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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!
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-07-28 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Very good. I have never heard of an astronaut before, but research teams that believe in safety instead of wizards who lock themselves in the heart of arcane mechanisms for the sake of their experiments without considering potential consequences their work might have for others will be new to me, if we hire you on."

There's a lot of bitterness underlying that.

"Anyway, even if poking is a hobby, I'd appreciate a call on the sending stone before you go into danger or the unknown. I told CT the same thing. She's got good instincts, I just want her to poke someone else before she does another stunt like that cult thing. Me, Alex, you--ideally not someone in the soup with her."
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-07-28 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Crichton averts his gaze for a moment, looking just a smidge guilty. Yeah, wizards that do hair-brained schemes... definitely doesn't describe him at all. Nope. Nooope. (Okay, to be fair to himself, he does stop to consider the potential consequences of his scientific actions. Most of the time.)

"I'm only a level three wizard right now so the good news is I can't do that much damage." He shoots a pair of finger guns at Cerret. That must be oh-so-comforting.

"CT told me about that, too. I told her she better have backup next time. I can't promise if she calls me about it I won't decide to be the backup, but I'll give you a shout if I think something's going down. Assuming I don't get taken by surprise."
maltesefalcon: (stoicism)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-07-28 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Cerrit's feathers fluff a little at the mention of Crichton being a 'level 3 wizard', but he doesn't remark aloud on that.

"That's good enough a promise for me. Anything you want to know about me, or think I should know beside what you've already said?"
ss_buttcrack: (smile)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-07-31 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I may as well address the elephant in the room. I'm a human and I come from Earth circa 1999 and some change. What does your race call itself and what kind of world do you hail from?"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-08-01 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm an eisfuura, from a world called Exandria." Which of course Crichton won't have heard of, right? So the date doesn't really matter.
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-08-06 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exandria?" he blurts out in shock. "I've been there. I was living in Whitestone before I got pulled here."
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-08-07 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah." More of this confusion. "I don't know where Whitestone is. Cassandra tried to tell me about it being on Tal'dorei, but I don't know where that is. Nor had she ever heard of Avalir and the continent of Domunas. As far as I can figure, we're from two very different times for the planet. If she's from after me, then..." He ducks his head, pointedly looking away from Crichton. "...the event that killed me may have caused the destruction of the entire continent. Knowing that, I haven't made an effort to compare maps."
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-08-13 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cass is the one I was living with. When we escaped that cruise ship from hell, she went home and I somehow got pulled in with her. Me an' Okie."

That little bit at the end is as intriguing as it is horrifying. Damn his curiosity. But he's not about to push for more answers when this guy is telling him he died in a calamity so bad it might have wiped out an entire continent. That's brutal.

"I'm sorry. Can't say I blame you for not wanting to know. I was only a guest on the planet; there's still a lot of things I wouldn't know the difference about. Don't take my ignorance as a sign of anything in particular."