[OPEN] His Mission, the Transmission of Technology

[lasthumanvoice]

1. He stood upon the last bastions of the place [Time Off Work]
Cecil has, at Gerry's suggestion, taken a few days off from working as Yorick's right hand, the Community Radio Host and the reporter for the Gazette. The process was much easier than requesting time off from Station Management and dealing with their eldritch wrath. So, with some time off, he's going to of course spend some time working with Elias on learning magic and poking at the matter of Lot 37.

But first, he's going to climb some trees.

Perhaps you're in the Festival Green, or out in the forest near town, or even out in Paradesium, when you hear the grunts of a full grown man shimmying up a tree, or see him lose a shoe in the process. Or you look up and notice there's just an impish redhead in a branch above you. Wave hello, he's waving at you!


2. Looked out on the ruins with thunder in his face [Chaos Magic Training Mishap]
The spell had apparently failed, when he cast it with Elias. It was a simple transportation spell, and it had had no effect at the time. But it had, in fact, settled lightly on Cecil, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

KERCHOO!

As Cecil lets out a sneeze (thank you, seasonal allergies), he teleports sixty feet within line of sight, in a manner that some might identify as similar to a misty step. Perhaps he's just landed on your table at one of the cafes with sidewalk seating. Perhaps you were talking to him and now he's over there. Perhaps you now have a bewildered radio host sniffling on your balcony.

Whoops!


3. An introverted spectacle in the flowers on the rocks [Community Project]
Once Cecil returns to Town Hall for work, he begins a new project, inspired by the success of the Potluck. If you're an offworlder in the Town Hall part of town (to include the Library and Festival Green) for any reason, you might get a journalist running up with a notepad.

"Hi, hello, hi, sorry to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing, but I just wanted to ask if I could have a recipe from your homeworld for a project I'm working on. Bonus points if it's something that could be created with the ingredients on hand here!"

Even if you're in the Library, he's at full Cecil enthusiasm here, his smile bright and chipper and insistent.


4. The daisies on the ramparts blowing free [Wildcard]
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[maximumcake]

"Oh, I love that idea!" Max eyes take on a manic kind of shine to match. "I was writing my own cook book back on the ship. I'm really sad I had to leave it. Hmm. I'll have to think about which ones work best with the supplies we have here."

[lasthumanvoice]

"We have an abundance of sweet potato, if that was in question at any point." Somewhere, Celestine is laughing.

[maximumcake]

"Sweet potato? That's kind of funny. Would you believe I used to have an entire closet that was just full of every kind of potato? And it refilled itself instantly. I had to move all of my clothes on a rack in my room though because it took up all the space. You could say I've got a lot of recipes for potatoes now, including sweet potato."

[lasthumanvoice]

"I have only one--one that's both holy and replenishes itself when cut. These facts are related. But a closetful is a whole bunch of potatoes! I'd love to taste your recipe for mash; I bet you worked out all the lumps."

[maximumcake]

"Oh, for real? Is it magic? That would have been way better than a magic closet of potatoes. Damn." He's jealous. Food is the only thing he ever gets jealous about.

"I did get really good at mashed potatoes. And gnocchi too. Oh! You know what else is cool? I do have, like, a food-related superpower. I guess. Anything I cook stays perfect and unspoiled forever. It even stays hot or cold depending on the dish. It's always the exact right temperature to eat. Forever."

[lasthumanvoice]

"It's not magic, it's divine. Also, you're now responsible for preventing the next famine. Cook and hide things for the winter."

[maximumcake]

"Oh, I was already starting to think about that, actually. Stockpiling, I mean. I heard there was a shortage of supplies recently. I just need to figure out where to store it all. I guess I could keep it in my spare room at the inn..." Since he's moved in with Valdis as his primary living space. "I just have to make sure it all stays clean, you know? It will still collect dust if I'm not careful.

[lasthumanvoice]

"I bet if you asked in at Town Hall, they'd find a storage space so you didn't need to keep it all in your room. It's a boon to the whole city, they'll want to enable it."

[maximumcake]

"You have a good point. I haven't been to town hall yet. Who should I ask for?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Mayor Poe? Dahlia Leeds? Someone more impressive than me. There's many people who are more impressive than me."

[maximumcake]

"Being impressive isn't all that important if you ask me," says Max. "Like, sure, it's fun to be recognized but if you like what you're doing then that's what matters, right?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"Oh, I wasn't complaining about not being impressive. I'm exactly what I am on my own." There's a brightness there, warm and bubbly. "But I am certainly not Dahlia."

[maximumcake]

"Oh, good. Sorry, I'm used to um... people with bigger egos. Sometimes." Good thing Erik isn't in here or Max would be looking right at him.

"So, what are you on your own, now that you bring it up? What do you like to do when you're not collecting recipes and helping newcomers settle in?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I am the Voice of Pumpkin Hollow, on the air and in the paper. Cecil Gershwin Palmer, at your service, sir."

Not that kind of service, Max, get your head out of the gutter.

[maximumcake]

"Oh! Wow, that's cool. I'm Max Maximum. Just, uh, working in the Oak & Iron kitchen for now. But one of these days you'll see me in my own bakery." He's going to do it. He's going to achieve his dream. He swears.

For once, Max's head is in the clouds more than in the gutter.

[lasthumanvoice]

"When you do, once you do, I'll be certain to visit. I will bring a hearty appetite with me."

A pause and a thoughtful look. "Have you ever made kosher-for-Passover desserts, out of curiosity?"

[maximumcake]

"Good. I'll look forward to serving you." Also not like that.

"Oh, um. No. I don't think I ever have. I'm not very knowledgeable about that but I'd be willing to try."