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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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Dahlia Leeds, a member of town council and the daughter of the town's founder, can be found accepting dish donations and arranging them on the serving table. Need help? She'll probably be running around the whole time. But if you're lucky you can also catch her sitting down to eat!

Dr. West is going out of his way to greet newcomers and hand out pamphlets for his business, making them aware of his mental health practice. West Dream Analytics, according to this brochure, is both a regular talk therapy office and a dream and sleep therapy practice. He advertises something very unique called "dreamwalking." Perhaps you have questions.

Outside of this, he can be found at a table near the edge of town square away from the bulk of people, most likely seated with his partner, Jon Sims. But he's always happy to chat.

Bark Bark Bark! || [Open To All, yes, you too, you especially.]

She's so fluffy. So fluffy, you don't even know, except you do know, she's right there in front of you and giving you a knowing smile like you could tell her anything. Or perhaps she expects you to give her food.

Amaterasu could get her own food. This would be allowed, most of the people here already know...

But it's more fun this way.

This is how Amaterasu welcomes in all these new faces, and more importantly, how she's greeting you.

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One of the new faces to arrive is a woman who is gazing at nearly everything with a mix of wariness but some relief. She doesn't need too much prompting to get a plate, choosing a bit of anything that looks good regardless of whether it goes together. Naturally, though, arms bump and apologies are murmured, or she's taken a seat somewhere that either her back or one of her sides is covered. She can't be too careful, particularly when trying culinary combinations or devoid of any weapons beyond whatever knives are provided to eat with.

After food, there's other opportunities for conversation, be it the intrigue of one of the crowd or how she's carefully touching some of the buildings as if they were illusions to crumble later. Solid ground, and her magic in her system - she briefly winces when the usual headache spikes, but it can't stop her. Free air. Even if it comes at cost. One thing is for certain in the rush of all this newness - this world is alive in a way the previous was not, and in that, one can gain some ground.

[ooc: feel free to wildcard it, Fever will just be all over the square!]

A potluck! He loves potlucks. But, oh, stress. He didn't make anything. He knows the sign said new people don't need to bring anything but he feels deep shame in his midwestern bones for showing up empty-handed all the same. Maybe he can offer to wash the dishes? Or serve! Yeah, he can do that.

So, behold, one of the newcomers fresh off the ferry, standing behind the table with a wooden spoon in-hand offering to help anyone who comes over fill up their plates with whatever looks good. "Hi, I'm Max! What can I help you with?" By the way... where did he get that apron he's wearing?

There's a considered, careful expression on the newcomer's face as she reads the pamphlet that's been handed out to her, scanning it over, and when she raises her eyes, the tone of her voice is nothing aside from the utmost sincerity. Someone with questions indeed.

"Forgive me, but...what is this therapy you refer to?"

How could just talking treat wounds or illness? How could dreams do it?

Hawkeye brought gin and some of the experimental energy drink he's been brewing, which obviously entitles him to have some of the food. After a winter of slowly starving, he could probably eat a horse between two hot dog buns. Hawk beams at Max's helpfulness, offering over his plate.

"Why don't you put anything that looks good on here, and then I'll come back and see if you fit on my plate for dessert?"

There's a short and slim-but-muscular woman hovering at the edges of the event, eyeing the array of food warily with strange yellow eyes. From a distance she could be mistaken for human, but up close it's hard to miss the split pupils, or the claws, or the flashes of too-big teeth whenever her lips part. Even the way she holds herself somehow seems animalistic. Predatory.

It doesn't quite align with how uneasy she seems. Or maybe it does, if you can see her for what she is: the captive beast, released suddenly into an unfamiliar wilderness.

Despite looking at the food like it might bite her, and the unfamiliar people like they might do just the same, she sticks around. Everyone gets a once-over, but those who get closer are followed by an uncanny stare that never breaks until they've passed her by.

Those who chose to sit nearby, or approach directly, don't get told to shove it, nor do they provoke Daisy to get up and walk away, but she will look at them like she's extremely confused by their choices.

[ OOC: Daisy has a supernaturally heightened sense of smell that also picks up people's Fears, as seen through the lens of her world. Permissions related to this are here, you can opt-out of her picking anything up at all or opt-in and let me know what you think she might get. ]

Fever's sitting very still where she is, the rest of her lunch untouched as she takes in the wolf. She's a beautiful creature - unquestionably powerful, something divine, and so new here as Fever is, she's hesitant to do or say anything, lest it make the vision in front of her leave. Why would a goddess simply show up at a potluck?

(Why wouldn't she, her thoughts answer themselves.)

