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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

[configuration_birdwatcher]

// Why did you explode? they ask in a tone of concerned bafflement, turning their head to stare at her with that newly purple optic. Deputy Pratt had died before he appeared on the Serena Eterna, so it's not impossible that Nimona could have also been brought to the ship after her death and restored to life by the Erda Flow. Still. // That sounds painful.

// I'm glad you're here, they respond. Remembering the last conversation they had with Nimona before they left to look for a way to rescue the remaining prisoners, they continue, // I'll tell you if I remember killing Malin. I see several people I recognise from the ship, which suggests the dimension was destroyed. Maybe her death caused it, like the Village.

[yournewsidekick]

"Oh, yeah, it was a whole thing," she says, sounding way less concerned than Bastion. "Long story. Somebody was gonna blow up half the Kingdom and I wanted to stop 'em. It didn't hurt, though, it was over pretty quick. And I'm tough to kill for good."

Nimona fluffs out her feathers, settling more comfortably onto her perch. Her voice turns venomous at the mention of Malin, incongruous with the cute, delicate little shape she wears. "It better have. Hope you blew her whole head off and Siffleur ate her guts. Hey, maybe that's how you -- "

She tips her head just enough to rap her beak against his optic, gently.

"You look different. What's up with that?"