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Mingle - Emergency Potluck
Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin
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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"Elsie!" she declares confidently (for once.)
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She slaps a hand on the other toad's back. "What about you, buddy, you got a name too?"
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The toad croaks in alarm and shifts itself beneath Nimona's hand with a distinct look of annoyance. His little toad eyes narrow at her.
"Name is [Insert Croaking noise Here]" Elsie supplies. "Is shy. Like me."
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"Wants to go home," Elsie explains as she scoops him up and shoves him back into her bosom.
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Nimona droops. It's not all feigned; for all she was teasing the toad a little, making another friend, especially a nonhuman one -- it would've been nice. That's all.
With another shimmer, she shifts back into a squirrel and looks up at Elsie. "Do you gotta go, too?"
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Nimona follows Elsie's gaze as she takes in the crowd of happily chatting humans. She looks up at her, focused on the little streak of purple hair that used to be pink.
"Me neither," she says, quieter. She wraps her tail around the handle of the basket. "But -- I've got friends now. People who're just as weird as me. Some of 'em came here, too."
And, more hopeful: "You wanna be friends?"
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Beaming almost as wide as Elsie, Nimona sticks out a tiny squirrel paw. "Shake on it?"
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Nimona's arm wobbles like an overcooked spaghetti noodle with each emphatic shake. Literally, by the second or third one: going with the flow, she shifts her paw and arm to make them extra-floppy so Elsie can shake them as hard as she wants.
And by the fourth or fifth one, she's completely dissolved into delighted giggling.
Good place to wrap?