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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

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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.



pineapplesalmon: (genuinely happy)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-08 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll make sure you have four legs up; mine, too." César jokes.

He looks confused when Magne starts laughing, but he realizes it's a good laugh when her arms go over his shoulders. Then, César starts laughing helplessly himself. Remembering what she said, he brings his arms up as high as he can under hers and rests his hands on the back of her shoulders.

"Officially! And apparently, I'm a very transparent man?" César knows he is; he's utterly beaming at her. "I did get you a few things for after dinner, before your bath. ... that's obvious, too, isn't it?"
tisnotthehouse: (nervous)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-04-08 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, incompatible orientations. Tarantulas has seen those before, in many different sapient societies...but he's also seen many of the different ways they manage it, even in the face of social disapproval. The method Myra chose was...especially cruel.

"It was wrong of her to lie to you like that, regardless of her reasons," he says quietly, and pats Eddie's hand, returning the comfort as best as he can. "If she'd been honest with you from the start, maybe you wouldn't have married her -- but then again, I've seen many examples of couples with similar incompatibilities that found happiness anyway. She took that choice from you -- and from herself."
iamthepyre: (Dabi009)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-04-09 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Dabi let's her, it's something he hasn't had anyone do in a while. None of the others were ever as readily physically affectionate with him. Other than maybe Twice but...that's different.

"Well now you get to, ha." Grinning Dabi just shakes his head. "Of course you two would have a bet. Better hope he does...kinda surprised he wasn't here already."
iamthepyre: (manga07)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-04-09 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah no, César, you're missing the point. Oh well, Dabi may not be that paranoid but he'll go with it all the same. Still probably closer than he should be, shifting to still be 'looming' as much as he can.

"So...how did you and Magne get to be so close? Not many people back home gave her the time of day. Seems the exact opposite here." Good for her. That's where Dabi is more paranoid, however. He wants to believe that this place is better for both of them but he also knows not to get his hopes too high.
pineapplesalmon: (no time for debate)

brief mention of Argentine history

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-09 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Completely sailing over his head, although the closeness does at least make him a little uncomfortable.

The way Dabi asks that does cause a flicker of pain for César—and it takes him a moment to find his words because his mind explodes with a million different ways to answer that question. "... We see each other for who we are, and we listen to each other when we talk. It's honestly been a bit of a whirlwind up until now, our closeness accelerated to where we would've gotten to eventually, just not so quickly."

He stirs a bit, making a face to show he's still thinking. "... There's no archiac laws here forcing Magne to jump through impossibly expensive and unwanted hoops to prove she's herself like in Japan. The culture follows. Here, her name is her legal name in Pumpkin Hollow. Without question."

César pauses and taps the spatula for a moment, then places it on a spoon rest. He closes his hands. When he opens them, there's a Magnolia blossom, same as the one Magne now wears in her hair. Answers the question of where she got hers from.

"... in a world filled with magic, gender's one of the least confusing things in the world." He's quiet, staring down at the blossom with a soft smile. "So Magne was able to easily get a job, one where her strength is considered an asset. And she was on shift my first night after arriving. Magne went out of her way to welcome me like she did everyone else. She paid me a compliment, and I paid her one right back, then made sure she knew I meant it. And soon we were talking about everything. Things accelerated a few days later due to... external events."

He puts the blossom down on the counter, then goes back to working on reheating the dinner, making sure nothing burns, his voice getting harsher as he continues speaking, although not directed at Dabi. "... but first, as for why it was so easy for me to accept her? Family history. Dad's Argentine; he had to flee for his life because he dared to protest people had the right not to be tortured and murdered by their own government. Landed in Mexico City. My parents met, got married, and had me. Much later on, my baby brother. We both exist because of injustice, making it impossible to ignore. And equally impossible to ignore was the fact I only exist because my father's family had influential connections and wealth. And they used a part of that wealth to help me connect and care for the world rather than seek to control it. Which I easily could have done."

