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[ NPC Open] The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense.
Who: Dahlia Leeds (thethirteenthchild) & YOU!
What: Work, Historical Society, around town, and whatever else I think of
When: Late May, early June
Where: Kinda everywhere
Warning(s): None for now!
Got paperwork to do? Dahlia's here to help, as usual. She sits in the front office of Town Hall, working on a few things at once--- approving employment paperwork, making a stack of things for Fever to file whenever she's on shift next, filling out some budgeting thing for Mayor Poe. She keeps busy these days, with how full the town has gotten. It's no wonder there's a sign out front advertising the upcoming open election for a few more Town Council slots. You can ask Dahlia about that as well. Or stop by for a chat! She could probably use a break.
One early, grey morning, Dahlia can be found out at Fall's Promise Cemetery. She's sitting on the steps of the Leeds family mausoleum, and seems to be enjoying a picnic breakfast as she sits on the short stone stoop and looks out at the sea. She seems lost in a daze, a far away expression on her face. It's a familiar one to any one who knows her.
Behind her, a bundle of blue gladiolus flowers tied with a black ribbon lie.
If someone approaches, she will snap out of her stupor and wave. She seems amenable to a visit.
For the past few weeks, the community bulletin board and the library have had fresh flyers with the mark of the Pumpkin Hollow Historical Society have been advertising a public meeting.
"Converse with your neighbors. Learn more about the history of our fair island and the world around it. Help us gather research about the monsters that appear here. Refreshments provided!"
Those interested can join the rather elusive group for a midday open meeting, finger sandwiches and tea available for those dropping by. Dahlia herself mingles, happy to compare notes or simply discuss the benefits of joining her research club.
On a weekend day, Dahlia can occasionally be found around town, doing some various errands. Shopping for new clothes or accessories, picking up groceries, going out to lunch. Sometimes she stops by the Temple with a sandwich for Degas from her favorite cafe or pops into the constabulary with snacks for Cerrit. She also frequently stops by various weapon shops for knives. One day she comes into town to dispose of a sack of shattered glass and bent metal for reasons unknown.
And occasionally she can even be found in the tavern, drinking. She's apparently quite fond of their ale.
Want a Pine Devil moment? Want to catch Dahlia throwing knives at trees? Throw anything you like at me, or DM me on Discord to plot!
thethirteenthchild) & YOU!What: Work, Historical Society, around town, and whatever else I think of
When: Late May, early June
Where: Kinda everywhere
Warning(s): None for now!
My stone, my shield, my steady hand.
[ Town Hall ]Got paperwork to do? Dahlia's here to help, as usual. She sits in the front office of Town Hall, working on a few things at once--- approving employment paperwork, making a stack of things for Fever to file whenever she's on shift next, filling out some budgeting thing for Mayor Poe. She keeps busy these days, with how full the town has gotten. It's no wonder there's a sign out front advertising the upcoming open election for a few more Town Council slots. You can ask Dahlia about that as well. Or stop by for a chat! She could probably use a break.
Hold your light to the darkness in my head.
[ Graveyard ]One early, grey morning, Dahlia can be found out at Fall's Promise Cemetery. She's sitting on the steps of the Leeds family mausoleum, and seems to be enjoying a picnic breakfast as she sits on the short stone stoop and looks out at the sea. She seems lost in a daze, a far away expression on her face. It's a familiar one to any one who knows her.
Behind her, a bundle of blue gladiolus flowers tied with a black ribbon lie.
If someone approaches, she will snap out of her stupor and wave. She seems amenable to a visit.
Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat.
[ Historical Society Meeting ]For the past few weeks, the community bulletin board and the library have had fresh flyers with the mark of the Pumpkin Hollow Historical Society have been advertising a public meeting.
"Converse with your neighbors. Learn more about the history of our fair island and the world around it. Help us gather research about the monsters that appear here. Refreshments provided!"
Those interested can join the rather elusive group for a midday open meeting, finger sandwiches and tea available for those dropping by. Dahlia herself mingles, happy to compare notes or simply discuss the benefits of joining her research club.
Give me something pretty to wear beneath my bloodstained clothes.
[ Errands ]On a weekend day, Dahlia can occasionally be found around town, doing some various errands. Shopping for new clothes or accessories, picking up groceries, going out to lunch. Sometimes she stops by the Temple with a sandwich for Degas from her favorite cafe or pops into the constabulary with snacks for Cerrit. She also frequently stops by various weapon shops for knives. One day she comes into town to dispose of a sack of shattered glass and bent metal for reasons unknown.
And occasionally she can even be found in the tavern, drinking. She's apparently quite fond of their ale.
Won't you cut down that apple tree for me?
[ Wildcard ]Want a Pine Devil moment? Want to catch Dahlia throwing knives at trees? Throw anything you like at me, or DM me on Discord to plot!
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For what it’s worth, Mulcahy’s manner is all easy friendliness, without judgement. He steps a little closer; if they’re having a conversation now, it’s easier doing it not so far apart.
“You’re Ms. Leeds, yes? It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. Pumpkin Hollow is a lovely town, even now.”
(She may note that she’s never seen him in Town Hall. His affairs were always arranged by someone else on his behalf.)
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"That would be me. You must be one of Reverend Clayton's new friends. I hear he's taken quite an interest in the faiths of other worlds," Dahlia remarks. "And yes, I agree. That's why I'm here--- I have a lot of family to visit."
She gestures broadly to the mausoleum.
"Would you like an introduction?"