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May Mini Event - You Just Missed Him
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Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin
Yorick whistles pleasantly as he hangs up a new main announcement on the central bulletin board in town. There is an advertisement posted, bearing bold lettering. It reads:
For Health's Sake!
To ensure that proper care continues to be available for all in our growing community, we are pleased to announce a drive to increase supplies for medical use. No contribution is too small, and anything is appreciated. If you want to contribute but are not sure how, ask! Additionally, please see an attached list of dates and times at which various courses on first aid will be available. CPR is a highly valuable skill--- save lives! Please direct all inquiries to Cpt. Johnathan Tuttle.
The signature of one Captain Tuttle emblazes the bottom of the flier, along with that of Mayor Poe to indicate her approval of the project. There is also a date and time listed.
When did the ferry come? Why hasn’t this Tuttle gentleman been at any other events, like the job fair? (Wait, was he at the job fair? Suddenly you’re not sure.) If you ask Mayor Poe, she’ll tell you she can’t remember when she signed the paper but she remembers it happening, and she remembers that “John” (a surprising amount of familiarity from Hellen) stopped by a few days ago with it. What did he look like? What do you mean, what does he look like? Everyone knows what he looks like. But if you somehow managed to miss him, he’s a tall, fair-skinned man with auburn hair who looks like a soldier.
The rest of the people around town will all say the same. Dahlia, Neil, Degas, Yorick, Ambrose, Juniper, Dottie down at Empty Pockets, even Mr. Pennyburrow--- they all met him at one point and describe him the same way. He evidently came by recently, but you just missed him.
If you need something signed by the Captain, leave it with Dahlia. It will be signed in a timely manner, always just a bit before you come to pick it up. Anywhere you’re told you can find him, he just left. Oftentimes the reason he’s missing is to address an emergency, and the victims of said emergencies always recall the exact same man described by Mayor Poe having rescued them. You begin to feel like you probably have seen him, and your mind is just playing tricks. Surely you must have, right?
And of course, right as the drive is set to begin, all medical personnel in town (including the retired Agnes Winterbottom, the folks working at the apothecary, and even Anders, the local veterinarian) will wake up with a gift basket. They’re simple things containing mostly fruit and wrapped pastries, perhaps a book or candle or other small, pleasant item, each one incredibly thoughtful as if he knows the recipient personally. There is a signed thank you card in each one, with the same signature.
Captain Tuttle. Who is he? You must know, lest you go mad. Spend the days leading up to the charity drive investigating, or confront him at the drive itself--- surely there’s some way to see him!
Bonus Activities!
Speed Dating
Looking for love? On one of the days leading up to the healthcare charity drive, town square is set up with tables for a speed dating event! Entry costs 10 Brass per person, and all proceeds go to help the charity drive.
When you sit down with your partner, you will have 10 minutes to each discuss one icebreaker question of your choice. Here’s a list of ideas:
1. What is the best gift you’ve ever received? What did you love about it?
2. What is something that you’ve tried once but will never do again? Do you regret doing it?
3. Do you find it more fulfilling to create things that are practical or things that are beautiful?
4. What is the strongest animal or monster that you think you could defeat in unarmed combat?
5. Do you have any pet peeves?
6. Describe your dream home.
7. What is your most prized possession that you have ever owned? Do you still have it?
8. How do you prefer to spend a rainy day?
9. How would you describe your clothing preferences?
10. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever spent money on?
11. How long do you think it would take you to realize that you were permanently cured of hiccups and would never have them again?
12. What is something that you wish you could be good at immediately?
13. If you could have a magical item that performs one function that is customized specifically to your needs, what would it do?
14. If you suddenly had infinite money, what’s the first thing you would do with it?
15. Between the two, would you prefer to go to a black tie formal party or a silly costume party?
You can also pick your own topic, if you have one! To participate, please reply to the speed dating toplevel below and tag out to at least one other speed dater. You are strongly encouraged to seek out those with fewer tags to keep things even. You may tag out as many times as you would like. Please include your age and preferred age range in your comment title and speed date appropriately. Have fun!
Town Council Elections
A member of the Pumpkin Hollow Town Council is retiring in a few months. Elections are opening for one new member! Interested in getting in on your local government? Start your campaign here! On the comment below, create a flier (either through formatting or just a narrative description of how it looks) with your information! In the title, put your name, age, and length of residency. The flier itself should discuss your experience, your values, and your ideal policies.