César's eyes flick up to Dabi, and there's tightly controlled rage in them. "... The more I hear from Magne, the more I wish to scream and tear the entire damned system down for all it's done to her and everyone else." He looks back down and forces himself to breathe. "... but for now, with my limited resources here, I'm letting myself revel in the fact Magne has a chance."

A beat, and then a snort, his voice lightening just slightly. "... sorry. That's like. Half the story. I have very strong opinions, and Magne's only made them stronger."
batteryacid: (E)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-04-09 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I wouldn't have married her, or maybe I would. If she needed safety. But... it's the fact that she lied. The fact that she assumed..." Eddie sighs. He briefly covers Tarantulas's hand with his own, after that pat, and gives it a light squeeze before letting go. "People can't build a relationship on lies. It's going to break down eventually... and, only speaking for myself, I know I got hurt in the breakdown."

"It was wrong of Prowl to put all the blame on you. If he was always so sure he was right, it must have been easy to just go along with what he decided, especially if you wanted to please him. And... from my experience... when you want to keep someone happy with you, when they are that opinionated and certain, you generally avoid challenging the things they say. To keep them happy. Even if there's another part of you that says 'this doesn't feel right'... you squash it down so that everybody gets along."
inaurate: (this is it boys this is war)

[personal profile] inaurate 2024-04-09 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't studied them in a formal capacity, but I consider myself a lifelong admirer." Claude smiles, charmed by her obvious passion. "I'd love to hear more about your studies sometime.

Claude had also focused on the most practical information first-- food and safety. What he can eat, what might try to eat him... always good to know where you are in the food chain, whether it's the literal one or a more metaphorical social chain.

He's fine allowing the conversation to lull into the comfortable silence of two people working separately, near one another. Another quiet presence, the faint scratch of pen against paper-- it reminds him of sneaking into library at Garreg Mach late at night, before everything went wrong. He pushes the bittersweet memory away-- there's too much to do here, so much to learn. A new community, a new world that he has to adjust to if he's going to figure out how to keep moving towards his dream. He absently twirls the pen between his fingers as he reads a text explaining the domains of the goddesses and the demons, mind moving too fast for his fingers to stay still even when they have nothing to write.
sistermagnetic: (smiles)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-10 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She was like this with those that allowed it and Dabi had never turned her down, or seemed particularly uncomfortable. She knows that really it's just tolerance rather than enjoyment, but it doesn't change that he still lets her get away with it, and that she doesn't take it too far regardless.

It's a little sobering to think that her friends were in some kind of limbo when she was here more or less living it up. Maybe they're just having a harder time talking the goddesses around to letting them in...

"We'll just have to keep an open bed for him."
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-11 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Your actions speak volumes." Magne draws one arm back and cups her hand at César's jaw, kissing his lips lightly and just lingering there for a moment. "I can't wait to see. It's been years since I've had a full and proper bath."

She might have joked about him joining her, but she doesn't want him to get the wrong idea when it comes to her own expectations for their evening.
pineapplesalmon: (warm and loving)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-11 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
César returns the gentle kiss. But then she says that, and his eyes widen slightly before they soften again. His next kiss is gentle and reassuring, his smile turned tender.

"It's a big, claw foot tub, and I cleaned it earlier today. And the hot water now lasts for both a short shower and a proper bath." Because she's Japanese. "Good soap and hair products. Also, spoiler: one of your presents is a nicely floral scented bath oil. One of their top sellers among the other ladies here."

Don't worry, Magne. He has the absolute right idea. Which is the only idea now that he knows how long it's been for her. "The downstairs half-bath's plumbing works just fine now, and I've got things to keep me busy, so you can take as long as you'd like without being bothered."
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-11 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wonder if we should be the ones to invent the retractable showerhead," she muses, knowing that she at the very least would like that sort of thing for cleaning up.

