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DROPBOX

This page is a quick way to get in touch with the mod team. If you have a suggestion for a future event, would like to request NPC interaction, need clarification on something, or have questions about anything Peckenpaugh-related, you can post that here. All comments on this page are screened initially, but threads with valuable information may be made public. You can also contact us via email at peckishmods@gmail.com. We will try to address all questions and requests in a timely manner. If it has been seven days and you have not received a response, we encourage you to bump your comment with an edit or reply.

What sorts of things can I ask about here?

• Questions about the setting at large.
• Questions about NPCs.
• Questions about the application or the character roster.
• If you need clarification of the rules, IC or OOC.
• If you would like mod assistance, permission or input on an event you'd like to run.
• If you want your character to do something, but aren't sure if it's okay to do, or if you'd like to know potential IC consequences before you do something.
• Suggestions for pcal slots, events or anything of that nature.
• Requests for NPC interactions with staff, townies and any other mod controlled characters roaming the hills.
• Requests for a roll if you're out late at night or otherwise doing something that might get you in trouble. What does the roll net you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
• Once a month you may request an RNG roll to see if you find anything cool at Spellunking or are successful in acquiring spirits from Elflock Liquor.
• If you need to drop a character or leave the game. :(
• And, honestly, anything game related!

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Mr. Crockett is is, as always, gentle and soft spoken, and his immediate response to Viola’s first question is an almost imperceptible tightening of his features. He works his jaw, not wanting to answer at first, but as Viola starts to rifle through everything she’s brought, he admits, “If this is because of that ludicrous puppet lesson, there’s a much simpler explanation…”

But that’s not what Viola’s here about, is it? Mr. Crockett looks over her books, and seeing familiar faces smiles faintly, reminiscing. “I promise, Viola, there’s more stuff growing in my brain than plaque.” His blue eyes flick from the books to his student and there’s a keen focus in his gaze. “What we gave up, we gave up willingly. You need to know that. Some of us...needed…” he pauses, drawing in a deep, steadying breath “Less help forgetting than others. Because we were...preoccupied. He was one of my best friends and I hardly recall his face, but I don’t recall a lot of my youth, anymore.”

There’s light in those sad blue eyes, though. Even as Monty Crockett tells a young student looking to solve a mystery no, Viola gets the sense that a part of him desperately wants to help. “If you’re hellbent on snooping, I just ask that you leave Mr. Potkin alone, and Mr. Youngblood, too. They’ve been through enough. Now, Georgie Trullinger, though...ask him about the BoMB’s Unclassified Creature system. You might get an interesting answer…”