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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

[crushed_pearls]

"Fever, lass, the first person to take a swing at me without my explicit permission is going to be turned into mulch and gore and there won't be a god damn thing they can do about it." Erin moves a chair so she can sit across from Fever, making a relieved sound when she's back off her feet again. "...You remember. You're my Fever."

[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."

[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...

[abhorrently]

"Reeds? Describe her."

Guess who never got the name memo.

[crushed_pearls]

"She's the spooky noodle with knife fingers that hates me."

[abhorrently]

"Oh, Nyx!"

There's an equal small note of fondness in Fever's tone now.

"She wasn't calling herself that when I met her, she was insisting on Kevin's number for her, and when I pointed out that there was no need for that, she challenged me to rename her. So, I gave her a choice - take my number, since I had no intention of ever using it, or Nyx. She chose the latter."

She chuckles a little, as if to say of course she did.

"Her original name was Reeds, huh..."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin sighs and shakes her head, sounding fond herself. "Vickie Reeds, Arrayer of Distant Thunder. I see her girl flirting game remains fucking incomprehensible...but it sounds like she didn't make it out. Or at least, didn't make it here. I hope wherever she ends up is blessed."

[abhorrently]

Vickie Reeds. A name to remember in the archives of her shattered skull.

"I'll keep alert for her, though. Nothing saying she didn't just choose a different ferry."

And there's amusement twitching at the corner of her lips, before a snort of laughter escapes her.

"Arrayer of Distant Thunder...if I'd but known..."

[crushed_pearls]

"Well don't leave a bitch in suspense."

[abhorrently]

With a smile, she raises her hand, and twists it a little in the air, to send the initial sparks of a cantrip across her hand and sparking between her fingers.

"I might have been inclined to listen to any adventurous suggestion she had."

The metaphors and jokes write themselves.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Christ girl, I am listening. In like a month after my loved ones fuck me to death but still!"

She's Activated, you have Activated her Fever, she is Here.

[abhorrently]

"Good thing that death doesn't have any true hold at the current time, hm?"

She winks, and then extinguishes the unfinished spell.

"But more seriously, are you well? I shouldn't be able to push you around like I did."

[crushed_pearls]

"No! No I am not. I will be on light fucking duty for a bit." Erin hangs her head. "...But when I'm better I'm going to be stronger than ever. It's back, y'know? Spring. My oldest and truest friend is back, I can feel her everywhere. This place is real, the land is waking, and I'm...loved again."

[abhorrently]

"Anything I can do for your recovery? I doubt I'm going to be committing myself to anything of value for this first week, so go ahead, make a claim on my time."

Still, she's smiling about it. There's actual life in the ground here. What no one had seen was the way Fever had let herself completely collapse on the ground for a while, breathing it all in. One can't miss the scent of earth without being deprived of it.

[crushed_pearls]

"You've given me more than I can really say already," Erin murmurs. "...Might get together with you about the job hunt later. There's money here. That people like. Use."

[abhorrently]

That gets a groan from her, soft so that the locals don't hear.

"If I've ever been gainfully employed, I don't recall. I have no concept of where to start."

She usually just found money on corpses. Or traded items.

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah, figured. Not to bomb both of our positions but I've both been and helped people who only know how to kill." Erin flashes Fever a wan grin.

[abhorrently]

"If you suggest that whole enforcer business, I'll leave. It's not in the cards now or ever."

She'd known that since she arrived. And while she can argue she knows more than just killing...how does one translate her skillset into something actually useful?

[crushed_pearls]

"Lass if you hear me seriously suggesting joining law enforcement, my life is in danger and I'm signaling for help."

[abhorrently]

"Noted."

She leans back a little, eyes flicking up to the sky.

"The only idea I have a sort of...maid of all work. Odd jobs. I'm used to people asking me to do all sorts of things, and I do it. Though that's not really anything useful."

[crushed_pearls]

"Hard labor can't hurt," Erin teases. "Learn how to fish, maybe become a lumberjack. Work off them noodle arms."

[abhorrently]

"Just because I'm not swinging a greataxe doesn't mean I'm a noodle." Pause. "Used to travel with three women who could. A girl ends up feeling very safe."

[crushed_pearls]

"God I bet," Erin says dreamily. "Like, no small part of my attraction to Daisy is the bit where she can fold me in half until I snap like a fucking twig."

[abhorrently]

"Yeah."

If the slight inclination of her tone a certain way wasn't enough, there's a little knowing edge in her expression that has nothing at all to do with fantasy.

Sorry Daisy.

[crushed_pearls]

"Fever. Did you fuck my murder wife?" Beat. "Actually no this is Daisy - were you fucked by my murder wife?"