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July Mini Event - Seaside Sway
Pumpkin Hollow Community Bulletin
It’s the end of July. Summer is peaking, hitting its stride. In the forest, frogs sing and fireflies dance through the night, and dragonflies go about their business in the sun. In town, farmers roll up their sleeves and young ladies swap out their many layers for breezy floral gowns. And on the beach, swimmers take to the sea for water at its warmest and young crabs climb up from the sun-drenched sand. Kora’s glory at its finest!For about a week now, a flier has been up on the community bulletin board. :
Midsummer Beach Festival!
Join us on July 21st and 22nd for our annual beach bash! Organized by the Temple of Sacred Roots in tandem with Town Hall, all townsfolk are invited to join in for seaside festivities in honor of the height of summer. Activities will include:
- Live music (Sign-ups for performers will be available at Empty Pockets Music Bar)
- Locally made strawberry wine from last summer’s strawberries
- Beach pit barbecues for lunch on both days
- A hot food banquet for dinner on the 21st
- A fish fry breakfast on the 22nd
- Paper lantern float
- Beach games
- Tents and bed rolls for beach camping
And, as promised, the festival opens up on the afternoon of July 21st, where the smell of barbecue rises up from Tawny Beach. Tables sit on wooden plinths to avoid sinking in the sand, bearing fresh summer fruit and drinks. Pork, fish, and lamb roast in a sand pit. Enchanted barrels covered in magic frost keep frozen treats like orange juice shaved ice and strawberry sorbet cold. A station for assembling little wood-and-paper floating lanterns can be seen off in the distance and Cormac and the Banshees are setting up for their opening set. Tents and bed rolls have been set up toward the Marina. Literally everything is decorated with thin golden coins on strands of twine, sea shells, and sea glass. In the center of it all, stones have been laid into the shape of a massive compass rose, whose center houses the makings of a bonfire.
Those who were here last year will recognize that this festival is much larger than last year’s, and was not preceded with desperate pleas from Town Hall for help providing food and decor. It speaks plainly to the health of the town now. Even with all that has been going on, the growing population and renewed sense of community and purpose have improved matters around the island considerably.
Near the tent area, a family of crabs (one red, one blue, and three purple) can be observed. The small purple ones are poking each other with sticks. The Limoncello has made port, and Royal and his crew are splitting helper duty with the staff of Town Hall, and are dancing and partying the rest of the time. All is as it should be. For once, there is no dangerous surprise lurking in the shadows.
So, what’s on your agenda? During the day, volleyball, swimming, and a game that involves throwing small fabric sacks of dry lentils into wooden hoops in the sand can be enjoyed, alongside a plethora of frozen treats. At night, food and wine and lemonade are served at the banquet tables and lively music plays on the temporary wooden stage for dancing by firelight. There is also the lantern float, which encourages participants to send a glowing lantern out on the water in honor of the lost and the distant, ending the first night in a moment of peaceful sobriety. You may also notice a charming stranger milling around, cozying up to Royal, and drinking after nightfall--- a woman with dark olive skin, raven hair that soaks up the firelight, and rum brown eyes who wears a billowing blue dress and (whenever she hasn’t placed it onto someone else’s head for fun) a wide-brimmed black hat.
Then, at night, camp on the beach under the stars or head home by additional lantern light. The festivities will continue until the following afternoon! Feel free to share your beach fit in the fashion show thread below, as well. Enjoy!
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He closes his eyes and concentrates, wondering if he remembers enough of the remove poison spell to rip the drunkeness out of Radar. He'd done that once before to hilarious effect on the fighter in his party. Unfortunately he didn't spend enough time to memorize the scroll. Alas.
"My mouth doesn't work like that." Very briefly the tentacles part and the thin flap of skin covering his mouth moves, revealing circular teeth similar to a lamprey. Hundreds of rings of teeth receeding into the darkness of his mouth. And then closed up again.
