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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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[hadnoright]

Maybe it will come as a surprise, or maybe it won't, but Erin barely gets the chance to finish those two words before Daisy turns to drag her into a tighter, face-to-face hug where she can bury her head against her throat and breathe in the scent of her. She doesn't say a word, not yet. Just clings, and breathes, and tries not to quake.

[crushed_pearls]

Both wings folded over. The world can wait, as long as it needs to.

[hadnoright]

"We— we were trapped. And I couldn't smell you. And I couldn't do. Anything. Couldn't get out, couldn't help Max, or— or anything. Anyone."

Ugh. She turns her head more into Erin, presses her face against her, so the next words are muffled: "I thought I'd never— never see you again."

[crushed_pearls]

"I'm here," Erin whispers. "I managed to...we're connected. You and me and Valdis and Ylva and..."

"There's nowhere I can't find you eventually, as long as you want me there."

[hadnoright]

Daisy wishes she believed that was how it worked. That just wanting something was enough to make it happen, someway, somehow. But life has taught her otherwise, and she's always struggled to match Erin's Spring.

She doesn't argue, though. Erin's here now. Daisy tries to stay focused on that.

"...bunch of us here. Seems like."

[crushed_pearls]

"Seems like," Erin agrees through a tight throat. "All kinds of other shit too...I can feel Spring coming, Daisy. I feel her. She's here."

[hadnoright]

"It's real. Isn't it? This place. It feels... real. Like it smells real."

She doesn't feel it the same way Erin does, she can't. Spring is Erin's domain, her relationship with it is something Daisy can't have, but she can still tell something's different. This isn't like the artificial ship sailing between dimensions, a facsimile of an idea. It's real. Cursed so obviously Daisy can practically smell it, but real.

[crushed_pearls]

"Ylva thinks so," Erin agrees. "...We need the lay of the social landscape fast, love. I still need to feed. Us monsters still need to stick together."

[hadnoright]

"Mm. So do I." Daisy shuffles around until she's tucked more comfortably up against Erin's side, again, head on her shoulder and arm draped loosely over her. "Social web's your thing. But there's uh— a couple people here? From home? I think? And maybe if this place has animals, I can... feed that way. I dunno."

Yes, she is going to just bury the lede about people from home in the middle of that sentence.

[crushed_pearls]

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"Basira?"

[hadnoright]

Daisy glances up at her to give her a look. "No. Not— not 'sira. Be feeling even weirder if it was her. No, it's—"

She sighs, drags her tongue over her teeth.

"Jon and some guy called Gerard. Never met that one before. But he's all— Eye-y too."

[crushed_pearls]

"Jon huh," Erin murmurs. "...I owe him a good turn. Ain't forgotten."

[hadnoright]

Ugh, right, that— fucking memory stuff. Daisy bites her tongue and breathes out through her nose, before headbutting Erin lightly in the shoulder. "Just— don't go freaking him out too bad. I haven't even talked to him yet."

She's not sure how to. This isn't the Archives. She can't just stroll into his office, sit down and make him listen to the Archers. And after the tapes...

She's got to work up to it.

[crushed_pearls]

"Daisy. Love. My sovereign. I do not control the freakout when I throw off the sense of being a spider-woman Victoria's Secret model doing a photoshoot for their mass grave inspired lingerie lineup."

[hadnoright]

Daisy snorts and headbutts her again, a little harder this time. "Don't make it worse. Don't— overload him with stuff about the memories or the ship. He'll only ask for more. And that's no good for anyone. Least of all him."

[crushed_pearls]

"...Yeah. I know that feeling."

She was just thirteen with she stole a book...

"I can play nice."

[hadnoright]

"Thank you." Daisy leans up to kiss Erin's cheek, then settles back with her head on her shoulder. "He chases knowledge like— I chase a kill. Plus you saw the compulsion, and stuff. It's..."

She waves a hand vaguely. It's complicated. Jon has to be feeding here somehow, surely, and she doesn't want Erin walking in there and ending up a to-go meal.

Wrap?

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah." Erin buries her head against Daisy's shoulder and just breathes, for a long while. No further words. She's. So tired, and she needs to go meet more people, have an exhausting-ass first day, there's more people to find and to look for and to chat up but...

She needs this, for now.

Wrap!

[hadnoright]

Daisy curls into her, so small but feeling so very large, and lets herself have this moment. The give in the chain feels looser than it has in so long. It's like being reborn from the grime of Forever Deep Below Creation all over again, only this time it's not the ground beneath their feet that spat her out, it's the cold, unfeeling walls of a prison that didn't hesitate to let her die.

And yet this time, she's... choosing to live. It feels strange. It doesn't feel bad.