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[PrincessAveRedfern]

Kennedy Redfern

Auto Shop Co-Owner

Location

Penthouse Party

"He's kind of cute"

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PotatochipsRlit -Bryson

K

ennedy leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Um, well, my brother is out of town right now, and apparently, his friends have taken it upon themselves to spy on me,"

she said, a hint of frustration evident in her tone as she shrugged lightly. Her hands remained intertwined with his, creating a comforting connection between them.

She held his gaze, her eyes sparkling with intensity as she searched for the right words to express her feelings. The air around them felt charged, filled with unspoken emotions and unacknowledged tension. Just as he opened his mouth to ask more questions, she decided to take a bold step. Without hesitation, she shifted her weight and settled onto his lap, closing the physical gap between them entirely.

She looked deeply into his eyes, a mix of determination and vulnerability in her expression.

"I wanted to be closer to you,"

she confessed softly, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. In that moment, all the explanations she thought she needed to give seemed unnecessary. Being in this intimate space with him felt right, and the weight of her feelings hung in the air, palpable and real. She hoped he understood that she was here because she wanted to be, and that was everything she needed to say.

 

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Oddly at ease.

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Truck

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Bryson

Bryson raised an eyebrow, intrigued as he watched Kennedy lean closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper...
The manner in which she spoke struck him as oddly secretive, which added an unexpected layer of amusement to the moment that coaxed a soft snicker from his lips... "Oh really? So.. you really took it upon yourself to kiss..me.. to provoke a reaction from your brother?.. man.. you confuse me" he teased, the playful disbelief evident in his tone.

It baffled him that such a seemingly innocent act wasn’t simply a peck on the cheek, and just as he was preparing to elaborate on his thoughts, Kennedy made a daring move, settling herself directly on his lap.
He instinctively leaned back, his eyes widening in surprise..what was she up to?

Yet, amidst the unexpected turn of events, a delightful sense of mirth bubbled within him... "What, is your friend watching again?" he chuckled, casting a glance outside, utterly unsure of her intentions, though he found himself surprisingly at ease with the sudden closeness.
The warmth radiating from her was comforting, along with the enticing yet.. subtle scent of her perfume..
He welcomed it ..despite the shock of her intense gaze, which held him captive... "Closer to me, huh?" he mused, finding himself on the asking end of questions instead of the one answering them.

Her beauty was undeniable.. the way her bright blue eyes sparkled in the scattered light entirely ensnared his attention, leaving him acutely aware that he had never shared such intimate proximity with a woman before.

Although curiosity bubbled inside him, a part of him advocated for a slower pace, one that savored the moment rather than rushing headlong into the unknown... "Kennedy, don’t get me wrong... you’re a wonderful woman, beautiful beyond words... but whatever this is.. i just don't want it coming by too fast..y'know?.." he stated in a slightly hesitant tone, his fingers tightening around hers in search of clarity, even as the frantic rhythm of his heart betrayed his calm demeanor, surely loud enough for her to sense the fluttering within him.

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𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓅 𝒯𝓌𝑜 ~ 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎

The cozy hum of Christmas morning, the scent of pine and cinnamon, and snow falling gently outside create a perfect holiday atmosphere. Whether it’s laughter by the fire, heartfelt moments during the gift exchange, or playful sled races, the day is filled with warmth and joy. (IC Date: December 24th/25th) rp date: January 4th - January 25th (ish)​

 

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T’KAYA STONEWATER

T’kaya arrived at The Lodge early Christmas morning, her oversized snowman sweater practically swallowing her small frame. The googly eyes on the snowman's face wobbled with every step as she hauled her shopping bags through the front doors, brimming with excitement. She couldn’t wait to spend the day with her sister—ice skating, Bannock baking, and maybe even a gingerbread house competition. This was their Christmas tradition, at least when they were kids, and T’kaya had been counting down the days.

But as she settled into the lobby and pulled out her phone, her enthusiasm dimmed. Her sister wasn’t answering. She tried once, then twice, before letting out a sigh. “She’s definitely still asleep,” T’kaya muttered to herself, plopping into one of the cushy chairs near the fireplace. With her plans temporarily on hold, she grabbed a complimentary coffee and looked around, taking in the holiday decorations. That’s when she noticed him—a lodge staff member who looked like he’d already had enough of the day, and it wasn’t even noon.

T’kaya tilted her head, curiosity sparking. She wasn’t the type to ignore someone who seemed upset, especially on Christmas. It was practically a crime to be grumpy on such a cheerful day, and she wasn’t about to let it slide. Standing up, she tugged at the hem of her ridiculous sweater, took a deep breath, and made her way over. “Hey there,” she called out, her voice light and cheerful. “Merry Christmas! You look like you could use a little holiday cheer.”

With no reply, the man most likely too stunned by her cheer, she grinned, undeterred. “Don’t worry, I come with zero judgment and 100% Christmas spirit. Want to talk about what’s got you looking like the Grinch, or should I start by offering you a cup of this awful coffee?”

