September Event - Guest Appearances

Sep. 20th, 2025 10:27 am
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GUEST APPEARANCES
Ignition
September 20th is the Autumnal Equinox. Many places across the world of Concorde celebrate the first day of fall. While various nations and regions have their own cultural practices surrounding it, nature is god everywhere. And so the inception of Mother Autumn’s domain is universally recognized, even if the names change from place to place. But on a little island named Marrow, in a little town called Pumpkin Hollow, there is another reason to celebrate.

The birth of Dahlia Leeds is not so important an event that it supersedes Celestine herself, and neither Dahlia nor anyone in town is foolhardy enough to claim as much. In fact, after the events on this very same day last year, one might argue that perhaps her birth at least started out as a bad thing. But she is certainly the wealthiest person in town. It is through the combination of substantial wealth and a generous heart, two things that are very seldom found in the same place, that we end up with a soiree where the birthday girl would rather spoil everyone else on her day than herself.

The doors to Leeds Estate, which presides proudly over the town upon its throne at the crest of Founder’s Hill, are flung wide open. Large sums of Brass are paid to caterers, florists, and seamstresses to make sure this place is decorated to the nines. Some businesses labor all year, just to prepare for the handsome payoff they’ll get from this event alone. And you, dear neighbor, are invited. Not only are you invited, but you are dressed for the event in whatever your heart desires, completely at the birthday girl’s expense. Dahlia ensures no cost nor conflict stands in between anyone in town and a much-needed break. She is determined for this birthday of hers to be a good night.

Or else.
Incipience
{ The timeframe between ignition and the peak of burning, where a small, contained fire spreads and grows gradually into an established flame. All it takes is a spark. } The whole town is abuzz as preparations for the gala begin. From the moment people begin to wake up for the day, the air throughout Pumpkin Hollow just feels electric with excitement. After August, people have been needing this lift in morale, and after how last year’s gala went… well, there’s a lot riding on this one. And Dahlia seems much more in control now.

Speaking of being in control, the whole lead-up process has been incredibly organized. You wake up to a delivery--- your outfit, perfectly tailored and completely paid for. Accessories are included. She truly thought of everything.

It’s noteworthy that Dahlia’s invitations this time included another name beneath her own. “Suzanne Marie Dyneax,” it said. Most people don’t know the name, but gossip gets around in a small town like this. It’s not hard to pick up on the fact that this probably refers to Susie, one of the teenagers that Dahlia recently moved into her home, whose own birthday was ruined by Seemingly’s attack. Gift baskets have been delivered to others whose days were in proximity to the disaster--- Zivia, Capochin, even CT. Wine, fruit, and sweets, along with a birthday card. Dahlia has said in the past, “my birthday is your birthday,” but never has that felt more true.

With businesses mostly closed for the celebration, you are left with the majority of the day to prepare in relative peace. For many of the women in Dahlia’s inner circle, there is even a pre-party group dressing room set up on the third floor of her home. Only those who received her special invitation (Susie, Noelle, Fever, Cassandra, Anya, Alice, Patty, Melanie, Basira, Elsie) are permitted to join, but any friends or partners are gladly invited to wait at the bottom of the stairs for the girls to make their grand entrance.

The food is laid out, flowers placed, dresses laced and buttoned. The clock strikes 6pm, and the fun begins.

FLASHOVER
{ The moment when a blaze reaches its maximum size and heat, and the radiant heat in the space is such that all combustible materials ignite at once, allowing the flame to steadily and freely burn for the rest of the night. } By the time it reaches 6:15, the ballroom is already flooded with eager dancers and hungry dinner guests. After all, the whole town is invited, and everyone’s excited to see Dahlia’s beautiful new ballroom and take a load off.

The music is elegant, played by a rotating cast of musicians who join the party when their act is over. The food is extravagant--- Dahlia and two of her partners are some of the biggest foodies in town, so this is expected. There is talking and laughing and the swirling of ballgowns, and all is well.

But there is a guest you do not recognize in the corner of the ballroom. An older man with white hair, strong features, and a dour expression. You can see Dahlia eyeing him, then flitting over to him, then talking to him. Her expression shifts from anxious, to annoyed, to resigned, before at last she sighs heavily and leaves him to it. Whatever it is that’s going on, clearly it’s something Dahlia is willing to begrudgingly tolerate in order to get back to having fun.

The reason for the disturbance becomes clear in short order, but by the grace of Celestine (and perhaps Eligos), it isn’t a reality bending nightmare or an attack by some monstrous beings. It is simply more guests.

A lot more, in fact.

Those who were on the island in September of the previous year will recall the Visitor’s Center, which appeared briefly just past the beach and served as temporary living and meeting quarters for visitors from the homeworlds of current residents. It would seem that this is a repeat incident. For the night of the gala, one to two “plus ones” have been invited for the vast majority of offworld residents. Most of them are friends or family who are happy to see their guests--- but this is ultimately a working of Eligos, so naturally, this is not always the case.

