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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Bust? [REPRINT]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette February Issue


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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

2/8/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ BUST? Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: SEVERE BLIZZARD WARNING

REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

AURORA TURNS VIOLENT - MYSTERIOUS BLIZZARD INTERRUPTS CHAOS

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Despite our earlier report, it turns out that this year's annual aurora borealis season did not turn out to be a pleasant or romantic viewing experience. Instead, starry monsters based off of classic constellations have been attacking the town each time the aurora is in the sky! However, due to some extreme blizzards that have been occurring most nights each month since late January, the aurora has been interrupted more nights than not and the monsters intercepted. Still, the Pumpkin Hollow Safety Board would like to remind everyone to take appropriate precautions during inclement weather, and to tread carefully on clear nights as monsters may still be attacking until late February!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

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Further Details...


Aurora


The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.



Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.



Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.



It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.



At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.



And then, the stars begin to fall.



Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.



That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.



Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.



There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.



It simply lunges with intent to kill.





Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]


Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:


  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects


  • Aquarius: zoomies!


  • Pisces: intense paranoia


  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna


  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism


  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.


  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment


  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person


  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning


  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge


  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)


  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision

(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)




Love Potion
[CW: Altered Emotional States ]


Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.


The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!






Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]


Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:



Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy.
Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this.
Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic.
Lavish groceries will not be available at all.
Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.



Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced.
Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.)
Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)



Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.



Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)



Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!



Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.



cacophonish: MOPI (scene02221)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-02-14 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Can he really be upset? He wasn't hurt, not physically, anyway. Psychologically may be a different story, but even then... It's weird, but Jeff's kind of used to seeing things that would drive somebody a bit mad, and his own mental wellbeing (such as it is) is pretty heavily cushioned by the fact that he already finds meat to be pretty tragic and grotesque in itself.

"It's okay," he admits, already softening. There's no trace of that petty resentment left. Jeff reaches a hand out in an offer to pet Tarantulas, if it's welcomed. "I'm okay." Which is still weird. He's not used to being okay. "I mean. As okay as I can ever be," he adds with a trace of wry humor.

"I'm, um. Sorry. I know she's... probably someone important to you. Are you okay?"
tisnotthehouse: (spider mouth)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas pushes his entire face into Jeff's palm like a cat, rubbing the stiff, coarse hairs on his back against Jeff's hand. Definitely pet him, please. He needs it.

"She was...we were married, in the mass dream," he says quietly. "Her, me, and the smith River la Croix. I'm still trying to process it all." As is Jeff, he's sure, although Tarantulas can't recall seeing anyone like him in the dream...

"I wasn't even sure if she was real or not until...you know. That's why I reacted like that."
tisnotthehouse: (noisemaze 2)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-14 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
For once, it doesn't even occur to Tarantulas to lie or prevaricate.

"I'm a Cybertronian," he whispers for only Ryja to hear. "Have you seen the living statue who works for one of the clinics? Like him. We come from different versions of the same world...some ten thousand years ago, I modified myself to appear organic...and then I modified myself again when I came here. Usually I can shift between a bipedal form and a spider form at will, but since I died..." His legs twitch in a spidery shrug. "I appear to be stuck like this, at least for now."

"What about you?" he asks, gentle yet eager to know her better.
cacophonish: MISC, B&W (misc03)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-02-14 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Somebody with an ounce of sense would take her hand and pick up on how unnaturally cold it is, how wrong it feels, because as long as she's got life in her, there should be at least a little bit of warmth, right?

But Jeff doesn't have much sense. It's a cold night, and she's totally underdressed for the snow, so he's pretty sure this is, like, a normal amount of cold.

What else matters, when he can sing and dance and share this experience with another person? So that's what he does; he spins with her, and he sings about blood and roses, joy building in his voice in spite of the melancholy lyrics. Jeff's smiling so brightly now, gaze trailing up to the sky as he trails off.

"I wish I could hear them. It's like... I know they're singing too, but..." Whether or not he means literal singing, it doesn't matter. He's just speaking in witchy shit, music being the way he communicates with the Gift and all. Jeff cocks his head, eyes still drawn to the stars. "How do you listen?"
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-02-14 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Commence petting. Jeff won't even hesitate now that he knows it's welcome and wanted. Fuck, he could use this, too. His hand moves easily, fingers brushing through the hairs on the spider's back.

"Oh..." Jeff grimaces. He's never felt that kind of closeness, that kind of love for one person, let alone two. For him, love has always been a fleeting thing. Intense, and sincere, under neon lights, his head fuzzy with magic and drugs, music thrumming all around and inside him, but then...

Then he wakes up, he goes back to his life, and he leaves behind a fond, shallow memory.

