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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[antiquarian]

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

[redboots]

[Oh! Oh hey that is a hug. That is a hug she is clinging right into.]

[The last time she hugged him, he didn't even remember who he was and while Simon was always cold to the touch, the Ice King was just plain... well, icy. He's still cold now, but warmer at the same time.]

I missed you so much...

[Anyone who says she might be about to cry is going to get a punch in the face. just for the record.]

[antiquarian]

[Chilly-warm hugs are his specialty.

He won't point out her crying if she doesn't mention his own clinging. He'd spent the last few days so worried about her, about the possibility of never seeing her again.]

I missed you too, darling.

[He's going to just savor this moment for as long as he can and try not to think about the implications of her reaction to seeing him and her saying she'd missed him.]

[redboots]

[Good thing his natural aura of freezing liquids means she can hide any weird eye droppage in his hair! Evidence, what evidence.]

[After clinging for a while, she takes a deep breath, discretely wipes her eyes, and then pushes away just a little bit with her hands on her shoulders.]

I'd say I'm sorry for being taller than you now, buuuut being tall is pretty bomb, so yeah. Man how long have you been here, what were you doing before you came?

[antiquarian]

[He chuckles a little, raising his hands to lay them on top of hers.]

I promise not to hold it against you but I think you're too big for me to carry now. [His smile fades a little.] Not long, just a few days. Before I got here we were running from mutants, when you were seven and sick. Do you remember that?

[redboots]

Big enough to hold you now, tho!

[Shoulder punch! Her expression goes a bit somber when he tells her when he was from, but she does to keep a smile on her face. She doesn't want to ruin something she never thought she would get to experience again.]

Wow, that was- ages ago. I was just telling some friends of mine about it and everything.

[antiquarian]

[Ow! Careful with him, Marceline, he's an old man and you're a super cool vampire. He laugh off the punch though, rubbing the spot.

He's tempted to ask how long is 'ages' for her instead decides on something less likely to have a sad answer.]

You made friends, Marcy?

[redboots]

[No you're just a wimp, Simon. A wimp who can occasionally lose his mind and make everything go ice age, but still a wimp.]

[And yes, let's go with that.]

Yeah! I mean, you know, they're not too bad. [Nonchalant shrug! He is totally not one of her best friends in the world or anything.] It's this kid named Finn, and his dog Jake. They're pretty ridiculous.