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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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[restingslasherface]

"She was laid by one of the chickens from Comrade Eddie's farm," Jean explains, still quite gently. "Hatched quite recently. Many of them went to other farmers to help them start out, but a few have been given as helpers, or therapy animals, or in Agent Charlie's case as a ratter for Mipha's Grace."

They reach their hand out, and gently scritch the chick's head.

[abhorrently]

"Clever girl, to manage that."

And at such a young age. What a wondrous creature. How simple it would be to make that not so.

By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners

[restingslasherface]

"It can feel hard, to care for fragile things. Can't it, comrade?"

[abhorrently]

She feels insincerity creep up her throat, wanting to scoff and say that came out of nowhere, pull herself back together from whatever gap between the veil and herself they're looking at. Yet. Something in Charlie's gaze holds her where she is. Keeps the words down, though they burn as acid. Firewine on an empty stomach, searing and unsettled.

Instead, she takes a slow breath, and just. Nods.

"They break easily."

In irreparable ways.

[restingslasherface]

"Everything breaks. It's been...hahaha, it's...it's been the hardest lesson I've been trying to learn here, with a lot of very patient help."

"To hold out to love only the invulnerable is to not love."

[abhorrently]

"To love at all is to accept it is insufficient."

It does not cure, it does not heal. It does not fix what is wrong by its own presence. It exists - in whatever state it does. And her heart, crafted as the broken and cold thing it is, must always let it go, in the end.

She smiles, serene, to that statement in her own head. The same sort of comfort of lying on a marble floor, chilly and unyielding. Charlie, innocent and frangible, will never be burdened with such things. How fortunate.

[restingslasherface]

"But it's better to try regardless, I think."

Charlie rubs her face against Fever's wrist, and walks towards the end of her hand. Jean offers their own, for the chicken to hop over onto, and to begin her journey to Jean's shoulder.

[abhorrently]

Without her there, Fever feels herself relax. She made it through without an incident. She did it. There's a deep relief that floods her from that, and she can look at Charlie without concern.

"Spoken as if you have personal experience."

[restingslasherface]

"I do. Ask me about it sometime with more privacy, it's, hahaha, ha, it's...a lot. I'm willing to share, but people aren't, they are not often ready to...receive it."

They look...

Ashamed, of that. Eyes going down to Charlie, to stroke her gently.

[abhorrently]

"I tend to be a pretty fair listener, if you permit me to boast. I believe I could receive it without you worrying."

Her gaze softens, looking at them. It seems as though some things remain the same, no matter the world. People need that same absence of judgement.

Wrap?

[restingslasherface]

Charlie gets up to Jean's shoulder, and once she's settled the little fella offers a hand out to shake. "When next we meet then, comrade Fever?"

wrap!

[abhorrently]

She takes the offered hand and shakes it, feeling like she might need a long walk after this.

"Until then, Jean."