The little tease about her other gifts that were just waiting for her up there earns an excited little wiggle in place and a glance upward, but she contains herself for now, trying to focus on supper for the time being. She does give him another squeeze and a kiss, her hands both on his jaw and lightly squishing his face as she plants another kiss on his forehead before drawing back again.

"If I fall asleep up there, you can come get me."
theresalwaystheview: (serious)

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-04-11 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
With everything put right around the bathroom Bart finally steps back again, and his hands twist together in front of himself. He looks pretty pleased with the work that he's managed to do now that he's finished. "Of course, that fully depends on them being willing to let those of us that can, or that want to learn, do it in the first place," he replies, before stepping back out into the hall leading back out toward the main dining room.
pineapplesalmon: (a gentle moment)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-11 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"They do have hand showers; I'm planning to get one installed later once I have a money reserve built up." ... César's just going to get it sooner because Magne wants it, too.

His laugh at the wiggle is muffled by the kiss, and he squeezes back. Even when his cheeks are squished, his joy is bright.

"If that happens, I'll have you know I am a champion of loudly knocking on doors. My brother used to read on the toilet for half an hour, and it'd always make him shriek."

He walks over to the stove, adds some olive oil to the pan, and sets it on a burner before turning it on to high heat. They keep talking as they cook the food, punctuated by moments of laughter and kisses, both stolen and freely given. César works Magne through all the steps, taking equal turns cooking the meal. It feels natural and fun.

Everything goes into one pan. The venison is seared and the vegetables added. The stock made and the saffron soaked ahead of time brings everything to a boil. Less saffron than he'd usually put in, but still enough. The rice is spread in a thin, even layer, and everything simmers to cook until the rice absorbs almost all the liquid. The salmon is added, too, and everything continues on low until the rice is al dente. Another couple minutes at high heat to create a crunchy rice crust on the bottom. Finally, another five minutes, and dinner with plenty of leftovers is served.

It's the first time César's had a proper full meal since he got here. He could almost cry. They get to eat at his dining table in a completely normal moment. Completely ordinary. And it's wonderful.

He loves her.
nothingbadeverhappensto: (huh)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-12 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that makes sense," Leon admits, following Bart out into the hall. "I get weird about people coming in to repair the wiring in my apartment - I don't imagine that's less of a thing for people whose wiring is in themselves."

It doesn't occur to Leon that he notably doesn't get weird about people - like Bart - trying to help him out with his injuries, but something about the idea of being a robot and having someone else get in there just sounds more intimate and risky to him. Maybe that's a fallacy, but he's not really thinking about it that hard.
theresalwaystheview: (careful regard)

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-04-12 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think perhaps it would be akin to an invasive surgery. Such things weren't exactly common in my time anymore, it was all done endoscopically by machines rather than by hand. I think perhaps I would be quite horrified, myself to require the same kind of intervention that seems to be required when self-repair protocols aren't adequate or favorable." Because he knows First Aid has mentioned something like that, the last time Bart expressed some worry about him.
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"You really are a big brother," she teases him, nudging her arm up against his before they return back to their supper. She lingers to watch the way that he does it, paying careful attention to try and remember it all for the next time they might try and make it. The kisses exchanged are a pleasant distraction.

It smells divine, and Magne is pleased to dig in when it's done with only a brief pause to put her hands together before absolutely wolfing it down. She has to stop herself when she's started to really get full just to be able to have more for taking to work with her.

"Aaaah [I think I definitely need a nap after this]," she sighs, laying back against the back of her chair, her hands over her stomach. She beams at César across the table, clearly pleased. She stands after a moment to simply languish, intent on helping to clean up after the meal before she headed up to take her bath.

Of course, she pauses to kiss the top of his head in passing before he can stand in kind. RIP your hair.
pineapplesalmon: (a scientist's humor)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-13 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Through and through." He even lets her do some of the cooking since she said she wanted to learn, and he wants her to share in that joy, too.

