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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

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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

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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

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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.



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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Good girl, Jean thinks, and that thought is so incredibly warm. They pull back away from Ryja and just admire her, not sparing a glance for anyone who might have wandered by via freak coincidence. Their breath steams in the chill air.

...

"....On your knees," Jean orders. "Present to me. I'm keeping you as long as I can, I've been so lonely without my partners and you're...very fun. You'll warm my bed, and we'll talk the days away. Agreed?"
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-04 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Leon has the good graces to look embarrassed about this whole thing, at least, nodding along as he takes in the explanation.

"Gotcha, sorry. You must get pretty tired of explaining all that, huh?" It's not something he can relate to on a lot of fronts, but there's a certain familiarity to the exhaustion inherent to having an FAQ ready to go just for existing. "And nah, you don't have to worry about that. I'm more of a knife guy anyway."

He offers a hand to shake, preparing himself to not get weird about it.

"Leon S. Kennedy. It's good to meet you, Angel."
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-04 03:19 am (UTC)(link)

Over Ryja turns, bumping her ankle against the ground with a little squeak of delight. Ass in the air, and isn't it just fantastic? Soft, round, thick, but the muscle is there, underneath, strong and healthy. Her thighs could crush someone's head!

And oh, she wishes she could just say yes, without caveat. But that would not be fair, would it? To River and Tara? "Mm, we may have to talk about what that means, I am not unattached, but, that, later. Tomorrow. For tonight? Yes."

Her hands are behind her, pulling her cheeks wide for Jean, showing off her tight asshole. Notably she has no bunny tail. Just the ears. Viera do not have tails, no matter how many rumors one hears about it.

Edited 2024-03-04 03:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course. We can talk after I cook you breakfast, warrior. But for right now..." Jean leans in, kissing Ryja's asscheek, groaning in anticipation. They've been waiting, and now, oh, now they're going to melt this rabbit until Jean can't take not reaching their own peak anymore. The wild thought occurs to them that the docks are sacred to Kora; they hope their chosen manager doesn't take offense to her holy place being used this way...

...But they aren't going to stop.

"For right now, my name is Jean. So you know who to say you belong to."

They kiss Ryja's asshole, tenderly, almost romantically, and then they bury their face in her ass to feast.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-04 03:43 am (UTC)(link)

She probably should have expected that, at least, considering. In her defense, she's absolutely flooded with pleasure and need. Her claws dig into the ground, not deep, as she shivers. This isn't new, either, but even rarer. But worked up like she is, it feels so good, and she almost sprawls over the ground... but she's keeping herself spread for them, which entails a certain amount of keeping her position.

The way her nails claw into her ass is very nice, though. "Thank you, J-ean!" Their tongue makes her gasp out their name with a shiver.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Their lips pop off with a satisfied sound; they place their fingers on Ryja's null, pressing, rubbing that sensitive spot where nothing is. "What are you thanking me for, warrior?" Jean demands, before they bury their tongue in Ryja's asshole, tonguefucking her with every sign of enthusiasm while they finger her bitten, blank flesh.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-04 03:59 am (UTC)(link)

Oh that hurts so absolutely good. "Thank, mmphhm!" Nope, that attempt fails, one of their fingers caught a tooth mark and Ryja's brain shut down for a moment. "Ah! Thank you for, showing me who I belong to, Jean!" It's actually hard for her to string words together, right now, each motion of their tongue and their fingers interrupting her thought process.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jean rewards that with a squeeze of their fingers, not interrupting their need to eat rabbit ass for even a second. They have stamina and, more importantly, enthusiasm, every sound from Ryja encourages them to keep going...

Which means it's long minutes before Jean, with a tired jaw, pulls away and asks the question Ryja has already realized, concern in their breathless voice: "...Warrior, am I doing something wrong, or can you not...orgasm?"
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-04 04:08 am (UTC)(link)

She's a mess, by then, mask so askew she can't see through it, one hand supporting her on the ground while the other keeps her spread. The question takes a couple seconds to process, before she manages to, a tiny bit sheepishly, manages to reply. "I do not, aha, think I can, no, even though, I hoped. But, it is still, mm, good." She's panting so heavily between words.

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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"...I see. Unfortunate, but if you're enjoying yourself..." Jean slaps that luscious ass, marveling at how the flesh ripples beneath the impact. "On your back. Play with your breasts for me, warrior. Your...heaving breasts..."

The sound of a belt buckle being undone.

Pants, dropping.
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-04 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
“You, too. Really, I’m not mad or nothing. And you were really, really polite.”

The hand that shakes is, as one might expect, pretty cool. Not clammy at all, though.

“Us newcomers vary a lot. You’d be shocked at how many times I’ve gotten to be the one to explain it’s okay to be openly and enthusiastically queer here.”
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-03-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)

Back over, hitting the ground a little hard because all of that Viera grace has been used up not falling over while they destroyed her ass with their tongue. Not that she minds, even a little. She brings her breasts together, one hand pinching each nipple, hard. And the sound of their belt buckle? She wishes she'd adjusted her mask, but she was too excited to obey. Now she can't see it! She shivers in anticipation, anyway.

