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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Comments

[moonblades]

It's about a year, by your counting.

[Mio clearly doesn't look like a ten year-old, however. She is short and slight, but she's clearly in her late teens.]

[rightmove]

[He gives her a once over just to firmly verify what he was already thinking.]

Not a chance you're ten years old. You look a few years older, at least.

[He pauses. Hm. This place is really, really weird...]

Are you human?

[Is that a rude question???]

[moonblades]

[That's how long she's been alive, though... Mio won't fight him on it; there are so many strange things in this place that this one is barely worth mentioning.]

Yes. [They all are, the people of Aionios, regardless of the differences in their appearances.] I'm Agnian, though I suspect that information isn't that useful to you.

[rightmove]

[His eyebrows tick up. He was expecting a "no".]

Yeah, never heard of Agnian. Is that... What's that mean? Are you from Earth?

[He feels a little insane asking these questions, but.]

[moonblades]

[Mio's smile is a very patient apology.] I'm from Aionios. My nation, Agnus, is a part of that world.

[So: She's never heard of Earth, either. They're on equal footing, at least, when it comes to having no knowledge of one another's worlds.]

[rightmove]

[Well, at least they're equally in the dark.]

Right. I guess I can't be too surprised I've never heard of that, either. Different worlds, then.

[As if that wasn't obvious from the "terms" thing but still.]

You said kids are working as soldiers where you're from?

[moonblades]

We all are. Our two nations have been engaged in an eternal war since time immemorial. Fighting is what we've always known.

[She's starting to realize that sort of life sounds completely unreasonable for people who live "normally," even if to her it was simply the way of the world. Now that she's been told to question it, however... Mio even sounds a little embarrassed of those violent limitations, folding her hands in front of her.]