And just like that, T’kaya’s day of holiday fun took an unexpected turn.

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[PrincessAveRedfern]

Kennedy Redfern

Auto Shop Co-Owner

Location

Auto shop Apartment

"He's kind of cute"

interactions.

PotatochipsRlit -Bryson

K

ennedy stirred awake in her cozy bed, the soft glow of dawn just beginning to filter through her red curtains. The world outside was still wrapped in a gentle morning hush, with only the faintest hints of light illuminating her room. A small smile crept across her lips as she felt the excitement of the day ahead wash over her. Today was Christmas Eve, a day filled with promise and celebration. With a burst of energy, she leaped out of bed, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

She quickly made her way to the bathroom, where she carefully pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail, ensuring every strand was in place. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence as she envisioned the festivities to come. After a few moments of primping, she headed to her closet to choose the perfect outfit. She rifled through her collection of clothes, finally settling on a festive ensemble that made her feel both cheerful and stylish.

Once dressed, she took a moment to admire her reflection, feeling ready to embrace the day. With a quick brush of her teeth and a spritz of her favorite perfume, she grabbed her keys and headed to the auto shop, a place she frequented but always found comforting in its familiarity.

As she fumbled with her keys at the entrance, she stepped inside the shop, the scent of oil and metal greeting her. She navigated her way through the workspace, her excitement bubbling as she approached the stairs leading up to their apartment. Pausing at the base of the stairs, she listened intently, hoping to catch a hint of Bryson stirring. But the stillness enveloped her, broken only by the sound of her own heartbeat. With a soft sigh, she decided to let herself in.

Once inside the apartment, she noticed the quiet ambiance that filled the space. The sun's light danced across the walls, casting warm shadows, but there was still no sign of Bryson. Curiosity piqued, she made her way to the bedroom, where she found him nestled under the covers, still fast asleep. His brown hair was tousled and messy, a sight that made her heart swell with affection.

Trying to suppress a giggle at his adorable state, she tiptoed closer, her mind racing with playful ideas. She considered simply lying down next to him and waiting patiently for him to wake, but the festive spirit bubbling inside her urged her to take a more spirited approach.

With a mischievous smile, she slipped into bed beside him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, relishing the moment.

"Bryssssonnnn,"

she whispered playfully into his ear, her voice lilting with affection.

"Wake up, sleepyhead! It’s Christmas Eve, and there’s so much to celebrate!"

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Lawson Blake Hale

Constable

Location

Hale House

"I don't know if I want to kiss her or keep this casual"

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L

Lawson woke up at 5 a.m., excitement buzzing through him as he prepared the house for the festivities of Christmas Eve. The early morning light filtered through the windows, illuminating the cozy space he had worked hard to create. He had made a list and ventured out to the store the day before, gathering all the ingredients that Tali had requested for their holiday feast. After returning home, he carefully set out several items to allow them to reach room temperature, knowing that it was essential for the recipes he planned to tackle.

As he waited for Aurie to wake up and for Tali to arrive, Lawson decided to take a refreshing shower. The warm water washed away his fatigue and left him feeling invigorated. After drying off, he dressed in his favorite coat, the one that always made him feel festive, and headed back to the living room. He lit the fireplace, watching as the flames flickered and danced, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

Taking a moment to admire his handiwork, he felt a swell of pride. The Christmas tree sparkled with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments, while the stockings hung cheerfully from the mantel. Beneath the tree lay a collection of presents, each wrapped in bright paper and topped with shiny bows. It warmed his heart to know that this year would be special, filled with laughter and joy as more friends and family gathered to celebrate the season together.

As he savored the cozy atmosphere, the sound of the doorbell snapped him from his reverie. He made his way to the door, anticipation building. When he opened it, he was greeted by Tali's bright smile.

"Morning!"

he said, his own smile widening in response to her cheerful demeanor. It was around 8 a.m., and the day was just beginning to unfold.

Walking with her into the kitchen, he gestured toward the organized chaos of ingredients and tools scattered across the counters.

"You should know where everything is, but if you need anything or run into any trouble, just give me a call,"

he said, his voice warm and encouraging.

"By the way, you look great today."

After sharing a friendly glance, he made his way back to the living room, settling into his favorite recliner. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of gratitude for the moments to come, surrounded by those he cared about.

 

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CALLA CARLTON

Calla stepped off the bus and took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air that smelled of pine and snow. She winced slightly as the cold air bit at her cheeks and nose, her breath turning into little puffs of steam. She wasn’t used to this chill; back home in Spain, even in the winter, the cold was soft, kind, nothing like this harsh bite that made her skin tingle uncomfortably. She tugged her scarf tighter around her neck, wishing she had packed a thicker jacket.


