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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.



batteryacid: (F)

Eddie Kaspbrak 🎈 IT (miniseries) 🎈 Exisiting Player

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
May I Offer You Some Eggs in This Trying Time?
Bobbin is being cossetted these days, as best as any can be, since she's the most productive layer of the two hens. And it may be early to try for new chicks, but Eddie wants a head start where he can get it. So he's rather focused on Singer and 'the girls' as February wears on... but at least the Oak and Iron is getting decent egg deliveries.

Maybe you've ventured up to the farm for a visit, or maybe you run into Eddie making a delivery at the inn. Regardless, come say hi!


I Hear Tell That It May Soon Be Time for Clobberin'
The blizzards may be keeping the star monsters at bay most nights, but clear days have Eddie heading into town just in case the stars fall again. (Perhaps accompanied by Angel and Arcadia, but I'll let their mun decide for sure!)

Feel like fighting alongside Eddie? Maybe you're in need of a rescue? Eddie's got a weighted club as a main weapon and a lighter, but still solid, plain wooden club as a backup. Man is in the mood for some smashin' and bashin'.

Wildcard
Either tag me with your own ideas here, or point me to the thread where you want Eddie.
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Clobbering Time

[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2024-02-09 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
“Get down!

It’s a confrontation with one of the star creatures when Eddie hears a thick Welsh accent that may be familiar, if a bit deeper than his memory of the dream.

And if he obeys, one Ianto Jones will be firing his pistol into one of the creatures that’s come up behind him while fighting another. He fires, steady and perfectly aimed until he’s in reach of the thing—at which time he drops his gun arm, rears back with the other holding a lead pipe, and swings with a furious roar and an absolute lack of fear.

It confuses the creature more than frightens it, but it’s enough to let Ianto holster his pistol and check on Eddie.

“All right, Ed?”
batteryacid: (H)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie only takes the time to smash his tetsubo into the head of the star creature he's fighting with -- and then he ducks down while the creature reels back and falls.

"I'm well enough!" is Eddie's reply, and he takes the time to give the downed star creature another crack on the head. He switches to his plain club, putting the heavy one back to its place on his back, and straightens up to look at Ianto. "Almost makes you miss the storm, huh?"
needmetodoanyattacking: (pic#16361918)

[personal profile] needmetodoanyattacking 2024-02-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
“Eh—I’m a bit twitchy about storms.” Ianto replies with a shrug, catching his breath. “Severe weather in general.”

And as angry, as cold, as shiftless and out of control as he is…the memories still painting his psyche in shades of light and stability make him ache a little, seeing this bloke he’s barely spoken to and known for years.

That ache makes him smile, and it’s the first one in days that shows in his angry, exhausted blue eyes.

“Yer mam’s handbag still packs a bigger wallop than these wankers, I say. Fancy helpin’ me smash a few?”
batteryacid: (D)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment where he wants to ask 'How do you know about my ma?' but... the dream. Real enough to be a shared memory, it seems.

Still not the strangest thing that has happened to Eddie.

He nods at Ianto, "Lead on, Ian. You really couldn't do better than a lead pipe for a backup?" (What is this, Clue?) The question is lightly teasing, the sort of ribbing that happens between young men who have grown up together.
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Action - Talking)

Degas Clayton | NPC

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-09 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Island of Lost Toys [Horoscope]
Degas is many things: a preacher, a widower, a baritone...and a Capricorn, which means that things have not been staying put for him lately. Right now, he's out in town, looking for his scarf. It's old, threadbare, not in fashion. But Melly made it for him, so he's not just going to let it go missing.

"Excuse me--" He's not afraid to stop people at cafes or on the street to ask if they've seen the thing. Even if they're complete strangers!


Rough Time of Year [General Temple Prompt]
Degas is puttering around, tidying the altars on an average cloudy winter afternoon. He's just looking at a horsehair bracelet on Mortanne's altar (when did that get there?) when the door opens.