Elections will be held in September. Both PCs and NPCs will vote, so you will need to appeal to the townsfolk in general as well. Good luck!
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Anzu, not quite despite himself, blushes. He's flattered rather than flustered, but it's been a very long time since he's been the object of anyone's attention in this way. Not since he met Lev, and attention from those one knows intimately is a different matter.
"Go ahead, darling, ask," he says, smiling. "And ah ... a sheynem dank."
Thank thee very much.
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"Okay, let's see. What is the strongest animal or monster you think you could defeat in unarmed combat?" Max lived with Vampires long enough to learn never to judge someone by their look alone when it comes to strength or battle prowess.
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Watching Max positively bouncing up and down in his seat (his body language and movements are so different to Lev's, but the pitch of excitement's the same, the restlessness is so much alike), Anzu giggles — he covers his mouth as he does, a coquettish gesture.
The question makes him laugh again, a little startled, but also flattered.
"Nu! Well, darling, I'd have to say it depends on the definition of fighting," he says. "Though, ah. Unarmed, in the guise I'm in now, I could likely take on a destrier, but only because I'm good with riding birds."
He pauses, and then clarifies, "a destrier is, nu. I suppose they're rather like the, ah. Horses? Is that the word? The horses here. Except they're flightless birds. I suppose they're more dangerous than horses. Horses, as far as I've seen, have not no talons, nor no beaks like scimitars. But still, I could pacify a destrier, as long as it were not out for blood out of malice, rather than fear."
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"Horses, yes. Valdis keeps one; she's let me ride him a few times. You can still get pretty hurt from a good kick by one, but yeah they don't have claws." Just very strong back legs. Not to be underestimated.
"Gosh, I'm having such a hard time picturing myself sitting on a bird, though. Destriers must be really big if people ride them as a means of long-distance travel, right?"
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"Truth be told, the claws would matter rather less if the legs weren't strong," Anzu says.
"And yes, they are rather bit. Not quite as big as the horses I've seen around here. Or maybe they are, volume-wise, but 'tis hard to tell. The bauplan's a little different, after all. But really, I'd hesitate to say one's less dangerous than the other ... horses rather look like they might have teeth, and teeth are as bad as beaks, if thou'rt on the sharp end."
He cocks his head at Max, smiling.
"How about thee, then? What manner of beast or fowl can'st thee take on? Or think thou can'st, at least. I've not exactly fought a destrier myself, after all ... and thank the Name I never had the need. But thou look'st like thou'rt capable of impressive heroics, darling."
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Hmm. He taps his chin in thought. What could he take on, realistically? "I think I could wrestle a deer? Or maybe a cow? I'm in pretty good shape, but if I had to only use my bare hands It would be pretty tough."
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"A cow? Nu, darling," Anzu says, trying not to laugh. "A deer, I can see thee take on. A cow ... ah ..."
He leans in, conspiratorially, "I've only seen cattle up close a handful of times, but nu. Mine husband tells me that every other ruminant is either small or fragile, but a cow is, nu, a tank on legs."
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Anzu's eyes go wide; he looks somewhere between impressed and shocked ... no, not shocked. Concerned, maybe. Certainly this isn't what he was expecting. But after the initial surprise wears off, he leans forward again, eyes glittering with curiosity and with professional admiration.
"Vampires, darling?" he says, cocking his head to one side. "Of what sort? And fight them how? Only, ah. It might turn out we have more in common than one might assume."
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"U-uhm," he answers, his hand slipping to the brand on the back of his neck, rubbing it anxiously. "It's a long story, but....back in my old world, I used to be a vampire's human servant. I needed him to protect me, because there were some other vampires that were mad after I killed one of their friends. They vowed to get revenge on me so... I had to forget my old life and live with my Master. He had his chief of security train me so I might be able to defend myself at least long enough for him to save me if anything ever happened."
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"Ah," says Anzu, and sits back. "Nu, such things are ..." he shrugs. "When it comes to preserving a life, sometimes the only true solution is rather egregious."
He studies Max's face, and then adds, gently, "I blame thee not for wishing to live, and I blame not the other for wishing to protect thee. Disapproval and concern, they need not be condemnation. And, ah, well— Certainly the things I did to live, some of them are hardly things to take pride in."
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"T-Thank you," he says, still in a semi-state of shock. "For understanding..."