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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

[comedyequalstragedy]

There is a very split second where Gilbert rankles with the idea of being made fun of for his accent. Then he looks and-

...

Changelings are infertile, there is absolutely no way that that man reproduced in all his cavorting. Right?

So it has to be someone else who may have been at the table. Simple enough- if George could arrive with him, so could someone else, even if they hadn't met.

"If you're certain!" he chimes, because he might not have been a Guest but like hell he's bloody serving one, "quite a gathering, isn't it?"

[prince_of_beasts]

Not a face Dimitri recognizes. He can't remember every face that slid by at that table, but he's certain he would recognize them. He thinks.

"It is, it is." Cheerful, and riotous, and -- something struggles against the ticking clockwork, churned bloody in the gears' teeth. Dimitri blinks. The world swims, blurs, scenes doubled-tripled and overlaid on each other. "It's good to see people enjoying themselves. Any sign of a guest of honor?"

Funny -- there's a whiff of Wyrd on him, but no Mask or Mien.

[comedyequalstragedy]

"Not here, I shouldn't think," he says mildly, "nobody you ought to concern yourself with, in any case."

Hm. The lack of Mask is something he noticed on Erin, but no Mien either?

Quieter, "You know where you are, yes?"

[prince_of_beasts]

A light, easy tone; a taxidermied stare. "Hm? Of course -- "

The thing in the clockwork latches onto a tooth, just long enough for the machine to stutter. Dimitri blinks. A hair of tremor creeps into his voice. "Forgive the, the odd question, but -- what color are my eyes?"

[comedyequalstragedy]

"No stranger than any other question I'll field today. Blue, lad, your eyes are blue."

He never went through a Blue period, did he? Red, certainly, for a good long while, but he can't remember if He ever went in for Blue or just skipped right to throwing out colours entirely because he was bored with them.

cw emeto (brief)

[prince_of_beasts]

Tension snaps like an overwound spring. Dimitri's posture crumples inward. "O-oh. Oh -- "

Comprehension comes with horror: where he is, what he's done. Where he isn't. Earlier he'd felt well enough to try fish, and now he's regretting it. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll -- I should -- pardon me, I -- "

He takes a hurried step back. Spotting a break in the gathering, he bolts.

At least he makes it behind a bush before he retches.