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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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[crushed_pearls]

"It's not the numbers, it's how you deploy them." Erin flashes a wan grin, tucks her hands casually into her pockets. "...Honestly though, I think you'll find us highly motivated. A real reality...it's, it's been awhile."

[thethirteenthchild]

"I noticed a lot of you came from the same place. It... must've been a troubling place."

[crushed_pearls]

"Our most thoughtful ethicist was a cannibalistic serial killer, so, you could say that." Erin sighs. "...I hope he made it out. Great guy. Like. Shockingly great."

[thethirteenthchild]

WOW. That's uncomfortably on the nose. Admittedly, Dahlia would have probably been interested in picking this gentleman's brain a bit, but ethical or no, such behavior would only serve to feed Aster's court. A dangerous game, considering that he's working on "building his profile" or whatever he calls it.

"He sounds fascinating," Dahlia replies vaguely, refraining from further commentary. "What sort of place was this, anyway?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Cruise ship, a..." Erin casts around for a comparison. "A floating city," she settles on, at last. "Ship big enough for thousands of people, with the all the trimmings - stores, food, entertainment. Everything the owners need to persuade bored people to spend extremely stupid amounts of money."

Erin reaches towards her pocket, then stops and scowls. "I'd kill a man for a smoke right now...anyway. On a ship big enough for thousands, we had less than seventy. No plants, no birds, no wind and no breeze, no waves on the water and no changing seasons."

"If you're wondering how we didn't go mad, we did."

[thethirteenthchild]

"That's bizarre." Dahlia frowns. "It sounds like a demon's playground. Not that this place isn't, but at least we've got... nature. And a bit more space to stretch one's legs."

[crushed_pearls]

"I almost wish it was. Jackass in charge was incurious, nothing more or less. Deliberate malice would have been more respectable." She slumps, a bit. Looks away. "...I can hear the birds, though. It's better. So much better."

[thethirteenthchild]

"Spring here is charming. Fall's our most picturesque season, as the name implies, but Serannai's season is beautiful. It's a shame you missed Merrymeet, but it's alright. There's always more."

[crushed_pearls]

"I uh. Actually didn't catch the name." Erin looks back with a guilty, winsome grin. "Your Mortanne was kind enough to deliver me right to my loved ones, but it cost me the welcoming committee. Think I can talk you into waxing poetic?"

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia chuckles a lit. "The town's called Pumpkin Hollow, and the landmass, Marrow Isle."

[crushed_pearls]

Chef's kiss: "Pure poetry. You always this descriptive?"

(Do NOT make a blonde joke.)

I wasn't going to?? You disembodied cock????

[thethirteenthchild]

"Oh gods, you were being serious. I don't think I have a poetic bone in my body." She snorts. "I guess I just don't really know where to start. What exactly do you want to know?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Well. On a high level, what is it I've agreed to help save? On an immediate level, have y'all invented indoor plumbing?"

[thethirteenthchild]

"We do absolutely have indoor plumbing," she says, laughing. "As for what you're saving..."

She casts her eyes around at the people in the area.

"...A little village, full of natives and once-hopeful immigrants who'd come here seeking something new. People who were sold a dream and got a nightmare." Perhaps that's a bit more poetic for you, Erin.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Yeah, I can work with that." It's all too familiar, in fact. Out of the fire, back into the same god damn frying pan. But this can end.

Her life of peace is coming. One last war. Just. Just one last war...

"...Level with me. And keep in mind that I'm a professional liar before you answer. Is your home gonna open its arms to monsters? To people who aren't human or anything close to it, and don't want to be?"

[thethirteenthchild]

The question gives Dahlia pause, and she goes quiet for a long moment.

"...I don't know," she admits softly.

[crushed_pearls]

"I'll make it a problem if I have to," Erin murmurs. "The thing is, I'm a monster myself. And so are the people I love most. Job or no job, they're mine to protect."

[thethirteenthchild]

"I suppose we'll just have to see how it all shakes out. Maybe it just depends on the kind of monster. I certainly wish you the best."

[crushed_pearls]

"I appreciate it." Erin inclines her head, and shrugs, faintly. "...And for what it's worth, I'm sorry for the trouble. You're meeting a lot of people who've been struggling for a long, long time. For our liberty. For acceptance. For dignity. We're raw, and we're hurt. But I promise you...these are good people. They just need a chance."