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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote2024-07-21 01:43 pm

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
We look forward to seeing you there!



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!
mindflayed: (Waiting)

[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-07-23 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I cannot. And admittedly, seeing you like this, I would not want to."

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.
incomingchoppers: (OH FUCK SIR)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-07-25 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, why not? It's fun! I bet yAUGH -- "

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-07-25 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Oh he likes him. He's certain he'd be delicious, but also he's so ridiculously over-animated that it's fun to watch his reactions.

"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?"

incomingchoppers: (oh boy sir!)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-07-25 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Teeth," says Radar, as if that's the funniest thing in the world. "How'd you get so many?"

His eyes go wide again.

"How d'you brush them all?"
mindflayed: (Not interested)

[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-07-25 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"How do I what?"

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."
incomingchoppers: (choppers sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-07-27 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow," he breathes. Not that Radar can focus too well on anything right now, but Imbros has the full measure of attention he can scrounge up. "Tadpoles make you grow teeth? I guess... I guess if they grow their own legs when they're turnin' into frogs, they can grow other stuff too. Wow. I had no idea."

He's learned so many interesting facts since he showed up on Marrow Isle!
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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-07-29 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's funny how he can follow the exact drunken train of thought that Radar is having right now. There's a gossamer thread of sense connecting all of this.

"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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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-07-31 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, we don't got any illid, uh. Ills. Squid people."

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-02 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
He tried.

"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."
incomingchoppers: (eh? eh??? (......sir.))

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Why wouldn' you?" counters Radar blurrily. He gestures a few times, with increasing wobbliness, toward the stars. "It's the moon! Jus, just think about it, going all the way to space to somewhere nobody's been before..."

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you really fond of rocks? That's what the moon is made of." But admittedly, he hasn't been there either so he can't confirm nor deny if maybe they're really interesting rocks.

"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.
incomingchoppers: (do you copy sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Space rocks."

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-08 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not impressed by space rocks sorry Radar.

"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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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-09 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Radar sounds completely baffled by that. "I thought there'd be a whole lotta people like that around here! I mean I already met two of 'em. Valdis's right over there..."

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-12 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't turn to look where Radar gestures, knowing that he's probably flailing around and whoever he's gesturing to wouldn't still be there.

"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.
incomingchoppers: (no sir i'm not being smug sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-14 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"'Cause I am," says Radar, with the blasé attitude of someone who tends to glide through life taking everything at face value. He shrugs. "I guess I always been a lil bit. Why're you psychic?"
mindflayed: (Why are you talking?)

[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Because I'm an Illithid and it's an intrinsic part of my species. And prior to .. being here, it would work in reverse as well and I could sense the thoughts of others in response."

An annoyed huff, "This is the most outloud speaking I've done in my life."
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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-17 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow," breathes Radar. He takes all of the necessary time to ponder what that's gotta be like, which is... way more time than it'd take anybody to ponder it while sober. "Well, y'know, you don't gotta talk out loud to me if y'don't wanna. I can hear you'n talk back. I mean I still gotta talk out loud since I'm not a, a squid, but at least you don't gotta!"

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-17 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is fine, I should get used to it here." Imbros sits down on the beach beside him, watching the ocean in the growing gloom of twilight. "You are a very odd man."
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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-17 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am?"

He blinks up at Imbros, eyes owl-wide and unfocused.

"How?"
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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-17 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"A great many reasons. For starters you're talking to me, and that's rather unwise. You see I've been here for quite a while and I haven't eaten anything and I'm extremely hungry."

He makes a soft humming sound. "But I do find you amusing."

incomingchoppers: (is that right sir?)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-17 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." A pause. "Ohhhhh."

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-17 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Imbros can't exactly whisper but he lowers his voice a bit.

"I certainly do." In the most congenial tone of voice.
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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-08-18 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Amazingly, that penetrates Radar's sodden brain juuuust enough to give his self-preservation instincts a nudge. He gulps a bit. A glimmer of fear makes its sluggish way across his face.

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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[personal profile] mindflayed 2024-08-18 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's fascinating to watch facial expressions so close, and on someone so animated with them. That muscles and tendons do such things without conscious control, he's sure that Radar probably doesn't even know what his face is doing right now.

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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