NEWCOMER MINGLE
The breeze across the waters is cold, Norrhamn glowing like a bonfire with the reds and oranges of the trees. Autumn has truly arrived and Olivia, the administrator, has foregone summer dresses for warmer clothes. The ferry lands soft as always, letting off the small group of newcomers. Welcome to Norrhamn.
As is tradition, a welcome party is planned for later that night. A small fire pit has been set up in the community center garden and Ingvar is present to liven up the night with his accordion. The fika for the night is apple cake and hot chocolate — and if you know who to ask, you may be able to spike that chocolate with something stronger.
HOUSE GNOME MAYHEM
You're sure you had it a minute ago. The book you borrowed from the library, that trinket you brought from home, your favourite shirt, maybe even the keys to your cabin — whatever it is, it was there and now it's gone without a trace. Weird, huh? To make matters worse, whoever manned the community center kitchen has also disappeared, leaving the guests to fend for themselves with whatever they can find in the fridge.
Those who investigate this odd string of thefts - if that's what they are - may hear footsteps, see movement out of the corner of their eye, smell tobacco smoke or hear a faint, gruff chuckle without being able to place where it's coming from. Stranger and stranger...
[Oscar had been too distracted with his own mind to pay attention to the scenery. (Which may actually be a problem of his.) He's focusing a little too intently at the fire until someone comes at him speaking to him.
Shit, he's commenting about the party. What does he say? I haven't noticed anything about the party because I'm too busy being reminded of horrible things? No, one doesn't say that.
Oscar holds his own cup, looking at the hot chocolate.]
It's... fine.
[What else could you say? God, someone has got to be here with a flask of something because he can feel the awkwardness in that pitiful sentence.]
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Shit, he's commenting about the party. What does he say? I haven't noticed anything about the party because I'm too busy being reminded of horrible things? No, one doesn't say that.
Oscar holds his own cup, looking at the hot chocolate.]
It's... fine.
[What else could you say? God, someone has got to be here with a flask of something because he can feel the awkwardness in that pitiful sentence.]