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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

[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."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin smiles slow as she accepts her beer, and it is not a friendly or warm thing. "Demons need to not deal with me, Cecil."

[lasthumanvoice]

"...Erin. Miss Peters. Devourer of Cake and Ale. Do not think that you are beyond the reach of the local demonic royalty."

There is strain in his voice.

[crushed_pearls]

"Beyond? No. But I can put my hands on the scales too, Cecil. People who pact with me keep their word or they find out quick that my friend in this matter is bigger than theirs, and crueler too." Erin shrugs her wings, and sips the beer. "Not that I can imagine they've got anything I want. I just left a reality run by an inscrutable asshole with no human motivations, I'm not eager to ring the dinner bell for round two."

[lasthumanvoice]

"I'm sorry that's something you had to deal with." Cecil's voice is quiet and sincere. It's a scenario he can imagine all too easily.

[crushed_pearls]

"I appreciate it. Don't mistake my flippancy for arrogance. It's just the last thing holding my mind together."

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil lets out a huff that is not laughter.

"Sometimes, it's like wiggling a loose tooth and feeling how thin the connection is to the gum, isn't it?"

[crushed_pearls]

Erin raises her cup in a toast. "To the last dregs that separate us from utter madness?"

[lasthumanvoice]

“May they still be enough when we wake up tomorrow.”

He sips whatever he’s drinking.

“My boyfriend, Gerry, is someone you ought to meet as well. He has Been Through It, too. He spent some time as a book. It was not good time for him.”

[crushed_pearls]

"I'll keep him in mind. But for right now I think I'm gonna take the strength your meal gave me and see if any of my loved ones made it out alive. No offense."