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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.



preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Neutral - Thinking)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-09 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
“Memoirs and biographies, though I’ll read almost anything. I’ve avoided horror stories though, perhaps for understandable reasons? But, ah, I was here specifically looking for certain historical and religious texts I don’t have at the Temple, today.”

Degas fusses at his beard a moment.

“The goddesses seem to like you all a lot, you newcomers to the island.”
thelatechrisfreeman: (drab (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-02-09 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Were those texts donated to the library or something? The religious ones that aren't at the Temple." It's an idle curiosity that has Chris asking that. Chris isn't thinking of conspiracy and factions at the moment.

Chris pauses at that comment, and gives Degas considering, somewhat confused look. "Do you think so? I've been thinking lately, we're the source of a lot of chaos. If I was the one bringing people in to help the town... well, I'm not, of course, but I wonder about how much good we really do."

Xe wanders through the shelves of the historical section. The path xe takes is a bit more random here... seems like Degas might have doubled back or paced the rows at times.
no_goaway: (.............)

Muriel | The Arcana | ota

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-09 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
reconstruction

[Being a very large, very strong man, it is not hard to imagine how someone like Muriel could be helpful towards construction efforts... and clearly someone at Town Hall has noticed, because somehow Muriel has been roped into carrying heavy things around. He looks abjectly miserable to be doing it, but maybe that's just his face.]

hunger

[Food scarcity is nothing new to Muriel. Between having grown up on the streets of Vesuvia and living out in the woods, he's used to living off of whatever he can forage. The plants here are different, and it's much colder than he's used to, but his experience still serves him well in finding things to eat.

Unfortunately for him (but potentially fortunately for you?), Muriel is a bit of a push-over. Anyone looking particularly desperate for food might just find a pile of wild nuts and mushrooms left conveniently nearby where there wasn't one before, with Muriel swiftly moving away.]


wildcard

[bring your own prompt option. for horoscope fun, muriel is a virgo so if he uses any idioms they will become literal but.... he's more of a literal speaker anyway lol

as a general note, muriel has this fun magical effect where when you're not looking directly at him, you forget he exists, and remember only when you're looking at him again. he can gift poultices that will let characters remember him even when he's not there but that would take CR building. you do NOT have to play with this magic nonsense if you do not want to (chalk it up to being in a place with different magic rules), but it's an option for those who do wish to play with it.

muriel will also avoid fighting, even to his own detriment, despite being. literally 6'10 and built like a truck]
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Action - Talking)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-09 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
“Source of chaos, but also a source of change. We’ve been sitting stagnant for years, unable to do anything. One of you, I’m assuming, managed to kill the Pine Devil! It’s been around for years and years, feasting on our community. And that’s just one example.”

Yes, he still sometimes doubts it will all be enough, but still. It all seems to be doing something.

Degas follows Chris’s meandering, reaching out to touch the spine of a book by Yennifer Novach before sighing.
somebodychildofanyone: (Default)

A Phone Call

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-02-09 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing -
thelatechrisfreeman: (shielded eyes (PB))

reconstruction

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-02-09 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
One perk of assisting with rebuilding is that midday brings a lunch break with food provided. After all, though the whole town is dealing with a food shortage, those who are exerting themselves to restore the public buildings need food to keeping going. There are... ahem, plenty of sweet potato dishes, as well as portions of venison for each volunteer, and dishes contributed by those who have resources to spare.

"Thank you for helping," says Chris, handing Muriel a large mug about three-quarters full of a thick lentil soup they made. It should be easy to tell, at a glance, why this tall, skinny person isn't helping with heavy lifting tasks (no muscle definition to speak of). They smile. "We all appreciate it."
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[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2024-02-09 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oi! Gun, too." Ianto protests, motioning to his pistol with a lopsided smile as he beckons Eddie to follow.

One of the creatures starts forward again. Ianto takes up his pipe in both hands and, without hesitation--and still smiling--runs headlong at the thing and starts beating it within an inch of its life. He's by no means untouched--tears appear in his shirt as it tries to strike back, rips that flash thin, screaming red lines of blood.

