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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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Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Existing Player

[mister_morgan]

Dressed in his best that absolutely screams "I was a cowboy up until a few months ago", Arthur is acting as first-resident chore boy of the potluck.

He's not particularly keen to let Dahlia get buried in too much work, and while he's spending as much time with Sally and Gwen as he's able to, he's also up and about any time anyone mentions something needs done. There comes a point where he's gotten familiar enough with those keeping things like water and cutlery stocked that they'll flag him down.

Much as he might complain, it's a comfortable, familiar thing. It reminds him of the simple pleasures of camps back home.

He's a large man, and not the most graceful, so not bumping into a newcomer or two is almost certainly out of the question. He's glad to tip his hat and greet anyone who meets his eyes, though, even when he's looking overwhelmed. Have you ever seen one person carry quite that many plates? Hopefully not. (Maybe he could even use a hand, from anyone feeling particularly proactive!)

[umm_shafaqat]

Keziah gracefully side-steps when it looks like he might run into her, then stops a lady from trying to slip past him when he's balancing so many plates.

"Let him through, chère dame, or your pretty dress might end up with stains on it."

She glances back to check where he is before she removes her hand from the other woman's shoulder.

[mister_morgan]

"Thank ya kindly, miss---!"

His words come with a bit of strain, and, having made it through the crowd, he finally reaches the target table. Everything's sat aside, nothing's spilled, and he lets out a deep breath to make up for all the ones he'd been holding.

Now, he can properly turn and tip his hat.

"Y'all go ahead n' eat all ya like, now. Folks 'round here made a little bit of everything in a hurry, so if one thing ain't to your taste, I'm sure you'll find somethin' that is."

[umm_shafaqat]

Keziah could mention again that she can't eat most of what is here. (She physically can, as part of blending in as a human, though only in moderation. And most human food doesn't have any taste for her.) But this time, she smiles faintly and says, "What I'd really like is a warm drink, if that's available."

This is not an allusion to blood -- she can drink other things as well, and of course warm liquids are best. Tea, coffee, or even broth would work.

"Everyone has been so kind. Your collective hard work to make us all feel welcome is greatly appreciated."

[mister_morgan]

"Somethin' warm? I think I can do that."

Arthur skims the nearby tables, and, fortunately, they're not too far off from the warmed cider that the local grocer provided. That'd certainly do it, wouldn't it? (He's hoping this isn't an allusion to blood, but maybe if it is, she'll just hang out with the cider until he's out of view. Polite company for something you're not going to eat and all that.)

He doesn't have to step far to grab it, and he glances over, offering a crooked smile at the compliment. He's learning how to smile less like a scowl... slowly!

"Well, that's mighty kind of ya to say. It's a special occasion to get this many new folks around, so I s'pose it just felt right for everybody to do somethin'. How's it been treatin' you, so far?"

[umm_shafaqat]

She takes a sip of the warmed cider pretty much immediately, and visibly relaxes a touch. A vampire of her age can barely taste human food, and it gives her no benefit, but the warmth is a comfort on its own.

"I have been treated well." Keziah lifts the mug in a toast to him, smiles, and says, "Case in point. Please call me Keziah, and how may I address you?"

[mister_morgan]

"Arthur Morgan," He introduces himself, with a little tip of his hat in return to the raised glass. "I ain't been here for all too long, but me n' the other folks around here are easy to get a hold of if you need anything."

A glance down the tables, and he lowers his voice, quiet and playful.

"Hope you don't mind eccentricities none," He draws out the word for emphasis. "But folks here are a might strange. Nice enough, but there's never a dull moment, I'll tell ya that much."

[maximumcake]

Max is of a very similar disposition. Arthur has probably seen him manning the food table helping serve things with his borrowed apron on. right now, though, he's rushing to Arthur's aid with those plates.

"Let me help you with those!"

[mister_morgan]

"I'm fine, you ain't got to---"

A plate wobbles with a step Arthur takes, and he swiftly reconsiders.

"Actually, friend, I think I could use that hand!" He calls over the short distance, and stops, standing rigidly. Maybe he was starting to push a little too hard, or was getting greedy with what he could carry, but that was neither here nor there.

"Tell ya what, if you could just--- take the one off my elbow, there, n' the one in the middle," He tries to explain, nodding vaguely. Tragically, a man with no free hands and a rigid posture can't do all too much gesturing, but he's doing his best. He gets a good look at who offered to help, though, and can't help a short, disbelieving laugh. "Wait, aren't you one of the fellas off the dock? What're you doin', runnin' around? You should be settlin' in and havin' a bite!"

[maximumcake]

Max was already moving in the moment he saw that wobble. He's not about to let his new friend down.

"You bet!" He grabs the plates where indicated, neatly piling them on the center of his palm.

"Yeah, I know. I am. But this is my way of settling in. You good now? I can take some more."

[mister_morgan]

Arthur isn't keen to argue too much, but he gives a small shake of his head and a huff of a laugh that speaks volumes. You're odd, but not gonna complain.

"Naw, I got the rest of 'em, I think," He finishes his short little shuffle, and finally deposits plates, letting out a relieved sigh. And, now, with his hands free, he reaches over to give his new acquaintance a jovial pat to the shoulder. "Saved me from makin' a scene and ruinin' the mood, I owe ya one. What's your name, partner?"

[maximumcake]

He knows. But he's cute so he gets away with it. He knows that too.

"Something tells me you'll pay it back or forward eventually," Max says with a chuckle. "Max Maximum, at your service. But just call me Max. All my friends do."