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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

Hawkeye | existing player | OTA but be gentle

[notinflictthem]

There's a lanky doctorly fella who brings in a very large flask [chemistry, not beverage] of his world-famous moonshine gin, labelled as such, along with a smaller flask labelled 'Experimental Energy Drink, try at own risk'. This counts as a meal, right?

Otherwise, this is probably the first good meal Hawk has had all winter, and he will be spending the event refilling his plate as many times as he thinks he can get away with.

[crushed_pearls]

BEHOLD! The lady who fell on her face earlier! She's brought over two glasses of wine, one of which she offers to Hawkeye with a lopsided grin. "Mazel tov, ya bastard. Thanks for the warm welcome."

[notinflictthem]

"Geonbae and kampai, and I see my reputation precedes me."

He pinches a broad grin and happily takes the glass of wine.

"Hawkeye Pierce, I'm one of the sawbones around these here parts," he affects a southern drawl for that bit, "just imagine Cary Grant for my face and it's close enough."

[crushed_pearls]

"Sawbones eh? Sorry in advance, I'm a shit patient." Erin takes a sip of her own wine, grinning over the glass. "Not that I don't appreciate the work, Doctor Pierce. How'd you guess that I used to be able to see?"

[notinflictthem]

"I'll put mandatory sedation on your file. Or restraints, but I don't know you like that yet," Hawkeye jokes.

Then he blinks momentarily, taken aback.

"Oh uh- I was an army doctor, if I'm treating a blind patient they're always freshly blind. Sorry about that, just an assumption. Lucky I guessed right. I was lying anyway, people tell me I'm a dead ringer for Bette Davis."

[crushed_pearls]

Hrmmm, so maybe he was flirting. Fun flirting, but still. Erin can be merciful.

"You're gonna need better tits before I sign off on restraints, Doctor," Erin says with a little laugh. "You're gonna want to write some Sappho quotes on my file. Try the one about where I can't weave, it's a good one."

[notinflictthem]

"Better tits!? How dare you, madame! I won best chest picture in camp three months running before I forgot to shave!"

His indignation is entirely mocking, and dissolves into a light chuckle.

"Alright, alright, I get the picture. Had to try. Do I get a name for your file or should I just put you down as not interested?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Erin Peters, shipping out from New Avalon in Maryland. Don't worry if you haven't heard of it, it seems to only be on my Earth." She scowls for a moment. "Witch and warrior by trade, usually. Getting a real job will be..."

Beat.

"Hey doc, you got a knife on ya? I need to check something that might make your job easier."

[notinflictthem]

"Oh hey- I'm from Maine. Has to be some sort of crab-lobster solidarity, right? Crabapple cove myself- don't worry if you haven't heard of it, neither have half the people living there."

He was guessing magic was involved with the wings and all, but- huh?

"I don't carry my scalpels on me, and I don't lend them out for use- why?"

[umm_shafaqat]

Someone has noticed your propensity for... is it fifths, now? In more than one way, though Keziah doesn't know that yet. (Alcohol & units of measurement joke!)

She makes her way over to Hawkeye and places her full plate near him. "Here. I'm not here to eat, and I'd rather this not go to waste." The scoop of rice and the chicken katsu are still steaming, and there's a generous helping of vegetables besides.

[notinflictthem]

Hawkeye blinks, and then grins-

"I knew I'd died, but I didn't realise this was heaven," he jokes, taking the plate.

"Do you have a name or can I just call you gorgeous?"

[umm_shafaqat]

"I have a whole collection of names, but Keziah will work," she replies. (That's keh-zi-uh, not kez-ee-a... middle syllable rhymes with 'eye'.) Her full lips curve upward into a slight smile.

"And you? Or shall I just call cute?"

[notinflictthem]

"Ooh, if you have extra names, can you give me one? I've always wanted a surplus name of my own. I promise to take care of it and walk it and brush it every day."

He says stuffing his face with katsu.

[umm_shafaqat]

"I went by Gilda for a time, when I lived in Italy," Keziah says with a little laugh. "Would you like that one?"

(Like that film from 1946.)

[notinflictthem]

"Now that- that was good cinema. Rita Hayworth, what a fox. You have a deal," he holds his fork briefly in his mouth and extends a hand to shake on it.

[umm_shafaqat]

Her hand is cool against his, her expression solemn as they shake on it. And then.

"Such a pleasure to meet you, Gilda." The smile on her face is all high society politeness, but the mischief in her brown eyes is obvious.

[notinflictthem]

Sorry Keziah he's enjoying this fun flirty conversation, but he's a doctor first and foremost.

"Huh- you don't have any circulation issues, do you?" as he withdraws the fork back out of his mouth, "you just have cold hands- really cold, uh, sorry- I'm a surgeon, I never switch off. Just might indicate some heart trouble- do you get cramps regularly? Numbness? Tingling?"

[lightconductor]

Watson notes the repeated plates, and Hawkeye's general thinness, and while maybe at present he can't go make any accusations, he nevertheless has suspicions.

He wanders over, gently nudges Hawkeye in the ribs, and says, "Have you tried those meatballs over there? If you haven't, you should, because I don't think they're going to last."

[notinflictthem]

"Did I try the meatballs- I would marry those meatballs if I could fit a ring around 'em," Hawk grins and nudges Watson back, "if I have any more of them a hamburger patty is going to come out with a shotgun. How've you been?"

[lightconductor]

"Oh, keeping well enough. It's been hard all around, of course, but things seem to be going a bit better. I hope it stays that way."

Watson hesitates a bit, because this is nagging, and also he is functionally incapable of not saying something. "I hope you've been managing to get enough to eat?"

[notinflictthem]

"What a weirdly specific thing to ask someone," he says as if there's not a couple of fallen hairs on the collar of his shirt.

"We've all been tightening our belts lately. Why, have you? Got some stash of acorns buried under your house that I don't know about?"

[lightconductor]

Watson sighs. "No, but I have been courting a bird of prey, which has made me a good deal luckier than some over the past weeks, and I've had enough to share. I ought to have invited you to dinner, but then you'd be inflicted with my cooking."

[notinflictthem]

........................

"Cerrit?"

Lowers his voice,

"From one medical professional to another you have to tell me how that works. He doesn't have lips."

Hawk did the mental calculations and couldn't add up to how he would even approach that. The feathers alone.

[lightconductor]

Watson, suddenly flustered, coughs into his sleeve.

"Don't change the subject. And yes, fine, I will admit that it is... unconventional. And requires some compromise. Go on, make your jokes."

[notinflictthem]

"Naw, naw, I'm just glad you've taken to him like a duck to water. Y'know, that he's taken you under his wing. Since you two are of a feather. I mean really, it makes sense, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. A connection like that is rare as hen's teeth."

Both hands up, "okay, I'm done. And I wasn't changing the subject, it was a bit of genuine scientific curiosity. That isn't a crime, Doctor."