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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

[maltesefalcon]

"Date is March 5th, 16:54. Also, that letter's got no way to get out of here to your world."

He's trying to be helpful, here.

[throneoftheblacklodge]

“Thank you.”

He scratches out the date and replaces it.

“Year still unknown?”

He shakes his head at the second comment. “Fate works in strange ways, my friend. If it’s meant to reach her, it will. In the meantime, I just like writing them. Clears my head.”

[maltesefalcon]

"Ah, no, 16:54 is the year as they reckon it here. The time's shortly after three, I think. There's some who carry watches here. I'm afraid I'm not one of them."

The feathers of his crest lift gently, a little embarrassed by the confusion.

[throneoftheblacklodge]

“Ah, my mistake. I assumed military time,” he assures him in that same blunt tone.

Cooper then pauses and leans back in his chair while focusing. Thoughts aren’t spinning through his head the way they used to. His mind had dulled while in the Black Lodge, and he had found himself in something of a meditative state for much of it. Speaking still feels harsh on his own tongue, and his volume seems to fluctuate with much more intensity. The echo of it rings in his ears.

“Tell me, Mr. Cerrit Agrupnin,” he says, voice much softer than before. “What do you make of this place?”

[maltesefalcon]

"Cursed. People are people wherever you are, but the island is cursed."

There's a lot more to it, but there's pieces he literally can't communicate to others because of a deal with a demon. Such is life.

[throneoftheblacklodge]

“The lady up front said as much,” Cooper nods. “Some kind of purgatory situation.”

A completely different purgatory. Interesting.