At the very least, Eligos seems to have been generous with his own granddaughter. As she turns away from him, she very nearly runs into someone much shorter than her. A dark haired human man with dwarfism. He laughs at the accident, grinning up at her as she stares back at him, utterly baffled. Then, petticoats billowing out, Dahlia sinks to the floor and embraces him as tight as she can, head pressed to his chest with little regard for her carefully-styled hair. Even those across the room can hear her shout his name. ”Jonah!”

Within the hour, the ballroom is packed with nearly double the people originally expected, turning the party livelier than it’s ever been. Tearful reunions, laughter, dancing, mischief, romance, sparring, cruelty, and even proper, righteous violence. Truly, this Leeds Gala will be one for the books!

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[ OOC reminders: each apped-in player character is entitled to one or two guests from their homeworld. This can be former selves, family, friends, enemies, and they do not have to be from the character’s exact canonpoint. They can be from the past or the future. You may play them yourself, ask another member player to do it, or recruit a non-member player to do so with moderator approval. Non-member players are permitted to join the Discord server while they’re active in this event! Threads you write for your own guests are eligible for AC for the character they’re there with, and threads you write for someone else’s guest can be used on the AC of a character of your choice. Just make sure to mark them as guest threads. After the gala, guests will be allowed to move freely about town, stay the night on Saturday and go home Sunday, or leave right after the gala if preferred. And last but not least, characters played in the gala can be apped directly from this event, rather than going through the normal arrival process. Let a mod know if you have questions, and have fun! ]

Smoldering
{ The decay of a flame as available heat, oxygen, and burning material gradually diminish. Eventually, the flames will recede entirely into glowing embers, glittering like orange starlight amid the ashes of what once was. } The party rages well into the night. It’s not typical for residents of Pumpkin Hollow to stay out this late, with everything around here that goes bump in the night, but eventually party-goers begin to find their way out. They move in small groups, huddled around lanterns, may they ever stay lit. Perhaps the surprising bit is that their guests can go with them. There are even reservations made for board overnight at the Oak & Iron, all under the name “E. Rex”.

But alas, these reservations are only booked for one night. And by the time the sun begins to set on the darker half of the year for the first time, an unfamiliar black boat is moored at Jack's Marina. One that the guests will recognize as the vessel on which they arrived. They must leave by the time it becomes dark.

Or must they? Perhaps for a select few, they will fail to feel the call which draws them home. It is unclear why. There are many that Mortanne would have allowed residency for, if she could. But for some reason, all but a small few feel the pull. Perhaps Eligos has simply abandoned them here. (Or maybe none at all end up marooned and everyone goes home? That all depends on you, dear reader.)

When the sky goes dark, the aptly named Heavy Heart shoves off, with only her crimson sails hanging suspended seemingly in midair in the moonlight. The black ship is otherwise consumed by the night. And soon, even those flashes of red vanish into the distance.

Moments recede into memories, like a dying fire settles gently into glowing embers at the bottom of a hearth. The festivities are over, and the guests are gone. Life in Pumpkin Hollow resumes as before. But maybe just a little warmer and brighter.

“My birthday is your birthday,” as Dahlia often says.

Happy birthday.

References to the appearance of Leeds Estate can be found here!

Breathe the Free Air Again | OTA

Sep. 19th, 2025 06:21 pm
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Who: Wizard ([personal profile] substitutiarylocomotion) & any interested parties.
What: A new toplevel to knock the dust-off after inactivity and a chance for Wizard to finally ply his services in the Arcanium and get some fresh air after all the Seemingly's climate kerfuffles.
When: Mid-September
Where: The Arcanium, Pinhole Printing and Binding, Blackberry Apothecary

Breathe the Free Air Again - OTA

The past month had been a trying one for Sylus. What was meant to be the time that he opened the doors of the Arcanium in-earnest instead saw the force of all four seasons unleashed upon the town. The onset of blistering heat alerted the Wizard that something unusual was afoot, and it soon became apparent that shopping was unlikely to be on anyone's to-do list when going outside at all could be a death sentence. Though interiors seemed to be spared the worst of the elemental wrath buffeting Pumpkin Hollow, the exterior of the Arcanium had only just been restored and neither he nor Sorceress intended to allow their magical sanctum to crumble under the concentrated force of the seasons. A stocked pantry meant they could subsist well enough in terms of food and supplies and Sorceress's alchemical abilities safeguarded them against the possibility that the madness lasted longer than anticipated, so the primary issue became protecting the building itself. A ward was able to erected over the Arcanium, raising just in-time to shield it from the whirlwinds that followed in the wake of the scorching temperatures, but did little to alleviate the climate catastrophes themselves. Faced with floods and freezes, the pair of enchanters had little choice but to bunker-down to ensure the arcane protection would remain strong enough to deal with whatever unexpected surprises might be next in the meteorological roulette. By the time normalcy returned to the town Wizard was quite ready for a change of scenery, and he fully expected that anyone else who’d spent the ordeal as he had would wholly agree.