Revelstoke, BC, was nothing like the sun-soaked streets of Barcelona. Here, the mountains loomed in the distance like ancient sentinels, their jagged peaks dusted with snow, sharp against the clear blue sky. The town itself was small, with only a handful of streets lined with modest wooden buildings that exuded the charm of a place untouched by time. It was quiet, a little sleepy, but there was something peaceful about it. Maybe it’s the mountains, Calla thought, her gaze flicking upward. It felt as though they held the town in a protective embrace, and, for a moment, she felt safe here.


But there was a deeper reason Calla had come to this little corner of Canada. She was here for him. Her father. The man she had never met but whose name she had finally tracked down. She had spent months researching, piecing together fragments of stories her mother had never told her. A single name. An old address. And now, standing in the heart of Revelstoke, Calla couldn’t help but wonder if this quiet town could hold the key to the answers she’d been searching for all her life. Was he still here?


She wandered down the street, taking in the quaint shops and the small, bustling crowd. There was a bakery with the mouthwatering scent of fresh bread wafting through the air, a bookstore with a welcoming sign in the window, and a tiny little general store that looked like it belonged in a postcard. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder as she explored, each step taking her deeper into the mystery of this place and the man who might be her father. But also, with every step, there was that familiar tug of uncertainty. What if she never found him?


Her boots crunched in the snow as she made her way down the street, her eyes scanning the faces of the people she passed. The few people she did encounter all looked at her curiously. Calla knew it was her accent—it stuck out like a sore thumb, and even though she’d practiced her English with a few university courses, she was nowhere at the level to be fluent when travelling.


She looked up to see a small cafe on the corner, the warm glow from inside inviting her in. A coffee sounded like exactly what she needed to warm up, both from the cold and from the quiet nerves that had settled in her stomach. She pushed open the door, and a bell jingled above her head. The warmth inside was a relief, and she immediately pulled off her gloves, shaking off the snowflakes that had clung to her coat.


The cafe was cozy, with wooden tables, a chalkboard menu on the wall, and soft jazz music playing in the background. A barista stood behind the counter, a young woman with a beanie and a friendly smile. Calla took a deep breath, approaching the counter and scanning the menu. She had barely managed to warm her hands when the barista greeted her, "Hey, what can I get for you?" The woman’s voice was warm, but it was thick with the local accent—one Calla wasn’t familiar with. She nodded politely, trying to catch every word.


"Uh, coffee," Calla said, her English clear, though with a faint accent. She gestured to the menu. "A… cappuccino?" The barista smiled, but then the words that followed were rapid and mixed in with a local dialect Calla struggled to catch. "Do you want a large or small? And you want the foam thick, or just normal?"


Calla blinked, a little lost. Foam? Thick? She furrowed her brow, trying to piece the sentence together. Large or small... that part she understood, but foam? Her eyes flicked to the barista, hoping for some kind of clarity. The barista smiled again, though she seemed to notice Calla’s struggle. "Do you want a regular cappuccino or… extra foam on top?" The barista asked more slowly.


"Ah!" Calla exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with understanding. "Extra foam, yes, thank you." She handed over the money, still feeling a little unsure of the conversation, but the warmth of the café was making the moment feel less awkward. As the barista prepared the drink, Calla’s gaze wandered back out the window, toward the snow-covered streets.


A question nagged at her again. What if he wasn’t here? What if he was long gone?


But in that moment, with the warmth of the café around her and the tiny but comforting certainty that she was closer than ever before to finding him, Calla allowed herself a small, hopeful smile. She didn’t know what the future held, but she was here now, and that was enough.

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Lucian Castro

L

ucian trotted down the steps of the Revelstoke Lodge, his camera bag slung over his chest, his eyes focused intently on the display screen of his camera as he flipped through the photos he’d already taken. The town was quieter today than usual—most people were tucked away inside, spending the holiday with family and friends, cozy in the warmth of their homes. Not Lucian, though.
He had made sure to send off a quick text of holiday wishes to his parents and siblings, but once that was done, he found himself alone. Far from home, in a new country, the emptiness of the town felt like a gift. With fewer people around, it was the perfect time for him to escape the confines of his room and take full advantage of the quiet day. The crisp winter air, the solitude, and the quiet beauty of nature all seemed to call to him, so he decided to spend the afternoon capturing the wildlife that crept out from the nearby woods—an ideal opportunity to test out his new camera.
As he stepped out through the front doors of the lodge, the cold hit him like a slap to the face. He instinctively pulled his scarf higher up over his nose, shielding his face from the biting wind. The lodge’s steps were lined with snow, and everything around him was still—save for the occasional rustling of trees in the distance. Lucian was satisfied, though; no need to trek deep into the woods for now. He’d be content simply walking around the perimeter of the lodge, capturing shots of whatever wildlife he might find.
Just as he was about to begin his search, something caught his eye. A bird, its wings a flash of movement against the pale sky, burst out of a tree nearby. His gaze followed its flight, tracking the bird's path across the open air, until it landed with a soft flutter on the railing of a balcony across from him.
He paused, watching the bird carefully, making sure it wasn’t just pausing for a moment before flying off again. After a minute, he deemed it safe to approach. Lucian raised his camera slowly, his fingers adjusting the lens to get a clearer shot. The bird, a Bohemian waxwing, was perched confidently, its plumage striking against the wintry backdrop. He steadied himself, inhaling deeply to calm his excitement, and then, with precision, snapped the shot. The camera’s shutter made its familiar click, and he immediately looked down at the display to review the image.
His lips pressed into a frown as he examined the shot. Something was off. There, in the background, just at the edge of the frame, was the unexpected interruption—a blur of movement. Lucian blinked, his frustration mounting as he saw the culprit: a woman standing at the top of the stairs, partially visible in the lower half of the shot. She hadn’t been there a moment ago, but now her figure stood awkwardly in the photo, a silent intruder ruining his perfect capture of the bird.
He sighed, lowering the camera and muttering under his breath.

