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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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[maximumcake]

Max eyes widen and he takes a second look up and down Tarantulas before he moves in close to whisper in Max's ear. At that point he'll be close enough to hear Max's audible gulp.

"Yeah," Max answers hoarsely, but it isn't exactly fear that's stealing his voice right now, if the slightly larger bulge in the front of his trousers is any indication.

"You did all of this yourself? That's amazing."

cw: allusions to mad surgery??

[tisnotthehouse]

Tarantulas's own eyes widen when he catches sight of that developing bulge; his grin, impossibly, grows even wider, wider than a human mouth can accommodate. This has nothing to do with him being a spider, mind; he's just a big freak.

"It certainly wasn't easy," he agrees with a flattered little hum. "I had to design machines to do the tricky parts for me...like replacing my hands, installing the extra legs, rewiring my groin...But it was worth it. In either my home universe or this one, there's no one else exactly like me."

cw: allusions to mad surgery??

[maximumcake]

"Your hands?" Max stares in amazement. "You built something that advanced? I'm so impressed. That must have taken forever."

[tisnotthehouse]

"Oh, I've built things much more advanced than that," Tarantulas says, ever so slightly dismissive in tone. After all, it's true; a device for installing a new set of hands is nothing compared to his Impetus or the Timemaze. "It took me, hm. Perhaps three Earth months? Between you and I, my eyes were much more difficult." He smiles and gently taps the skin next to one of his auxiliary eyes, indicating its function. "I can see through each one independently."

[maximumcake]

"Only three months??" Max is practically starry-eyed.

"Wow." He's looking at those extra eyes with interest. "How do you even... process that? I mean, I met someone once who could make more arms and hands and extra eyes and ears and he could multitask so well and I still don't know how he did it. I can't even begin to imagine it."

[tisnotthehouse]

"I upgraded my visual cortex first, but honestly the most important thing is patient practice. Accept that you simply are going to bump into things, knock things over, or break something, and plan around it. I resolved or cancelled several experiments that required glass instruments before I began upgrading myself, simply because I didn't want to deal with the shards. I'm certain your friend went through a similar experience, before they achieved the level of mastery that you admire so."

He glances around the crowd curiously. "I don't suppose they're here too? I wouldn't mind seeing that myself..."

[maximumcake]

"Yeah, that sounds pretty much like what he said, too. He was in training to be a hero. It mattered a lot to him." Max using past tense has probably already clued Tarantulas in to the sad answer to his question.

"No. He... disappeared a while ago. Before everything went... bad."