April Mingle Log

[thalassino]

[This month, there's a sign in the plaza indicating that the welcoming party has moved to the park to celebrate spring!

The food table is present as always, though the selection seems a little healthier than usual. No sweets are available for once - instead the Station Master will cheerfully invite anyone who comes by for a bite to eat or a nice drink to take part in the spring clam hunt! Scattered throughout the park are brightly colored clams, painted like easter eggs tend to be. Some of them are obvious, others are more well hidden. Others? Well, a few of the residents got a little over-enthusiastic. They sure do get excited about this stuff.

What's inside? Well, it depends! In most of the calms are various candies (not fish flavored this time, the clam theme seems to have satisfied the locals), but some of the clams are a little different. It might be time to celebrate spring, but it's also April 1st! When some of the clams are opened, characters might find that paper eels spring out at their faces, or that they're squirted with brightly colored ink, or even that the clam makes various noises. There are even a couple clams that are entirely empty and make a very mature raspberry sound when opened.

As always, the Welcoming Committee and Host Club have had booths set up for them as well. Have a question about the city? Want to talk to someone who doesn't have fish puns on the brain? Need a little companionship? Both are good places to check out. At the Welcoming Committee, just in case anyone was suspicous of the Zora Tunics that appeared Sunday night, Zelda's handing out a couple more and explaining those. The Host Club is under new management, but it seems like they've managed to pull things together regardless.

Have fun!]

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[redboots]

[After wringing out the water from her hair and drying up her axe bass with everything she could until it was no longer in such a crappy state, Marceline of course had to drift her way to the party that seems to be going on. After all, she was the Vampire Queen and, more importantly, a legendary rock and roller. Parties were her scene.]

[Anyone by the food table might see her floating along, axe on her back and a cup of fruit punch in her hand. She raises it up to her lips and... uh, that... sure is all the fruitiness apparently draining away. That sure is now a glass of clear liquid.]

[spacecase]

[...Yet she notices only the bass.

What the hell, her "spacesister" is a rainbow drinker, it's not like it bothers her.]

Ohmigod, I've never seen a model like that before. So cool!

[Hi, Marcy, mind having a dog-god floating next to you?]

[redboots]

[No minding here! Any musician who knows her stuff might actually not get messed with! Besides, dog ears, wow that is nauseatingly cute.]

[Looking pretty proud, Marceline swings her bass off her back so it can nestle in its rightful comfy place in her arms.]

Niiice, right? It used to be something totally boring, but I fixed it up, and now there's hardly a guitar in all of Ooo that can beat it.

You play?

[spacecase]

Totally! Mine was a model I called "eclectic bass" it had the option to add more necks and even a keyboard. Unfortunately, I could only use those extra parts when I was asleep, double unfortunately it was lost when my world exploded.

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I haven't gotten around to making a new one yet, but man, I've never met another bass player!

[redboots]

[Considering Marceline's world has a large chunk torn out of it, she just gives a sympathetic tsking noise.]

Harsh.

[/equally casual shrug.jpeg]

Tell me when you get around to it, then. It was hard enough getting a band together back home- nearly worked to death to get them together, I swear. [The joke is that she is already dead ha ha.] It'd be pretty rad to have someone to jam with while I'm stuck here.

[spacecase]

Man, I never even had someone to play with back home, it was just me and a dog with weird powers stuck on an island.

[And he couldn't even talk.]

But yeah, I would definitely be up for that! My name is Jade Harley, what about you?

[redboots]

[Dog with weird powers? Marceline snickers to herself a bit before coming back to the conversation.]

Marceline, you'll be seeing a lot of me around. So, know anyone else who knows how to bang two rocks together for music?

[antiquarian]

[Before the war Simon hadn't been too great at parties. He didn't mind them but when it came to socializing he'd usually just stick to the outskirts or find the nearest pet to make friends with like a tipsy male Snow White.

Funny the things you miss when they're not even remotely an option anymore.

True to form, he spends a lot of time near the food table. It's pretty uneventful until he spots Marceline because honestly? She kind of stands out. He does too to be honest but he's not the one floating and holding an axe bass.

