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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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[apocryphalarchivist]

His brows immediately lift with interest, and he lets out a quiet 'huh', lifting a thoughtful hand to his mouth.

"A self-nourishing cycle of fear and it's own consumption," He murmurs. "That... adds up, now that I think about it. I'd never considered that an Avatar could feed off their own fear, but if there was no tie, no higher tier of the food chain to take that energy..."

His gaze drifts off to the side as he falls into thought, but he catches himself, looks back Erin's way, and clears his throat.

"I'm glad that--- some version of myself could help, even if the way I helped is still a bit, ah. Nebulous to me." He offers a hand to shake. "But even still, the semantics matter less than someone being free of the Dread Powers, one way or another."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin takes that hand with goodwill. "Yeah. So, if you need anything, I'm on the table. I've got dubious life advice, a grab bag of skills, oneiromancy, and the most incomprehensible violence you'll ever witness."

[apocryphalarchivist]

Yet another round of bizarre things that he was going to have to jot mental notes down of. She sure was a lot to take in, but at least she seemed happy enough to be pleasant about it?

"I was going to say that I doubt I'll need incomprehensible violence, but with the way things have been going lately, I'm not all too sure. But right this moment, I think that's quite alright. Don't want to go causing a ruckus and ruin the potluck."

Half-joke, half vague advice: please, please don't go committing incomprehensible violence on the potluck.

[crushed_pearls]

"You don't have to worry about me breaking hospitality, Jon. I can't really think of a higher crime."

[apocryphalarchivist]

"I don't doubt it, but you can never be sure. Demons crashing parties and all that sort of thing."

He neglects to elaborate, and instead leans over to the table to grab his glass of floral tea to take a drink.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Homie, question, did you make the tea? I haven't had proper tea in a dog's age."

[apocryphalarchivist]

A surprising question, but his brows shoot up, and he brightens. One could practically see the small Friendship Point Gain in the air over his head.

"I did! I figured, well--- enough people were already intending to bring food, I should try to focus on a side dish and something to drink. Care for a cup?"

As he asks, he's already going for one of the ornately-decorated teacups Town Hall provided, and lifts it by the handle to accent the question.

[crushed_pearls]

"God yes. Been drinking corporate American tea for more than a year, fucking colonize me my dude."

Look at her Jon.

Look at her tea lust.

[apocryphalarchivist]

He's tried to keep himself all level-headed and proper for the potluck, but that hits him like a sucker-punch. His face scrunches, but there's no disgust, nor confusion. Nothing negative whatsoever.

He barks a laugh, louder than he meant to, and from the looks of it, this poor bastard doesn't laugh nearly often enough.

"Oh--- god, you poor, depraved soul!" He's simmering down into quieter laughter, but that still is clearly getting his ass. "Say no more, I've got you."

The teapot is a quaint, porcelain thing, and he holds the lid gently. There's a couple teapots around it, but the way he instantly goes for one indicates that this one is by far the winner of the bunch. Before he passes it over, he adds only a half-pinch of sugar. Something to really bring out the lighter notes of this particular blend.

"Here, here. Tell me if you like it, but if it isn't, ah... your cup of tea, pun half-intended, I've got a milk tea and the closest thing to a Yorkshire breakfast I could find as well."

[NOT HERE]

[itsjustabaddream]

Just a second or two before Jon laughs, Neil chokes on his own sip of tea, coughing and laughing and thumping his chest. He's lucky no tea comes up his nose.

[crushed_pearls]

"I'll admit, I usually commit crimes on my tea. Got the metabolism of a hummingbird and the athletic schedule of, not to put too fine a point on it, a hummingbird."

And yet when Erin takes her first sip she makes a happy, wonderful sound, wings and ears both twitching as she savors it.