However, Ianto seems to take the upper hand by sheer ferocity alone. The mindless star creatures want only to maim and kill, but clearly even they aren't fully prepared for the absolute lack of regard for personal safety and the seemingly endless well of animal rage that currently personifies one Ianto Jones.

So the creature doesn't cower, and it definitely still tries to go after Ianto...but it's also clearly trying to find a way to either look for another target or, perhaps, get past Ianto to try and get claws into his friend instead.
batteryacid: (E)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a few more rings for Eddie to answer, rushing in to the farmhouse from outside.

"Kaspbrak Farm, Eddie speaking."
thelatechrisfreeman: (distorted reflections (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-02-09 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was worried that the death of the Pine Devil was... more sinister. But it does seem to be benevolently done." No other strange skeletons or betrayed friends to get to that.

Chris's wanderings take them close to the reading tables. The tables are fairly close together, on the understanding that everyone is going to read in silence. At busy times, that's quite a few warm bodies... if one spent a long time reading, it's a perfect time and place to shed some layers...

Chris bends down and picks up something green from where it slipped off a chair back and onto the floor beneath a table. They dust it off a little, and hold it out to Degas -- a somewhat worn green scarf, decorated with yellow flowers and red birds.
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Happy - Amused)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Degas lights up with a brilliant warm smile, as he accepts the scarf and ties it around his neck.

"You're astounding, Chris. Thank you for your help."
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hunger

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-02-09 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's within the foreboding sameness of the woods while Muriel is foraging that a shadow passes overhead, a few moments before a large winged figure comes down from the trees, landing beside Muriel. He's very aquiline, with taloned hands and a coat built to accommodate those wings, and there's a small collection of dead geese tied to his belt. Someone's been hunting.]

(ooc: as an aside, due to Cerrit's particularly high perception and intelligence, I'm going to assume at least some partial resistance to Muriel's forgetting thing.)
cacophonish: MOPI (set1-00301)

sing holly (i'm totally game death, feel free to kill the bard!)

[personal profile] cacophonish 2024-02-09 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a young man coming up the street, bundled up in a shabby secondhand coat, as he makes his way from one of the local dives, back to the Oak & Iron. It's an early night-- well, for Jeff, anyway-- and he's still pretty sober-- well, for Jeff, anyway-- feeling empty and dissatisfied in a way that liquor only seems to heighten.

What's the point of drinking if it won't even distract him from, like, ennui or whatever.

Singing helps, at least. Music always helps, makes him feel all warm and alive and connected to something greater, even on a frigid, miserable night like tonight.

"I want to love but it comes out wrong, I want to live but I don't belong," he sings out to the empty street, a melody interwoven with magic, as a little bird made of light dances and flutters just ahead of him. It's only an illusion, really, but its presence brings a bit of extra warmth, which is totally necessary, far as Jeff's concerned. He's from LA; he's not built for this kind of winter!

"I close my eyes and I see blood and rose-- ahhhh, oh." So he's not singing to an empty street, after all. There's a lady just ahead and she-- she's gotta be freezing, right? Jeff's fucking freezing, and he's got way more layers on than she seems to. "Heeeey." He waves. "You good?"
restingslasherface: (pic#16454871)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-02-09 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Okayyy...."

Jean takes the hand and follows Eddie out, gathering up their canteen and the wine, then their suit. They uh. They do not put on the suit. They walk their socked feet through the snowy ground into the house, wincing visibly at the Wet Sock Feeling (patent pending) but not, as it were, seemingly connecting any of the dots. Right now they have exactly two thoughts, one of which is the proposed Discourse, and the other of which is elevator music.