He doesn't approach her right away, instead opting to stare. She looks like his Marcy, it's true, but his Marceline is seven. Ad she'd totally be seven if she did end up in Vatheon.

Right?]

[redboots]

[Simon that is sad and hilarious and Marceline is making it happen one day, just watch.]

[Really, standing out is what she WANTS to do. She just got here, so she has to make a good impression- and by good, she means cool and awesome. Besides, it lets her figure out other people. If there's one thing she knows about parties, it's that everyone wanders by the refreshments at some point. She just lets her eyes wander.[

[And in that wandering, well... Simon might not stand out as much as her, but it's hard to miss someone like him, especially with all the memories between them.]

[She stares right back, expression going from chill and relaxed to shock. Nothing's said for a good few moments before her voicebox doublecrosses her.]

...Simon?

[antiquarian]

[That's mean, Marceline. Mean and cruel and it's going to happen someday whether he likes it or not.

His chest tightens when he sees her expression change. Then she says his name and his heart jumps into his throat.]

...Marcy?

[redboots]

Wow. Okay. This is... definitely a thing that's happening.

[She'd... read about this sort of weird time b.s. in the pamphlet shoved onto her, but she hadn't actually thought something like this would happen. Just... gonna float over and awkwardly pap your face, Simon, hope that's okay.]

[Crap he's real]

1/2

[antiquarian]

I-

Yeah.

[This is weird. He's never really imagined how she might look as an adult. Now here she is, all grown up and awkwardly touching his face.

How handle?]

2/2

[antiquarian]

[The answer is hugs. Hugs are how he's choosing to handle this.]

[techno_shaman]

[The gatherings for the newcomers are always fun. It's nice to meet people when their objective isn't to kidnap and/or eat you. The girl with long dark hair definitely stands out in the crowd.

Oddly enough, the floating accessory is less bizarre than how the girl drinks her juice. She's taken everything out of it but the water.

Sera's a bit too timid to pry, but her gaze is obviously affixed to Marceline after that trick.]

[redboots]

[Wow she hasn't been stared at this much for a while now! Always good to feel like you stand out in the crowd again. She had almost been worried that people back home were getting used to her.]

You know, I'm definitely not one for prissy manners and all, but you could always say something instead of staring.

[techno_shaman]

Oh! I'm very sorry. [Sera apologies shyly. Despite her matured appearance, she's still young in some aspects.]

I've just...never seen anything like that before.

[Or anyone like her! She's an interesting character.]

Are you allergic to the water part of the punch?

[redboots]

Allergic? [Snort] No way. I just don't really need it. I'm interested in the red part.

[techno_shaman]

[The color has a lot of sad memories attached to it. A fallen comrade wore it, and...well, blood. She's seen her share of it, freshly spilled.

No, best not to think about that right now.]

It's a lovely color, yes! Do you only eat red things, then?

[redboots]

Sooort of. Heh. I eat the color.

[howamanlives]

[There's this brown-haired teenager whose just gonna stare at Marceline for a while, as if he's trying to figure something out. Then, he walks up to Marceline, eyes narrowed]

Uh, 'scuse me, ma'am, but...

... what world are you from?

[redboots]

[Wow what is with all these weirdos staring at her!!! Good thing she is a benevolent and gracious queen.]

Where do you think?

[No seriously she's kind of interested, even as she smirks as she says it]

[howamanlives]

Well, I know yer not human, but you look like you might be a digimon or somethin'.

... If ya don't know what that is, I guess that answers my question.

[redboots]

[Obviously, she has no idea what digimon even are! Still, she's lied before with little issues, and when something seems like it could be fun...]

Nice guess! [She swoops in closer, circling him a bit.] Didn't expect someone to get it right on the first try! Looks like you're a little digimon professor, huh?

[howamanlives]

... really? I was right?! Awesome!

Heh, I may not be a professor, but I am the one who beat Yggdrasil...!

[redboots]

[She will enjoy breaking his heart with the truth.]

Uh oh, sounds like we got a hero on our hands! Did it all by yourself?