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May Mini Event - You Just Missed Him

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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Bummer, but hey, 'least around here no one's worried about otherworldly degrees."

Imagine if they checked for that.

"Not to be a total internet leftist but my first answer to that kinda question is always gonna be I Don't Dream of Labour. But," she raises a finger dramatically for literally no reason, "someone did try and nudge me into stand-up comedy when I first got here and I honestly considered it."

"Okay, okay, that's fair." Says the workaholic.

"Oh yeah? Why didn't you go for it? You've been really witty the whole time we've been talking. I think you'd be good at it."

"Stability, mostly. Admin might bore me to death but it's y'know, steady stuff. Keeps me busy." That's the serious answer. What follows after is the more Alice-typical answer: "That and I'm pretty sure if I expose the locals to too much tumblr humour they might just die of diseases of the mind they've not been adequately prepared for."

"Hmm. You make a good point. I'm not sure they're ready for that level of.... " he waves his hands in the air like he's searching for the right words. "Help me out here, I can't decide how to describe it."

"Absurdity? Unhinged attempts at Dadaism? Kink posts disguised as shitposts? Fifteen layers of irony in a trenchcoat trying to get into the sincerity club?"

She can keep going.

Max makes such a sound--like both nostrils have turned into shotgun barrels about to fire, but it's laughter he swears. "Oh, yeah, you definitely should be in stand-up comedy. Come on, you nailed that description so hard it's going to ask you for a second date."

Alice opens her mouth, closes it, then actually says, "Y'know I was gonna make a joke about being a good girl who doesn't shag on the first date but I don't think anyone's gonna believe that."

Considering she dipped on this event briefly to hook-up with Erin... yeah.

"Maybe I'll go ahead and subject everyone to an open mic performance at some point."

"If you like them enough, why wait?" Max says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. They are both sitting in glass houses, it's fine.

"Better tell me when you do so I can be in the audience. I promise to only heckle you a little." Wink.

"Exactly. That and, honestly, living on my schedule getting the first date is already a miracle."

If she's there to get laid, she's getting laid. Granted it really had been a hell of a while back home, the schedule really is a bedroom killer.

"If you're only going to do it a little then you really better commit. No half-arsed heckles."

"Oh, don't worry," he says waggling his eyebrows suggestively, "I don't half-ass anything I do. I wasn't named Maximum for nothing."

Without missing a beat, "Oh, well, that does explain the dumptruck."

He fires back just as fast, "Oh, it wasn't the ass I was named for." Wink.

"Wow, some people really get all the luck. Share a little with the class, why don't you?"

He grins like a Cheshire cat. "I'll share it with you as much as you want but we should probably get a room first." Oh yeah, he went there.

...she cannot do this twice in one day. Within the span of the same few hours, even. She is not this messy. She has not been this messy in years.

"...you make a tempting offer."

And yet she's thinking about it.

"I can sweeten the deal if you need some convincing," he says, voice dipping into a sultry baritone. The tone lightens up again, immediately, as he adds, "But, seriously, no pressure."

And yet she's thinking about it.

"Well now I've got to hear what your idea of sweetening the deal is," she says first. Then adds, pointing for dramatic effect, "But only if you can deal with a girl having a dick half the size of yours. Usually I'd say as big as but given the givens..."

She's gonna guess that wouldn't work.

Max laughs, a purely a joyful sound, because 'given the givens' just sends him into giggles for no reason he can define.

"I'm sorry," he wheezes. "No, no, that's not a problem at all. I've got one girlfriend with the same going on already. You're all good. And, I was thinking of literally sweetening it, because I have a huge stockpile of desserts in my room at the Oak and Iron and its all fresh. Nothing says aftercare like eating cake naked on the bed after a good fuck."

"Wow that might be the best pitch someone's ever given to get me into bed. Not even kidding." Sex and dessert? Unmatched. Especially compared to what you get in London clubs. And the guy's not even going to be fumbling around like he's never seen a dick but his own before, that's always a bonus. "...fuck it, let's do it."

Yeah, alright, apparently she's that messy today.

"Right?" Max says, brightly amused and proud of himself at the same time. "I mean, cake just makes every situation more fun. One time I even helped make one for someone that said 'congratulations on the sex' but that one came later." Wink.

He stands up and offers his hand to her. "Follow me?"

He will lead her to his room at the Oak & Iron. It's tidy, but slightly claustrophobic due to there being a literal wall of makeshift Tupperware and tins lining one side, each containing some type of delicious food item, most of them cake or pastries. The cake was not a lie.

"Sorry it's a little cramped."

Alice gives a genuine wolf whistle. That is so much dessert. He really was not kidding.

"Mate this is the best excuse for a cramped bedroom like, ever."

"Told you," he says playfully.

"I've been building it up over time since none of it will rot. Next time we have any kind of famine, I'll break it all out and we'll be good to go." Yes, he really has been spending his own money and resources on this in case of an emergency that might require charity.

"But enough about dessert, let's talk about the main meal first." This, he says, as he slides his suit jacket off both shoulders in a way that forces his chest muscles out. His shirt buttons look like they're hanging on for dear life. "How's that looking?"

Alice is unashamed both about how she stares and about the almost ridiculous lip bite that accompanies said staring.

"I think your bread's overflowing it's pan, mate," counts as both a joke and a flirt, right? Alice is going to say it does, it's her mouth she makes the rules.

He loves that she goes all in on the jokes and puns with him. It's a huge turn-on and it will keep turning him on no matter how outrageous. Sex is inherently a little funny, after all.

"Must mean I knead you to roll me out," he answers, the quirk of his lips and the stress he puts on that word knead makes it absolutely clear that a pun is in play here. The only way she's going to get those to stop is by occupying his mouth with something else. She's sure to find a way.

[And this is where my fade to black goes.]

Max lets out a heavy and contented sigh beside her, spent in the best way possible and grinning like a happy fool. He's catching his breath, but he can't help one more joking tease. "Still got room for that dessert?"

"Here's one thing you should know about me, Max," Alice starts, even as she, too, is still catching her breath, "if I ever say I don't have room for dessert, I'm an imposter who should be ejected immediately."

Max, spared the Among Us joke of it all by being from long before the Among Us craze.

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