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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

[umm_shafaqat]

"A Wayne named Wayne," she sounds amused, "And I am Keziah of House Keziah."

"The first vampire I made was a witch before. Jesse tried to teach me magic, but I can only manage one spell. It needs to be set up with a ritual."

[ablativeholopleather]

He cracks an easy smile. "Hey, dope, I'm from Waynehouse."

He eats as he listens, and after a minute considering one of the little fried pockets of something that he's been munching on, he puts it into his pocket. It doesn't actually leave a trace or a bulge where it would be sitting. "Oh yeah I've seen a bunch of stuff that works better as rituals than will-based casting. My Gestures sap a lot of energy if I don't have food on hand but if it could be rituals it'd be slower so there's a need for balance that's not quite there y'know?"

[umm_shafaqat]

"I'm not quick to action," Keziah admits, but then amends with a small smile, "I favor decisive action, and sometimes that takes planning and setup."

Beat.

"I'm happy with my single spell and its ritual. Even if it might be nice to just... exert my will and spellcast sometimes." Keziah waggles the fingers of one hand playfully.

[ablativeholopleather]

"Kinda wish I had the luxury of taking the time to plan stuff. Things probably woulda gone a lot smoother," he muses, picking up and then pocketing another dumpling. Then he lifts a finger and twists it in the air. Before him, a couple of little coils of what look like clay spiral out of the aether, twist with the sound of a guitar being plucked, then fade from view. One of his most harmless gestures, easy to direct outwardly rather than targeting anyone in particular. "Everything kinda went to shit in the wake of the first Accretion and hasn't really gotten any better. We're stuck fighting just to keep the last bits of civilisation together and that means being ready to throw down on the spot."

[umm_shafaqat]

"You have my sympathies for dealing with such a situation."

A moment of silent contemplation, weighting how much to share. She does not want to seem like she is taking focus from his story when what she wants is to convey the sincerity of her sympathy.

"When I was young, and human, the Arabs came and forced us to convert to their ways or fight them. They called us barbarians. It's not... it's not something I would wish on anyone. And yet... it keeps happening. Different players, different places, same suffering."

[ablativeholopleather]

Wayne, nonverbal as he normally would be, sort of wishes that talking about this didn't take as much time and energy as it does. He just wants to exist and be able to quietly sit and not have to relay all the details to put context to everything. It was easier at home where everyone knew about as much as everyone else...

He grimaces at the account, contemplating his food rather than looking back at her. He's too used to not having to make eye contact. "The Poolmen were doing that with our larvae. Stealing them and converting them into things that would fight us on sight. I'm sorry," he says earnestly, finally looking back at her again. "Same suffering."

[umm_shafaqat]

Keziah reaches out and lightly touches his hand for a moment -- her expression sympathetic, eyes understanding even if she doesn't look directly at him.

And then she pulls back, lapsing into silence. She's perfectly fine with remaining quiet beside him, occupied with her own thoughts for the time being.

[ablativeholopleather]

The touch is more comforting than she might realize. He was close with his crew, happy to sprawl with them, offer a bump or a lean or a hug. He has yet to meet a Wayne that wasn't like that.

The silence is also comforting. It lets him return to his food while he watches the crowd with unfocused eyes. Part of him wants to turn himself into something small and slink away... Maybe later.