WEEK THREE

[mayorityvote]

WEEK THREE

19 Villagers

They say nothing is healthier for the mind and body than physical labor - especially if you can hold the fruits of it in your hands and store it in your kitchen. Whatever cruelties you have witnessed or endured in the past week, your fields need tending to and they reward you with as quick as harvest as always.

If drowning your grief in work is not enough for you, there are new spots to explore in Puffin Town. Allow the novelty to distract you from your dwindling numbers!

Always remember, the value of a community is not measured by it's size.

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST for this final week! Get your bloodthirst in or forever hold your peace! Gift submission is still open as well!

If your character has been planting Astera, here's a reminder to report it at the Astera tracker - this does not need to have been threaded, we're just taking stock on an OOC level.))

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THURSDAY

[mayorityvote]

Thursday evening saloon party!!!! be there or be square

[unenvying]

[ this is your pre-harvest party but it's also just an excuse for pre-harvest party games and a pool party with no water.

wwx has bullied/bribed the duck staff into setting up drinks from the bar counter and there is probably some non spicy food around but it's more snacks from joja mart and less actual proper food. the jukebox is going and, feel free to hijack and play your own tunes, and the pool table and darts etc have all been set up.

feel free to hang out pre-curfew - or stay the night if you dare!!!!! who knows what Friday will bring anyway??? ]

[unenvying]

[ anyway wwx has learned how to play pool




or some approximation of it, anyway, he has at least figured out how to use the stick to hit the cue ball and send things spinning into the holes in the table.

that's all there is to it right, who cares about colours and stripes and numbers and all that boring stuff???

anyway. ]

Okay, your turn!

[rightmove]

[Healy is just standing here. He's got some grape juice and a handful of pretzels and did not wander over here to play, but. Apparently that's happening now.

He shrugs, shoves the remaining pretzels into his mouth, and ambles over to grab a cue.]

Alright. Eight ball?

[He takes a moment to survey the table and uh. Get caught up on the "game".]

[moonblades]

[Mio is here pre-curfew, though her attention is focused more on fiddling with something than eating or drinking, her appetite seemingly dwindled.

Spurred by something she read from the scrolls at the meeting, Mio spends her time fussing with several various plant cuttings: clean straw that could have been used as animal bedding; hay from the farm pens; blades of grass; wheat, if she was able to find it. She'll crack and bend and hollow each one before bringing it to her lips to blow, trying to make some sort of sound come out.]

This is so much harder than it sparking looks... [So, it's going well.]

[hyperbloom]

[ She's awkwardly looking at whatever Mio's doing, but -- ah...she sees what the other's trying to do. ]

... Missing your instrument now, aren't you?

[moonblades]

Mm, no, I still have it. [Mio tilts up in her seat so Shinobu can see the flash of white at her hip.]

I'm making a duck call. [She sounds completely serious.]

[truthdefiler]

[Erika spends the first half hour looking over all the food, trying to spot anything that's been tampered with. When that proves pointless, she just hangs out at the wall. Any desire to mingle with the rest of the group has been pretty thoroughly snuffed out after the meeting.

Instead she just stares at everyone. Like an owl watching a rat with a flat expression of complete disinterest.]

[hyperbloom]

[ ...Erika... Shinobu can't blame her after, well. All of that. But she'll still attempt to do something anyway.

Here's a peace offering: Shinobu brings her a bag of cookies from JojaMart and holds it out to her wordlessly. ]

[truthdefiler]

[Erika... blinks in surprise. She has neither given nor received a gift all game. Wild.

Wait no I forgot about Colette and her chopsticks...]

What's this for?

[liberazoth]

[ this tl is literally just to say that vayne has hauled some ancient drums, a giant stewpot, and a jar of cookies into the saloon, because otherwise he has no idea what he would have done with these things. drums free to a good home, do we have some musicians in the crowd.

okay, no, he's also seeming to watch the duck staff intently as they handle drinks, which is just the barest step up from wallflowering. who knew he had an interest in the fine art of mixology. ]