STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

[starhuemod]

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]


The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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Comments

[idunnosurfing]

[It's a small thing that she doesn't recoil in fear at his talons, but it doesn't feel small, even though logic dictates that if she was going to wig out about them she would have wigged out about his wings and bird feet first. It just catches him off-guard every time someone isn't actively threatened by him--with one notable exception who's waiting for him at home. At their home.

Hopefully, Toby won't comment on the redness spreading from his ears to his face.

He focuses on pulling her up, but then he actually looks at her hand, and he's abruptly hurled back to the last time he was in Greece. His own hands haven't healed like that in years; the evidence is in the tight, gnarled scar tissue across his knuckles.

But then he remembers how he got them. Sasuke had been so angry that his body had heated to burning, and Percy had punched him anyway, and kept punching until they'd exhausted their fury and helplessness the only way either of them seemed to know how.

But this isn't about Sasuke, so he shakes off the feeling as best he can and sits back on his haunches, smiling sheepishly. Mrs. O'Leary flops down next to him, panting as she gazes adoringly at Toby. He reaches over and scratches her ears, her tongue lolling in euphoria.]

My baby brother's about that tall, although seven feet is short for a cyclops. He's still a kid, though, so I'm assuming he'll grow some more.

[There's something in the way that Toby is looking at him, like she's trying to assess him. He's not sure why, but he has this prickling feeling that she knows more than she's letting on about things like this, deities and monsters and magical creatures, and he can understand a sense of wariness around it. He probably would have been too, had he not become sort of numb to it from his time on the Ryslig peninsula. It's hard not to telegraph an awareness of the mystical when you're half-regular-guy, half-osprey.]

Hey, Spike. Sorry about my dog; she thinks she's being friendly.

[Carefully, he extends his hand palm-up--can a plant even smell? He's not sure, but he kind of likes the little thing, and likes its name even more.]

[bloodychangeling]

[Toby only raises a brow slightly; she's read the human stories, of course, but the cyclops are one of those things that doesn't actually have its origin in Faerie, at least not from what she knows. But her sister is a death omen who's dating a bird, so it's not that weird by her standards. What is weird is the whole bird thing mixed with the feeling of sea on him. It's not as strong as what she gets from the Luidaeg or Dianda or even Conner--and even passing by the thought of Conner hurts, she hast to shove past it quickly before she can fall into it, into the memory of that arrow he took for Gillian sticking out of his shoulder--but it's there and it's weird.

Still, she shrugs] Yeah? My sister was my death omen.

[it seems an appropriate comment. May would laugh, anyway. But May laughed at a lot of things. Maybe that was weird, that the girl who used to eat the dead to have a body laughed more than Toby did a lot of the time.

She glances down at Spike, watching as it twitches its petal-pink nose for a long minute. That makes her smile, at least] I don't think Spike's ever run into a dog before. It stays in the house with my actual cats most of the time, and before that it lived in the garden where it was born. It only came with me because it likes car rides.

[Spike seems to take some offense at that, chirruping up at her as if she's being dismissed before butting its head against Percy's palm like a furry cat might]

[idunnosurfing]

[It's only for an instant, but there's something that flickers across Toby's face. He might not have been able to see it if not for the increased acuity of his vision, but as it is he's gotten pretty good at reading microscopic twitches of muscle, minute changes in expression that give away emotion. He's also gotten pretty used to the idea that most people don't appreciate it when he can read them like this, so he pretends he didn't see anything at all.]

That sounds like it's quite a story. I have a cousin who's kind of like that, but his father's the god of death, so it comes with the territory.

[What's the point in hiding it? It's not like there's anyone from home to be annoyed at him--there hasn't been in years, and he's given up on that changing. At least the little plant creature is pretty cute, nuzzling at his palm just the same way that Jason used to.]

Mrs. O'Leary has met a couple cats, but definitely not one shaped like a rosebush. For that matter, I'm not sure she's ever been on a car ride, either. [With his free hand, he rubs her head, which makes her whine happily and nuzzle against his side.] I inherited her after her first owner died. As far as we know, she's the only friendly hellhound in existence. And, before you ask, I have no idea how she got her name.

[bloodychangeling]

[Toby manages to laugh at that, at least] Yeah, I uh. Think May might have been my cousin before she decided to be my Fetch. I don't know which line she comes from. My aunt probably knows, but it might be something she can't tell me.

[she knows the Ludiaeg has rules, that she seems to want to tell more than she does, but it makes sense that a Fae so old would be bound by more promises than most, even if she is one of the last of the First who's still hanging around

Toby grins properly as she watches the two creatures nuzzle at the boy in their unique ways. Spike has gotten pretty good at being gentle with its thorns until it knows what different skin can handle, and is making that rattling sound that counts as a purr] I don't think many of us have met rosegoblins, actually. They seem to stay in the gardens where they grew for the most part. The garden it was born in just happens to belong to one of the people who...created them? I think? I don't know a lot about them either, and she and I are...not really on speaking terms right now. [not that she blames Luna, really. She can't forgive Raycel, but she gets Luna's anger. She would have been the same, probably, if Gillian had been the one driven mad by trauma.

She chuckles, a little ruefully] You're talking to someone with a mother who thought it would be really funny to name her daughter October Daye. I've got no room to make fun of anything's name. I'd still kind of like to know if my father put up a fight about it, but he was probably too smitten with her to say anything. She kind of has that effect on people. One of many things she didn't pass onto me. I guess I should count myself lucky Dad was the first one to start calling me Toby, at least.