"Ah, come in, come in." His smile comes readily, as he turns to see who's visiting today.
thelatechrisfreeman: (property of... (PB))

Island of Lost Toys

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-02-09 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" Chris turns, and smiles to see Degas. They shift their bag of flour to the crook of one arm. "Hello! Am I in your way, sir?"
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Sad - Pleading)

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2024-02-09 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"No, not particularly. I just. I can't find my scarf, and I was sure I had it while out shopping. Have you seen it? It's green with yellow flowers and red birds on it." While he's not panicked (who would panic over a scarf), he's certainly distressed and frustrated.
inaurate: (to jack my style)

Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem Three Houses | not me reusing a prompt shhh

[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Study Up

[Naturally, it doesn't take long for Claude to find himself at the library. What better way to get his bearings and learn about this new place he's found himself in than to bury himself in books? He hasn't been able to go on a research binge like this since his academy days, there's something painfully nostalgic about it...

He's completely taken over one of the tables, a variety of texts spread out and piled up along with at least three notebooks he's actively writing in. Books on Pumpkin Hollow's history and culture, yes, but also a guidebook on the local flora and fauna, technological advancements, and anything else that grabbed his interest. He's clearly been here for a while, and will be here for a while yet.

He also might be glowing, which is pretty handy for reading in the dark.]


Chill in the air

[Thank the Gods for the big bonfires, because this cold? So not it. With only the rudimentary clothes he's been given from his arrival, Claude tries to spend as much of his time indoors or huddled up as close to the blaze as he can safely be.

Hunger can lead a man to do a lot of things, however, and if he's going to be cold either way he may as well try not to be hungry and cold. He's nowhere near as good a hunter as, say, Leonie, but he's more than good enough with a bow and stealthy enough to make up for it. The occasional rabbit is more than do-able for him, and a good supplement to potato gruel. His usual flashy trick shots are couched for pure, practical skill.

Whether you find him out in the forests or huddled up next to one of the bonfires, he'll be looking to trade any game he hasn't eaten himself-- particularly for some warmer clothes.]


[Claude can def be love potion dosed for any/all prompts. feel free to bring ur own prompt as well!]
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last human voice)

Cecil Gershwin Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | Existing Player

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-09 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Waiting for the Bus in the Rain [Aurora Delay Tactic]
The night looks like it will be clear, unfortunately. Those who are readied to fight the star-monsters are finding their positions for the defense, locals are scurrying inside. And Cecil Gershwin Palmer is moving to the top of the clock tower. As the first sign of light arcs across the sky, Cecil looks upward and speaks with the authority that comes naturally to a radio host.

"Citizens of Pumpkin Hollow, newcomers, friends and enemies--I bring you The Weather!"

And music begins to fill the air, but the music is not all that comes from the air. Suddenly, and without warning, the skies fill with cloud and a rain that feels entirely wrong for this time of year begins to fall. It's a warm, plodding rain, the sort that belongs on a summer evening, with gentle rattles of distant thunder and flickers of lightning that don't seem like a threat.

And the stars do not fall.

And Cecil, if one looks for him as the source of this phenomenon, is still inside the clock tower, listening to the patter of rain on the roof in the dark, no lights on.


Take Up Your Spade [Famine Response]
Cecil has taken charge of organizing a 'community pot' at the Oak and Iron, a perpetual stew with scraps and organ meat and whatever people are willing to donate, in order to ensure that the lack of food isn't as devastating as it could be.

Sometimes a bowl of stew will come with a side dish--like mashed sweet potatoes. Or a sweet potato latte. Or a sweet potato latke. Or sweet potato bread. Or sweet potato hash. The stew varies based on what Cecil scrounges up or what people donate. The sides, they're always, always sweet potato. What's up with that?

Cecil will gladly feed you, even if you're brand new to the island and have no hope of paying him back. But if you're a hunter with a little spare meat, or a farmer with some loose veg, he's gladly accepting donations.


Wildcards Welcome
[Find me on Discord or Plurk at darkersolstice to plot!]
lasthumanvoice: (Default)

Chill in the air

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-09 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[It's in the Oak and Iron that Cecil accosts Claude, a broad grin on his face. He's been making friends with all sorts of hunters lately, for obvious reasons. Despite having been a boy scout, Cecil wasn't much of a hunter himself (though Rambo had given him lessons on dressing game if any came to him).]

