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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-03-05 05:57 pm
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Mingle - Emergency Potluck

Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin
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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[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-03-07 01:18 am (UTC)(link)

"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.

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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2024-03-07 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] hadnoright 2024-03-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)

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.