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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

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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.



nothingbadeverhappensto: (worried)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
For his part, Leon watches Lev's expression carefully until they look away (until he looks away?) - though Leon takes the break in eye contact as a sign of discomfort rather than an attempt to ease the tension of the conversation, frowning sympathetically. As before, it takes him a second to puzzle through what he's being told, but not quite as long this time.

"Right," he says, nodding slowly as he puts the pieces together. "Someone else tried to explain something like this to me earlier? Being genderfluid, or at least not being one or the other all the time."

And he doesn't quite get it, not really, but Lev's explanation kind of makes sense? Just asking people to call him the same thing they'd call themselves, mostly. Although...

"And I mean, I'm, uh, heterosexual. But..." He takes a deep breath, and it's his turn to glance away, looking around the room to make sure no one's close or engaged enough to overhear. Mercifully everyone seems to be paying attention to their own business, so he'd better say it before he chickens out. "My family didn't... exactly expect me to grow up to be a man. But I am. So where does that leave you, when you're talking to me?"

(He is a little tripped up by the question of what other shapes would people be? But that's getting filed away as a question to ask later, once he's got the basics of how to refer to Lev out of the way.)
iamthepyre: (Manga 04)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-04-21 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dabi is stuck there for a long moment, listening. The flower catches his eye and after César puts it down, Dabi is plucking it up carefully. He turns it over in his hands a couple times, twirling it between his fingers while he listens. It's weird to hear someone outside of the League be so passionate about something like this. Sure there were heroes who liked to act passionate about helping people but look at where that got his world.

If Tomura had someone like César on his side...would they have even needed the nutsack face? Would they have needed All For One? Or Overhaul. Hell...would they have even needed simp Redestro? Something in Dabi's gut told him no. César would have been able to help him get his revenge, helped to keep Magne safe, helped Tomura take down hero society bit by bit in their own way.

"Nothing wrong with being passionate." Dabi drawled, managing to hold on to that bored expression as he shrugged. "Keep that fire, don't let it go out."

Looking back at the flower in his hands, Dabi gets a little idea that he can't help but chuckle at. Reaching up he tucks it behind César's ear before patting the guy on the shoulder with an overly warm hand. "You eat that when it's done. I can eat at the hotel, besides I gotta go find someone about getting new piercings."

Yup, this has even more convinced Dabi that César is good for Magne, she's safe with him.
iamthepyre: (Dabi009)

[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-04-21 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
There's some enjoyment there or he wouldn't tolerate it as much as he does. She just grew on him.

"Yeah, we'll just have to do that. You know if Tomura shows up he's going to hate this place? Way too many people."
pineapplesalmon: (what's happening there)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-21 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The answer is simple: if César had been there, the League could have changed the world on their own. Hero society relies too much on quirks. They wouldn't expect nanotechnology, which factors heavily into both of the plans he's started kicking around in his head. And he'd have the money to keep them housed. Magne would've been safe; most of them would have been safe.

"Don't worry, I have no plans to let it go—" César stops in confusion as Dabi places the flower, stammers, and turns red again, his anger shattering against that very smooth flirting. "But—more calories—your metabolism?" A beat. "You're... tease-flirting?"

Brain broken, Emeran hard, words incorrect.
sistermagnetic: (Default)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-22 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"True enough, but they do tend to be good about leaving you alone when you ask. And I have gone ahead and told some friends about you, so they knows that there are risks involved with not listening. They may come back, but I doubt anyone wants to be dusted."
sistermagnetic: (c:)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-24 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She will never be able to get over how easily she can render him absolutely dumbstruck with simple gestures or kind words. It both speaks volumes of his prior treatment being so lacking in those little intimacies, and in just how besotted with her he truly is. Both at once are clearly overwhelming, as they freeze him on the spot like that.

