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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Bust? [REPRINT]
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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
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
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
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
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
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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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.
Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:Horoscopes
[CW: Altered emotional states ]
(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)
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!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.
Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact: Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy. Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced. 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.Famine
[CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]
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.
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.)
QUESTIONS/COMMENTS/CONCERNS
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Eddie Kaspbrak 🎈 IT (miniseries) 🎈 Exisiting Player
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.
Clobbering Time
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Farm Time~!
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clobberin time more like claude time
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May I Offer You Some Eggs in This Trying Time?
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A Phone Call
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/ed voice CHICKENS, EDDIE
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May I Offer You Some Eggs In This Trying Time? || There Is A Dog At The Farm
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Degas Clayton | NPC
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.
Island of Lost Toys
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Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem Three Houses | not me reusing a prompt shhh
[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!]
Chill in the air
i'm never gonna get over your choice for pb it's so good
you're too kind!
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Study Up
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Cecil Gershwin Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | Existing Player
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!]
Take Up Your Spade
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THE BUS IS LATE
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Drusilla | BtVS (comic continuation) | Test Run
{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!
sing holly (i'm totally game death, feel free to kill the bard!)
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Muriel | The Arcana | ota
[Being a very large, very strong man, it is not hard to imagine how someone like Muriel could be helpful towards construction efforts... and clearly someone at Town Hall has noticed, because somehow Muriel has been roped into carrying heavy things around. He looks abjectly miserable to be doing it, but maybe that's just his face.]
hunger
[Food scarcity is nothing new to Muriel. Between having grown up on the streets of Vesuvia and living out in the woods, he's used to living off of whatever he can forage. The plants here are different, and it's much colder than he's used to, but his experience still serves him well in finding things to eat.
Unfortunately for him (but potentially fortunately for you?), Muriel is a bit of a push-over. Anyone looking particularly desperate for food might just find a pile of wild nuts and mushrooms left conveniently nearby where there wasn't one before, with Muriel swiftly moving away.]
wildcard
[bring your own prompt option. for horoscope fun, muriel is a virgo so if he uses any idioms they will become literal but.... he's more of a literal speaker anyway lol
as a general note, muriel has this fun magical effect where when you're not looking directly at him, you forget he exists, and remember only when you're looking at him again. he can gift poultices that will let characters remember him even when he's not there but that would take CR building. you do NOT have to play with this magic nonsense if you do not want to (chalk it up to being in a place with different magic rules), but it's an option for those who do wish to play with it.
muriel will also avoid fighting, even to his own detriment, despite being. literally 6'10 and built like a truck]
reconstruction
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Tarantulas (IDW) | Existing Player | OTA
After his recent brush with death, Tarantulas has been mode-locked in his spider form. He cannot transform (though he can still increase or decrease his mass) and as a result many of the The Silk Road's normal services have been decreased or suspended. He is available to help set up and tear down the barricades, however -- or at least he would, if he weren't busy lying in bed and moping. It's a very demanding task, you know. He may not have time for anything else.
Aurora
Ugh, fine. Fine! He'll come out and help, damn.
A furry purple spider, about the size of a horse, can be seen around the barricades, using his great size and thick webbing to secure them in a strong, yet flexible webs. It is not recommended that you touch the webs.
It is also not recommended that you attack the spider. He's bound to react...poorly.
Love Potion
With both his manual dexterity and his ability to wear normal clothes curtailed, Tarantulas is taking almost all of his meals at the Oak & Iron, while tucked as close to the fireplace as he can get without boiling himself alive. Although he can afford a better class of meal than that available to unemployed residents, there's still a food shortage going on -- it's inevitable that the soup he eats and the beer he drinks will be watered down.
Watered down with love potion, that is.
If you're seated near the fire place, you may eventually find a purple spider the size of a cat crawling up onto your table, sighing and plopping down onto his belly like he carries the weight of an entire world on his...thorax? He looks up at you with eight bead-like eyes and says, "Would you like to hear a story? I'm tired of keeping it all to myself..."
