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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Bust? [REPRINT]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette February Issue


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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

2/8/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ BUST? Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: SEVERE BLIZZARD WARNING

REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

AURORA TURNS VIOLENT - MYSTERIOUS BLIZZARD INTERRUPTS CHAOS

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Despite our earlier report, it turns out that this year's annual aurora borealis season did not turn out to be a pleasant or romantic viewing experience. Instead, starry monsters based off of classic constellations have been attacking the town each time the aurora is in the sky! However, due to some extreme blizzards that have been occurring most nights each month since late January, the aurora has been interrupted more nights than not and the monsters intercepted. Still, the Pumpkin Hollow Safety Board would like to remind everyone to take appropriate precautions during inclement weather, and to tread carefully on clear nights as monsters may still be attacking until late February!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

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Further Details...


Aurora


The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.



Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.



Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.



It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.



At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.



And then, the stars begin to fall.



Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.



That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.



Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.



There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.



It simply lunges with intent to kill.





Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]


Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:


  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects


  • Aquarius: zoomies!


  • Pisces: intense paranoia


  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna


  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism


  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.


  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment


  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person


  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning


  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge


  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)


  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision

(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)




Love Potion
[CW: Altered Emotional States ]


Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.


The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!






Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]


Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:



Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy.
Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this.
Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic.
Lavish groceries will not be available at all.
Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.



Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced.
Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.)
Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)



Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.



Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)



Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!



Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.



lastofthefirst: Literally The Only Picture Of Her In Existence (Default)

[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-11 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"...I was made for a purpose," Vika says quietly. She gestures to her buster with a piece of wood. "The first in a legacy of slaughter and bondage. People here deny that I should be bound to it, myself included. I don't need to draw you a map connecting this to my question, do I?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-11 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Does failing to live up to that legacy cause you harm, Vika?" It's so casual a question, so light, so gentle.
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-11 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas immediately deflates. You keep derailing him every time he starts to build up a dramatic head of steam, Vika, it's rather rude. "It's not that much of a secret," he grumbles quietly. "I just don't want to deal with an Autobot doctor poking at me."

He drops heavily to the floor and scurries off again, returning with dustpan and hand-broom to clean up the glass. "It was nice to pretend for a while, that I had nothing in common with him," he grumbles while he works. "Actually, I'm not sure I do after all. His spark energy's strange; I have a few different hypotheses about why, but based on the way he describes Cybertronian history the most likely explanation is that he's from a parallel universe, with different physical laws than mine. Just like all these humans from alternate Earths. Ironic, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Vika is on levels of chastity play that organic beings can't comprehend.

"Maybe," Vika murmurs. "You've become your own creator and creation. I genuinely don't understand why you care."
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-11 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas snorts. "Yes, I'm very clever," he says bitterly. "Converting myself into an technorganic for fun, revolutionizing mass-shifting technology, and then I can't even win a simple fight against a sapient drone with a laser-gun and a magical dog. Shockwave would be embarrassed to see what's become of his old student. I'd be embarrassed, if it weren't all so damned depressing."

He throws the broken glass in the trash.
Edited 2024-02-11 05:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-11 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[They can't?]

Yes! Of course you can!
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[personal profile] no_goaway 2024-02-11 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like something Asra would bring back from one of his trips. He grunts noncommittally, tearing off a piece of the roll to dip in the soup. Even if Chris had told him he could have more, he probably wouldn't. Muriel has a lot of hang-ups, particularly with food and potentially taking too much of it.

Hopefully you weren't expecting him to keep up his end of the conversation, because he lapses into silence all too willingly.
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-11 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Vika leans in close.

No, closer.

No, even closer than that.

Even closer than that. The cold from her eye is a physical thing, almost burning.

"What. Did I just say. About underestimating the funny junkbot?"
tisnotthehouse: (spider eyes)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-11 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas just looks back at her, unflinching.

"We both know you can kill me whenever you like, scraplet. Shall I debase myself by licking your ball and socket joints too?"
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You're already debasing yourself and me by insulting your killer. You didn't lose, I won. You can bitch and moan about it or you can humble yourself a little bit and learn fucking better. So. Don't make me protect other people from you again. Maybe work on climbing down from your throbbing ivory dildo. And I'll see you when you have hands for the free work. Now go look for your mate or your wife or, I dunno, whatever you organic things call it. You're embarrassing us both with this shit."
graveling: (bombastic sideeye)

Reconstruction

[personal profile] graveling 2024-02-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Muriel isn't the only person who's been pressed into 'here carry this work' who trends toward something of a stony expression. Angel's known for a bit of a blank face sometimes. He's not as large as Muriel, but he's sometimes called over for 'lift this thing that most humans can't manage on their own' duties, sometimes in tandem with Muriel.

