GAME OPEN - INTRO MINGLE

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INTRO MINGLE: BOUNTIFUL BUFFET
	NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK
	New arrivals will continue trickling in as time goes on, always arriving close enough to the Obsidian Fieldlands base camp to be spotted and shepherded back to the safety of Jubilife, or in the vicinity of a material-gathering party who can gather them up as well. Characters are given a spare set of clothes once they arrive at the village. It's usually something resembling a casualwear kimono and trousers, fitted to them specifically. OOC NOTE: If your character arrived during the TDM, feel free to use that as game canon!
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PLANNING PHASE
As the new arrivals begin to show up in force, the Galaxy Team's leader, Kamado, makes more and more visits to the Wallflower. Soon after, the Wallflower's chef and owner puts out a call for help: Ingredients, of all varieties, and extra hands that can prepare and cook food. It seems a big buffet is in the works - and the whole village is invited! OOC NOTES: ❧ The in game length of the gathering, prep, and meal phases totals 4 days, but feel free to thread well beyond that. ❧ Wildcards and additional prompts are absolutely encouraged here! ❧ Characters who arrived during the TDM may consider those threads canonical to the game if they wish. ❧ Have fun!
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	GATHERING PHASE (DAYS 1-3)
	The request goes out in the early morning on Friday: Ingredients! Food items! As much as you can carry! The reward, the green haired maestro of cooking assures you, will come in time. Though if you can’t be convinced to work for free, he’ll turn over some coin with minimal grumpy mumbling. The ingredients he’s looking for are all easy to locate in the Obsidian Fieldlands - a variety of berries, the ever sweet combs of Dazzling Honey, and the savory Springy Mushrooms that grow at the bases of trees. There are other herbs and plants on the list as well, so feel free to make some up as you go. The largest barrier to progress is the Combee that guard their precious honey and the Paras that hoard the mushrooms, guarding them fiercely. Whether you choose to sneak in, grab your goods, and sneak out, or do battle with these boisterous pokémon is up to you.
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MEAL PREP PHASE (DAYS 3-4)
As loath as he is to admit that he needs help, Beni is allowing folks into his kitchen to slice, dice, and sauteé in preparation for the big day! Ingredients need to be washed, sorted, prepared, and stored safely. Wood needs to be chopped for the cooking fires. New additions to the pantry are still being accepted. Whatever you can contribute helps, Beni assures everyone. If you’re feeling like there’s too many cooks in the kitchen, tables and benches need to be set up outside. The tables inside need to be washed and set up as well. Decorations are discussed - maybe some colorful lanterns or banners…?
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	FEAST (DAY 4)
	When the day comes, tables and benches are set up in front of Galaxy Hall and filled to the brim with food. Rice, great big hotpots of ramen, plate after plate of mochi - potato or otherwise - and a truly incredible selection of clay pots containing quality teas, brewed fresh for the occasion. And that’s just scratching the surface! Between the Agriculture Corps tireless work on harvesting food and all the new arrivals’ hard fought spoils, the feast is truly grand. Kamado appears in front of the table just as the first guests start to draw closer to the wonderful arrangement. He gestures with a sweeping motion at the food, and bows his head respectfully. "If you eat from this table-" he says. "-then you are one of us and we welcome you to our home. We only ask that you work to put food back on our tables moving forward. That you work hard and give Jubilife, and indeed all of Hisui, your best."
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GOOD OMENS (NIGHT)
After the feast, as night begins to fall over the village, characters may look up to see that in the clear starry sky, a meteor shower has begun. The shooting stars come in all colors, too, filling the night with a cheerful rainbow incandescence. Locals stop and point, the superstitious among them exclaiming that this is a good omen. A sign that things are looking up. They say there’s an old legend about this sort of meteor shower - that if you make a wish on the colorful streaks in the sky, it just might come true...
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[notyourmonster]

[ Having had their fun with the meteor - Minior? - shower outside, Reach has decided that what they really need after this long day is to get alone and re-orient themself again. There are admittedly better places to do that than the shared lodging they were expressly told would be such, but it's still nice every now and again to retire to a good, private spot that happens to be indoors. Less noise in there, less excitement. ]

[ That's exactly what's not waiting for this Toin, though. Instead they see...huh. Here's someone they've been curious about, albeit only in the recessed of their thrice-divided attentions back at the Wallflower. They have no inkling just yet on his status as a ghost, or as a former ghost, or whatever he may be, but they do know he carries himself with a very familiar poise and purpose. If not for the obvious indications to the contrary, he could almost pass for a Toin himself by manner alone, and that's a fact that puts them just the tiniest bit on edge. ]

[ They visibly deflate, just a tiny bit more than their already drained countenance. ] Oh. Are you my roomie, then?

[ They're trying to be polite, but they're...so tired. More tired than they have been in a very long time. ]

[hellsangel]

[He eyes them. They feel... odd. Not quite living, not quite dead. Hard to pin down.

He's not tied to his job - can't even summon his book of deaths - so he can't learn more just yet. Instead, he nods.]

I am. I'm Kravitz. [He subconsciously slips slightly cockney - his working voice, as it were. He's not likely to be working, but it's a bad penny of a habit.]

And you are?

[notyourmonster]

Call me Reach.

