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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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[hadnoright]

When she looks back up at him and notices the meat back on his bones, she can't quite help the crooked, smirk-like smile. Well. There you go, then. At least he got a good top up out of it.

It slips away a little, when she actually gets back to addressing the massive elephants in the room. "...suppose at least it's this way around. Don't think a younger me would be so. Willing to accept it."

Better that she's stuck with a Jon that doesn't remember than Jon being stuck with a Daisy that would just as soon slit his throat as listen to a word he had to say. Her gaze flicks to the scar across his neck, and she swallows hard as she forces herself to look away again.

"This place does seem... better. From what I've heard. So far. Might be dying but it's still a lot more alive than the ship. Didn't realise how much I missed real trees." But now she's looking forward to heading into the woods, to hunting out there. Fresh air and real plant life, real animals. You take them for granted until you're stuck in a bubble without even microbial life going for it. "Have to see how everything goes. I guess. What happens after... it's not my biggest concern."

Going back to the ship isn't something she wants. And going home... it isn't an option. For reasons she's not sure how, or if, she's ever going to tell Jon. Even if she wasn't dead, what good would it be going back to a world forever changed into the image of the Fears?

[apocryphalarchivist]

Ah, blissful ignorance. How could he know that returning home would cause the world as they knew it to end? For him, going home meant a return to normalcy, troubled as that might be--- even if it meant leaving behind this town he was slowly, finally beginning to settle into, becoming less of a bystander and more of a resident in it all.

Maybe, someday, knowing what comes to be by his hand might cement his place here. For now, though, that's a problem for future Jon!

"That's probably the best way to go about it," Jon agrees, and he shifts his attention to the treeline. "...You're not kidding, though. Never thought I'd be one for the rustic life, but it's growing on me. I don't imagine you need to hear from me, of all people, to be careful in the woods, but... there is a lake that will eat you. Among other things. So just be mindful of that."

Hunting lake, Hunt Avatar. Maybe he's not giving them enough credit. Far be it for him to make any firm claims that the lake can't make friends, considering it can do a hell of a lot more than most other bodies of water.

[hadnoright]

"Lake that eats people. Yeah," Daisy snorts. "That sounds about right."

At this point in her life a world without strange and incomprehensible horrors would be stranger to stumble into than one filled to the brim with them. A lake that might eat you feels almost normal. Like, sure. Why wouldn't the lake eat you. Cursed water's gotta eat too.

"I'll be careful. Gotta go out into the woods to Hunt either way. Food doesn't do anything for me these days." She's more Hunter than human, these days. It's a fact she's accepting, bit by bit. But it means it's Hunt animals, or Hunt people, and she'd rather like to avoid turning herself into the town's new boogeyman if at all possible. "Which—"

There's the subtle motion of her jaw rolling as she drags her tongue across her teeth and sighs. "If I get no nightmares after this. Maybe I can give you some old section 31 stories every now and then."

...sometimes when she hears herself speak she can almost see why Basira thought she'd gotten got by the Not-Them.

[apocryphalarchivist]

Jon's clearly surprised, and anything that he might've been expecting, preparing to say, fell short. This one statement was already a hell of a lot more than he could've ever anticipated from Daisy, much less the notion of additional ones. Avatar solidarity wasn't something he'd ever experienced--- Avatar hostility was more par for the course, if his last run-ins were anything to go off of--- but he sure isn't going to be caught complaining.

"Oh! I mean--- if you're sure?" He stumbles over his words, only just restraining an eagerness, though it was still just beneath the surface of his surprise. "Let me know about the nightmares or lack thereof, regardless of any old stories that come afterwards. It's something I really ought to be aware of."

[hadnoright]

It is a little funny, really, watching the surprise on his face. It's hardly the first time she's seen her change in behaviour catch him visibly off-guard, but... it's been a while. They'd sort of gotten used to the new normal, by the end.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Wouldn't offer if I wasn't." She pulls herself up from the ground, at last, and rolls her shoulders. "I'll let you know. Might not be enough to be 100% about it, mind you. I stopped getting them the first time after I stole an employment contract and signed it."

Have that tidbit that didn't make it into the statement. Didn't even get tricked into it, like Melanie, or forced into it, like Basira. She just did it. Just Daisy Things™.

"But we'll see."