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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

[tisnotthehouse]

"Mister Sims." Tarantulas is holding a bowl of pudding -- how fortunate for him and his sweet tooth that so many people brought dessert! -- and smiling in a guarded, slightly uncomfortable way, his extra legs twitching slightly in mid-air. He's not about to be rude to his therapist's partner, but the staring, you see. It's starting to fucking get to him. "Is there anything I can do for you? You seem...unusually focused."

[apocryphalarchivist]

"Oh--- hello, Tarantulas, isn't it?"

Jon seems to snap into attention. Perhaps that made things better or worse - his staring had absolutely minimal intention behind it, and with the casual, affable reaction to Tarantulas' approach, it rings clear that he's probably not even noticed that his gaze comes with a bit of Ceaseless Watching, so to speak.

So the Avatar of the Eye has a bit of a staring problem. And, in other news, the sky is blue.

"No, no, I'm quite alright," He's quick to assure, offering him an awkward smile. There's something... tense about this look he's getting from his arachnid acquaintance, and he can't place what it might be from. "Just doing a bit of people-watching, that's all. It's strange just how many new faces have arrived into town, isn't it?"

[tisnotthehouse]

"Very strange," Tarantulas agrees. He can read the writing on the wall well enough, he just isn't sure he cares to follow its instructions.

"I wonder," he says after a moment, tone calm. Even friendly. "If anyone's ever told you that you have a rather intense gaze? Some might even call it somewhat disquieting."

Not Tarantulas, of course. Oh no, he's as calm as a clam in water. Just look at him, calmly standing here. Eating his pudding. Pay no attention to his legs wrapped close around his shoulders and chest, that's just for courtesy. Because he's the kind of person who cares about not smacking people.

[apocryphalarchivist]

That gives Jon pause. Ohhh. Oh, he understands now. A friend of a friend, whom he'd never spoken to, making an appearance very suddenly? He can't recall the last time that hasn't come with a word that's needed to be had.

He doesn't bristle, of course, nor does he take offense. At most, he shifts in his seat, turning to face Tarantulas a bit better.

"Oh? Nnno, no, I hadn't had anyone mention," He replies, slow, almost tentative. His brow furrows gently, and he casts a lightly concerned look Tarantulas' way. "If I've troubled you, I apologize. With so many people about, I hadn't expected anyone to mind some people-watching, but I'm not looking to cause trouble."