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Magne Hikiishi (Big Sis Mag) | My Hero Academia | Existing player
Their problems didn't start with her. Far from it. Actually, it could even be said that she had managed to solve some of their existing problems, completely by accident. By creating a different problem.
Magne can be found, therefore, either out at the front lines of Jean's little security force, using her Quirk to yoyo people onto and off of the battlefield and keeping them behind her when they end up injured, reducing casualties exponentially, or else at the Oak & Iron, performing her regular duties as barmaid and bouncer when the occasion requires. Tensions get high sometimes, nobody can really be blamed, she's just there to put someone down hard if she really needs to.
Which is easy, when you're built like someone that's spent their entire life fighting on the street and hauling around a weapon that weighs easily as much as a large man.
Famine and Famine
Magne is used to going without. More than a decade of living lean has made her less likely to care overly much about her hunger, and she'd already been living less than hand to mouth since arriving at the Oak & Iron. She didn't know what she wanted to do with herself outside of having gotten a job there, and it wasn't until very recently that she actually began to consider that there even was something else for her.
Rather than lamenting a lack of food, therefore, she's doing what she can to make sure that anyone coming by the inn has at least something in their bellies, be it in the form of the stone soup that Palmer had gotten together and others were trying to supplement, or more commonly, in the form of beer, ale, liquor, whatever they could feasibly offer.
A heavy mug is placed in front of a new face, its contents steaming.
"Here, on the house. Something to warm you up a little before the next wave."
News and Bulletins
There is a bulletin board in the town center. It has some such delightful missives as a signup for local levy to help bolster the Enforcers' ability to protect the village's non-combatant population, advertisements for some of the newer shops and services that have gone up around town, and most recently, a flier with an attached interest sheet for FIGHT CLUB. This latter is what she'll be inspecting after a few days of having left it up in between bouts of heavy snow. She's bundled up against the cold as much as she can be, and is peering up at it with some satisfaction. Even a couple of names is better than none.
A notepad comes out of a pocket of the long green skirt that flaps against her legs in the wind, and she writes the comments down to be addressed when they actually get this show on the road.
The Wildest Card
Do you want to meet Magne just kind of out and about? Perhaps you were yanked around by her Magnetism during battle and have some questions! Perhaps you've seen her at the Oak, flirting about to keep spirits up! Maybe you've seen her with César when he comes and goes! Whatever the case may be, she is fully available for chatting.
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WILDCARD, 2/13 or so, during Magne's daytime shift
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The Unknown 🤘 Metal: Hellsinger 🤘 Existing player, new muse
Black and misty eyed
Step forward, just pay the price and take the ride
Embrace this world that you're in
Corrupted and cold
The cold here is piercing, but nothing that she hasn't experienced before. Emerging from a place near the docks, with a tip of the hat from the boatman, the clawed feet of the Unknown carve a pair of deep scratches into the wood as she takes off into the air to get a better look at the realm that she's found herself in now. Difficult to stay aloft in these conditions. She needs to touch down. She does so at the edge of the village with its shuttered windows and guttering lamps, with a hand on top of the horned skull slung at her hip. She has no other weapon here, no sword nor gun, just the last remnant of an angel that cast himself to hell for her.
The first layers of music follow her as she walks through the streets, throbbing drums and a distant, melodic chord progression that matches the pace of her footsteps.
The people here have dealt with enough demons in their time. She is not going to be a welcome sight. But then again, when is she ever?
The Baying of The Hounds
Lose your control of this upside down world
Chaos, inferno
Serenity
Arriving in the middle of battles ongoing generally isn't something that happens to her. Usually, she's the one that both starts fights, and ends them. There's nothing about these monsters that strikes her as any different from the hoards she's already faced. There is, of course, the complication that comes with having no weapon but her bare hands, after discovering that Paz no longer has his power to stun the creatures immediately surrounding them. Unfortunate, really; it means that throwing herself headfirst into battle means that she takes more hits than she really needs to.
