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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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"You find the nearest god and thank it. Nice to meet you Jeff."

Jeff looks around, half expecting to see one of the goddesses standing by, buuuut: nope.

"Oh. Yeah, uhhh... right on, nice to meet you, um."

Awkward pause.

"Who are you?"

And how do you know him?

"Erin Peters. I met a version of you that was definitely not gonna escape Samsara in that incarnation." Head back down. She gets her hands under her and works on pushing herself up, staggering a bit. She feels bad feeding on Jeff's confusion and artistic interest but she needs Glamour or she's gonna pass out. Glamour, food, water, a good punch across the jaw, some coffee, possibly a fuck, no particular god damn order on any of those, but Glamour she can get from here. "Fuck my life everything hurts...I'm comin', can you do me a favor and make a plate with enough sugar to actually kill a man? I mean it. Kill. A man. Sugar."

A version of Jeff, and-- "Samsara?" Beat. "Is that in Europe?" He asks, with complete sincerity. Then, as she starts to get up, he moves to help, stopping only when she asks him for a plate of sugar.

"Oh-- yeah! One fuckton of sugar, coming up..."

And, a few moments later, Jeff returns, bearing several slices of cake, some cookies, candies, all piled on each other and topped off with fruit salad. For that natural sugar.

"Here-- This good?"

"Oh yeah," Erin manages, flashing Jeff a grateful grin before descending on the sweets like a cartoon shark.

Please hold.

Whoa.

He's never seen anyone tear into a bunch of desserts like a wild carnivore before. That's honestly kind of terrifying and impressive? He's just going to hang out and slowly munch on a cookie while Erin destroys the assorted sweets.

Crumbs everywhere. Absolute devastation. Things have happened to this plate that God would not condone.

"Glad to know you're still a nice guy," Erin comments from down on the ground, at the scene of the crime. She holds a hand up to be helped to her feet.

"Oh. I'm nice?" Why is this news to Jeff? And why is there some dumb rebellious impulse in him that's like 'no, prove her wrong! don't help her up!'?

Anyway, he ignores that impulse, because he doesn't want to be a dick. Which... probably proves her observation right.

Jeff takes her hand and helps pull her up, keeping it offered in case she needs to lean on him or anything.

"So, like. If I didn't see you get out of the hearse, I'd think you'd been run over by it or something. You okay?"

She's heavier than she looks; a lot of it is muscle, but the wings sure aren't adding any small amount of weight.

As for the question...

"You know the saying 'start as you mean to go on'? Day I was born the doctor slapped my factory fresh behind and that kinda set the tone of my life."

Oh no, she's heavier than she looks, and Jeff's a noodle on too-long legs, so this is...

This is going to be a bit of a struggle.

"So like... Life's kicking your ass, huh?" Boy, he feels that.

"And I didn't get the safeword about it - brace your legs, shoulder width apart, think of it like lifting an amp my dude -"

Okay, okay, following her advice and...

It may take a couple tries, but eventually he manages to haul her up!

"I think that's something we've all got in common here." A little awkward pause, before he wheels the conversation back to the elephant in the room.

"So how did you know, uh... other me? What was I like?"

Is this a can of worms he wants to open?

Fuck yeah.

"I'll level with you, I didn't know you well. You were kinda my friend's goofy boyfriend to me, but I knew ya as an artist and a dedicated submissive, which uh, remember the crack about the no-ethics BDSM city? Dedicated submissive. Knew way too much about that dynamic."

...okay, maybe he should've left that can of worms in peace.

"Oh."

...

.........

"Right on."

What else can one say to learning about his alternate self's sex life?

...

Moving on!

"So, ah..." Clearing his throat now. "What's with the wings?" Fuck. Jeff's face falls, but it's not like she can see his regret, what with the blindfold and all. "Sorry. Was that a dick question? I just mean-- I haven't met a chick with wings before, or-- um, well, I guess I've met a dude with wings, but he's a giant bird--" He casts a glance around, hoping Cerrit isn't nearby to overhear, and adds in a conspiratorial whisper, "--and a fucking cop."

"Oh Christ, bird cops, they don't need helicopters." Erin makes a Face. "But it's a long fuckin' story, so let me give you the short version. Sometimes, fairies kidnap people, and turn them into other kinds of people." She flexes her wings; Erin seems to spot something, because she scowls at them. "Christ my feathers are fucked...but, yeah. I'm human, but it's a 'terms and conditions apply' kind of human."

"Oh, yeah." Jeff nods because, honestly? That tracks. He's never met a fairy-- well, not to his knowledge, anyway-- but he's read some books, like folklore and mythology and all that shit. His mom used to make up stories and fairytales when he was little. "Makes sense. Fairies are fucking assholes."

Like he's a fucking expert.

"Hey, maybe the bird cop can help with your feathers! Or--" Jeff looks troubled for a moment. "Wait, is that like... like fucking? For birds?"

Look, he's really trying his best to be helpful to the newcomer.

Erin has fallen over again.

Laughing this time, mind you.

But Bird Down, Bird Down!

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