Those are some really nice rabbits you've got there...
drivenmad: (02 - think)

Drusilla | BtVS (comic continuation) | Test Run

[personal profile] drivenmad 2024-02-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Aurora: The Fox Jumped Up on a Moonlit Night
{I'll roll a die to determine how much Drusilla likes your character on sight, and thus how willing she'd be to follow their instructions.}

Drusilla goes dancing through the streets alone, and if any should touch her... well, woe betide them. This includes the star monsters that fall to earth during the aurora, on clear nights.

She cannot be counted on to stick to a plan, unless for some reason she likes you. But perhaps if you are in danger, you might call for help and get her attention. Drusilla is very strong and has a penchant for physical violence. You can escape while she's beating up the star monster for fun.

And she also has a penchant for singing. There will probably be singing, and hard-to-follow talk of stars and the things that they tell her.



Sing Holly, Go Whistle and Ivy...
{A starter for any who wish to be targeted by Drusilla. Doesn't have to end in your death, only if you want it to.}

Drusilla is only seen at night -- a woman with pale, pale skin and blue, blue eyes... a woman with long and wavy dark hair. She wears a simple blue dress and never seems to mind the cold.

Isn't she beautiful, though? Do you want to get closer to her, perhaps speak to her? Well, she's watching you and those pretty lips of hers are smiling... why don't you approach? Why don't you look into those blue, blue eyes...

Why don't you be in her eyes?

Surely then you won't mind when those blue, blue eyes turn golden, and that sweet little smile goes sharp. Surely you won't mind when those sharp, sharp fangs pierce your throat, and those pretty lips are sealed 'round the wound. It will feel nice, when she bites you. And it may feel cold, when she drinks your blood, but you won't mind the cold for very long yourself...



Aries: Aftermath
{Does not have to include Drusilla - I figured I would offer an opener for people noticing the effects of her arrival.}

Does a vampire so skilled in enthralling need any more of a boost, to draw in "babies and animals"? No, not really. But Drusilla is going to take full advantage of the situation.

She's not the sort of vampire to care much about whether or not her victims can handle excessive blood loss. Enforcers will likely become aware of a spike in exsanguination deaths, both animal and human...

Certainly, the victims resurrect the next day (thankfully, still human) but do they need yet more trauma... and possibly anemia, to deal with? Someone should figure out who is doing this and put a stop to it!
lovinglefthand: (Default)

Farm Time~!

[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-02-09 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
First Aid is no veterinarian, but that doesn't mean he can't help with candling the eggs and petting the chickens. He shows up at Eddie's farm early one morning with a thermos of hot tea and a plate of Chris's cookies, carefully wrapped and boxed up to keep them secure against the bumps in the road and his transformation sequence after he's pulled up in front of the farmhouse. He catches the box and thermos up in his arms and looks around with interest. He's pretty sure he timed it so Eddie would already be up, but he doesn't want to wake him and Angel if he got here too early...
inaurate: (try twice as hard and i'm half as liked)

clobberin time more like claude time

[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-09 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Claude has seen some pretty interesting things the past few years, but gel-y star beasts are a new one for him. Luckily he's already gotten his hands on a bow and arrow for hunting from the Town Hall-- it's no Failnaught, but it'll do the job until he can get something better.

This poor guy about to get attacked by one of the things-- well, to be frank he doesn't really look like the trained warrior type. More like if Hanneman tried to fight by throwing his spellbooks at things instead of using magic. (No offense, Eddie.)

An arrow whizzes right over Eddie's shoulder and right into the face of the beast in front of him. It rears back with an eerie roar. "Hey, need some back-up?" Nothing like a little exercise to warm up, right?
drivenmad: (03 - pleading face)

Take Up Your Spade

[personal profile] drivenmad 2024-02-09 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's early in the day, clouds so thick that the sun can't peek through. And there's a heavy 'thump!' as something is dropped on a table near the community stew pot.

A whole deer. The throat has been torn out, but the wound is clean. Apparently the carcass has been drained of its blood.

"Hushy baby, I pray you don't cry, and I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;" Drusilla sings to Cecil with a smile, "Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart — then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart."