"Son of a bitch..."

So much for his serene moment of solitude.

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Outside of Revelstoke Lodge

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Ivy Hayes

Influencer

Location

Hayes House

"I love these people!"

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I

vy arrived at her parents' house bright and early, excitement bubbling within her as she wrapped her arms around her father and mother in a warm embrace. The familiar scent of pine from the Christmas tree and the aroma of baked goods wafting from the kitchen filled her with nostalgia. Spotting the camera and video recorder already set up in the living room, she chuckled lightly, shaking her head with a smile.

“You guys are too much,”

she said, amused by their eagerness to capture every moment. With a grin, she carefully placed the presents she had brought with her under the tree, their colorful paper gleaming in the morning light, a promise of joy just waiting to be unwrapped.

The past few nights had been unusually quiet between her and Julian, and she felt a surge of determination as she resolved to confront him soon, face to face. She was done with the whispers and the feeling of being played for a fool; it was time to put an end to it all. Yet, there was another complication lingering in her heart—seeing Oliver again stirred something deep within her, a feeling she couldn’t quite understand. After all this time, why did she still harbor feelings for him?

Before he left after graduation a few years ago, Ivy had wanted to give him a special gift, something that symbolized the connection they once shared. Now that he was back in town, she finally had her chance to make that gesture. Wrapped in festive paper and adorned with a bright ribbon, the gift was ready to be exchanged during their holiday gathering, and she felt a mix of excitement and nerves at the thought of seeing him again.

She had also informed Oliver and Naomi that her parents were more than happy to have them spend the night, ensuring they would be there to celebrate Christmas morning with all of them. When her parents learned that more guests would be joining them, they eagerly set off to find thoughtful gifts for everyone, determined to make sure no one felt left out. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and Ivy couldn't help but feel grateful for the warmth of their family traditions.

Once Ivy settled in, she made her way to the kitchen, washing her hands to help her mother with the preparations. As she entered, her mother, ever the curious and supportive figure, dove right in with questions.

“So, Oliver is back in town! For how long? How do you feel about it? I love that you invited him, and of course, Naomi! You know I just adore her.”

Ivy struggled to keep her frustration at bay, managing a slight smile as she replied,

“I don’t know; we said we would talk about it. Mom, please don’t embarrass me—it was years ago.”

The memories of their past felt both distant and painfully close, and she wasn’t sure how to navigate the feelings that were resurfacing. Just as she felt overwhelmed by her mother’s probing questions and her own swirling emotions, a saving grace arrived in the form of the doorbell ringing.

Her father's cheerful voice echoed from the entrance as he greeted their guests with a bright,

“Hello!”

The sound of laughter and the rustle of winter coats filled the air, bringing a welcomed distraction to Ivy’s moment of uncertainty. As she turned to see Oliver and Naomi stepping inside, a warmth enveloped her heart. Oliver looked just as she remembered—his familiar smile igniting a spark of nostalgia. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was a new beginning, an opportunity to reconnect and perhaps find clarity in what had once been.

With the festive atmosphere surrounding them, Ivy felt a mix of hope and apprehension as they all gathered in the living room, the excitement of the holidays mingling with the complexities of their intertwined pasts. As they settled in, Ivy couldn't shake the feeling that this Christmas would be unlike any other, a moment where the past and present could collide in unexpected ways.

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ELLIOT BROOKS

Elliot dragged himself through the motions of his breakfast-to-noon shift at The Lodge, his tired eyes fixed on the clock behind the counter. Christmas Day, and here he was, slinging eggs and bacon to people who seemed oblivious to the fact that he had been at work since the sun barely peeked over the mountains. The café was packed with tourists—families, couples, and lone wanderers—all hungry and eager to start their day. The noise of clattering dishes, churning espresso machines, and the hum of low conversation filled the air, blending into a dull background that only made him feel more disconnected from the holiday spirit.


