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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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[lasthumanvoice]

By the time Erin's managed to sit down and get situated, there's a man approaching with a slice of sweet potato casserole to offer her.

"Care for a nosh, Your Wingedness?"

It is Very Visible Sweet Potato Casserole to her, as visible as certain scissors one could name.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Did you make this out of the fucking Horn of Plenty?"

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil snickers. "You just said 'fucking horn'. I mean, uh, no! I made it with Celestine's Infinite Sweet Potato and a recipe I learned from Old Woman Josie. You should try it!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Whose what?" Erin takes the plate with a dubious expression. Hunger is winning, but not quickly.

[lasthumanvoice]

"Celestine's Infinite Sweet Potato! It's a response I got to telling one of the goddesses here that we needed help with a famine. It's delicious and nutritious and never runs out!"

Just like the smooth-voiced man doesn't run out of exclamation marks!

[crushed_pearls]

"...Oh we're in a fun one. Okay. Goddesses. My life is already so fuckin' weird, this might as well happen -"

So Cecil, my man, come here for a minute. You know how everyone's been eating sweet potato with every meal lately? Everyone's kinda sick of sweet potato? Excited for the coming of spring so they can eat literally anything else? A bit up to here with these fucking yams? The giant bird lady is making sounds trying your food here that one might normally associate with, as a random, nonspecific example, ambrosia. Her ears are wigglin'. There are potato shapes forming in her gunpowder smoke.

[lasthumanvoice]

"There's plenty more where that came from. An infinite amount, theoretically. Practically, however, I cooked two whole casseroles for this potluck. So if you'd like another slice, well. That's easily done. The locals and those who've been here a while won't be digging deep into it."

He is proud of his work, though, glad someone's appreciating the bounty.

[crushed_pearls]

"M'man onsh I c'walk nothin' with -" swallow. "Nothin' with sugar in it is going to survive me. I need you to imagine the metabolism of a hummingbird that is my size and weight and then change nothing, that's where I'm at. Erin Peters, call me Erin, pleasure."

BACK TO INHALING THE FOOD!

[lasthumanvoice]

"Cecil Gershwin Palmer, at your service. Please, call me Cecil. There is cake. I can bring you cake. Would you like me to bring you cake?"

He's trying to help, really he is.

[crushed_pearls]

Take a GIANT THUMBS UP my man.

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil departs on his holy quest, soon returning with cake. A large heaping mound of cake, nearly threatening to swallow the plate. He took her at her word and did not bring a mere slice.

[crushed_pearls]

"If I were bi I'd do things to you that Christ would not condone, Cecil." Her smoke is FULL of cake now and she eats with more speed than care. Between swallows: "This is such a better welcome, holy shit..."

[lasthumanvoice]

"If I were bi, I'd let you. But I'm not. We'll find other sins, though, I'm certain. They don't hide very well. Though you're not allowed to choke, that's one thing I ask. Nay, I demand."

No heimlich today, please.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[crushed_pearls]

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

[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.

[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]

"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?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"There is, we're in it. Also, you're welcome to be an atheist, but the local goddesses believe in you enough that one brought you here. So think on that while I acquire your booze."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin waits patiently, pondering if she should correct her phrasing or -

"Would it be better if I said I'm currently in the spiritual marketplace?" is the first thing out of her mouth when Cecil is back.

[lasthumanvoice]

"You should visit the temple. Or speak to the priest-in-training, or the preacher. Or the metalloid being covered in plants. Or one of the goddesses themselves, that might also work. But not the demons, don't start dealing with the demons."