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Mingle - Emergency Potluck
Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin
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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I'll kill us both head voice, not now. What the fuck were you expecting, a simple answer?
(We hoped.)
Wishes in one hand and shit in the other.
Out loud, through the lance of pain in her chest: "I get it. I don't want to, but I get it. You know I'll come if you call, for anything."
Erin pulls back, rests her head against Valdis's.
Breathes.
"...There's going to be a lot of people to mourn."
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Though it's not as sharp as in the past, she still feels Erin's pain, but it won't sway her. She needs to be her own person again and even if it hurts, Valdis knows that Erin understands and would support her if she were able to voice it.
"Perhaps not as many as you think, but I was lucky that I found Ylva when I did. It helped."
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"I let you push boundaries because I thought I loved you, but now I see that nothing I gave would have been enough."
She takes a step back.
"You were never going to be satisfied."
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Calm. Calm it. Don't...
A sob hitches her chest, and she steps back. "I - I'm sorry, I'm. Raw. I'll. I'll be around, I -"
She turns, to flee back into the potluck, to ask where she's staying for the night. This wasn't the time, she shouldn't have said anything but when everything hurts it's so much harder to pick out the wounds that need to wait, and she's - she's been stupid again.
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