Perhaps the newcomer has noticed Angel doesn't seem to blink...or breathe...either.

Regardless, after putting a chunk of stone down, there's a bit of a pause for rest, a sidelong look at his new teammate. But he doesn't really know how to start a conversation.]
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[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2024-02-11 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
...Sir, I don't doubt your self-sufficiency, but it's a famine. Everyone needs it. Besides, you've been helping people, haven't you? With your foraging? I am merely returning the favor.

[ Her shoulders slump. She looks a bit put out by the rejection. She's been trying to catch him all day... ]

If you really don't want it, I can't force you. But it's important to keep your energy up while it's this cold.
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[personal profile] lastofthefirst 2024-02-11 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Would people have an easier time knowing how to deal with me if I did?" Vika returns; there's no anger in her voice, just an extreme, lengthening distance. "If they saw a weapon, wouldn't they be less fucking frustrated with me all the time?"
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-02-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Cerrit tilts his head slooooowly to one side.]

You're not accustomed to existing as part of a community, I see.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-02-11 06:49 am (UTC)(link)

She welcomes him closer, opening just enough space in her blankets for him. Ryja has no fear of spiders. Creature of the forest like any other. "In the dream, I did not need it. She was able to just talk to people, face to face. I cannot. Without a mask, I freeze, I cannot speak, I lose confidence. I could hardly talk to anyone in town. It made it difficult to search for you."

tisnotthehouse: (spider mouth)

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-11 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
"My poor dearheart..." Tarantulas accepts that invitation, crawling inside the blankets with Ryja and pressing close to her heart. "I am...also not the man you knew in the dream. As you may have noticed." He chuckles quietly. "It was...so beautiful though, wasn't it? We were so happy together, us and Amy...and darling Dawn..."

His voice cracks from an excess of emotion.
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[personal profile] maskedstarbunny 2024-02-11 09:04 am (UTC)(link)

"I am similar to the Ryja you knew, but different. That is okay." She wraps the blankets tight again, trying to preserve warmth. It helps. A little. "We can learn each other, and find that again." She says it with such confidence. Her voice shakes, but that can be marked up as the chill, not any lingering uncertainties.

Certainly not the effects of being kidnapped for a bit more than a week and then eaten. Certainly.

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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-02-11 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"A purpose..." Magne grumbles inaudibly. "Unfortunately I think you serving it finally ended you up where all good agents do.

"So what are you gonna do now, then? Since the CBI isn't there to give you that purpose? There's plenty to do but...well, I'm inclined to suggest taking it easy for a while. You deserve the chance to just rest before you decide you need to go back to work again."
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[personal profile] hellsinger 2024-02-11 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She wouldn't have stayed in contact anyway; her personal space is hers. And she's got some spikes that would be unpleasant to be jabbed by. So, distance is sort of mandatory.

The pen that comes with the paper is idly flipped over her fingers as she debates on what to say to him, before she settles on what would probably be considered the most polite thing in the moment.

My name is Unknown
That is not an attempt to be cheeky
My name was lost with my voice
What do I call you?
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[personal profile] telekinesis_kills 2024-02-11 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile is a little sad. "They're not going to give me up that easily. They've cloned my body once... they'll just do it again and yank this soul of mine back into it when it's ready. So. Do you want me to pass any messages on to your crew when I get back, Magne?"
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Love Potion

[personal profile] listenforbirdsong 2024-02-11 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Mairi was enjoying the fire from one of the sofas nearby, trying to enjoy this Sunfire Hearth celebration, when a little spider (well, a big spider, but little compared to how Tara usually looks) joins her.

At the question, she Wildshapes into a pink-toed tarantula of roughly the same size, if not a bit smaller, and huddles up beside him. It's cozy like this.

"Sure, if you like."
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[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-11 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Normally Claude's a banter-y type in battle, but it's less fun when the enemy can't answer back. Or maybe it's just too damn cold. Right now, he's mostly hoping those arrows will be retrievable from the weird star-goo the creature is made of.

He reassesses his original impression of the man-- clearly he's had a bit of experience in hitting things that want to kill him back, even if he hasn't had any formal teaching. He's not just charging blindly with a blunt instrument; good, that means Claude has to worry less.