[ Reach isn't catching anything peculiar from Kravitz, by comparison; they're an Omen, after all, not the sort responsible for knowing things about certain souls. Even Sunny's not one they can read, not that they'd ever really want to. Still, they recognize the skeptical, businesslike air of a fellow hunter when they see it, and that much is both a relief and a concern. The odds of him being a Toin are almost nonexistant, but... ]

[ Nevertheless they're plenty well practiced at playing the social game and keeping their cool with much more disquiet on board than this. They sigh lightly and make a show of scoping out a spot to settle down. ]

We're gonna be livin' together for the foreseeable future, I reckon. You have one of those Pokemon critters too?

[hellsangel]

I do.

[He calls out the tiny ghostly teacup from its ball. Wedge blinks, the darkness of their home replaced by soft fire- and starlight.]

This is Wedge. They're shy, so be gentle.

[The teacup is quaking in its saucer, and it's not entirely clear why. Probably the presence of the grim reaper, if one hazards a guess. Kravitz chuckles slightly, a soft sound masked by his hand in front of his mouth.]

Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to do anything, Wedge.

[He's a bit distracted for a moment, as he gently lifts the teacup pokemon to a shelf where it can sleep. Only then does his full attention return to the Toin.]

You have one as well, then?

[notyourmonster]

Naturally.

[ They retrieve a Ball from their own belt, and out springs Miss Ziggy the Mimikyu, drowsy from a busy day and hunkered low under her slightly deflated disguise. She takes notice of Wedge only enough to clock that they're no threat to her before she shuffles across the floor to doze next to the fire pit. ]

Lovely little critters, aren't they? Not sure what I make of havin' 'em do the heavy lifting, but I suppose they're sweet either way. [ Reach follows their starter's example and takes a seat at the edge of the dip in the floor, and makes a show of stretching their legs. ]

Now, then...you have a story, friend?

[ After some brief hesitation they opt to start removing their gear to get more comfortable, slipping off boots, gloves, and coat. Their face is already exposed, but so far at least there doesn't seem to be any danger in letting some skin show. If they can muster up a strong enough team, they should be fine to handle anything that might change that. ]

[hellsangel]

Hmm. Stories? Several. If you want mine, though...

[He takes a moment to stretch before pulling a black feather out of his vest pocket and spinning it idly between finger and thumb. It's a practiced motion, done almost subconsciously as he thinks where to start.]

Have you ever heard the story of the grim reaper?

[That concerning little question seems as good a place as any.]

[notyourmonster]

[ At first, Kravitz doesn't get a direct reply. Reach just arches their eyebrows and gawks at him for several long seconds. Then they start to laugh, not cruelly or bitterly, but rather at the fact that they may have been more right than they thought about those first impressions. ]

I-I'm sorry. [ They chuckle a tiny bit more. ] That's awful rude of me. I just - well, you might laugh once you hear mine is all. But yes, I'm very familiar with him and all his merry cousins. Please, err, go on?

[hellsangel]

[He can't help but raise an eyebrow at that. It's not every day someone has that reaction. But he continues nonetheless.]

In my world, it's more of a job description. The reaper is a bounty hunter for those who evade their final rest. Ghost-hunters, dead themselves but allowed to walk among the living by the grace of the Raven Queen, goddess of death. I am one of them. It can be difficult, but it has its perks... Not all of which I can access here, for better or for worse.

[notyourmonster]

[ To this they nod, the mirth in their eyes finally simmering down enough as curiosity piques instead. They lean forward a bit now, wringing their hands together as if over an intriguing new puzzle. ]

The Raven Queen? Interesting. She wouldn't happen to be a fan of pumpkins, would she?

[ Probably not. Almost definitely not. But it would be very cool to have ended up in this particular mess with some manner of a cousin. ]

[hellsangel]

I wouldn't know; there are few pumpkins in the astral plane. She does... enjoy the company of the goddess of fate, however, that much I do know. Lady Istus is Her most beloved companion.

[His tone is clear; they're in lesbians with eachother.]

I am simply one of those in Her service.

[notyourmonster]

[ They blow a little raspberry. ] Thought so. It's a pity, though, otherwise I would've offered to hang out topside once this place kicks it.

[ Making some broad assumptions there, Reach. They're none too worried about overstepping, though, as evidenced by their liesurely stretch before they pick up their thread of this discussion. ]

I'm not usually in the business of spillin' about myself, but seein' as this is apparently some kinda special circumstance and you're...[ They eye him briefly up and down. ] A distant cousin? Maybe?

So I reckon it's fine. An' if not I'm sure I'll handle whatever consequences come attached, hmhm. I'm a Toin, you see, sort of a...cosmic custodian, that's what my pa likes to say. We run all sorts of different jobs for all sorts of different worlds. Some of us - Lanterns, we call 'em - do more or less the same thing as you, findin' souls that need reapin' and...yknow. Myself, though, I don't really do that. I did a bit when I first died, just to learn the ropes, but nowadays I'm a full-time Omen. Keepin' watch over bigger cosmic threats to the balance of things an' regulating how stuff changes in our little cosmic neighborhood.

My father, Jac, happens to be a god of death themself, yknow. An' they stick their nose into all sorts, so I figured there was every possibility "Raven Queen" was just another moniker. Doesn't sound that way, though.

[ They stretch again, this time with their arms up over their head, then settle back in and lean toward him. ] So how long've you been at it? Relatively speaking, anyway.

[hellsangel]

[He listens, thoughtful yet unblinking. His eyes only narrow in thought slightly as Reach finishes.]

A while. It's probably been a few hundred years, though it's hard to tell when time doesn't flow consistently across planes. This wasn't my long term goal in life, of course.