The more of them that come at her, the faster she moves. The louder the battlefield gets. Guitars scream, a voice joins the chorus. It comes from her, but it's not her voice. It dies down when the last of the beasts falls, leaving her glittering with stardust that mingles with the dark blackish red of her own blood.
A tattered wing flicks, shaking off a trace of goop into the snow.
Infernal Invocation: Hopes And Fears
All hopes and fears denied existence
The cycle starts anew
The news of famine wreaking havoc on this little island reaches her fairly quickly. It's hard not to notice all the ill-looking faces that look upon her with the paranoia that seems to be the most common reaction that she'll be getting from the locals. With the daylight coming, the snowstorm abating for a little while, and hunters being in the same boat, she comes to an executive decision: She'd pick up the slack, and take some for herself off the top.
The music that follows her, oddly enough, doesn't seem to disturb the wildlife. That may in fact be the first clue that this is not strictly an environmental effect that she has. Some creatures even seem to react in time with the beat of the drums, like everything follows the rhythm that she herself does. It means that her hunts are easy to track at least, dark tracks in the ground following the motion of her dash that drags her claws through the snow.
The game that she drops on the butchers' counters is...not exactly pristine. Hope you don't mind that everything is kinda cut up and pre-scorched. She's still getting the hang of how fragile non-Infernal creatures are.
Poetry of Cinder
Messengers! Gospels of our life
Frustration! The rapture of the damned
Hold fast! Blind and faithful hold fast!
As chaos comes!
Wildcard! Find a Tall Spindly Demon Lady that's constantly accompanied by at least the first layer or two of whatever music is in her heart at any given moment.
Harry du Bois | Disco Elysium | Existing Player
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!
Once in a lifetime
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Into the Blue Again (haha get it? Because she's blue?)
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Ylva Wolfsdottir | OC (D&D), existing player with new character.
Ylva slinks around Pumpkin Hollow like an animal that's been kicked a few too many times. She's not sure what happened. She's not sure what happened to the ship, or her friends there, but she does know several things: one, she has once again found herself separated from all the people she knows, which is a thing her heart can hardly bear; and two, this is a real place. Curse or not, it's a real place, with animals and plants and the comforting present of life all around here. It's been so long.
She's lanky and androgynous, with a mess of long red hair and a freckled, tanned face, and the pointed ears of a half elf. She makes eye contact rarely, and occasionally lifts her lip in a defensive, silent snarl, should someone's attention linger. Still, she's more visibly nervous than she is truly aggressive.
Other times, people might encounter something else: a large, tawny wolflike dog (because a wolf walking through town is surely unthinkable), or a particularly intelligent-looking crow perched on a fence. The wary mannerisms are the same.
Famine
But people are hungry. She is, whatever else she is, a wolf, and wolves have particular ideas about the sanctity of the pack. Ylva, despite all her wariness and concern, would rather like to make a good impression. She can, in fact, do something about it.
She went out to the woods. She hunted -- felt hot blood in her mouth for the first time in years, a deeply satisfying thing she had missed -- she butchered, and now she's wandering about the streets of town with a large bundle on her back.
"I have meat," she says, without introduction. "Do you need meat? It's deer, mostly."
Wildcard
Something else? I'm easy.
Arrival
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Arrival | Wolfdog
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Famine | Feel free to know him obviously LOL
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There Is Another Dog! [Arrival]
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Sally Boyle | We Happy Few | Existing!
It's been a while since Sally's heard much from Arthur. He's been estranged since the end of the strange dream everyone shared a few weeks before. Most evenings, Sally can be found on the sofa at the Oak & Iron, waiting to see if he'll show up so she can catch him and get some closure.
