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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

[hadnoright]

"Daisy Tonner." She folds her arms and lets her posture slip again, kicking one foot idly along the ground. "Yeah, I'm new. Fresh off the boat."

She almost laughs at herself. She's going to keep saying and doing that, probably. If she can't laugh at the fact she spent a collective 5 years on a cursed cruise ship, she'd have to cry, and guess who hates crying.

[notinflictthem]

"Alright, Daisy. You just giving everyone the stink-eye for the hell of it? Genuine question, I'll join in if you are."

[hadnoright]

She shrugs casually. "Pretty much. New place. New people. Not a very trusting person. So. Stink-eye."

It's an improvement on how she used to handle not trusting the vibes of anyone around her.

[notinflictthem]

"Alright, how's this-"

Hawk shoots her a stink-eye.

"Am I on the team, coach, or do I need to work on my form still?"

[hadnoright]

This one's a real class clown, isn't he. Daisy hmms, then, dryly, "Eight out of ten. Good enough."

[notinflictthem]

"An eight?!" he demands, affronted, "where's my scope for improvement?! I have a scowl comparable to the look Caesar gave Brutus!"

[hadnoright]

"And I know a guy who can literally kill you with a look!" This is a vast, vast misrepresentation of Eye Avatars. Just miles away. "I've got high standards."

[notinflictthem]

"So I probably shouldn't try and hit on you either, huh."

[hadnoright]

Daisy cocks her head and just looks at him. "There's a lot of other reasons you shouldn't try that."

[notinflictthem]

"Do I get to list them or should you?"

[hadnoright]

Honestly now she's curious. "Hm. Let's hear your list."

[notinflictthem]

"Let's see- my meagre dowry, the fact I'm already married to medicine, the fact my father isn't here for you to ask for my hand, the bad blood between our families, my shoe size, the war, you're also already married, and I'm already seeing your sister. Does that about cover it?"

C'mon, c'moooon, that's at least worth cracking a smile over.

[hadnoright]

...she's absolutely just opened a box that's not going to close, hasn't she?

Unfortunately for Hawkeye and perhaps unfortunately for her, in terms of her chances of closing said box, Daisy is a tough nut to crack. "I dunno. Does it?"

[notinflictthem]

"Oh no no no, I gave my reasons, now it's your turn," he corrects, "that's how this works."

[hadnoright]

Now Daisy has a funny bone, if one that's very dry and brittle, and she does briefly consider going all in, but instead settles for the dry simplicity of: "You're not a woman."

[notinflictthem]

Looks down at himself.

"What gave it away?"

[hadnoright]

Just as dryly: "Vibes, mostly."

Look she wouldn't bat an eye at a butch woman looking just like Hawkeye, but...

"I don't do men. Some find that out the hard way."

[notinflictthem]

"Hey, more for me."

A shrug.

"Do you let men make you laugh, or is that against your principled sapphism too?"

[hadnoright]

That actually gets a snort that edges on laughter out of her. "Might be. I'm a rigid woman."

[notinflictthem]

"Presumably only around other women though," and he's either about to get slapped or laughed at, his money resting firmly on slapped.

[hadnoright]

For a split second, there is what can be best described as Schroedinger's Daisy. She could either laugh, or lunge. The end result? A sharp quirk at the corner of her mouth that could be an amused smirk, but is rather undermined by her deliberately shifting like she's going to come at him.

Look she's behaving but if she's not acting a little threatening when sufficiently pushed, is it really her?

[notinflictthem]

It's odd, because for being a corn doll come to life from being loved sufficiently without losing any of his brittleness, Hawk seems... relatively fearless about it.

Guns, he has a healthy terror of. Knives, sure. But someone threatening to kick the shit out of him is just another Tuesday, and at least this time he'd have it coming. So he's watching, for the moment. If it's just threats, he can laugh at it. If it's an actual attempt on his life, he can use the several inches of high he has on her to get the hell out of dodge.

[hadnoright]

...huh. She's got to give him his dues. Guy's got at least some guts. The thought passes through her mind quickly, quietly, and though she doesn't lunge, she shifts to the edge of her seat and makes sure to flash her teeth.

"I've had a bad week. Cut your losses."

[notinflictthem]

"Ah well, can't say I didn't try."

There is a look on his face like he's considering saying something else, but very quickly seems to think better of it.

"Hope your next week is better, eh?" and she finds some nice lady to make her laugh, but he is distinctly not saying that as he takes the damn hint and moves on.

[hadnoright]

Hawkeye Pierce. Full of jokes but at least a tiny dash of sense. Noted.

Daisy watches him go, then settles back in her seat. If he'd actually pushed his luck too-too far, well, he'd have found out far more violently, but. Better to not let it get that far, isn't it.

Ugh. Behaving.