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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

[cacophonish]

"Yeah! It's fucked, right? I mean, luckily I haven't seen that kind of thing here, but..." You never know.

The notion that the Oak and Iron is too crowded doesn't strike Jeff as unusual, though being from a highly populous city, it definitely feels the opposite to him. The fact that it is the most crowded place in town is his favorite thing about it.

"Dude, me neither. I mean, I wasn't eating rations back home, but I never made anything more complicated than, like, spaghetti. Oh! But there's this spot, on the same block as Empty Pockets, and they sell tarts and pies, like, the savory kind? Most of it doesn't have meat, and sometimes they've got soups and fresh baked bread, and oh man, it's so good..."

Fuck, now he's thinking about veggie tarts.

"Anyway, they're pretty much giving houses away, so--" Jeff grimaces a little as he says it, realizing that the reason they've got so many houses to give away is pretty fucking grim. "Um. It shouldn't take you any time at all! I guess it just depends on the kind of work you do, you know?"

[astrogator]

Tayrey nods eagerly. 'I heard that. Company housing if you take the right job. I'm sure I'll find something soon enough; I'm not fussy.' She goes on to explain: 'I'm doing casual construction work for now, but that's only because I needed a job immediately and they needed unskilled labor immediately. I'm not bad at lifting heavy things. I'm better at flying starships, but I hear there's not much call for that here,' she jokes. 'Or anything else I trained for shipside. I'll figure it out.'

She certainly doesn't want to make him feel responsible for figuring it out for her, so she adds, quickly, 'And then I can try everything in that store you mentioned! Everything without bacon in it, anyway. It sounds like a good place to stop by for a hot post-shift meal.'

After a moment's pause, curiosity gets the better of her. 'What are you doing for work here?' she asks.

[cacophonish]

Jeff laughs, trying to picture spaceships in a place like this. Maybe one day there will be a thriving zeppelin industry, but even that is probably a far cry from what she's used to.

"Hey, maybe you could pilot one of the waterships here!" he teases, before pausing, reflecting on his word choice. There's already a word for ships of the sea, Jeff. "I mean. Boats."

Anyway!

"And, oh, I just kind of-- I was doing little things here and there for a while. I busk sometimes, and I was helping the candy maker as, like, an apprentice? Only I wasn't any good." He tried his best, mostly, but Jeff wasn't cut out for it. "Now I'm working for Deir-- for Ms. Breugaire." Jeff looks around for the tiefling woman in the crowd, then points her out. "She's in charge of the marina. I, ah... I'm her maid?"