WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

26 Villagers

After the news from the town hall, Puffin Town might not seem as tranquil as before—if it ever did. But the sun dawns, and the rooster crows on a new week, that seems peaceful enough, for now. There's farming to be done for those who don't want to subsist off the vast canned food selection at Joja Mart, or you could take up your hand fishing or even venturing into the mines.

If you want to lay around on the grass taking count of the shapes in the clouds no one will stop you, an eager duck might even stop by to give you a pillow; but the cost of the harvest looms overhead, even if you choose not to see it.

And so too does: confetti? Monday, at precisely noon, everyone will find themselves showered with confetti from seemingly nowhere. The culprit largely seems to be the ducks, but if you're somewhere closed off like bathroom, there's no obvious instigator in sight. Though if you squint real hard, you might see the wisps of something? It's hard to see through all the colorful paper, though. Regardless, you'll soon find yourself accosted by a duck with a flyer, printed and worn:

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Festival!

The Colors You Want to See Festival!
Do you find the walls of your cottage drab? Do you want to add a special touch to make your home YOURS? Stop by the general store this week and pick up some art supplies to decorate your life! NOTE: Puffin town does not take responsibility for any damage incurred during the decorating process. Participation will be rewarded with an item from the community stockpile! Please see the event organizer in the community center to submit your polaroid photograph of your entry. (Polaroids are available at the general store.)

Maybe calling it a festival is a stretch, but it's certainly a group activity nonetheless. And hey, there's even prizes! The duck, ever eager, presses another paper into your hand, though this one is handwritten, in a cursive elegant hand.

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Gift Giving

Someone told me that receiving a gift is a reward in itself. But if you share with others, you deserve something tangible, don't you? Try it, you might be surprised at what you receive.

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, but feel free to submit for later weeks if you like!))

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jade vine farm

[collisionheart]

[ She spends the afternoon at her assigned farm. Amy is in a t-shirt and denim overalls, kneeling over a patch of dirt and digging out weeds, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead. Next to her are seeds and the usual hand-planting tools… and a dozen cans of meat from the JojaMart.

The rules said freshly dead body (gross, terrible, horrible), but fresh is up for interpretation, right? Right? She can’t stay here, and anything that isn’t… that is worth a shot… maybe they could all donate a little blood until they get a whole person’s worth… maybe ‘body’ can be any kind of body and their kidnappers were just trying to freak them out…

Gross. Gross. Stomach shudders. She’s going to stop thinking about it. ]

[lovebombing]

[wandering over and just]



[staring at the meat]

Iiiii'm pretty sure we can't grow meat trees.

[collisionheart]

Oh. It’s for the seeds…

[ Maybe the ground should just swallow her. ]

Corpses are fertilizer, so I thought… we should try everything…

[lovebombing]

Ah.

[He heaves a little sigh.]

Worth a shot, but I dunno.........I don't know if that stuff has enough blood.

[collisionheart]

[ Amy sits back on her heels and wipes her forehead. She just smears dirt all over herself. ]

Maybe, but… I don’t want to take their word for it.

[lovebombing]

...No, I get it.

[Hmmmm. He's squatting down to look at the hole.]

Are you just going to dump it all in?

[collisionheart]

Yeah… a whole tree probably needs a lot…

[ is. is he going to watch her open a bunch of cans. help. ]

[revelate]

[Blissfully unaware that Amy is busy contemplating murder, Noah approaches her, spade in hand, and takes a look at her handiwork. Trying to work this entire plot of land on her own is noble, but...]

...Hey there. Need a hand? You'll pass out from heat stroke if you don't take care of yourself out here.

[collisionheart]

[ Amy looks up. The last thing she wants to do is make a roommate angry, so she nods a little in assent. Maybe... she shouldn't have chosen the hottest part of the day to do this, but it took all morning to get things together... ]

Okay. Thank you...

[revelate]

No need to thank me. We're living together, yeah? The least I can do is share the burden with you.

[Noah stoops down and joins her in plucking weeds from the soil. He'll have to fetch a hoe to turn over the dirt, but that can wait until later.]

Why didn't you ask for help? Our roommates are [............] ...a diverse group, but surely they'd be willing to help out.

[collisionheart]

[ This is just going to keep happening, huh. ]

I don’t think anyone else thinks it’s worth a try, so…

[revelate]

Did you ask them?

[Noah's sure he already knows the answer to that one.]

It's not as if it's a bother. If we're going to live together, we all have to do our fair share to keep this place operating. Isn't that how it should go?

[collisionheart]

[ She shakes her head a little. Okay, well. That's checkmate. But Erika kind of just told her she's dumb for this in less words, so really??? ]

Um, do you want to pick something?

[ She nudges the basket towards him a little. It's full of basically every type of seed she could find: strawberries and potatoes and a variety of flowers are on top. Here's hoping he'll consider picking out seeds to be enough help and find something else to do... At least he's not making it about corpses like Sampo did. ]

[rightmove]

[Healy spots her as he's on his way to town and decides to ignore her. Not his business. Maybe she's... well, who knows what the hell she's doing? Not his business.

...And then ten minutes later he's crouching in the dirt next to her, surveying her, uh. Farming stuff. But then it clicks.]

Ah. I get it. I see where your head's at. Good thinking, kid.

[It's a waste of time, for sure, but she's trying something. Kudos. Now's the time to throw spaghetti at the wall.]

Think it'll work?

[collisionheart]

[ Amy looks up at the roommate who can definitely snap her like a twig. He doesn't have to say nice things to her. Or anything to her. S.O.S. Her hand tightens a little on the handle of her spade. She looks glum. ]

I guess we'll find out... um, I got a few different seeds to try...

[rightmove]

I wouldn't get your hopes up. But it's worth a shot.

[Not like they have anything better to do, anyway. He picks up one of the cans to read the label.]

It's going to stink to high heaven, though.

[collisionheart]

Maybe… but it’ll be buried, right…? It shouldn’t be too bad…

[ at least she’s trying something, can thief… ]

[rightmove]

Maybe, maybe not. Animals might dig it up.

[#pessimism]

At least you picked a decent spot. Not near the house. Have you tried planting anything else yet?

[collisionheart]

[ right… animals… why hadn’t she thought of that… ]

No… [ Her collection of seed packets is random and entirely yet unopened. Dismay. Dismay. Dismay. ]

Too many weeds to deal with first…

[truthdefiler]

That's not going to work, you know.

[Objectively hilarious that she's trying though.]

[collisionheart]

[ guh. ]

You're probably right...

[truthdefiler]

Run me through your thinking, though. I'm curious.

[collisionheart]

[ Guh. She’s going to be mocked by the fake detective, isn’t she… Amy sits back on her legs and looks at her pile of cans in dismay. ]

Well… they said we need a corpse to grow things… but who knows how fresh it really needs to be, so… uh, maybe it’s up for interpretation…?

[truthdefiler]

Are you... under the impression that there's human flesh in the cans?

[She's already mocking, sorry.]

[collisionheart]

No! I-It says it's chicken!

[ bibi save her. save her bibi. ]