The first few hours passed in a haze of routine. Order up! Two eggs over easy, side of toast. Refill on coffee! He was hardly awake, his feet sore from standing, his brain foggy from the early start. It was cold outside, the air biting and crisp, but inside The Lodge it felt just as cold. The warmth of the cafe did little to thaw the sense of detachment creeping over him, as if he were floating in some strange holiday purgatory. The thought of spending Christmas serving pancakes made his stomach churn.


Most of the customers were polite enough, but there were always those who found something to complain about—the coffee wasn’t hot enough, the toast wasn’t buttered just right, or, in one case, the bacon wasn’t crispy enough. Elliot bit his tongue more than once, nodding politely as he refilled a cup of coffee or ran back to the kitchen to adjust an order. There was nothing inherently bad about the job, but it was draining, especially today, when everyone else seemed to be enjoying the holiday and he was stuck here.


Time crawled. A few moments of reprieve came when the rush slowed, but they were short-lived. Heather, his coworker, stood behind the counter scrolling through her phone, clearly indifferent to the chaos around her. Elliot shot her an occasional glance, wondering how she managed to keep it together while he felt like he was running on fumes.


As the hours stretched on, the small, seemingly insignificant details began to gnaw at him. A dropped fork here, a forgotten order there. The smell of sizzling bacon that no longer made his stomach growl but instead made his eyes heavy. Christmas should have felt different, more festive, but the whole day had already become a blur of tired faces and mundane requests. He wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. A nap. That’s what he kept thinking about. A warm bed, a soft pillow, and the sweet silence of the world outside.


But then, something small shifted. The door opened, and a couple walked in—a little older, both bundled up in warm scarves and coats. They smiled as they entered, their eyes scanning the menu, their presence calm and patient, a quiet contrast to the chaos that had dominated the morning. The woman smiled at him when she ordered, her voice light with genuine cheer. The man nodded and added, "Hot chocolate, if you’ve got it."


Something about the way they spoke, their ease with one another, their soft Christmas cheer, sparked a flicker of warmth in Elliot’s chest. He made the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, his movements slower now, more deliberate. The simple task felt... different. Like he was actually making something that mattered, even if just for them. He topped it off with a sprinkle of cinnamon, the kind of small gesture that reminded him there was still some holiday magic to be found, even in the monotony of a café on Christmas morning.


The rest of the shift passed quickly after that. Time, for once, seemed to speed up rather than drag on, and the thought of finally escaping to his apartment, to a quiet nap, became a beacon in the back of his mind. The customers were still there—finishing their meals, paying their bills—but they no longer felt like a constant weight on his shoulders. The clock ticked closer to noon, and the anticipation of freedom built with every passing minute.


When the clock finally hit 12:00, Elliot felt a surge of relief wash over him. His shift was done. He grabbed his coat, threw a quick glance at Heather, who was still half-attentive, her face buried in her phone, and headed for the door. Outside, the cold air hit him like a splash of reality, but it was nothing compared to the relief he felt. The Christmas hustle, the exhaustion, the long hours—it was over.


He could finally go home. The bed. The quiet. The nap

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RAVEN CROSS

Raven woke up with a start, blinking against the harsh light coming through the blinds. Her head was pounding—a solid reminder of the night before, when she’d decided to drown her feelings with one too many drinks. Christmas morning, and the world outside seemed to be moving at a speed she wasn’t quite ready to match. Her stomach churned in protest as she dragged herself upright, but she couldn’t afford to lay there all day.

Christmas. Right. She didn’t really “do” the whole holiday thing anymore—not since she was little. Her parents had passed away when she was young, and after that, the holiday cheer had never quite made it back into her bones. But it wasn’t like she could ignore it. *Grandparents would be disappointed.* That thought pushed her to get moving. She had to at least make it through breakfast and not look like she’d crawled out of a cave.

She groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the cool floor met her bare feet. The hangover wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but the last thing she wanted to do was face the world in her current state. She rubbed her face and stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. It did the trick—sort of. Enough to shake off the worst of the fog, anyway.

She studied her reflection for a moment—bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and a faint hint of regret. But that was the price of a night spent trying to forget the calendar. *Get it together,* she told herself. She yanked a brush through her hair, pulling it into a messy ponytail. Bare minimum. That’s all she had to give today.

Raven threw on her favorite oversized Harry Potter sweater—too big, but comfortable—and a pair of black leggings she’d worn a million times. She wasn’t going for cute. She was going for "presentable enough not to be judged." The holidays were never her thing, but she didn’t want to completely let her grandparents down. They had enough on their plate with everything.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling through it half-heartedly, not expecting anything important. Nothing but a few texts from her friends who knew better than to expect much from her on Christmas Day. She put the phone down quickly. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

She made her way to the kitchen, where the smell of coffee already lingered in the air. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad. It was Christmas, after all, and she knew it would make her grandparents happy if she at least played along. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft hum of the coffee maker and the rustle of her brother, Wren, moving around. He was already up—he always was—and it was clear he was doing his best to keep the day from feeling too heavy. Raven didn’t mind that he was trying; he was better at pretending to enjoy the holiday than she was. He liked it, even. But she didn’t have the energy for that today. Still, she didn’t mind the idea of being around someone who was trying. It made the whole thing easier to handle.