-Come Together, Right Now-
That's it! Enough sitting around helplessly. Sally has spent too much of this famine waiting around for others to take care of her. No more! She managed to get herself out of Wellington Wells, she could find food and help feed people. Herself included. Plus, she needed a distraction.
So out to the woods she goes, having left Gwen with Sam and Lou for a playdate with the promise of tasty snacks when she gets back.
Some hours later, Sally is hoisting a huge basket that is shockingly full of mushrooms into town, towards the community pot. She looks like a stiff wind could bowl her over.
-C'mon Get Happy!-
[ CW: hallucinogenic substance, recreational drug use ]
It's been a hard time for everyone, hasn't it?
This is all very familiar. An isolated island full of down and out folks, no food, and The Horrors. It's not exactly a healthy strategy, but... Sally does still know how to make Joy.
Outside Blackberry Apothecary hangs a bright and happy sign.
Feeling down? Need a lift? Inquire within!
Hopefully they won't need to use it for long, but old habits die hard.
-Brown-Eyed Girl-
[ Wildcard! ]
A Whole Lot of Loving is What We'll Be Bringing...
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I use Anne Hathaway as a PB because there's not enough damn pictures of Sally, whoops
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Siege With A View [Mingle]
The Weather or, indeed, the weather, can't protect the town every night, but that's what the weapons are for.
[OOC: Consider this a full mingle for anyone who wants to join the fight or the aftermath of a given Aurora event! You can definitely find Jean here on the front lines tearing into these creatures with those godawful claws they use so much, but do feel free to join up yourself in any role you like. Medics, runners, and combatants are all very much needed; hell, no one would say no to people gathering up the stardust left behind either!]
There Is A Dog And She Is Armed!
César Salazar | Generator Rex | Current Character | OTA prompts
César had forgotten time. This is a common occurrence. Even his new pocket watch with its hourly reminders didn't save him.
He's staring outside a window, talking quietly: "... Oh. Oops. Guess I'm sleeping here tonight...."
Aurora [Location: Oak & Iron]
César's been spending time each night in the common room and still sleeps here despite having a town house and a farm. Safety in numbers. Tonight's more of a snowed in night than a fighting-for-you-life night, but it stands.
He's pouring over a map on squared paper (think: graph paper precursor) he's made of his farm, trying to plot out where he's going to plant things and make room for a future greenhouse attached to the house. Being able to spend some mornings watching the rain during the warmer months sounds rather nice.
Famine [Location: Outside; CW: toxic productivity]
César's found an uncovered bench to sit on and take a quick rest. Even with the reduced rations, and even with him having been a bit underweight to start, he's still be running himself ragged. Anything to be useful and accepted.
He startles awake when his pocket watch makes an alarm for the hour, and he grins. "Ha! Time to get back to work."
... except he doesn't stand immediately and almost looks a little more reluctant. "Time to get back to work."
Nope. Still not standing. Even though he still has so much to do.
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Aurora [Library]
lemme know if he heard the wrong voice from her
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Valentine's Day [Closed to Magne]
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"Slasher Face" Jean | Project Moon | Existing Player
Forgive me for what I must do:
YOU get a fish, and YOU get a fish, and YOU get a fish, and YOU get a selection of sushi rolls actually AND YOU GET A FISH -
Longing | Docks/Seaweed Farm
Jean has been ordered to take leave from Mipha's Grace, to more effectually organize the local defense and because Zelda has wisely and secretly determined that Jean will get more sleep and rest on land with the blizzards and the Weather sometimes knocking out the Aurora, but they miss the ship. You might find them on the docks jumping up to greet fresh arrivals, fishing with an actual fishing pole (not on any days Zelda is supposed to come back, mustn't be caught doing something that looks like work...), or just staring wistfully out into the frigid sea.
They also run a seaweed farm! Guess what doesn't stop just because of the cold?