It is not, however, difficult to get Jean in front of the fire or to encourage them to remove the wet socks. There is a Moment when they realize something, which sends them into the kitchen with their canteen; they slosh it a few times, nod Sagely, and then add water to it before sitting back down next to the fire and working on opening the wine bottle again.
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Tarantulas (IDW) | Existing Player | OTA

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-09 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Anhedonia

After his recent brush with death, Tarantulas has been mode-locked in his spider form. He cannot transform (though he can still increase or decrease his mass) and as a result many of the The Silk Road's normal services have been decreased or suspended. He is available to help set up and tear down the barricades, however -- or at least he would, if he weren't busy lying in bed and moping. It's a very demanding task, you know. He may not have time for anything else.

Aurora

Ugh, fine. Fine! He'll come out and help, damn.

A furry purple spider, about the size of a horse, can be seen around the barricades, using his great size and thick webbing to secure them in a strong, yet flexible webs. It is not recommended that you touch the webs.

It is also not recommended that you attack the spider. He's bound to react...poorly.

Love Potion

With both his manual dexterity and his ability to wear normal clothes curtailed, Tarantulas is taking almost all of his meals at the Oak & Iron, while tucked as close to the fireplace as he can get without boiling himself alive. Although he can afford a better class of meal than that available to unemployed residents, there's still a food shortage going on -- it's inevitable that the soup he eats and the beer he drinks will be watered down.

Watered down with love potion, that is.

If you're seated near the fire place, you may eventually find a purple spider the size of a cat crawling up onto your table, sighing and plopping down onto his belly like he carries the weight of an entire world on his...thorax? He looks up at you with eight bead-like eyes and says, "Would you like to hear a story? I'm tired of keeping it all to myself..."
Edited 2024-02-09 19:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-02-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eddieeeee! Eddie my man I've got my rude-ass apprentices out sick and I'm not emotionally prepared for a day off, anything I could do to help?"

Beat.

"Also hi it's River!"

She does this every time. Every goddamn time. River seems to be under the impression that the mysterious Phone makes her voice unrecognizable.
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[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi, River," Eddie says with a smile. "We're getting a start on raising chicks, even if it's a bit early. You can either help in checking Thread's eggs, or you can take over some of my other duties and help tend to the winter crops? I'd appreciate the help."
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-02-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, definitely! If the chickens are on edge already I should probably leave my dog at home..."

Listen to her Eddie she's so forlorn about it. She am lov skeledog.
tisnotthehouse: (spider mouth)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-09 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Is Eddie not so afraid of him anymore?

"I was asked to," he says, a little grumpily, and crawls partway down the wall so he can focus on Eddie (spiders are somewhat short-sighted). "And you?" He catches sight of Eddie's new weapon and hums approvingly. "You're well-armed for it, I see."
no_goaway: (.............)

[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-09 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Even with Muriel's personal hang-ups with food and generally feeling like he doesn't deserve nice things, he can appreciate having something warm in his stomach after working in the cold. He warms his hands with the mug of soup for a bit before taking a sip, avoiding eye contact like it might physically hurt him.

"...someone has to do it." And, secretly, it does sort of feel nice to use his natural strength for something like this. Something that isn't going to hurt anyone. "Not like I have anything better to do here."
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[personal profile] drivenmad 2024-02-09 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Drusilla comes closer, with a sway to her hips meant to be alluring. She smiles wider at him, and says

"You don't have to stop singing. You sing with the earth and the stars, and I'd like to dance to your music."
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Magne Hikiishi (Big Sis Mag) | My Hero Academia | Existing player

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-09 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Auroras and Snowstorms
Their problems didn't start with her. Far from it. Actually, it could even be said that she had managed to solve some of their existing problems, completely by accident. By creating a different problem.

Magne can be found, therefore, either out at the front lines of Jean's little security force, using her Quirk to yoyo people onto and off of the battlefield and keeping them behind her when they end up injured, reducing casualties exponentially, or else at the Oak & Iron, performing her regular duties as barmaid and bouncer when the occasion requires. Tensions get high sometimes, nobody can really be blamed, she's just there to put someone down hard if she really needs to.

Which is easy, when you're built like someone that's spent their entire life fighting on the street and hauling around a weapon that weighs easily as much as a large man.