Heart. Hart. This may be what passes as a joke for Drusilla.
thelatechrisfreeman: (in color (PB))

[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-02-09 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm sorry," Chris replies. "I haven't seen it, but I'll keep an eye out. Is this the first shop you've checked?"
inaurate: (but here they come again)

i'm never gonna get over your choice for pb it's so good

[personal profile] inaurate 2024-02-09 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Claude would never refer to himself as a 'hunter'-- just someone with the skills required. He wouldn't refer to himself as a trader either, but he'd definitely call himself a negotiator. And he meets Cecil's grin with a smooth smile of his own, recognizing the opening for what it is.]

Yeah, I got lucky this time. [Especially with not having a place of his own yet to store extra food, he really doesn't need more than one for himself. This guy doesn't need to know that, though. He subtly eyes the stranger, looking for anything the man might be willing to offer. One skill he doesn't have is any that would turn the rabbits into anything more useful than a meal-- but with how hungry people are getting, it hardly matters.]

I might be willing to part with one, if you've got something to offer.
lasthumanvoice: (there goes the last human voice)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-09 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Holy crap!" Cecil leaps up, backing away from the deer--startled, not upset. "That is, I must say, more than we needed. I wonder if we'd be able to freeze some for later? Ahm. Thank you, though! Thank you very much!"
batteryacid: from the Matlock episode "The Star" (B)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed, both Eddie and Angel are up and about when First Aid arrives at the farm. Kit barks enthusiastically to alert them!

Eddie pokes his head out of the chicken coop (which has been double-checked to make sure there are no gaps in the walls for a draft to come through). Then, once he sees who it is, Eddie steps out with a basket of eggs in his arms. "Oh, hello!" he greets the doctor in a friendly tone, "What brings you here?"
batteryacid: (D)

[personal profile] batteryacid 2024-02-09 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie doesn't really mind being underestimated at this point in his life. It's been happening to him consistently for years. So if he knew what Claude was thinking, Eddie would probably just laugh.

"Won't say no to it!" Eddie calls back without looking over his shoulder.

Instead, he swings his lovely new tetsubo from Infernal Arms and Armor and strikes the monster in the chest. (When you're presented with such an open target, why not take it? Oh, and by the way, Claude, you can ask Eddie later where he got his weaponry. Eddie is glad to direct business to his friend.) He strikes out at it again on the backswing, but the second hit doesn't seem to land nearly as well as the first.

More of that back-up would be nice! Please and thank you!
lasthumanvoice: (in the minds of those kids)

you're too kind!

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-09 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well. The first thing I can offer is a stew pot, where the rabbits would mingle with vegetables and broth and become more than just a roast rabbit without any seasoning. Plus a side of something-or-other with sweet potatoes. I'm thinking maybe fries tonight, to keep it simple. But if you're looking for something more involved than that, we can talk.

[Cecil is established here, he can definitely spare more than stew. But every negotiation has to start somewhere.]
drivenmad: (04 - smirk)

[personal profile] drivenmad 2024-02-09 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I shan't need it, dear weatherman. You're welcome to it." And Drusilla laughs, "there's plenty of ice and snow if things need freezing. Pack it in a barrel, hide it in the earth? Cellars are cold places, best for cold things."

She reaches out, and if not dodged or otherwise stopped, will pat his cheek. Her hands are cold things.

Her attire, just a simple blue dress, is entirely inappropriate for the season. Though she does have heavy boots, same as any of the winter arrivals from the ferry. Is that why she's so cold, or is it something more?
lasthumanvoice: (you just can't do what he did)

[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-02-09 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
He accepts the cheek pat, looking even more confused than before. "You're certain I can't offer you a bowl of stew or anything as thanks?"

He clearly hasn't considered the implications of an 'or anything'.
tisnotthehouse: (Default)

Clobberin'

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-02-09 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas is a builder, not a fighter -- but Jean's plan to keep the star creatures under control calls for both. Neither is Tarantulas's hopefully-temporary infirmity a major impediment: on a clear evening, Tarantulas can be seen perched partway up a wall, tying a barricade into place with his own web.

You can't miss him: he's a big, purple spider. And by big I mean roughly the size of a horse.

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