Eepy | Oak & Iron
The house seems so empty without Zelda there. It's a strange feeling; Jean never had problems sleeping alone and now they do. Consequently they do what they often do with emotions they have no context for, and try to avoid them, staying out late at Oak & Iron with books, plans, Work(tm), or just drawing. Early in the night when people start leaving to make it home before sundown when shit is dangerous, Jean tends to laugh off reminders. They can take care of themself.
The trouble is they keep passing out at the table.
Salmon Cannon | Famine
By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners
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Longing |[But It's Actually A Fight]| Docks
This Is Plotted I Swear I'm Not Godmodding
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Valdis | OC | CRAU | Potential Player
The much missed novelty of a dynamic sky, one that shifts and changes as the night goes on, cannot be understated and she lays in the long grass of a field, watching the aurora dance amongst the stars. The low, out-of-place growl reaching her ears doesn't noticeably rouse her from the trance, but her attention shifts away from the sky and toward the right, where the sound of quiet paws depress the grass. No scent accompanies the creature, yet she's still not inclined to move until a threat fully reveals itself.
I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire
Bonfires dot the landscape and smoke rises from chimneys throughout town, some kind of celebration, though it seems more symbolic than an actual party. Valdis opens the door to one of the taverns, seeking to find some sort of company and a break from the chill. Luckily there are plenty of people around and the fire roars in the corner. Perhaps a drink and then a place to sit until it's time to return to safety before the night wears on too long.
Wildcard
Come at me with all the fun and funny things!
I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire
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I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire
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I hold with those who favor fire | hello :)
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To See the Night Sky
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Touya Todoroki aka Dabi | My Hero Academia | New Player--hi
At first Dabi can only marvel at the lights in the sky like many of the others. They remind him a little of his flames...if not as full of wild abandon as they are. Or as searing. The shift and shimmer of them reminds him of familiar steps, languid motions that draw him into a near manic sort of dance. The hellfire he had created is gone but he's here, still scarred and hollow just as before, only now there aren't familiar faces to keep the emptiness at bay.
That is until the shocked people around him start to stir up a commotion, something about falling stars? It's only when Dabi stops to really look at where people are pointing and then subsequently running from does Dabi notice it. The way the stars do indeed seem to fall, only to raise from the water like something from a movie. The first form that sets it's sights on him ends up with a blast of brilliant blue flames in it's...face? As much as Dabi thinks it has a face.
He's quick on his feet but he could definitely use some help, he's somewhat of a glass canon. As Tomura would put it: all dps...no armor.
Horoscopes aren't Real?(Capricorn)
It's taken the ragged and scarred man a bit to come to terms with, his death and all that. Now if only he could find his damn earrings. He had them when he got here hadn't he? They were always there, even after the fire had all but burnt away his flesh the cuffs in his ears had been there. He didn't feel right without them, like wearing a ring for years and suddenly not having it he feels....naked?
So of course that means walking around, eyes trained on the street ahead of him, retracing his previous steps to look for the shimmer of metal earrings. Because that sounds productive.
Wildcard!
Please feel free to rope into whatever sort of situation you want! He just might bitch about it later....
Lights in the Sky and on the Shore
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Horoscopes aren't Real? | Feb 15th because César asked Magne to be his gf yesterday LOL
Amazing
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Post-César wildcard, hello~
MAAAAGGGGGG
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WILDCARD: The Cremation Talk, February 16th
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River La Croix | OC (Dungeon Life Quest) | Existing Player
Wake up babe, it's 4 A.M., time for your "River runs the only PC forge in town" prompt.
Though in greater seriousness, things are busy. River's professional time is consumed with repairing and maintaining the local militia's weapons, helping with decorations for Merrymeet, and the bit where the ironic cult of nails (as in, the small pointy bits of metal you hammer into things) started by her apprentices as a joke about how much River fucking hates making nails seems to be gaining. Well. Lore. Between the three of them the elves of Infernal Arms & Armor have produced several "hymns" they sing while working on long and tedious tasks, and anyone mentioning nails in the forge is going to be subjected to her two smart-ass students casting their gaze to the sky and calling out, "the naiiiiiiiiiiiiiils!" with all evidence of divine rapture.