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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-04 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
He really can't.

César blinks then laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck. "... damnit, I'm obvious. But she is, too. We just haven't said it."
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-03-04 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, Eddie asked Erik to kill him, he doesn't get to veto it if I ask you to do the thing. But it is worth talking about with people."

There's not...bitterness there, but there's something.
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[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-03-04 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Surprise~" Dabi grinned, waving his hands a bit as he dropped his spoon. "Got to reveal it to the old man and showed the rest of the world his dirty laundry." There's a sort of far off look to his eyes when he thinks about the last moments he currently remembers.

He'd done so much more than just air some dirty laundry. He'd apparently brought his family together against him. Imagine that. To think they had tried to stop him to save that trashfire of a human being, Enji Todoroki. It was sickening. Instead of letting him have his revenge they ganged up with all their ice powers to stop him from getting what he felt he was owed.
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[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-03-04 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? Huh, knew one of those back home. He was shorter than you...older too. Definitely don't look like the 'mad scientist' type." There's a sort of unimpressed glance as Dabi shifts so that they can be facing one another, hands resting on nonexistant hips.

"But I guess what ever gets you by, huh?" At least that seemed to mean that Magne wasn't gonna go hungry anytime soon. Good. They had to deal with lack of food enough back home. Dabi was proof enough of that, though to be fair he also needed way more in the way of calories than the others did. Yay for high metabolism.
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-03-04 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
The kiss is open, easy, she can feel the breath pass between them. She likes being able to support him there easily between her arms and the wall.

Meeting his eyes, the smile on her face over his excitement at being lifted up softens, the question getting real consideration there's a measure of trepidation as she debates how to explain the actual why of her reticence to let him touch any lower than her sides. While she's sure that he would probably take the ticklish excuse, she doesn't want to lie to him. So she shrugs his arms a little more securely up on her shoulders and rests her forehead against his.

"I like this, with your hands there over my shoulders. I can explain better later when I'm not starving though."

Easier to put it off for a little bit longer.
Edited 2024-03-04 12:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed." Yeah Jean is not gonna wade into those emotional thorns, they don't know Angel well enough for that. "...Though there is also the option of trying to come in after an unrelated death, now that I, hahaha, ha, ha...think of it...it may be better in practical terms, but much harder to, as it were, arrange."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-04 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
What the fuck. The distant radio announcer voice seguing into - what is that, a harpsichord? - isn't quite enough to distract Leon from his task of trying to stab the giant scorpion, but the sudden downpour that follows and the way the thing melts away like a sand sculpture stops him cold, and he stands there staring at the spot where it had been for a moment before turning to look at the smoker at the table properly.

"Did you do that?" he asks, too baffled to be impressed exactly but clearly having some kind of moment.
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-04 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"The cliff notes of the story I gave Magne is that my parents went to great lengths to socialize me, and we are all very grateful for that." César laughs, shrugging a shoulder to check the range of motion. "Had they not done that, my Earth wouldn't be Earth anymore. Or be remotely worthy of Magne. And I certainly wouldn't know a single thing about farming."

That comment about Earth is apparently not a hyperbole, as casually as he says it. César puts his hands together towards Dabi. Subject change time.

"Anyways! What's your exact experience level with dance?"
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2024-03-04 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hahahaha, ha! Ha! It's been a bit of a time yes!" The stranger hits the ground, turning their head to examine the battlefield. "But you're impeding the defense, comrade! We're trying to funnel them into the levy!"

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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-04 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon considers the offer for a second - on the one hand, he feels like maybe he should be on high alert next to someone who just admitted to being a necromancer, but on the other he doesn't actually know what necromancy entails and should probably try not to come across as super standoffish about it immediately if he wants to find out. Also, after the day he's had he could really use a drink. He nods.

"Sure, thanks. Lead the way."
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[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone 2024-03-04 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
River finally reads the letter, re-reads it, swears At Some Length, and then offers it to Angel while she pinches the bridge of her nose. "...You had the right idea, Eddie," she says at last. "We don't need a manhunt in the town, especially when we don't know if the perpetrators even survived what sounds like an incredibly shit decision. But if they did..."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-03-04 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm kind of getting that impression." Leon agrees, grimacing slightly. Figures he'd have the kind of near death experience that drops him in the middle of even more weird monster outbreaks instead of, like, having a cryptic conversation with his dead mom surrounded by white fluffy clouds or something.

So it goes, though.

"That sounds more like my job back home, though, yeah. Not that I want to assume I'm up to the task sight unseen, but it sounds like something I should look into. This Agent Jean - they work here too?" he asks, nodding towards the building. "Or should I look for them somewhere else?"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-03-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
“Good question. They spend some time out to sea each month with the fishing vessel Mipha’s Grace, but I know the ship and its crew were in port for Merrymeet. You could leave a message for them here or show up to the training grounds.”

Cerrit glances over his shoulder at the streets, as if just checking there’s nothing going funky right now.

“Others work on comms, medical, logistical end for the levy, in addition to their day jobs.”