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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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Lyubov's much less confused now, but unfortunately, when conversations reach this specific point, she usually finds that nothing she could say could be adequate.
And Erin doesn't look like she might bite in self-defence. (In other ways, maybe, but Lyubov's not interested, and presumes that, assuming she's reading Erin right, Erin can tell she's a fag.)
"Ah. Well, nu, in that case—"
If she knew Erin better, she might go for a hug. As is, she steps forward, reaches out and squeezes Erin's upper arm.
"I beg thy pardon for such forwardness, but like. Thou must know, nu ... the point at which words fail."
She sounds more confident than she feels. This part is part of a script, though rarely deployed at first meeting. Almost never, in fact.
Wrap soon, I think?
"Yeah," Erin agrees, softly. "Don't be a stranger, and...let me know if you meet someone who could use me, yeah? And I'll do the same."
yep! wrap and make plans for another thread?
Lyubov nods; she lets go of Erin's arm, and salutes her instead.
"I will, I promise," she says. "But nu. Just like ... some people, they hesitate to come to one such as me, when they seek help with ... spirits, the walking dead, such manner of problem. But if thou would'st hesitate to seek me out, seek out mine husband, please?"
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"They send in the lawyers."
She can't handle her own punchline, giggling with it.
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Lyubov laughs, loud and unexpectedly deep — her natural baritone, unconstrained by the force of her personality and briefly unfettered by the muscle weakness that render her voice soft and creaky.
"Friend, khavertah, ziskayt," she says, still giggling. "What holds thou a rabbi is, if not a divine lawyer?"
She gets it. She really does.