Grand Opening - The Arcanium
The Arcanium had been Wizard's primary focus since arriving in Pumpkin Hollow and, loathe as he was to take to the "hermit in a tower" school of wizardry, he couldn't help but admit that providing a hub for all things magical was likely the most useful thing he could do in his unfamiliar new surroundings. Progress had been slow-but-steady, with more than a few strange happenings harrying his efforts, but the time had finally come to open the doors to his arcane emporium.

The interior of the Arcanium was a simultaneously organized and cluttered affair, rife with crammed shelves of books and writings on different magical properties by his partner and him, with countertop spaces littered with signs of different sorcerous undertakings. Those interested in purchasing something of a mystical nature can choose from a selection of different scrolls containing bound spells of various different strengths and utilitarian applications or can choose from a selection of assorted household items that have been ensorcelled for added convenience. Self-sweeping brooms, auto-transcription quills, and all manner of strange-but-helpful magical knickknacks can be found within the Arcanium's selection, but customers are also able to bring their own items for enchantment as well.

Disenchantment and curse-breaking services are offered as well, with a pamphlet by the door even offering home visits for such purposes, but it goes on to state that results will vary based on the strength of the offending spell. Though there is nothing in the way of alchemical ingredients for sale, given the prevalence of more specialized stores for such purposes, small vials of magically-imbued potions and tinctures are available for odder or more hyper-specific undertakings. A small curio at the back of the store holds a very limited selection of rings and amulets imbued with various helpful charms, while a roped-off set of stairs leads up towards the Arcanium's living quarters.

Wizard himself sits at a desk near the front door, looking back and forth from a stack of books and his own writings while humming contentedly. A series of candles and lanterns cast a warm glow over his workspace, but also bathe the entire entryway in the smell of warm lavender and beeswax. Engrossed as he is in his work he still maintains enough awareness to greet anyone who might enter, giving a simple "welcome" with only the most passing glances up from his desk.

The Splendid Scent of Ink and Paper - Pinhole Printing and Binding
By the nature of his profession Wizard had spent an inordinate amount of his life around books and literature when compared to the average person, so the sights and sounds of a bindery were not unfamiliar to him. Despite his level of experience, what he’d found within Pinhole Printing was unlike anything he’d seen before. Printing Presses existed where he’d come from, but only a few decades had passed since the very first prototype was unveiled and they were still devices considered to stand on the bleeding edge of technological advancement. Having even a single press could put a town on the map, elevating its scale of production to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with far larger operations, but they were expensive investments and had yet to be common sights outside large population centers. Seeing one here was both a surprise when compared to the woodblock printing he’d anticipated, but also not entirely unexpected given the other technological marvels he’d seen on display since arriving on Marrow Isle.

The dark wood that made up the shop’s interior lent itself well to matching the behemoth of a device that dominated the rear of the store but, despite the complimentary choices of woodwork, much of the bindery seemed to exist in a state of organized chaos - something that Sylus was all too familiar with. Being among the scent of fresh ink again was quite satisfying to him though, and he had come to greatly enjoy watching the press at-work since first discovering Gerard’s store. Filling enough volumes to stock the shelves of the Arcanium had meant getting more than a few books bound as well, but in all his visits he had yet to ask after the strange teal-haired figurine that stood in the shop window. Whether a mascot of the store, a curiosity from Gerard’s travels, or simply a good luck charm that he’d picked up at some point or another Sylus did not know, but her clothing and overall aesthetic certainly stood at odds with the rest of the bindery.

Whether perusing the choices of book covers for use in some new treatise on translocation, selecting font for some print or another, or simply enjoying observing the process, Wizard can be spotted loafing around the store’s front-room fairly easily.

Wisdom is a Flower - Blackberry Apothecary
Wizard was not unfamiliar with the idea of an apothecary, having been fueled by a variety of potions throughout much of his adventures, but such establishments had always been cloaked in a heady atmosphere of mysticism. Alchemists and mystics would brew potions with powerful effects and ply them to adventurers who were going into battle, with incense and dimmed-lighting seemingly coming part-and-parcel with the creation and selling of such things. The optimistic and matter-of-fact practicality of Blackberry Apothecary couldn’t have been further from those kinds of potion sellers, and instead presented the art of potion making with the kind of well=learned professionalism he would expect of a far more mundane occupation.

Culture shock as it had been first stepping into the the cheery, lavender-walled shop Wizard had grown quite reliant on the knowledge and resources Sally provided. The flora and fauna of Marrow Isle were a complete unknown to him, yet her knowledge allowed him to request draughts for specifics purposes as well as providing him relief from the aches and pains of his lengthy renovation project. Sourcing ingredients for those concoctions he intended to add an enchanted spin to in his own store would have been impossible without the Sally’s expertise as well, and meant Sylus had become a regular sight within the well-stocked shelves of the Apothecary.

Whether just window-shopping or dropping by to pick up a specific order, Wizard can be encountered fairly frequently among the tiled floors and marble counters of Blackberry Apothecary.

Wildcard
If the above prompts aren’t your style, or if you’ve got another location or idea in mind, feel free to ask for a custom starter! Wizard is much better acquainted with the island than before he arrived, so he’s actively getting around to quite a few locations now. If you’ve got something specific in-mind odds are it would be well within his circle of travel.
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