WEEK THREE

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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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[duckinghell]

[The duck gives her a nod with its whole head, almost tipping over. Yes! Show it what you’ve got, Mio!]

[moonblades]

[Mio bursts into laughter when the duck almost tips forward. She bends down a little unsteadily to press her hand to its huge ducky forehead and keep it upright.]

Easy, easy. I'll play you something, but if you like it, maybe you should try to dance?

[She's not the boss of this little duck...or any of the little ducks, as it were. Mio lifts her flute, trying to match the classical folk music playing in the background with an uplifting tune.]

[duckinghell]

[The duck listens to the tune, standing still for a moment. It seems to hesitate to move at first, but then starts to bob its head in time with Mio's flute. Eventually, it begins to clap its wings along too. Its not quite dancing, but surely the sentiment is the same?]

[moonblades]

[Help, that's too cute. The corners of Mio's eyes crinkle in a silent smile as she continues the song. It's a pretty big development from being a wallflower duck. How could she be disappointed in that?

She plays through to the end until the gramophone switches to another track, when she pauses and lowers her instrument.]

Well? What do you think about my improv? It makes me think of quieter times spent with friends, resting before facing another day. [Isn't that exactly what this is, in a way?]

[duckinghell]

[The duck gives a gentler nod this time.]

Quack quack.

[They almost sound wistful.]

[moonblades]

That's something you understand too, huh? Even ducks must have fond memories.

[She hasn't had too many duck conversation, but she's noticed there seem to be some things they can't fully share. Mio chews on her words for a while, thinking of how they might actually converse.]

Do you have any friends here?

[duckinghell]

Quack.

[There's your answer.]

[moonblades]

[Okay, yeah. Sure. Quack. That answers everything and leaves no uncertainty whatsoever.

But she gets the gist of the answer regardless. Mio's ears dart back and rest low to her head.]

Okay, feris up the wrong tree. Then.. What would you like to do now? [She doesn't mind playing another song, but surely ducks get bored just the same as people do.]