César was writing down his family recipes for himself, but he'll make a copy for Magne, too. Watching her eat heartily brings him such great joy. This is why he's going to be a farmer. For Magne... and for everyone else.

He's beaming right back back at her, resting his elbow on the table and his cheek on his loose fingers. "[You're not the only one. I'm definitely headed for a "food coma" soon.]"

When Magne rises, César reaches for his water to finish it off. He doesn't get a chance to look up before she's pressing a kiss to his hair. César bursts into warm, radiating laughter, because that was sneaky.

"[I suppose it's late enough that you can mess with my hair as you please!]"
Edited (I know what third and first person pronouns are I SWEAR) 2024-04-13 05:48 (UTC)
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-13 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"[If it weren't for it being luxurious bath time I might have you come in with me so I can wash all the pomade out of it]," she jokes, reaching over and dragging her fingers through it to undo it just that little bit more. She trails the touch down the back of his neck, but leaves it at that as she rinses her dishes. She'd let him follow along to at least give the rest of his promised surprises before she disappeared into the bathroom for the rest of the evening, at least.
pineapplesalmon: (gently smiling)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-14 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
César goes to retort back, but Magne immediately takes the opportunity to run her hand through his hair and then down his neck. The retort dies and he simply breathes in as his head and neck tingle. And he's just left there in a bit of awe for a very long moment before he remembers he's suppose to be doing something besides sitting there.

He chugs his water (a skill learned because of chugging water) and takes up his plate. The dishes are cleaned and the leftovers are put away. Then there's a relatively quick but promised tour of the place, where he goes over what he still needs to do. She even gets to see the dusty attic with all of its halfway done projects. Three bedrooms, with the master suite César actually took for himself, joking that he's finally spoiling himself a little (it's less a joke than it really should be).

"And here's your present." César opens up one of the many closets and pulls out a literal soapbox, more like a soap crate, grinning wide as he offers it to Magne to open. "I got you a soapbox."

Even from the outside, there's a soft floral scent coming from it. When opened, it becomes obvious why: everything else in the box is surrounded by a bed of pink Japanese magnolia blossoms. They surround a set of two keys, two cat-faced shaped knuckle dusters with pointy ears that fit her hands, and the small vial of bathing oil he had mentioned. Resting against the keys is a business sized card turned vertical, in Japanese tategaki format, that addresses the present to Hikiishi Magne from the Katakana form of Salazar César with a little "Happy Valentine's Day!" in Pumpkin Hollow's native language at the end.

"Mairi taught me how to make them."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-16 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Leon nods along with that, frowning thoughtfully. "Makes sense," he says. "And downgraded or not, that's probably still really complicated machinery keeping them going. Even if it weren't for the weirdness of it, it'd be hard to trust just anyone to try to fix that."

Pretty much like expecting someone who'd never seen a human before to do invasive surgery, like Bart said. Even if they were the best veterinary surgeon or whatever in the world beforehand, it'd be a hard sell for sure.

"Still. Hope they can trust someone around here to help put them back together if they come apart. It's hard trying to do everything by yourself."
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-04-16 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)

At the mention of laundry, Lev laughs—he's got a little more experience with the old-fashioned way of dealing with a limited wardrobe (cotton or linen layer between one's body and the heavy outer stuff that's tricky to wash and heavy when wet), but he's still found the lack of washing machines to be difficult.

"Nu, it's not too terrible," he says. "Except for like, the part where someone else has to done my laundry for me and then I feel bad about it, since nu, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's the fact I'm too crippled to do it without electricity." He shrugs. "Not the easiest thing to feel useless about, but far from the worst."

When Leon holds the door open for him, Lev's instinct is to giggle, but he just about suppresses it, not wanting to seem like he's mocking his new friend. So instead he smiles, and bobs a shallow bow towards Leon.

"I thank thee," he says, and walks through the door, "where prefer'st thou to sit? The barstools, I fear I may overbalance on them, but some people," he shrugs, "nu, some people, they don't like to be closed in, in the booths."

