," Chris says (and that was with a college degree), "same for you?"

"Though, here... plenty of job openings, and you can drop a job if it turns out not to fit you. It's not like anyone's going to penalize you."