ph_logs | [OPEN] Fire it up, fire it up

Who: Sasha James, new friends, and reconnecting with some old ones!
What: A few light encounters around town ft. open prompt with

statementofjoespooky and closed prompt for

restingslasherface
When: Late September / Early October
Where: Varied locations
Warning(s): N/A for now!

1. We pushed off, we're rolling boulders | Town Hall, Out in Town, Etc / General Wildcard

For all the comforts of modern life that Sasha's found herself missing, getting settled into Pumpkin Hollow hasn't been all too bad.

Maybe she lucked out already having a penchant for the vintage style, or maybe it's the people here, but the culture shock didn't hit quite as hard as she was expecting it to be. The worst of it was getting used to the active presence of magic, but all things considered, it was nothing that was any more shocking than what was in the Visitor's Centre. The largest adjustment was building a life back up, one piece at a time.

Nowhere better to start with that single piece, then, is there?

Between getting settled into working at Town Hall, finding a pace of errands to settle into, and orchestrating "New and Old Coworker Drinking Nights" over the weekends, everything is slowly beginning to start to set into place. She's even getting comfortable enough to start seeing what the locals and longer-time residents are up to, if they're involved in something she can find a way to ask about. (That doesn't stop her from catching onto more of the town's curse and beginning to poke into places where she ought not to be. At least if she gets caught somewhere she's not supposed to be, she can blame it on being new?)

2. Crashing down the mirrored stairways | Bar Rescue @ The Oak & Iron [Open with Tim!]

It doesn't take much for a night out on the town with Tim to turn into some sort of ordeal, and tonight is no exception.

As it always does, it started simple. A few drinks at the Oak & Iron, some light chats with a few friends, a couple jokes turning into bits. The two of them have always managed to be a bit-perpetuating feedback loop, though, and it was only a matter of time before it turns into something that they try to rope other people into. One part of it for tonight's bout of shenanigans that's still a surprise is that they were able to find a can of Monster on this island, beaten to hell but still perfectly sealed, in one of the strange back-alley shops.

The more surprising part than that, of course, is the liquid density at play when they combine it with one of the stouts on tap.

Worse yet, they've requested several glasses, and have made several of these horrible concoctions, testing ratios of stout to energy drink, and trying to get people in on it. Even worse than that is that they've set eyes on you, or you unfortunately ventured too close to their foray into mad science, and are trying to beckon you over to get in on this, regardless if they actually know you or not. Partake or not, you'll likely get to hear about this mess, as well as the other terrible things they've decided to try to put together at their little corner table.

(OOC Note: As said up top, this is a shared open - specify if you want Tim or Sasha (or both!) on this one in the title please!)

3. Two of life's best mine canaries | Sending Stone (to start with!), partially back-dated [Closed to Jean]

It's only after taking the first day to rest (and let reality fully sink in that she's properly in town) that Sasha immediately sets to making some important reconnections - and once she's figured out exactly how the sending stone works, even though she's out on the town already, heading towards for the docks, she makes a call. (Jean told her enough to paint a clear mental image of someone who's all over the place, after all; she'd likely have an impossible time just trying to track them down.)

"God, I miss screens. How are you supposed to be able to tell when...?" She mutters to herself, entirely clueless to exactly how instant the connection is after speaking their name to the stone. "Hello? I'm calling for Agent Jean, have I got the right stone?"

Stone, number, magic connection? She has no idea. This one's going to take some concerted effort to get used to.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

|"Comrade James, you've made it! Yes! I knew Manager Mortanne would see the justice of it - how can I assist?"|

Somehow their voice is vibrating.

"I did! It was--- right on the last minute, little bit close for comfort, but I made it!" Sasha laughs, a bit awkwardly. Little bit close for comfort might be the understatement of the century, all things considered.

The fact that they already know gives her a bit of pause, but nothing she's going to get into yet. Maybe Jon told them? They are coworkers, after all.

"I just wanted to stop by and see you! If you're not busy, I know you've got a lot going on. Just thought it might be nice to find a time to visit when there's not, you know... the looming temporary angle over it, yeah?"

|"Do.

You.

Like.

Sushi?????"|

A beat. Another one. When she speaks back up, he tone is nothing short of baffled delight.

"...Holy shit. Yes? I love sushi? They have sushi here??"

Directions to the sushi stand, itself near the seaweed farm and therefore the docks, are immediately given. Here the narrator has good news and bad news for Ms. Sasha James.

The good news is, Jean has used their pull as the owner to make a complimentary sample platter.

The bad news is, they have a coffee carafe & they're drinking from it.

Well, shit. It's a good thing it's their restaurant, because if they start digging holes where they stand from sheer vibrational speeds, it's no one's problem but theirs, right?

(She'll intercept that next carafe. Or maybe she'll swipe this one. All in the name of keeping Jean alive and moderately stationary.)

But, for now, as promised, the second she's got eyes on them, Sasha catches Jean in a tight half-hug, avoiding their carafe-bearing arm, absolutely beaming all the while. She parts after just a moment, giving them a soft pat to the shoulder as she parts.

"Hey, you! So, this is your place?" She certainly hopes so, because the implications of them strolling into a business and drinking straight from their coffee carafe is too much to bear. "Everything looks great, seriously."

"It's a small part," Jean says modestly. "I put up the investment and designs for the seaweed farm, which believe it or not mostly is not used for sushi! There are many dishes and uses for a stable supply of seaweed, and the harvest is year-round!"

Beat.

"The bad news is the harvest is year-round. I help out during the winter, going overboard in those circumstances is! Not ideal! It is very cold!"

"Yeah that sounds... like it'd be god-awful! I think I'll just have to appreciate your ship's work from on shore."

Sasha perches her arm against the table, letting out a content breath. This is all exactly how she'd been hoping it would be, and it's written all over her face, especially as she turns her attention to glance out to the bustling main street for a moment more.

"If I didn't just sign on with Town Hall when I was on-boarding, I might've come to work here, but such is life. You'll have to come pay me a visit in the paperwork mines, though, yeah?"

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