He snaps back to reality and finally does show her his new home, and she comments that she hadn't expected him to go for such a large space when it was only him living in it. But he'd told her a bit about his family and their large home, and the big spaces that he was accustomed to in general, so it seemed appropriate. Her eyebrow arches up as she surveys his unfinished projects, and comments that perhaps he should pick one up and see what kind of progress he can make on it until it's at least done as a prototype. That way he could reduce some of the clutter, and feel a little more accomplished even before he starts trying to do the actual farming thing.

When they stop at the master bedroom and he presents her gift, she stops mid-joke and just holds the box by the handles, blinking, then cracking up.

"You did, you got me a soapbox," she giggles, and moves to put it down on top of a vanity to peek inside and see just what is making that familiar smell. She calms when she sees the splayed branches of flowers around the assorted gifts, smiling even as he brow knits in faint disbelief. She picks up one of the smaller ones to tuck behind her ear, then picks out each thing in turn, the bottle first, which she un-stoppers and takes a brief whiff of. Putting it aside, she then picks up the knuckledusters, chuckling as she fits them onto her hands, curling them into fists just to test how they rest around her knuckles. Now if she can figure out how to magnetize them, she'll be even more of a threat...

The keys only take her a moment to parse what they are, and she looks back at César, eyes a little glossy with the welled tears she doesn't let fall.

"You know, I don't think you'll ever be able to out-do this," she quips, and leans to kiss him.
pineapplesalmon: (a chin touch moment)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-25 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
César never thought he'd be loved like this again, and he doesn't want to miss a moment of it, which means going quiet and freezing in place are his only options.

The more esoteric projects are still percolating in his head, he says. But he's going to focus on the furniture repair and getting all the home repairs done before farming goes full swing. Which Magne's more than welcome to help with. The idea is to have housing in case people need a place to stay. Roommates maybe, eventually.

He laughs, too. César couldn't help but find a physical manifestation of her joke. A useful, everyday reminder that he always wants to know her opinions. Watching Magne put a branch of flowers behind her ear makes César smile with delight. The scent is to her liking. The knuckledusters fit perfectly. And the keys....

César kisses her back warmly, not drawing attention to the tears she's holding back. "At least not for a little while. And this includes dance lessons for Merrymeet, too. And one last thing, although it's kinda stuck here for now until you have somewhere for it."

He moves to the side and fiddles around with something along the side of the vanity's mirror, and suddenly, light illuminates from behind it. "I put this together from stuff I found on the farm and... took apart and put back together here. Attached the mirror with some spare wood to make it a vanity, then added lights behind the mirror and wired it into the electrical lighting for this room. I can make or get you a nicer one later, but this'll be good enough for you to experiment with any makeup or hairstyles for Merrymeet and beyond. Only lighted vanity in all of Pumpkin Hollow, probably!"

Did he just sneak in another couple of presents? Yes. Including one literally right in front of her face. César's beaming back to her.
theresalwaystheview: (looks up/skeptical)

it happens!

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-04-25 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
A shadow passes over Bart's expression at that train of thought. "It doesn't seem like either of our local construct people can or want to trust anyone with such care. I can't really blame them, considering that they're both novel among the rest of the decidedly more organic people that populate this place. I've offered to learn for their sakes, but..." He shrugs a shoulder.

"In any case, I'll figure it out one way or another what I can do to help when they need it, just the same as I would anyone else." He gestures toward Leon's bandages as an example. "If you end up hurt again, I've taken up with Doctor Watson, and have been steadily teaching him everything that I know when it comes to biology and medical care. If you can't find me, I'm certain that he would be able to treat you just as well. Better, really, given he's got a lot more experience in the medical profession itself."
sistermagnetic: (smiles)

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-26 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Magne approves of him making a space for people to stay, temporarily or otherwise, especially if he takes in people that want to help on the farm or with his bigger projects. People are going to need spaces as they move out of the Oak & Iron, and having that as an option is sure to attract someone that would be happy to take up one of his rooms.