She really hopes there's no negative consequences for this, but her worry is not stronger than her need to Commit To The Bit.
How Do You Walk In - FUCK | Oak & Iron
Merrymeet is coming up and River's got big plans (to be the trophy on her girlfriend's arm), but it turns out, when you plan something, it helps if you prepare for it. There's snow everywhere and frequent monster attacks, so there's really only one arena to try this out.
So.
One may find River at Oak and Iron of various evenings, bringing a pair of heels with her so she can practice. The early attempts are, well, poor. She may need rescues from trips and falls, or, y'know, you can watch the town's local necromancer plant her face in the floor, that also works.
But since she's here anyway, River's also open for conversation or chess.
(OOC: Due to my own incompetence at chess I'd rather not thread the finer details of the game move-by-move.)
From First Principles | Festival Green
Heels aren't the only thing River is practicing. She's recently taken up smoking after Erik (you know, the whore?) got her a gorgeous skull pipe for Givingstide, and now River can be found on the Festival Green every now and again, seemingly just smoking. Seemingly. She's actually meditating, and as February advances, her behavior changes. She starts passing her hands through the smoke, almost ritualistically, then grasping at...something.
Come ask her what she's doing. Or maybe you can be there when she reaches into the smoke and plucks a small flame from it, like a candle's, to hold between her thumb and forefinger while she laughs her musical, bright laugh of joy.
Cult of the Nails
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Cult Of The Nails || There Is A Dog To Help Out
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Deirdre Breugaire | A Local | Existing Player
The marina at which the ferry docks is owned, and its owner has decided that maybe, just maybe, she should start meeting and helping the new arrivals. To those with any familiarity with vaguely Victorian norms, Deirdre Breugaire - the town's most unfortunately famous tiefling - she's obviously New Money, and vaguely demonic, but I repeat myself. Deirdre dresses in extravagant white coats, a small hat nestled between her horns and a fashionable walking cane in her hand. Her skin is ashen, but her eyes are a cloudy blue; they are, and remain, the most obviously human part of her. Odds are quite good that when she approaches as you're stepping off the ferry, the Marina's owner has a gold-threaded cloth mask over her mouth which doesn't quite filter the scent of smog and smoke from her breath, but even through the muffling of the mask her voice is rich and inviting:
"Welcome to Marrow Island, stranger. Can I assist you?"
Conspicuous Consumption | Famine
You know who's not starving? Deirdre. Not starving enough to have these fascinating newcomers over for dinner; she's shaking off the malaise that's been gripping everyone on this island for years now, and new blood is just the thing. Not literally. Probably. Possibly. To this end, you may have received an invitation to dine at some point, handwritten and delivered by a dockworker doing their level best to be Formal; their best is not going to be good in this regard. The request also includes a second request; should you accept, an idea of your preferred foods would be "deeply appreciated".
(OOC: Feel free to tag into this prompt for just about any reason, but it would be helpful if you can give a reason your character might have caught Deirdre's attention! Feats in battle against the star-beasts? Talents they've been using to help the town? An unusual nature or appearance? Almost anything will do, I'm gonna take it as a jumping-off point for the scene.)
Safety Board | Town Hall
Deirdre works on the local safety board! If you've come to submit a claim - perhaps your home was damaged by a star-beast, your place of business had some collateral damage, whatever - here she is, working on the paperwork, ready to help.
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Come and get your tiefling.
Conspicuous Consumption
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Safety Board
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Conspicuous Consumption
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Arrival
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Conspicuous Consumption
Robert Angier {The Great Danton} | THE PRESTIGE | Existing Player
Robert can't believe this is happening.
