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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.



actuallyawolf: (wolf blep)

[personal profile] actuallyawolf 2024-02-28 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
She sticks out her tongue, and then turns away, dropping into her wolf shape as she leaves.
iamthepyre: (006)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-28 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine, Dabi doesn't know where he's from or what his world is like.

Raising an eyebrow at the bird, Dabi just shrugs. "Not exactly one to sign up for...stuff?" Not to mention that really doesn't sound like his deal. "Thanks for the help."
iamthepyre: (009)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-28 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
The warmth in César's voice definitely doesn't go unnoticed. It's like an ice pick in Dabi's chest for a moment. Magne was loved and accepted here, what right did he have coming along and very possibly ruining something that was so good for her? He falters in his steps, mind lost in doubt. He should turn around, tell the guy to forget he had seen him. Threaten him not to tell Magne he'd seen Dabi.

Something.

But he can't. The whole League had missed her. Twice had suffered and blamed himself for so long, Dabi had hated that he hadn't been there to protect her and the others. He needed to see her well and safe. Happy.

"Hm," The grunt was all he could really manage. He had a lot of things he wanted to say but for now it'd just have to wait. He'd be making sure whoever this César guy was that he was good enough for Magne, after he got to see her that is.
iamthepyre: (Dabi009)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-28 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting at the bar, Dabi doesn't take up as much space as he typically would. For once he didn't want to draw as much attention to himself, he wanted to have a little more privacy with this reunion.

"Oh trust me," There's a small bark of a laugh. "He definitely didn't get away with that shit. Tomura turned his whole operation inside out and in the end...well we got revenge for you and Compress' arm. Just cost Overdick everything, including his quirk."
pineapplesalmon: (a long explanation)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-28 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Threatening César would not stop him from telling her. You know it wouldn't. It's too late.

César keeps it at that for now. He's given Dabi the information he needs for the moment. The rest he can get later, likely a lot of it from Magne herself. And seeing her here will be worth more than a thousand words....

He speaks again and points at a building as they make the last turn. "I expect your shovel talk later. For now: that's the Oak & Iron."
Edited (He wants to make sure Dabi remembers to threaten him for... reasons. :)) 2024-02-28 04:47 (UTC)
iamthepyre: (009)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-28 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Look, he could dream alright?

Looking at the building and the entrance, Dabi stared for a good long moment. Blue eyes wide as he slowly lowered his gaze to the door. Shifting from foot to foot he stops as he moves to open the door only to look at César.

"That is definitely a talk we'll be having...later." He nods before, sort of like ripping off a bandaid, he swings the door open and almost freezes when he sees her. She looks so much better than he had ever seen her back home. Now seeing her however, all hesitation is gone as he strides in with purpose.
pineapplesalmon: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-28 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
César will give him that.

He nods back to Dabi, accepting the terms. Reunion first. Shovel (cremation?) talk later.

Deciding he should run some interference to make sure that they are mostly uninterrupted, César waits until Magne's got Dabi in a hug before he walks in and closes the door behind him to keep the cold air out.
Edited (oops I needed more space. a single space. before the link.) 2024-02-28 05:31 (UTC)
sistermagnetic: (talk)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-28 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Word around the Oak & Iron is that there are men looking to go out and do a full and proper survey of the outlying woods. Maybe if you went along with them you could learn more of it yourself and act as security detail. I'm sure they would appreciate the help," she offers as an alternative. They've also got hunters out there, but they all seem like solitary folks.
sistermagnetic: (Default)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-28 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
While she had been reticent when it came to the idea of wearing lingerie in general, teasing a bit about the idea of something that he would get to see later feels natural. A nice leadup. Something to make him all rubbery in the knees with the anticipation.

César has forgotten that he's still wearing his coat apparently, and upon making that request, he'll find himself with her hands sliding under it to push it from his shoulders to fall as he sees fit. At the same time she steps forward, using those hands to ease him up against that bare wall and, rather than simply trapping him there, bends and hooks her hands around the backs of his legs and lifts him with his weight back resting against the wall behind him. And then as soon as she's got him balanced there with her knee under him and his legs around her waist, she arranges his arms over the top of her shoulders.

"How's that?"
pineapplesalmon: (a gentle moment)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-02-28 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
They figure out how to make it work for them. César very much thinks lingerie is overrated. Women look great fully clothed, too.

Magne reaches under César's coat and starts to yank it up. His sputter transitions into laughter, and he starts struggling out of the sleeves just in time to be picked up. César lets out a surprised gasp and his legs cling around her waist automatically. She's so strong, and the movement helps César get back to himself. God, her arms, her knee.

