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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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[maskedstarbunny]

"Chair is over here." Not many of her patients were blind- dragons tend to go for the throat, or burn you to a crisp. Pirates prefer the first. "I cannot fix something already healed, so you are safe for that. I am Ryja Featherfists. A pleasure to meet you, if but the circumstances were less difficult."

[crushed_pearls]

"...Random question, you particularly attached to the byproducts of your emotions?" Erin takes the seat hard; something in her back clicks, and her groan is both pained and relieved. "I might be eating my own soul a little."

[maskedstarbunny]

Ryja thinks about that, for a moment, because it's an odd question that she's not considered the answer to before. "Assuming their loss would not harm me in a lasting manner, not particularly. If you need to feed on another, I would not mind." Don't think about certain thoughts regarding Erik and his vampiric nature, don't thin- she's thinking about it.

Well, she's already a little flushed from meeting Max and Erin's everything, what's a little more?

[crushed_pearls]

Erin's ears twitch and wiggle. How long was she gone? She feels grey, listless. Without thought her hand reaches up to pluck at the air near Ryja, a bad habit from worse times in Miami -

She sucks in a shocked breath. Lust? She's getting lust? In this state, in these clothes, after admitting she needs to feed? Lust? Really? Fucking -

(Hey pot I heard the kettle has a blackened ass.)

AND THE HORSE!

The sound Erin makes will not be helping Ryja calm down. Already there's more color in her cheeks.

[maskedstarbunny]

She doesn't... actually feel anything. Huh. That probably shouldn't be disappointing... But that feeling doesn't last long because wow. Wow the sound Erin makes. Oh no, the sound she makes. It's not her fault. Look at Erin. No, seriously, appreciate her, especially as she feeds and color returns to her cheeks.

Something not many have had a chance to notice is that Ryja's cheeks, when she's blushing, gain a soft blue glow. This mask reveals that, though, to those who might be looking.

[crushed_pearls]

"Get to a new place and someone one-ups me in the horny department immediately," Erin mutters, not entirely aware that she's speaking aloud. With rather more intent: "Thanks. I'm not gonna be good for awhile, but...thanks. It helps. Every bit helps. One second."

So, Ryja. Lass. You remember how the outfit new arrivals come in is basically just like, work pants, a decent work shirt, some suspenders? That sorta thing? Good, good, Erin's got that too, she's not special in this regard. What she is, however, is doing the Big Stretch, arcing her back to crack it (her chest strains against the shirt, somehow fitted to her despite the bit where no one's outfit is quite fitted to them...) and letting her wings loose to their full span. It comes with the Dinosaur Noises Of Stretching.

[maskedstarbunny]

Ryja laughs, because, to be fair, it's true. Ryja is a bit of a rounding error on that front. "I am glad to help, then-" And then she has to be quiet for a moment because, well. Once more. Just look at her. Also she understands the Big Stretch. How could she not. And the wings. She doesn't try to hide her appreciation, because clearly Erin already knows, and subtle Ryja is not.

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."

[maskedstarbunny]

And that gets a full, proper laugh from her. The Limsa read was right. She rather missed the flavor, to be honest. "Alas! My libido has outrun the constraints of death itself, I am afraid." Beat... and then another short laugh. "I have never been a subtle creature. The libido does not stop, but everyone gets one rabbit joke. Just one."

It probably says something about her that shes grinning, but genuinely, after two years of Ishgardian society... she really has missed deeply inappropriate senses of humor.

[crushed_pearls]

Leaning forward.

Leaning.

Leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaning.

"If I only get one I'ma sit on it and use it when you least expect it," Erin says with a straight face, her words Grave. "You've sentenced yourself to a lifetime of anticipation, wondering, is this it, is this when Erin fucking Peters cashes in her bunny joke? Every conversation, every interaction, you'll be wondering. You'll lie awake at night, hoping, wishing, for me to lift this curse of the rabbit humor from you, fearing that I never will, that the blade of the One Bunny Joke will be the specter that haunts you until you die. What if I hold onto it forever and then show up at your wake to spit heat when you can't retaliate? Surely you can find some way to wring the rabbit joke from me, but it. Will. Be. In. Vain."

[maskedstarbunny]

Ryja holds a straight face, the whole way through, ears tilted forward. Her lips curve up in a slow grin, and she makes a little gesture to her ears. "The terrible price I pay for my soft and fluffy ears, and a fate I am more than willing to accept to make a new friend." And then, line delivered, she lets herself break down into giggles again.

[crushed_pearls]

Erin pokes Ryja right where her mask covers her nose. "I can be difficult to be friends with," she teases. "But for some godforsaken reason people do keep making the effort."