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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] apocryphalarchivist 2024-08-04 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lunch!" Jon repeats, more decisive this time. Sorry, Cecil, whatever you're doing has to wait, he's deciding to use the power of social assertiveness for good.

Hooking his arm with Cecil's (something that comes easily, almost naturally, after everything), he changes course, ever-so-slightly. He's not sure where Cecil was headed, but now, they're en-route towards the fish-fry!

"It's as good of a time as any, isn't it? I think they just finished a batch, as well. Nothing quite like fresh fried food."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-08-05 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Cecil hesitates for long enough that Jon yanks at him, but he follows obediently like a child's helium balloon, the kind shoe stores used to give out.

"Oh, but it's so not the season for frying."
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[personal profile] apocryphalarchivist 2024-08-06 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Season doesn't matter much if you wait past the noon heat, does it? I think summer afternoons and evenings are the perfect time for it, really."

Jon nearly relented at the pressure of not being followed, but is right back to feeling vindicated as Cecil follows along.

"If it's still too hot for your tastes, you could always just get some chips for a lighter lunch. Or chip-equivalent, not sure if they're making those tonight, but I could smell potato from all the way across the beach, so there's surely something."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-08-06 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I know they have a sweet potato, at the least." Yes, singular, the goddesses are gracious. "Maybe sweet potato fries will be a thing."
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[personal profile] apocryphalarchivist 2024-08-06 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"They still have the sweet potato?" Jon isn't sure why he's as shocked as he is, considering it survived the entire famine, yet here he is. "I'd be surprised if they didn't, then, considering. I don't really know how well fish and sweet potato pair, though."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-08-06 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Jon. After the last month's ice cream horrors inspired by my pizza choices, can you really comment on how things pair in front of me? I think at one point I saw smoked salmon, cream cheese and chives in a sundae."

He would have tried it, too, were he not doing work duties at the time.
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[personal profile] apocryphalarchivist 2024-08-06 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm, right, I forgot that you've got the food madness," He notes as common fact, without an ounce of judgement. He's accepted it. "Maybe you'll love it, then. Won't find out until we try, though, will we?"
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-08-07 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really, I just appreciate good contrasts. Like you and me, for example. We contrast one another perfectly."

He squeezes Jon's hand gently.
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[personal profile] apocryphalarchivist 2024-08-08 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
There's a warmth, fond and glowing, that wells in Jon's chest. He squeezes Cecil's hand back.

"You've got me there, I can't argue with that. That might be the most compelling point you've given me to keep an open mind about these things."

That's putting it lightly; Cecil's done wonders of breaking open his shell of his distance and terrible penchant for wariness, and he continues to be better off for it. (Even if he still lacks the emotional communication skills to say as much outright.)