With great effort, he manages to throw his coat off to the side so Magne can arrange his arms. César laughs, delighted, eyes full of admiration. But he's also looking at her.

"It's amazing." César only has to lean forward slightly to kiss her, although not for as long as he'd like, but Magne needs to be able to breathe. "You're amazing."

The reason why he's kept his wits about him is because he's been thinking through that kiss. He wraps his arms around the other. Again, he leans forward, but to kiss her forehead, then leans back to gently regard her.

"So I for now, I should keep my hands to your arms, back, and above and around your shoulders, then?" César asks seriously with only love in his face, not minding at all if the answer is yes: it's why he's asking in the first place.
sistermagnetic: (grimace)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-28 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Dabi would get back to normal eventually, she's sure, but for now it really is strange not to see him spread out and lounging to take up as much space as possible with his skinny limbs and long coat akimbo. He looks so much smaller in simple, normal peasants' clothes. It reminds her of her efforts to try and make sure that he, and the rest of them, actually ate enough to keep going. They could all get so distracted from it and forget how to make relatively decent food on their absolutely miniscule budget.

A bowl of soup that's held up mostly by western sweet potato and offal thanks to the shortage is put down in front of him, though something tells her that it will probably need to be reheated before he touches it.

She opens her mouth to immediately reply that, good, he shouldn't have his power if he was just going to use it to treat his underlings like shit, but an offhand part of what he says hits her belatedly.

"What about Compress' arm?" There is already murder in the set of her jaw. They'd been briefed on Chisaki's abilities before Jin had brought the man to them for the meeting. If he really had used Overhaul on one of her people...
iamthepyre: (004)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-02-29 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry Magne, he'll get back to it in time. Right now he just wants to draw less attention to himself. It'll be nice when he can get a replacement coat that's for sure.

The bowl of food does get eyed, he'll probably eat later. For now he wants to talk to her.

"Yeah," He sighs, rubbing at his face. "After you went down apparently Compress tried to attack too. He survived but he lost his arm. In the end...Tomura dusted one of his guys but still worked with him. Had his own agenda of course. After the heroes caught Overhaul we stopped the transport and decided to take his hands. Shigaraki decayed on while compress...well did what he does. He got a nice mechanical arm out of it in the end, but there's no replacing you." There's a moment where he picks at his sleeve, a stray thread catching his attention.
immortaldemonsoul: (eyebeams)

[personal profile] immortaldemonsoul 2024-02-29 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"What smell?" This said with a small smile, a joke to set her benefactor at ease. Ellarinne has certainly endured much worse.

"You have my thanks." She holds out her hand, palm up, for the cloth, but once its in her grasp her movements are sure and unhesitant as she wraps it around her head and ties it in place, easily avoiding both her ears and horns. She clearly has a great deal of practice at these motions.

Once the knot has been made an acid-green glow, in the shape of two eyes, appears behind the blindfold, and she glances Deirdre up and down with interest. "You are also quite striking, if you don't mind my speaking so boldly. Had we met on my world I would wonder if you had any dragon's blood about you."
magistrixcaligo: (Default)

[personal profile] magistrixcaligo 2024-02-29 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wrong D word in the lineage, dear." Deirdre offers her hand, as a lady should. "Deirdre, proprietress and operator of this marina. My very great pleasure to welcome you."
magistrixcaligo: (Default)

[personal profile] magistrixcaligo 2024-02-29 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Deirdre's smile is a kind thing now; her genuine expressions of happiness tend to be smaller, showing less teeth, the not quite dead expression of someone who used to make herself smaller. "It sounds like quite the experience, Miss Ryja. Rare and enviable."
restingslasherface: (Default)

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
From an inner pocket, Jean retrieves the Page of Kora's Avatar. Its brightness is both gentle and intense; it is not the blinding white light of fluorescence, but a presence of light, an undeniable brightness that demands and commands attention, that seems at once blinding and achingly familiar.

"You may touch it at your own risk, comrade," Jean murmurs.
graveling: (silhouette)

[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-01 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
As Angel reaches out toward the page, a couple minor cuts on his hand from everyday farmwork light up with their own golden molten light, as if under the circumstances Jean can see what's being obscured by the dull, mundane body. The cuts don't heal, as they would at the temple or at Elsie's tree, but the light is brilliant and...you know how you can hear harmony in tones in music? The light within Angel and the light of the page do something similar, light worbling against light like ripples in the surface of water. They resonate.
nothingbadeverhappensto: (training)

Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil 4 (Remake) | Prospective player

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-01 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Out of the frying pan
    Leon's still not convinced that this place isn't some kind of fucked up construct of his dying brain, but as it turns out all the sitting in place and refusing to engage with any of this bullshit he can muster hasn't made him feel any more like he's going to wake up (or die) any faster. Begrudgingly, he follows the crowds out into the night, feeling sorely underdressed for the situation without any of his gear on him.