She leaned against the doorframe, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Morning,” she said, her voice rough but not entirely unpleasant. She could tell he was already trying to put on a good face. She appreciated that. He handed her a coffee mug, filled just the way she liked it—strong with a dash of cream. Raven wrapped her fingers around the mug, the warmth of it seeping through her skin, easing some of the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying. She didn’t feel like pretending everything was perfect today, but maybe it didn’t need to be. Maybe just getting through it, with a little help from Wren, would be enough.

“Merry Christmas, I guess,” she said, the words coming out a bit more naturally than she expected. She took a sip of her coffee, savoring the moment of peace that hung in the air between them. It wasn’t the perfect holiday, but it didn’t have to be. Sometimes, just showing up was enough. She gave Wren a quick glance before turning toward the living room. The Christmas tree, with its mismatched ornaments and twinkling lights, stood there in the corner—nothing extravagant, but still comforting in its familiarity. She might not have been filled with holiday cheer, but at least for this moment, she could stand it.

“Let’s get through this,” she said, mostly to herself, but loud enough for Wren to hear. Raven took one last sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. She could do this. The morning wasn’t so bad. In fact, for a second, she almost felt… normal. It wasn’t that she liked Christmas—it wasn’t even close—but maybe, just maybe, the day wouldn’t be a total waste.

They walked out of the kitchen together, the quiet hum of the house left behind as they pulled on their coats and headed out the door. The cold air hit them instantly, a sharp contrast to the warmth inside. Raven shivered, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck, but she barely noticed the chill.

When they reached their grandparents’ house, the door was already open, a faint glow spilling out from inside. The familiar smell of cinnamon and pine and something baking lingered in the air, a constant reminder that, despite everything, they still tried to make the day feel special. Raven couldn’t deny it—it was sweet, in a way. As they stepped inside, their grandmother greeted them with a smile, her face lighting up at the sight of them. “Merry Christmas, dears,” she said, pulling them both into a warm hug. Raven hugged back, trying not to let the rush of emotions overwhelm her. It wasn’t a perfect day, but it was something.

“Morning, Grandma,” Raven muttered, smiling a little in return. Wren followed her lead, a grin spreading across his face as their grandfather appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Merry Christmas, you two,” he said, his voice warm and gruff as he gave them both a quick hug. “Food’s on the table, help yourselves.”

Raven glanced at Wren, a silent question in her eyes, and he gave a subtle nod. They were here. They’d gotten through the hard part. Now, they just had to get through the rest of the day, the way they always did. She let out a slow breath, her shoulders easing just a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[PrincessAveRedfern]

Hades Hawthorne

Astrologist

Location

Hades Apartment

"God She is something else"

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travelbypages -Hanna

H

ades was in the kitchen of his apartment, carefully preparing breakfast while Hanna remained snug in bed. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet, preferring to let her enjoy the warmth of the covers a little longer. As he finished cooking the eggs and toasting the avocado, he poured her a refreshing glass of mango juice, a bright splash of color against the morning light.

Carrying the tray back upstairs, he entered the room with a cheerful,

“Good morning!”

Placing the tray filled with eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and drinks in the center of the bed, he climbed in beside her.

“Eat up; we have a long day ahead of us,”

he added with a playful wink, holding up a piece of avocado toast and bringing it teasingly to her lips.

As he looked at her, a sense of happiness washed over him. Spending the holidays with Hanna felt special; she was truly one of a kind. He cherished their dynamic, appreciating that she never pressured him into anything serious or forced labels on their relationship. Their arrangement allowed for casual hookups that sometimes blossomed into days or even weeks of shared companionship. It was a comfortable connection that felt just right, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the memories they were creating together.

 

[celestialbody]

Jupiter Khaing

J

upiter woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in ages. Usually, he hated sleeping anywhere that wasn’t his bed at home. Traveling always left him restless, and he’d wake up multiple times throughout the night, uncomfortable and trying to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. But not tonight. No, tonight he had slept like a baby.
He sucked in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent that filled the air. It was likely the fragrance of whatever they used to wash the comforter, though the smell, while pleasant, was a bit overwhelming for a fabric scent.
Stretching, Jupiter rolled his shoulders and slowly unwrapped his arms from the pillow he’d been clinging to. It was time to get up, to face the morning and whatever it had in store for him. But as he moved to push himself off the bed, he felt an unexpected tug around his waist. His dark eyes flicked down, and he quickly realized the grip wasn’t from a twisted sheet—it was an arm.
An arm wrapped firmly around him, trying to keep him in place.
His blood ran cold.
A chill ran down his spine as his head slowly turned, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what kind of situation he was about to find himself in, but as soon as his eyes landed on the redhead who was spooning him in her sleep, his worst fears were confirmed.
Isabelle.
His eyes snapped wide open, panic immediately rising in his chest. There she was, her arm around his waist, her body pressed up against his. And much like their first encounter when he’d arrived here, but now the roles flipped, she was now in a... rather compromising state of undress.