César had done well with his gifts already, she would have been perfectly happy with what he'd given her so far and gushed for the foreseeable future about it all, but then he goes and does her one better, lighting up the mirror and brightening the room around it considerably. She blinks at it, one hand going up to her face as she stares at their reflections, listening to his explanation with a disbelieving little smile forming on her face. She presses her lips together, and reaches out to gently shove his shoulder.

"Now I'm feeling absolutely spoiled," she jokes, beaming at him.
pineapplesalmon: (a scientist's humor)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-26 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And somehow, the first to live here ends up being one of Magne's own. Because not everyone can handle that many people in their space.

He moves behind her, wrapping his arms over her shoulders and joining her smiling at the mirror. Which makes him giggle a little. It's very silly and domestic.

In a very quiet whisper of a Spanish-speaking fútbol announcer: "Gooooooooooaaaaal." He snickers at his own joke and kisses her cheek. "I'll be on my bed with a book, so shout if you need anything."

César's already shown her how the shower and bath works as part of the house tour, so she can just get right to it.
nothingbadeverhappensto: (smile)

[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-26 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon hums softly, giving Bart a sympathetic look at the explanation of how the local constructs aren't willing to open up on the literal or figurative level.

"Yeah. Not much to do about that but try to be prepared as best you can. Thanks again, by the way. Sometimes it's easy to take having this kind of help for granted until you've had to patch yourself up in the field one too many times."

He huffs a little, expression going somewhere between a wry smile and a mild grimace. There's only so many times you can just slap chewed-up herb poultice on a wound and call it good in a row before you really start to miss going to the doctor.

"I'll be sure to follow up with either Dr. Watson or someone else in a couple of days. Sooner, if it doesn't seem to be getting better. You don't have to worry about me slacking off on wound care."
sistermagnetic: (listen)

cw implied but not explicit sexual activity

[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-27 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Her nose presses against his cheek. She knows the joke, it's a silly one, and she very much approves of the lightness. Smiling back at their reflections in the mirror, her heart swells, and she is once more hit by that same depth of feeling. She really does love him.

With a kiss pressed to his cheek, she carefully, reluctantly pulls back out of his arms, turning to kiss him once more before she goes to collect her belongings for the promised bath.

"You go get comfortable. I'll be out some time in the next eight hours," she jokes, and twiddles her fingers at him in a wave before she heads back toward the bathroom again to see about drawing herself a hot bath while she rinses down.

The privacy is so nice. She can lock the door behind her, and take as long as she likes. She can indulge in the oils and powders and soaps that he'd gotten for her, enjoying her evening to the fullest. And it really takes no time at all for her to be able to do just that, first preparing for the bath, then climbing into it, clean and pleased to just take her time. She hums quietly under her breath as she goes about treating her hair and pinning it up off of her neck, noting not for the first time that it's started to get long enough that she could do just about anything she liked with it. She notes that her body has started to soften with the amount of food that she was now able to eat.

And she notes that now that she has the time, privacy, and the state of mind to enjoy it, that she can let her hands wander.

Water sloshes as her fingers find purchase, one foot propped up on the side of the clawfoot tub. She breathes quiet, but it picks up in increments, peppered with soft curses and breathless groans. She's earned this time to simply see to herself, as far as she's concerned. She's happy to be able to take the time and do it thoroughly.
theresalwaystheview: (serene)

[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-04-27 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Bart makes a soft sound and nods at the idea of having to take care of one's own wounds. It was something that he had become intimately familiar with, before his time here.

"I at least had the luxury of being taught emergency first aid by someone accustomed to trauma out in the field. You wouldn't believe the stories that came out of the woman that we traveled with before all this..."

At least with the reassurance that Leon would be keeping a decent eye on his wounds as they healed, Bart feels a bit better about leaving him on his own with that. The agreement for a follow-up is likewise comforting.