"That's... Yeah. That's a lot to process." Cool way of saying nothing, Jeff. But he feels so out of his league, trying to help someone understand something as big as this. "Fuck, man. I'm sorry. It must've felt like a sick fucking joke..." The dinner, he means. Not the dream.
300kgbackpack: (Idle)

[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-02-14 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It helps that Bobbin has become a local celebrity, while Thread is her broody self. Thanks in part to his leaving bent nails for her to purloin in exchange for treats.

Sam pokes his head into the coop to see what else might be in Bobbin's box, then peers around for Eddie, hefting a sack of feed off his shoulder to hand over. "Gift from the folks up the way. They were saying they wanted to make sure the girls are fat and happy come spring. And I wanted to check in since I haven't in a while, between the snow n' the monsters n'...whatever the hell that was the other day with the dreams." He's not going to tell Eddie that he was a cute kid, but, well, he was a pretty cute kid. "Got the fence up at home though. Figure the next step's settin' up somewhere to keep a chicken or two, when you got some hatching."
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-14 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"It did, yes." He hides his eyes in Jeff's hand for a moment, shaking slightly. "I don't know how yet," he whispers, "but I'm going to find some way to kill that so-called prince. Permanently."
redlightgreenlight: (Kinda Happy)

Valdis | OC | CRAU | Potential Player

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-02-14 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
To See the Night Sky

The much missed novelty of a dynamic sky, one that shifts and changes as the night goes on, cannot be understated and she lays in the long grass of a field, watching the aurora dance amongst the stars. The low, out-of-place growl reaching her ears doesn't noticeably rouse her from the trance, but her attention shifts away from the sky and toward the right, where the sound of quiet paws depress the grass. No scent accompanies the creature, yet she's still not inclined to move until a threat fully reveals itself.

I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire

Bonfires dot the landscape and smoke rises from chimneys throughout town, some kind of celebration, though it seems more symbolic than an actual party. Valdis opens the door to one of the taverns, seeking to find some sort of company and a break from the chill. Luckily there are plenty of people around and the fire roars in the corner. Perhaps a drink and then a place to sit until it's time to return to safety before the night wears on too long.

Wildcard

Come at me with all the fun and funny things!
Edited 2024-02-14 23:15 (UTC)
hellsinger: (Voke)

[personal profile] hellsinger 2024-02-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What is your title?
Father Clayton?
It seems very informal to merely call you Degas.


His question is met with quiet consideration, the lines around her slightly sunken eyes softening. The pen taps thoughtfully on the corner of the page.

I have not found a name to claim as mine yet
If I have one, it will be one that I choose
Names have power, after all.
actuallyawolf: (Default)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-15 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"The gender signals are pretty hard, sometimes," Ylva agrees, who has put a very great deal of effort into learning them.

Hold on, doesn't she know Amaterasu? Can't be the same one, and she's not 100% sure anyway, but that does sound familiar. Hm. Regardless, she picks up the rack and follows along.
actuallyawolf: (what was that)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-15 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"So you're not the same guy from the stupid boat," and she's almost disappointed, because she is feeling so incredibly adrift right now. A friendly and familiar face would go a long way, and while he's friendly, the familiar part is a little one-sided right now. "Ugh."

Ylva looks miserable. She hopes they're all okay.
somebodychildofanyone: (Default)

I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-02-15 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Someone's coming up to the inn. A distinct sensation of death precedes her, scored deep into the approaching soul; relatively fresh scars, but controlled, leaving careful wounds. The scents of forge-smoke, iron, fire, and tobacco are next, and then the elf herself rounds the corner. River hasn't dressed up, and her only concession to the cold is the deep green hooded cloak from which her ears poke out and deep red hair spills. Her bare arms have layers of overlapping, identical sigils scored into them, each glowing like coals in the deepening night. Snowflakes that touch her arms flash into steam instantly.

She's stressed, put through a tangled emotional wringer of love and worry and guilt and So Much Work To Do, and worse, something in there is amplifying her emotions so she can't even collapse about it and have a nice cathartic dissociation session. Instead she's here, mounting the steps up to the porch and finding a spot of wall to lean against far enough from Valdis to be polite. She immediately busies herself with packing a gorgeous, hand-carved wooden pipe with a distinct skull motif.

"...Busy in there?" She asks; her accent is lilting, almost musical. "I dunno if I can do a bunch of people tonight."
pineapplesalmon: (friendly smile)

I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-15 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
César's a regular at the Oak & Iron. Not so much for the beer and food, but because he's sweet on one of the staff and because there's safety in numbers. It's nicer to not stick it out on a cold day by yourself.