"WHAT THE—AGHHH!!!"

Jupiter let out a horrified shriek, his voice reaching a pitch so high that, in any other situation, he might have been surprised by his own reaction. But right now, all that mattered was the shock coursing through him.
In an instant, he threw himself to the side, his body crashing against the floor in a chaotic tangle of sheets and pillows. He scrambled frantically, pushing himself backward until his back hit the wall with a dull thud. He stared wide-eyed at Isabelle, who was now slowly stirring from her slumber, her hair disheveled, and her expression one of confusion as she began to rise from her prone position on the bed.
Jupiter's mind raced, his heart still hammering in his chest. Why in the hell was she in his room. Why in the hell was she in his bed!

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location:

Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

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Isabelle PrincessAveRedfern

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Cora Reed

Poet/Country Girl

Location

Monroe's

"Hello old flame"

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fieldofclover -Monroe

C

ora woke up in her room at the lodge, letting out a soft sigh as she sat up, the weight of exhaustion settling over her. She had spent hours the night before texting back and forth with her ex, Monroe, who had found out she was in town. It was remarkable how small-town news traveled; she hadn’t even been here for a full day, and he already knew of her arrival. The thought stirred a mix of emotions within her, ranging from nostalgia to a hint of annoyance.

After pulling on one of her favorite outfits—a comfortable yet stylish ensemble that made her feel confident—she decided to leave her hair down, allowing it to cascade around her shoulders. Completing her look with her beloved cowgirl hat and a pair of well-worn boots, she felt a sense of readiness to embrace the day. As she made her way out of the lodge, she waved goodbye to her parents and siblings, a warm smile on her face. The familiar sights and sounds of home tugged at her heartstrings, filling her with a sense of belonging.

Driving to the farm, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. It was hard to miss; the expansive fields and rustic charm of the property were as inviting as ever. Memories of her childhood spent running through the pastures and playing with the animals flooded her mind, reminding her of simpler times.

Once she arrived, she headed straight for the barn, her heart lifting at the sight of Gus, the majestic horse she had always adored.

“There you are!”

she exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face as she approached him. Cora extended her hand for him to see, reveling in the connection they shared. Gently rubbing the bridge of his nose, she continued,

“How are we doing, old man?”

Her fingers brushed through his soft mane as she reached for a nearby carrot, the crunching sound bringing Gus’s full attention.

“Here we go,”

she said softly, offering the treat. Watching him eagerly munch on the carrot brought her immense joy, and she felt a wave of warmth wash over her.

“Who’s a good horse?”

she cooed, her smile widening as she observed him savoring every bite.

As she stood there, lost in the moment with Gus, she couldn’t help but wonder about his owner. “Now, where is that owner of yours?” she teased playfully, glancing around the barn with curiosity. The air was filled with the familiar scents of hay and leather, and the gentle sounds of the farm created a comforting backdrop.

Cora’s thoughts drifted back to Monroe. She knew he would be around; the thought both excited and unsettled her. Their history was complicated, filled with ups and downs, but there was an undeniable chemistry that lingered in the air whenever they were together. She shook her head slightly, pushing those thoughts aside for now. Today was about reconnecting with the place that had always felt like home, the animals that brought her joy, and the memories that shaped her.

As she continued to pet Gus, Cora felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that whatever lay ahead, she was ready to embrace it all—whether it was rekindling old friendships, navigating familiar relationships, or simply enjoying the beauty of the farm that had always held a special place in her heart. She took a deep breath, soaking in the moment, ready to make new memories while cherishing the old.

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Isabelle Rose Everhart

Author

Location

Jupiter's Bed

"Ugh... why so loud?"

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celestialbody -Jup

B

elle groaned at the loud scream radiating from the room, her head pounding as she muttered groggily,

“Jesus fudge.”

The remnants of last night’s festivities hung heavily in the air, and she knew she had overindulged.

“Wren… I know you’re gay; you’re my best friend, rel—”

but before she could finish, her eyes caught sight of Jupiter cowering in the corner of his room against the wall.

“JUPITER?”

she screamed, her voice a mix of shock and confusion. Her heart raced as she glanced down at herself, and a loud squeal escaped her lips as she pulled the sheet more tightly around her body.

“What the!?”

Her mind was in chaos, the realization dawning on her that this was the second time since she had arrived that she had drunk way too much. The hangover headache was only amplifying her disorientation.

