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May Mini Event - You Just Missed Him
Concept and majority writing for primary event provided by Nimbus. Please shower them your praise and adulation for their work! Thank you!
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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“What are you… what do you mean? I swear that I’ve had lunch with the man. I’ve seen his face.”
But Radar wouldn’t lie. He’s a sneaky little weasel sometimes, but not to him—not to—not unless Hawkeye and Trapper—not unless someone else put him up to it. Someone else. Someone else—
“What—I—what? How? Didn’t he have his back-pay delivered to him in person?”
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By now, Radar's clutching his clipboard like a shield.
"I'm sorry, Father, really."
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Their unit was known for pranks and jokes and tricks. It happened all the time. Hawkeye and Trapper loved to pull the rug out from under the brass, and they would often recruit Radar, and of course they would rarely tell Mulcahy. It's fine. It happened all the time. Par for the course, really, nothing unusual there. Nothing at all. If there's anywhere he should expect to be benignly tricked, it should be fine. All very fine. It's not like Mulcahy didn't go on a few escapades of his own. Happened all the time.
Mulcahy sits down on the grass right where he is, staring somewhere far away. "Oh, of course," he murmurs, and he feels sick at relenting, but this... is the truth, right? "Such wily men, those two."
A hand goes to his head. "Radar, would you please explain the whole matter to me? As much as you can remember."
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Instantly, Radar folds up his legs and sits down right next to Father Mulcahy. He really ought to get him a glass of orange juice or something, from how pale he's looking, but that's gonna have to wait. It's obviously more important Radar explains everything first.
So he does. How it started out because Sister Theresa insisted on thanking someone for the supplies, and Hawkeye pulled out the first name that came to mind: Tuttle. How Radar had to convince Colonel Blake to countersign the next round of requisition forms for the orphanage, but Colonel Blake couldn't remember anybody named Tuttle, so yeah, of course Radar said he'd just seen Tuttle at breakfast.
"....but then we started talking about the OD roster, and Colonel Blake realized Tuttle never got put on OD duty before, so..."
That's when it really started spiraling, with the fake personnel form -- Radar tries to grin when he talks about the stuff they put in to tease Major Houlihan, but the smile doesn't last long; he's still too anxious about Mulcahy. Pretty soon everybody in the camp was looking for Tuttle, so they had to keep faking more and more stuff (" -- and then Major Burns walked into the X-ray room and thought I was Tuttle for a second! Jeez, how do you screw that up, I'm not six foot four! But I guess it worked, so -- "), and meanwhile Sister Theresa still needed the supplies, so they figured out how to give her all of Tuttle's back pay, except then General Clayton found out...
"...and that's when Hawkeye found the spare parachute and dog tags and told everybody Captain Tuttle was KIA so they wouldn't ask any more questions." Radar's hunched over his knees, still clinging to his clipboard like a teddy bear, eyeing Mulcahy worriedly. "And... that's everything, sir."
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About two thirds into the story, feeling starts to come back to his fingers and he can feel his heartbeat start to regulate again. Mulcahy forces himself to breathe.
"Thank you, my son," he says at the end of it. He runs a hand over his chest. "I--I feel better now, I think. I'm sorry about that. The last few years have been..."
He inhales. His hands fidget in his lap. "Have I told you that I haven't seen camp in a few years, now? I didn't come here from Korea. I came from a different place that also had many people from different worlds, but that place was a prison ship. It's been difficult. I am... I am not so good at remembering what is true anymore, so it scares me terribly when I can't. I'm sorry if I worried you."
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"Oh, no," he breathes. "Father, you were on that boat, too?"
He's overheard a lot of the stories about the Serena Eterna by now. Just imagining someone as nice as Mulcahy stuck on that awful ship -- he feels shaky, a little ill, like he's the one that's gonna need some orange juice in a second.
"You don't need to be sorry, I'm sorry. I won't make up any more lies around you, sir. I promise."
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“I am not on that boat anymore, Radar. It’s all over. And I’m not so alone as I once was.” Mulcahy reaches out and plants a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry too much for me. I’m far happier now.”
Another breath to steady himself. “Of course, I would rather you not lie at all, but that’s a rather impossible ask for you lot,” he chuckles. “If you must, I appreciate being made an exception. I’m very good at keeping secrets myself…! The right ones, at least.” A sly little grin.
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(Maybe Radar was a little afraid of being alone, too.)
"I'll make sure they're all good ones, sir," he says, beaming back at him. "Hey, you wanna go take those supplies over to Hawkeye's?"
wrapping? (again lmfao)
Yes, yes, back to business. Enough of ruminating on the past. Mulcahy eases himself to his feet, then hauls the bag of supplies back into his arms. It's a sunny day, and he knows the way back to Hawkeye's without looking; they're neighbors, after all.
"Will you come with me, my son? I could use the company."
and also wrap lol <3!
Radar hops to his feet, ready to help Father Mulcahy carry the bag if he needs it. Somebody else can cover his drive duties for a bit; he's got something more important to do.