... normally the player would not write such a thing as this with no action hooks, but César's hair is incredibly familiar, even from the back.
restingslasherface: (pic#16839944)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-02-15 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I feel like a telephone but he does appreciate your concern for him," Jean adds. Indoors here the seaweed is dried in preparation for various uses; the stuff used for the fresh sushi made here is, you see, used fresh. "He's adjusting to some...new experiences here. Which. Hahaha." Their voice goes flat. "Same. Still feels like yesterday that seeing a plant meant my life was in imminent danger..."
redlightgreenlight: (Unsure)

hahaha

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-02-15 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis blinks when she scents the familiar scent of someone she knows. Or maybe it's someone she knew, as this place is far from any home she's known. The familiar hair gives it away. César.

She's not sure if this is her César though, he may not know her at all, but it's worth a try.

"Hey," she says, taking a seat next to him.

If he doesn't act like she's familiar, she will have her answer without making a fool of herself.
redlightgreenlight: (Kinda Happy)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-02-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
The sensation of death, familiar in the sense it belongs to her in some way, floats ahead of the approaching woman. The aura feels as it did with Palamedes, not as if the woman is an embodiment herself. Though if she's honest with herself, Death has never been something she feared. As she draws closer the nature of her soul takes form. Not human. Not something she has encountered before, but from the ears and elegance she can guess elfish in nature at the very least.

Above all that, there is a deep sense of concern, stress and the desperate need to have a meltdown. Yet when she speaks it sounds calm, soothing almost.

"I have no idea, just got here myself."

She can sense the number of souls inside, it's not a small amount, but this woman has ties to death and it may be prudent to keep some things to herself for now.

"It sounds busy though."
Edited 2024-02-15 03:12 (UTC)
actuallyawolf: (unsure)

By tradition: these OCs and their one-liners

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-15 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
That surprises her, and she glances sideways at them.

"...What?
somebodychildofanyone: (pic#16676544)

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-02-15 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn. Maybe I'll drink out here and see who's awkward enough to trickle out. Unless you had the same idea?" The question is teasing, in a friendly way; she flashes a smile much shyer than her usual brand. "River la Croix. I run Infernal Arms and Armor, down the way, nice t'meet'cha."
pineapplesalmon: (rex don't jinx it)

1/2

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
César blinks and looks over at the woman who sat down next to him and then gives a bit of a panicked look to Magne while she's working on her shift. Is this woman going to hit on him right before Valentine's Day? When he's going to ask Magne to be his girlfriend proper?

There's a momentary oh god Magne might kill her or me look on his face.
pineapplesalmon: (well shucks)

2/2

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-15 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
No, relax, this is something he can handle.

"Oh, hi?" César replies, then points at Magne with his pen. "I'm dating Magne. But if there's anything else I can help you with, let me know."

And he's missing his goatee.
redlightgreenlight: (oh?)

Pfft

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-02-15 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Valdis arches a brow, then sighs and rolls her eyes. Not her friend, or at least not one who remembers her.

"Can't a woman say hello without a man assuming she's interested in him?"

He's never been her type and that's not going to change now.
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Sad - Wistful)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"No, not Father. Reverend Clayton, if you feel the need to be stiff and formal. Brother, perhaps, less so. We are all children of the Goddesses, so 'brother' and 'sister' are traditional. I'm not even a priest, to be honest."

Degas looks up from the paper to Unknown's face, considering her.

"Is there a particular reason you sought the Temple?"
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Happy - Amused)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-15 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Degas Clayton. Good to meet you, Mr. Salazar." He won't let on which it is, but he's settling on the bench comfortably. "I work over at the Temple."
maskedstarbunny: (Default)

[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-02-15 03:47 am (UTC)(link)

"I am Viera, from the world of Hydaelyn. We guard the forests of Othard under the Green Word, and those who leave are exiled, never to return. I left when the need to go and do something, to go and help others, was stronger than my fears. I learned to fight, to use magic, to heal, and to divine the future in the land of Eorzea." Ryja takes a breath, holding him tight, but not too tight. Almost like she thinks she might hurt him by accident.

The 'ten thousand years ago' bit doesn't really land until after she finishes talking. And the thing is... Ryja just takes it in stride. It is her nature, after all.

redlightgreenlight: (Kinda Happy)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-02-15 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I felt I might warm myself by the fire, it's a bit of a chilly night."

She wonders if like senses like, and that's why the woman has introduced herself. Or maybe she's just being friendly, Valdis tells herself she doesn't need to defend herself from imagined monsters anymore.

"Valdis." She doesn't add more than that. "You're a blacksmith then?"

The scent of smoke could have been related to the pipe, but it runs deeper into the aura than that.