If the staring in her direction isn't as much of a tip off, though, trying to put down her fork and keep looking at the same time fails, and it drops to the floor with a small clatter. A hiss of annoyance, as she's looking around for it now.

Hawkeye is one of the people who gets the eye as he walks past with more food than he probably has weight on his bones right now. He meets it, then after a moment says-

"Damnit- I think I blinked. Best of three?"

Max doesn't even miss a beet (no, literally, he's scooping a spoonful of beets on Hawkeye's plate right now) "Oh yeah? Think you got an appetite big enough to handle all this?" He motions down at himself and winks.

Ammy does a very doggy thing. She finds the fork on the ground, and, taking a moment to recall it, does the point motion. It's very eye catching, and totally at odds with her clear divinity. And helpful! Most people don't want dog slobber on their eating utensils, even if the dog in question is divine.

"Mental health services, madam," Neil clarifies. He hasn't encountered many people completely unfamiliar with the concept, but she isn't the first. "Healing wounds of the mind. Everyone has them to some extent, and talking to someone who won't judge you and who has helpful advice is a good start. If you have nightmares as well, I can tell you more about the dream therapy."

God, he loves this town.

"Of course, I always leave room for dessert."

Hawk winks back, then just sort of laughs to himself.

"Oh you're cute, I like you- Hawkeye Pierce, 'm one of the doctors around here. The best, if you ask me. And you must be new, otherwise I'm sure we'd be acquainted."

"Hoosagooddog! Hoosagooddog!"

Hawkeye still has not worked out literally anything about Amaterasu's divinity and he also doesn't care because this dog is great and very fluffy, and she's getting ear scritches like crazy.

"You want something to eat?"

"Oh! Thank you..."

Slowly, she reaches over to get it, still with that awed, vaguely starstruck look in her expression that Ammy might understand as someone truly seeing her.

There's a great deal of difference from the divine you know and talk with every day and a creature that feels like this. Caution, perhaps, is required. Respect, most certainly. And if something inside her feels a little funny about the whole thing, she isn't going to say it.

Daisy's nose wrinkles and her lip curls enough to flash those teeth of hers, for a moment, before she just huffs and rolls her eyes. "You wouldn't win."

Isn't that just what people do with their trusted friends, she thinks. Talking to each other, knowing there wouldn't be judgement. The idea of a pure stranger for it? Her skin would rather crawl off her bones.

"If you're already inclined to explain."

The smile on her lips is courteous, but surface level. If it sounds as unsettling as dealing with one's mental health, all she has to do is be polite and slip the pamphlet back to him at some point.

"I like to have my dessert first because I'm always craving something sweet." Hawkeye gets the not-at-all-subtle elevator eyes. This doctor can give him his check-up any time he wants.

"Max Maximum. It's a pleasure, doctor. Yes, I got here just a little bit ago--still getting settled."

"Try me. I went through med school on a staring-contest scholarship."

He drops himself near Daisy, rubbing his eyes and blinking a few times with exaggeration, like he's stretching before a race.

"Count us in?"

From across the plaza, there is someone staring right back. Unlike her checking everyone out, though, this man is not taking his eyes off her. And boy is he covered in them.

He's just standing off to the side, smoking like a factory, and staring. Perhaps she can even smell the Eye on him through the smoke.

Glorious. Food. After the everything of her life, Ryja is happy to take some time to just enjoy a good meal, and meet some new people. The steady flow of new faces has suddenly become a flood and genuinely, she couldn't be happier. It's almost like living in Ul-Dah, or Limsa again. Almost.

Kind of better, if everything that keeps happening wasn't happening! So she's in a good mood when she swings by Max's table, almost dancing through the crowd. Really, it is dancing, her talent letting her move just where others aren't, and Viera grace handles the rest. So she half-spins to a stop and holds there for a moment, plate in hand.

She's wearing the same half mask she wore for Merrymeet, so while it's difficult to spot the motion of her eyes, it's easy to see her smile. No one could blame her, could they? Look at him. Just look at him! "I am rather sure you are on the wrong side of that table, are you not? I believe we are welcoming you," Light and playful, with a hint of amusement. "among others."

"Not yet it isn't."

Another wink.

"It's a cute little town. I've been here a couple of months now- gets kind of crazy with all the- you know, happenings, but I like it here. And better now you're he- not the fish, thanks, just give me another serving of the potato salad."

Ammy pauses, and speaks. "More than happy to help. If I might help a little more.. I expect you've met other divinities, but none quite like myself?" Her voice is... serene. Knowing her true nature imparts an intensity into it, but the key aspect is, and always will be, divine canine serenity.

No one does 'perfectly calm until it is time to act' like a dog resting in the sun.

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Daisy Tonner | TMA, CRAU | OTA

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i'm not!!

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