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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-16 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, wherever you're most comfortable," says Leon. His main thing when it comes to choosing seating arrangements is liking to be able to see all the entrances and exits - which started life as an affectation after watching too many gunslinger movies and rapidly became entirely justified after Raccoon City - but there's booths that fulfill that particular criteria. "But thanks for the concern."

Wherever Lev chooses to take a seat, he'll follow, willing to relax his usual seating requirements just a little in light of the fact that he's likely not the only one keeping his eyes out for trouble in a place like this. Once they're both settled, he flags down a barmaid and orders a bourbon on the rocks, before nodding to Lev.

"Pick your poison. My treat."
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-04-16 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)

Lev does choose a booth where it's not too hard to see most of the entry/exit points—as in, all the ones he's aware of. He's not too certain that the Oak & Iron doesn't have any funny business going on regarding secret passageways, hidden doors and emergency exits disguised to look like bookcases or anything like that. There are many ways to come by a healthy paranoia about being able to get the fuck out of dodge—Lev came by his during the Revolution.

Once he and Leon have both taken a seat, Lev leans against the back of the booth and stretches his legs out as far as he's able.

To Leon's prompt, he first says, "mashke," then remembers where he is, and apologetically tells the barmaid, "uh, like, any distilled grain liquor common here, nu? Shnaps if such things exist here. And a pint of shandygaff, if thou would'st be so good."

He's uncertain what the Oak & Iron has as far as liquor goes, but he's drunk various combinations of beer and soft drinks here before. But truth be told, he misses distilled spirits, and he's tired enough to have momentarily forgotten he's not at home.

"Thanks," he says to Leon. "I ... I rather need a drink. Given, nu, everything."

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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"No problem," Leon says, nodding to the barmaid as she heads off to retrieve their drinks. "And same here, if maybe not for the same reasons. I got here yesterday and the... everything's kind of a lot to take in."

Even putting aside the existential questions about being dead or near-dead, there's just a lot of adjustment to do about how weird everything is here. Lots of things he assumed were true everywhere are not here, in ways that he never expected to have to question, ranging from 'everyone I will ever hold a conversation with will be human' to 'magic isn't real' to, well. The whole thing about there being more genders than he thought there were. He's getting the hang of swallowing his skepticism, but it's still giving him a lot to think about.

"Anyway. Like I said, sorry for making assumptions. You don't have to explain anything to me you don't feel like, you don't owe me anything like that, but if you want to I'll do my best to listen."
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[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-04-16 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)

Lev cocks his head to one side, listening as Leon talks; he makes sympathetic noises regarding everything here is so strange.

Once Leon's done, Lev smiles, and says, "No need to apologise! And, like, I'd like to explain, nu? Uhm. I mean like, this place, it has been an adjustment for me, too. People here, so many of them are awfully plain. Most are nu, shaped like thee and me? All the time, apparently," at this, he pauses and shudders, as though the idea of being human-shaped all the time is distasteful.

Lev takes a deep breath.

"So, like, anyway," he says, "I mean, I guess it's unusual where I come from, too? Not so much like, being a cultivar, the fact I desire not to cease being the thing I was expected to be." He pauses, realises he's rather talking around the issue, and squeezes the bridge of his nose. He has a script for how these conversations go, and the current situation is enough off-script to make it difficult.

"When I was born, well, nu. My family assumed I was going to grow up to be a man," he finally says. "And I didn't, nu? Not the way they expected. But I'm not like, just a woman. I guess like, I'm both? At different times, to different people. I'm a man to my husband, I'm a man to—" he pauses, and blushes, and when he speaks again, he's mumbling, suddenly shy, "I'm a man to other men who're ... hothouse flowers. Not heterosexual. But I'm a woman to other women, especially if they're nu, like me? Women by choice."

He bites his lip, carefully looking at the table and not at Leon. No need to add the stress of eye contact to the situation.