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Purple squid-face? No problem. Lamprey mouth? Yeah, turns out Radar can't handle that quite as well. He yelps, flails as he tries to back away, realizes he's flat on the sand and can't back away, slaps a hand over his mouth, and stares bug-eyed up at Imbros for five seconds.
...And then titters. And bursts out laughing again.
"Wh -- what was that?" he just barely manages to say.
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"This is you having fun is it?" He stops looming over him standing nearby with his arms folded behind his back. "Nothing at all. Why? Did you see something?"
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His eyes go wide again.
"How d'you brush them all?"
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Dental hygiene is not really a big thing in the world of Faerûn, without a lot of sugar people's teeth are generally fine.
"How did I get so many teeth?" There's no visual change but he definitely sounds like he's smirking. "From the tadpole. Hundreds of years ago I used to have the same amount as you."
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He's learned so many interesting facts since he showed up on Marrow Isle!
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"Something like that, yes. I take it you're not from a world with Illithids. That's what I am, by the way, before you start calling me a squid." Just gonna clarify that before he has to.
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Sorry, Imbros. You were never gonna win that battle.
"Just regular people'n a regular Earth. No magic. No robots. No going to the moon. Nothin' like that. But y'know," he brightens, "it's been a lotta fun meeting all the different people from all over! There's, there's so much neat stuff they can do. 'Specially when they got magic."
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"Why would you want to go to the moon?" He sounds so perplexed, of all the planes of existence to pick from why go to a rock in the sky?
"You can learn to do magic, if you wish to impress everyone when you return to your world."
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He trails off, lost in his imagination, then comes back to himself with a jolt as he remembers Imbros said something else, too. Whoops.
"But yeah I heard regular people can do magic too. Even if y'don't got it at home." He squints up at Imbros. "Hey, can you do magic?"
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"Unfortunately I can. Though I doubt I could teach you - there's wizards here who likely could."
I prefer other methods than conjuration. Said directly in Radar's head.
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Imbros! WHAT AREN'T YOU GETTING. SPACE ROCKS. How is that not -- oh wow hi there's another voice in his head all of a sudden, wow. It doesn't startle him quite as badly as when Valdis did the same thing -- or as when Imbros showed off all his teeth, for that matter -- but Radar still lets out a little hiccuping squeak of alarm.
"Ohhhh." With dawning realization. "You're psy. Uh. Psycicle too?"
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"Cycl-Ah, yes. I'm psionic." Yes, he knows that Radar meant psychic but his pedantry wins out. "What do you mean too? I haven't encountered anyone else as of yet."
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He waves a vague hand in the direction of where Valdis was... er, about an hour ago. Details, details.
"An' Bronwyn, I dunno if they're here anymore, I think they left for good, but. They're a biiiiiig moth-person. They're the one who told me'm psychic too."
(Way to bury the lede, Radar.)
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"A big moth person? I've not heard of --" this is where normally there would be a record scratch moment, but instead there's only a sigh. This is the equivalent of finding out Crichton is a wizard because of course he is. "Why are you psychic?"
It's always a good idea to ask drunk people existential questions about their very existence.
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An annoyed huff, "This is the most outloud speaking I've done in my life."
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He wants to be accommodating toward his friends! And yes, since literally everybody on the beach is his best friend right now, that includes Imbros.
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He blinks up at Imbros, eyes owl-wide and unfocused.
"How?"
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He makes a soft humming sound. "But I do find you amusing."
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He manages to prop himself on one elbow so he can lean closer, his voice dropping to an exaggerated whisper.
"Do you eat people?"
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"I certainly do." In the most congenial tone of voice.
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But then it's gone, and he nods sagely as he says, "Oh, y'should talk to Dolly sometime. She lives in the woods'n eats people, too."
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So many emotions. So many memories in there. Delicious. Tasty memories. But for now Radar is far more amusing alive than as a snack. And Imbros has a lot of restraint.
"Dolly? The winged creature in the woods? We've met."
He's definitely thinking of Demona, but close enough.
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