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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B+Wildcard? Let me know if this is okay!

[inthemiddle]

Not one to rest on his laurels, Silas explored the town and found the clinic. A healer himself, he assumed his talents would be best served there, rather than tilling up land. Asking the staff about the state of the locals, nobody was in urgent need, but he was told of someone that caused a bit of... worry. By the looks of him, the man could maybe use a check up, if Silas felt so inclined to do an unexpected house call. No harm in peeking in on him out of concern, was there? Silas wouldn't suspect so.

He got directions and found his way to Toshinori's home. He went to the door on instinct, wrapping his fist there a few times before his gaze traveled to... some kind of bed suspended in the trees? And a man there, at least partially asleep. Silas approached with some caution, clearing his throat with some volume in case his knocking on the door hadn't alerted or awoken the man.

"Hello, good sir? I hope you don't mind an unexpected visitor," said Silas, though his expression was rather confused by the sight of the hammock. What in the world is that thing? How entirely peculiar...

This is fine!

[i_am_here]

Raising his head from the hammock, Toshinori smiled a little as he sat up carefully. "Not at all, I'm just resting my eyes. Come on over. I'm Toshinori."

He got up, swinging his feet over the hammock as he winced a little. "Sorry for being so slow, I'm just healing right now."

[inthemiddle]

So he is healing from something, Silas can feel relieved he made the right choice in coming along. Whether or not the man would want help is another matter, but Silas is glad he can make the offer sooner, rather than later. He stepped closer and offered his hand in greeting, wearing soft cloth gloves himself. The handshake is quick and passive, a polite formality.

"I'm Silas, a Druid of the Springtide. A doctor with healing magics, in the simplest terms. It's nice to meet you," he went on, manner kind and professional.

"I heard from the locals that you seemed... weary," that's a nice way to put it, Silas hopes. Really, the man's state had been described more like weird and messed up, but Silas wouldn't say that. He'll think it, but he won't say it.

"Could I help you at all?"

[i_am_here]

"Well, now that you mention it, I could use a bit of healing." said Toshinori. "However most of these injuries have been attended to, but there's still a lot to work on."

Lifting his shirt, he showed off the bandages and the shape of the scar in his body. "Can you help with this? Most of it has been internal damage exacerbated by combat."

[inthemiddle]

Silas wouldn't have lasted long as a healing druid if he was squeamish, so his expression is level and serious to look at the injuries being presented with. He feels several emotions, pity and a desire to help most obviously, but also fascination. That scar was the most severe he'd ever witnessed, there's something be said about the man's constitution, that he could survive at all with an injury like that. Silas is peeling his gloves off carefully as he speaks.

"I need to touch directly to use my magic, is that alright?" he assumes it will be, tucking his gloves away in his vest, "and may I inquire about the cause?"

[i_am_here]

"That's fine," said Toshinori. "And it was a fight, a clash between rival forces. I lost most of my stomach, and had countless surgeries in order to get back to the point I am today. I was recently involved in another clash with the same person, and the fresh injuries are the result."

[inthemiddle]

"You're very lucky to have survived, your healers must have been very skilled--" Silas tucks in close, pressing his hands against the spot, only to accidentally swing the hammock back some. Which he finds alarming and removes his hands quickly over.

"Aah, I..! Perhaps you should move somewhere more stable? This strange bed seems very unsafe," so wobbly and precarious! Why? What is the purpose?

[i_am_here]

Because relaxation that's why. Getting up, Toshinori nodded. "I have a bench over there," he said, pointing at the bench that was sitting in front of his house. "We can use that there."

Moving over a little slower than usual, he eased himself into a sitting position. "Did you need my shirt off?" he asked.

[inthemiddle]

Straightening up, Silas will offer a hand in help if Toshinori needed it along the way to the bench. He kneels down by there, getting eye level with the injury to inspect it. His hands reach to touch it, very gentle with his hands.

"Only if it would make you more comfortable," he notes, serious in expression and tone, "some pressure soon, and do not mind the mist, it will clear shortly."

It's a concise word of warning. His press of fingers is more precise and firm, likely uncomfortable if not painful. They warm up and the pain should fade. A green mist releases from the area they're touching, lingering in the air with a pleasant, faintly floral smell. He lets some seconds pass by, before inquiring "does that feel any better, sir?"

[i_am_here]

Toshinori in reply, coughed a little. "It does actually," he said, coughing to clear his lungs. "Thank you. Is that magic healing or a quirk at play?"

He never knew after all, and it seemed like there was a lot of people with different abilities in this place.

[inthemiddle]

"It is magic, to oversimplify, it's granted by my ears," he would point to the lilies on his head, but both his hands are tracing along the wound, continuing to heal and ease where he senses distress. Of course, distress seemed to be everywhere he touched and in far too intense a degree to reverse. At the least, he can ease the pain and get the more recent damage cleaned up some.

"Are you coughing from illness or injury? I can also purge disease, but I don't quite sense it,"

[i_am_here]

"Injury," replied Toshinori, "but it's more chronic than anything. The surgeries I went under removed most of my stomach, and repeatedly worked on the trauma on my body. Even now, I cough up blood half the time."

He coughed again, a trickle of blood leaking between his lips.

[inthemiddle]

"That's very severe, do you need regular pain relief and treatment? I can't promise I'll be here too long, but I hope to help while I'm around. If you want, of course," Silas takes his hands back, waving the lingering mist away before it catches him and he sneezes into his own shoulder. Whoops.

"Here," he'll reach to his vest and pull out a handkerchief, "for the blood. Hah, I-I'm never quick enough to use it when I sneeze, so it's clean,"

[i_am_here]

"Fairly much. I teach, and for the most part I'm alright to do so. But it's occasionally I cough up blood." said Toshinori, taking the handkerchief and dabbing away the blood.

"Right now I'm mostly just trying to relax a little, and heal up before doing anything strenuous."

[inthemiddle]

"This seems like a good place for that. Take all the time you need to rest," Silas said, pleased the man was going to take time to care for himself. There were plenty of Springtide warriors he went to heal who didn't know their limits or didn't want to acknowledge them. Forge onward, no heed to their own safety. Silas stands, smoothing out his vest, retrieves his gloves to put back on.

"Would you like me to stop by again, to see if you are around? Your pain should be gone for a few more hours and dulled for at least a couple days time." He would hope, at least, he perhaps poured a bit more magic into it than he normally would have for pain treatment. There was just so much damage, his desire to help as much as possible sparked.

[i_am_here]

"That should be fine," said Toshinori, nodding politely. "I'll look forward to your help once more, Silas. If you want, I'll be available in a day or two, once I figure out what my schedule is going to be."