He shifts his positioning, aiming for limiting the creature's range of movement, arrows sinking into the joints of its legs. "This guy's stubborn!"
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Harry du Bois | Disco Elysium | Existing Player

[personal profile] deadmansdisco 2024-02-11 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Into the Blue Again | Arrival
You know, for a while, Harry felt like he was doing pretty well.

Making fairly normal decisions, doing a normal amount of drugs, abstaining from most drinking, retaining information that he received... since he'd started the case in Martinaise, things were looking on the up-and-up! Sure, he had some previously-sullied-relationships to put some band-aids on, but who didn't?

That was, of course, until things went dark. He found himself in an office, and couldn't even wrack his mind for how he got there.

One ugly-cry in Mortanne's nice chair later, and here he is, on the docks.

There's a lot of things he could do right now, freshly dead and freed of all policeman responsibilities. He could go pick up poetry! He could get a new job, forge an identity that people could respect!

Unfortunately, however, he isn't going to do that. Instead, he's going to tell poor Yorick that he can handle things from here, walk around (thoroughly lost), and pick things up off the ground.

Maybe he could use some help. Or maybe he's flagging you down to ask you something. Either way, he's here, for better and (probably) worse.


After the Money's Gone | Repairing
"Here, hold this."

He barely caught the instructions from a foreman repairing a house before he was handed a toolbag, and he nudged forward, into the building. Maybe he just looked strong and capable to help? He could be strong and capable of helping. If he knew the first thing about construction, that is.

It's probably for the best that he doesn't mess up whoever's house this is by wrecking the foundation by guessing. Instead, he tries to find someone else who's working on this project, and bring them the bag, clearing his throat. Just act natural. Act like you're supposed to be here.

He's doing... okay at it. ( Rolled an 11. )

"Hey! The foreman wanted me to bring these to you," He offers the bag over. Are there more tools where this person is? Maybe. Not his problem. Maybe excessive tools help things. "And he wanted to see if you could tell me where we need help. I'm new on the crew."

(That part technically isn't a lie, at least.)


Once in a Lifetime | Love Potions (CW: Alcoholism relapse)
There are several natural rules that are at work, in this place.

If there's Pumpkin Hollow, there is no death.

If you don't have a job, you're at the Oak & Iron.

If there's a bar, Harry du Bois is at it long into the night.

There are nights, in the Oak & Iron, where singers can freely take the stage. This is not one of those nights. Tonight, the live performers have just left, and Harry catches sight of this as he teeters on black-out drunk. (He'd been doing so well, back in Martinaise! What a shame. Such is life.)

With liquid courage running through his veins and his linen shirt feeling much too warm, he abandons the garment, stumbles up to the stage, and hefts himself onto it, ignoring the very helpful small flight of stairs that would've allowed him up there with ease.

He doesn't even remember what he said. Perhaps something along the lines of: "Pumpkin Hollow, I love you. I love you so much. I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so much. This song is for you."

Dredged from some part of his mind, hauled up in a filthy fish-net of brain-debris with as much effort as a real net would take, come the half-remembered words of The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns.

Some sympathetic lute-player has parked themself by the stage, and is trying to give it a tune, and they're able to figure something out, even if it isn't the same.

He's weeping openly by the end of it.


Water Flowing Underground | Horoscopes (Pisces)
The next day, after his drunken outburst, Harry wakes up with his mind keenly aware of one thing and one thing only.

Everyone in this town fucking hates him now.

He can't show his face here. They're all bound to be talking about him. They've probably pinned his abandoned shirt to the wall. They're probably throwing darts at it.

He slips out into the cold, wrapped in the thin, wool blanket the inn provided, and, as discreetly as he can possibly manage, hikes out into the woods where he can't be seen, looking behind him every possible moment he can. The paranoia doesn't shake, and he only presses further. He might like to be found, to be rescued, even half-freezing - but his racing thoughts believing good intentions might be a whole new battle in and of itself.


Same as it Ever Was | Wildcard
Got something else in mind? Want him to cause a very specific problem, or lend a hand with something? Hit me up on Discord (socksmuggler) or send me a PM here!
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[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-11 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[OH WOW rarely is Claude so spectacularly wrong! Well... it's better than nothing, which is what he has now?]

Thanks. You have an interesting sense of style... ah, I don't believe I've caught your name yet. I'm Claude von Riegan.
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-12 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Nice to meet you! I work for the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette--mostly. When there's not other things I need to do. Like radio and keeping Yorick sane.

[Which are both very tough full time jobs on their own.]

So, do we have a deal? Use of my coat and gloves for a share of the meat you manage?