"Good, thank you for that. I can only hope that nothing else happens before you've managed to fully recover."

He might have just jinxed them...
pineapplesalmon: (nervous chuckle)

cw: listening to the implied but not explicit sexual activity

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-27 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The lightheartedness is needed to keep the moment less serious. Seeing Magne smile so freely next to him makes César's heart swell. He already knew he loved her, and he wants to keep bringing that smile to her face.

César is reluctant to break away from her, yet eager enough to let her enjoy her bath, and he moves away from the door so she can leave. "I'll check in on you to see how you're doing in nine hours, then."

When she leaves, he switches off the vanity lights, leaves the bedroom door open to hear her easier, and goes to settle on his bed with a couple of books. Magne doesn't need to know one's a farmer's almanac that he's rereading to better understand the local climate, but it isn't long before he takes up his second book, a book of children's stories. Sometimes, that's the best way to understand a culture: to see the stories they teach their children.

César's eyes drift off the page when he hears a noise from the bathroom. A... groan? Why—? Oh. Oh.

For a moment, he's embarrassed to be overhear her, but then his heart lifts. It's almost painful, too, knowing how rare moments like this have been for her. But that's changing from here forward. She'll be able to use his bath whenever she wishes.

He switches back to the almanac, because it feels a little wrong to read children's stories right now. ... also because he needs something exceedingly dry to have any chance of not needing to care for himself. Yup. Definitely flipping through with a bit of desperation to find the driest section he can, here....
graphomaniac: (smile)

[personal profile] graphomaniac 2024-04-28 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)

"Genderfluid is right, I suppose," Lev says, shrugging. "Or bigender. Not like, words I'd use myself but I've been described as such and I mind it not none." He looks back up, but not at Leon's face—rather at his right ear, so that if Leon's not concentrating super hard, he might not even notice that Lev's avoiding making eye-contact. Lev's posture, however, eases up; his shoulders untense, and he starts idly drumming on the table, his long nails ticking on the wood like a pocket-watch. By all accounts, it looks like he's getting more comfortable with the conversation.

He pays attention to what Leon's saying.

Heterosexual, huh. He thinks, but doesn't say, that it's a very specific way to describe oneself, a way that's specific but also avoids calling oneself straight or heter

And then Leon says what he says, and Lev has to suppress a laugh, so he doesn't look like he's laughing at Leon.

"Nu, then thou ought to call me he, like mine husband does," he says, smiling. A few years ago, he'd asked Anzu about the whole stealth thing, and gotten a completely unexpected answer1, so he's not betraying anyone's trust here. "Though nu, like, rather obviously, he's not ... um, heterosexual. But he is like thee."

1 "Who's stealth, ketzelah? People have just stopped asking and started assuming."

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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-28 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Knock on wood," says Leon, idly tapping his knuckles against one of the wooden beams holding up the rafters above them. This will do absolutely nothing to prevent any of the incoming bullshit of the next two months, but it does make him feel slightly better in that way of indulging small superstitions.

"Anyway, you need any help getting home from here? Or are you still staying in the inn? I'd be happy to keep playing bodyguard if you need one."

All in a day's work, after all.
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-04-28 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon does pick up on the fact that Lev's still not looking him in the eye - the nerves over the conversation making him pay special attention to body language on top of his own ingrained habits from being a cop - but it doesn't look like Lev's trying to lie to him or anything so much as just being a little awkward. He doesn't think it's worth making anything of it.

"Right," he says, still looking a little confused but like he's trying his best to understand and closer to it than he was earlier. Though the look of puppylike bafflement comes back when Lev confirms that his husband is, assuming he's understanding right, also transgender. It's only by the grace of his already being on high alert for saying anything stupid that he catches himself before blurting out that he didn't think trans men could also be gay at the same time.