Everything around him--it's so similar, and yet so different. It's enough to make him feel downright young, for the first time in a very long time. This...it's not the machine, it's not Borden, it's untainted and strange and it's new.
"...man's reach exceeds his imagination. Indeed."
He'll have to find a cane, but at the moment, the man with aristocratic bearing and a debilitating limp can be found hobbling his way through the streets of Pumpkin Hollow with the wide-eyed curiosity of a child, and a smile forever threatening at the corners of his mouth.
The Turn (FAMINE)
Getting used to life in this strange place isn't easy, and hunger makes it worse. He's had to learn to take it in stride, the lean years with Julia--but this is more than just the rigors of the show or learning to live without the trappings of the world he gave up for a taste of something greater.
He's grateful that he's already learned this lesson about going without. It makes it easier for him to focus through the ache in his belly, to move through town and help where he can. He's a skilled hunter, but useless with his injury, but Julia refused to let him be helpless without her.
In that, he's got a gift for making do with scraps--and with a little help courtesy of his trade, he manages to coax his way into the kitchens of the Oak & Iron to see if he can't be of some assistance.
The sweet potato resources are plentiful, at least...and it's a fine place to start.
The Prestige (SETTING UP SHOP)
He can't exactly make his way as a nobleman in this place...so it's time to start over. However, if there's one thing he knows about humble beginnings, it's that no one can go it alone.
The advert posted on the public bulletin board is a cryptic one, by design: HELP WANTED, INQUIRE WITH ROBERT ANGIER AT THE OAK & IRON. No description, no pay...nothing to whet the appetite but curiosity.
That done, he waits...because if he's going to ensure that The Great Danton has a place to make his way in this brave new world, he's going to need an associate to make it happen.
The Prestige/wildcard
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Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil 4 (Remake) | Prospective player
Leon's still not convinced that this place isn't some kind of fucked up construct of his dying brain, but as it turns out all the sitting in place and refusing to engage with any of this bullshit he can muster hasn't made him feel any more like he's going to wake up (or die) any faster. Begrudgingly, he follows the crowds out into the night, feeling sorely underdressed for the situation without any of his gear on him.
2. Into a remarkably similar frying panWhat was it the mayor's assistant said about some kind of terrible curse? Leon's no big believer in magic, but he's seen enough to know that all kinds of horrible things are possible, and he's not looking forward to seeing how that pans out here. Sure, the people here seem calmer and more put together than, say, the folks back in Valdelobos, but - oh yep, there it is
The minute the stars start to fall from the sky, Leon has his hand on a nearby steak knife left lying out on one of the tables at a nearby restaurant. He hesitates, waiting to see what the strange figures do, but as soon as the one nearest him rears back and poises its scorpion-like tail to strike, he leaps between it and anyone else nearby, brandishing the knife.
"Get back!"
Well, that probably wasn't the best introduction to this little community Leon possibly could've had, but it has confirmed for him that his one useful skillset is, in fact, still useful. It's with mixed feelings that he approaches the Enforcers' station - reminded both of his first wide-eyed and optimistic days at the police academy as well as that fateful night in Raccoon City, and then of being not-so-gently volunteered into military service. He thinks about the offer of building a new life here, a different one, while waiting to return to the old, and wonders if maybe he shouldn't jump back into the line of fire at the first opportunity.
3. WildcardBut if not him, then who? Maybe people really can't die (double die?) here, but that doesn't mean they don't need protection from all the monsters apparently roaming around. And Leon is, if nothing else, very good at putting himself between other people and danger and coming out in one piece.
All this lengthy introspection to say, he's been standing outside the station for a good fifteen minutes now, frowning at the sign and the postings on the bulletin board thoughtfully.
Need something else? Feel free to hop in with your own prompt!
Into a remarkably similar frying pan
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Out of the Frying Pan
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Living in that frying pan...
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Into a remarkably similar frying pan
cw: well-intentioned misgendering
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