Famine and Famine
Magne is used to going without. More than a decade of living lean has made her less likely to care overly much about her hunger, and she'd already been living less than hand to mouth since arriving at the Oak & Iron. She didn't know what she wanted to do with herself outside of having gotten a job there, and it wasn't until very recently that she actually began to consider that there even was something else for her.

Rather than lamenting a lack of food, therefore, she's doing what she can to make sure that anyone coming by the inn has at least something in their bellies, be it in the form of the stone soup that Palmer had gotten together and others were trying to supplement, or more commonly, in the form of beer, ale, liquor, whatever they could feasibly offer.

A heavy mug is placed in front of a new face, its contents steaming.

"Here, on the house. Something to warm you up a little before the next wave."

News and Bulletins
There is a bulletin board in the town center. It has some such delightful missives as a signup for local levy to help bolster the Enforcers' ability to protect the village's non-combatant population, advertisements for some of the newer shops and services that have gone up around town, and most recently, a flier with an attached interest sheet for FIGHT CLUB. This latter is what she'll be inspecting after a few days of having left it up in between bouts of heavy snow. She's bundled up against the cold as much as she can be, and is peering up at it with some satisfaction. Even a couple of names is better than none.

A notepad comes out of a pocket of the long green skirt that flaps against her legs in the wind, and she writes the comments down to be addressed when they actually get this show on the road.

The Wildest Card
Do you want to meet Magne just kind of out and about? Perhaps you were yanked around by her Magnetism during battle and have some questions! Perhaps you've seen her at the Oak, flirting about to keep spirits up! Maybe you've seen her with César when he comes and goes! Whatever the case may be, she is fully available for chatting.
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/ed voice CHICKENS, EDDIE

[personal profile] 300kgbackpack 2024-02-10 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Sam is having a time of it lately. He hasn't risked visiting, not wanting to get any of his problems on someone else, especially after Freeman's already been involved, but with a break in the weather he does want to check in. Which means he's trudging up the path, flicking the little charm he'd given the man on his way past, with a small delivery of what one of the other farmholds could spare of feed for the chickens.

"Hey yo Eds!" he calls out from porch, glancing in through a crack in a window shutter, then moving on toward the chickens' run to see if Eddie is over there.
hellsinger: (Yhelm)

Rough Time

[personal profile] hellsinger 2024-02-10 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
The doors creak open, and a tall, skinny, borderline emaciated figure makes its way in on clawed, two-toed feet, black talons clicking on the floor underfoot. music follows her, drifting on the breeze that blows in through the open door. It stays distant as dark eyes pan about the temple, and a clawed hand rests on top of the etched, horned skull slung at her hip.

The greeting is met with quiet regard, the trio of her eyes taking him at a glance. One of her tattered wings flicks a bit of accumulated frost away, to evaporate with the warmth of the fire.

This, dear Degas, is a demon in the flesh. There seems to be a lot of those around lately, doesn't there?
Edited 2024-02-10 01:36 (UTC)
lovinglefthand: (nice guy first aid)

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-02-10 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought maybe I could help with sorting the eggs? And I brought treats!" He lifts the box indicatively. "Have you had any of Chris's baking yet? Everyone says it's really good!"

Although First Aid is too embarrassed to say so outright, he could really use some time spent on a job that isn't a matter of life and death for anyone. Does candling chicken eggs technically fit that description? It does not. Is it a quiet job he can do in the company of a friend? Bingo.
telekinesis_kills: (fc_trust me I'm innocent)

Famine and Famine

[personal profile] telekinesis_kills 2024-02-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a moment for him to react. He's been sitting here with his head bowed and eyes closed, because he just needs some time with less sensory input. Then he looks up, and--

"Holy shit, Magne. How the fuck did you get here?"

Listen, he knows about the dying thing -- that one has to die to be offered a place helping out here in Pumpkin Hollow. What he doesn't know is how his friend died.

[[ OOC: meme comm CR go! especially since I'm using a meme comm death to explain Danny's presence, lol ]]