Like, of course they can? Why wouldn't they be able to do that? But the thought had simply never occurred to Leon before, and thinking about it now makes him feel something weird and undefinable in a way that makes him uneasy. Thankfully the barmaid saves him from having to respond quickly by coming back with their drinks, buying him some time to recover his composure.

"I'll be sure to remember that," he says, and then realizes that's maybe a strange thing to say about someone's pronouns. Too late now, though! "Uh, thanks for explaining. I'm... kind of new to all this. There being people who aren't just doing one or the other, when it comes to gender."
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-04-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
And the end, she emerges in a little over an hour, dressed down simply in a light set of underclothes, her skin pink and clean, her hair still smelling of fragrant oil, the soft auburn locks falling over one shoulder as they dry. She carries her belongings with her, knocking at César's door a little more gently than usual in case he might have fallen asleep while waiting for her.

"The water started going cold on me so I figured it was time to actually come out," she jokes as she cracks the door to peek in on him.
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-04-30 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
César had cracked the door mostly closed to give Magne more privacy. An hour meant that he had fallen asleep with his head against the wall, he breathes in deeply and stretches as her words wake him up. It's still somewhat early into the evening, but he had felt so at peace that he had simply... dozed off. The lights in Pumpkin Hollow aren't as strong as modern lighting, even if the ones behind his bed are enough to read by.

He opens his eyes and smiles up to her naturally, smile brightening when he sees her peeking in; about an hour had passed, if the water was growing cold. "It's an effective way to limit bath time."

César puts his bookmark in, sets the farmer's almanac into the drawer of the nightstand on top of his other book, and closes it. "You look pretty comfortable. And pretty."
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[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-05-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh, Tomura wouldn't give them a first chance, let alone a second. We'd be playin' interference practically nonstop." Shifting, Dabi can't help the small grin at the idea that Magne had told her friends about him. "Warned them huh? Probably for the better."
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[personal profile] theresalwaystheview 2024-05-02 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
While Bart doesn't necessarily know the superstition, he recognizes the act when he sees it, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a small smile.

"While I wouldn't say no to an escort back home just in case, I don't want to put you in danger when I've only just gotten you patched back up. Perhaps a rain check for the next time disaster strikes." At the very least he sounds like he's joking...
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-05-02 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just wait, eventually I'll figure out a way to get a proper hot tub and then I'll never leave it," she jokes, stretching languidly as she crosses the room to take a seat on the edge of his bed. She combs her fingers through the ends of her hair, clearly enjoying getting to actively pamper herself. She's still a little bit tingly after the endorphin rush, and part of her wants to try and wake César up a little more to mess around, but if he was sleepy, she should let him rest. At least she could lay here with him and doze in kind.

"I think this is probably the cleanest I've been in about a decade," she jokes, twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers then letting it fall away again. It just doesn't retain curls, unfortunately. She glances at the book when he sets it aside, arching an eyebrow at the dry reading material. "Hopefully you didn't get too bored without me..."
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-05-02 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Better to make sure they don't mess up and end up crispy, or dusted, or chunked. Then you'd have to deal with them coming back to pout at you about it," she chuckles. "I got lucky that the first time I ended up dead, I made friends. I'm a little bit of an outlier like that."
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[personal profile] iamthepyre 2024-05-03 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
That sure does make Dabi freeze for a moment.

"Wait...you can just...come back from death here?"
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-05-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
César tries to think of what to say about the hot tub, but he's distracted by watching her walk over to him. Magne looks so relaxed and comfortable that it slides all of the worries off his own shoulders. And it gives him a moment to process the joke about how clean she feels. Ah. She jokes about her life so easily, yet....

"Just a bit of studying while things are calm." He grins and nudges her with the side of his calf. "If you find a hot tub, let me know." César softens his gaze, and it looks like he could fall asleep right there, he's so relaxed. "And you're welcome to borrow my bath tub whenever you please. I'll keep it clean for you."
Edited (Not QUITE that late lol) 2024-05-03 01:12 (UTC)