    What was it the mayor's assistant said about some kind of terrible curse? Leon's no big believer in magic, but he's seen enough to know that all kinds of horrible things are possible, and he's not looking forward to seeing how that pans out here. Sure, the people here seem calmer and more put together than, say, the folks back in Valdelobos, but - oh yep, there it is

    The minute the stars start to fall from the sky, Leon has his hand on a nearby steak knife left lying out on one of the tables at a nearby restaurant. He hesitates, waiting to see what the strange figures do, but as soon as the one nearest him rears back and poises its scorpion-like tail to strike, he leaps between it and anyone else nearby, brandishing the knife.

    "Get back!"
2. Into a remarkably similar frying pan
    Well, that probably wasn't the best introduction to this little community Leon possibly could've had, but it has confirmed for him that his one useful skillset is, in fact, still useful. It's with mixed feelings that he approaches the Enforcers' station - reminded both of his first wide-eyed and optimistic days at the police academy as well as that fateful night in Raccoon City, and then of being not-so-gently volunteered into military service. He thinks about the offer of building a new life here, a different one, while waiting to return to the old, and wonders if maybe he shouldn't jump back into the line of fire at the first opportunity.

    But if not him, then who? Maybe people really can't die (double die?) here, but that doesn't mean they don't need protection from all the monsters apparently roaming around. And Leon is, if nothing else, very good at putting himself between other people and danger and coming out in one piece.

    All this lengthy introspection to say, he's been standing outside the station for a good fifteen minutes now, frowning at the sign and the postings on the bulletin board thoughtfully.
3. Wildcard
    Need something else? Feel free to hop in with your own prompt!
sistermagnetic: (grimace)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-03-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
As much as she wants to talk to him as much as he'll tolerate, she also wants him to eat and feel better. She can ask him everything that she'd missed and find out just how much had gone wrong later though.

Quietly, Magne considers the information given to her. They'd gotten back at the yakuza boy for killing her and maiming Atsuhiro. As far as she's concerned, if they ruined him and his operation, then it was enough.

Well, almost enough.

"I've already had the chance to be angry about already but... I will never, ever forgive the fact that he could have undone what he did, and that he chose not to. I didn't have to- he took away my agency. I would have killed him for that myself."
somebodychildofanyone: (Default)

SORRY FOR THE DELAY AND ALSO THE SHORT TAG BUT I WILL BE STRONGER THAN THIS BLOCK

[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-02 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It's fine," River says quickly. "Angel, my guy. The cabins. Are they like the book?"
pineapplesalmon: (arms crossed)

WILDCARD: The Cremation Talk, February 16th

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-02 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
César contacts Dabi the next morning via sending stone. We can say he pointed out his little row house on the way to the Oak & Iron. He speaks seriously with vague amusement.

César here. I'm sure you have questions and demands of me. Let me know when you're available, and we can talk privately at my row house. I'd rather we get on the same page quickly, if possible.
iamthepyre: (Dabi001)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-03-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't interact with him really, didn't even know about everything until...after the fact." Sighing Dabi does glance at his food, not sure if he was even hungry in that moment. For all he was almost always hungry.

"Toga and Twice both talked about how awful he was." Shaking his head he finally decides to take a couple bites without her prompting, the last thing he wants is her fussing more right now. Not when they can be talking and shit instead. "Shit got really intense after that...like...a literal war with the heroes."
iamthepyre: (Dabi001)

woooooooo

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-03-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
The first time the thing pings at him Dabi is thoroughly confused but figures it out fine enough. At first he contemplates not answering, why should he? but he does because it's César and he's important to Magne....and Magne is important to Dabi. Damn it.

When are you around? Not like I have anything to do right now.
pineapplesalmon: (explaining his point)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-02 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Because Dabi was protective enough of her to ruin César's shirt. Magne is dear to César, and César vowed to himself that he'd do his utmost to accept any of her friends if they arrived... or after he got her somewhere safe after all of this was over.

I'm there now. I'll leave the door open.
iamthepyre: (Dabi014)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-03-02 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Look, sometimes he doesn't have that tight of a control over his flames. Especially not when people talk about someone who has been dead for who knows how long. At least half a year if not more.

He will never understand how people here can be so trusting...or at least the ones he had met so far were. First César then Angel...Magne is a given but still.

This time however he doesn't answer, he just makes his way over to César's place at a leisurely pace. He really misses his old clothes but for now the garb he showed up in is good enough.