Looking around the unfamiliar room, panic set in. Fudge, this was definitely not her room. How on earth had she managed to take a wrong turn yet again? The memories of the previous night began to swirl in her mind, but they were hazy at best. She locked eyes with Jupiter, her stomach dropping.

“Did we!?”

she stammered, her heart racing even more. While she was almost certain they hadn’t crossed any lines beyond a weird cuddling session during her drunken stupor, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that something more had happened.

She took in the scene around her, her clothes strewn haphazardly near Jupiter. There was no way she was going to ask him for them; the thought of being almost naked in his arms made her cringe. Her mind raced as she realized that her key was opening Jupiter's door; if it hadn’t worked, this whole embarrassing scenario would never have occurred in the first place.

“Okay, think, Belle,”

she muttered to herself, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and confusion washing over her. The last thing she wanted was to make this awkward for both of them, but the reality of the situation was undeniable. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and decided it was time to face the music. After all, they were friends, and whatever had happened, they would have to address it sooner or later.

 

[ShellBelles]

ELLIOT BROOKS

Elliot dragged himself through the motions of his breakfast-to-noon shift at The Lodge, his tired eyes fixed on the clock behind the counter. Christmas Day, and here he was, slinging eggs and bacon to people who seemed oblivious to the fact that he had been at work since the sun barely peeked over the mountains. The café was packed with tourists—families, couples, and lone wanderers—all hungry and eager to start their day. The noise of clattering dishes, churning espresso machines, and the hum of low conversation filled the air, blending into a dull background that only made him feel more disconnected from the holiday spirit.


The first few hours passed in a haze of routine. Order up! Two eggs over easy, side of toast. Refill on coffee! He was hardly awake, his feet sore from standing, his brain foggy from the early start. It was cold outside, the air biting and crisp, but inside The Lodge it felt just as cold. The warmth of the cafe did little to thaw the sense of detachment creeping over him, as if he were floating in some strange holiday purgatory. The thought of spending Christmas serving pancakes made his stomach churn.


Most of the customers were polite enough, but there were always those who found something to complain about—the coffee wasn’t hot enough, the toast wasn’t buttered just right, or, in one case, the bacon wasn’t crispy enough. Elliot bit his tongue more than once, nodding politely as he refilled a cup of coffee or ran back to the kitchen to adjust an order. There was nothing inherently bad about the job, but it was draining, especially today, when everyone else seemed to be enjoying the holiday and he was stuck here.


Time crawled. A few moments of reprieve came when the rush slowed, but they were short-lived. Heather, his coworker, stood behind the counter scrolling through her phone, clearly indifferent to the chaos around her. Elliot shot her an occasional glance, wondering how she managed to keep it together while he felt like he was running on fumes.


As the hours stretched on, the small, seemingly insignificant details began to gnaw at him. A dropped fork here, a forgotten order there. The smell of sizzling bacon that no longer made his stomach growl but instead made his eyes heavy. Christmas should have felt different, more festive, but the whole day had already become a blur of tired faces and mundane requests. He wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. A nap. That’s what he kept thinking about. A warm bed, a soft pillow, and the sweet silence of the world outside.


But then, something small shifted. The door opened, and a couple walked in—a little older, both bundled up in warm scarves and coats. They smiled as they entered, their eyes scanning the menu, their presence calm and patient, a quiet contrast to the chaos that had dominated the morning. The woman smiled at him when she ordered, her voice light with genuine cheer. The man nodded and added, "Hot chocolate, if you’ve got it."


Something about the way they spoke, their ease with one another, their soft Christmas cheer, sparked a flicker of warmth in Elliot’s chest. He made the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, his movements slower now, more deliberate. The simple task felt... different. Like he was actually making something that mattered, even if just for them. He topped it off with a sprinkle of cinnamon, the kind of small gesture that reminded him there was still some holiday magic to be found, even in the monotony of a café on Christmas morning.


The rest of the shift passed quickly after that. Time, for once, seemed to speed up rather than drag on, and the thought of finally escaping to his apartment, to a quiet nap, became a beacon in the back of his mind. The customers were still there—finishing their meals, paying their bills—but they no longer felt like a constant weight on his shoulders. The clock ticked closer to noon, and the anticipation of freedom built with every passing minute.


When the clock finally hit 12:00, Elliot felt a surge of relief wash over him. His shift was done. He grabbed his coat, threw a quick glance at Heather, who was still half-attentive, her face buried in her phone, and headed for the door. Outside, the cold air hit him like a splash of reality, but it was nothing compared to the relief he felt. The Christmas hustle, the exhaustion, the long hours—it was over.


He could finally go home. The bed. The quiet. The nap

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POV - Héctor Castillo
​

Héctor strutted around the local shops of the town, perusing for new stuff for him to buy. Most of the stores were closed for the day, due to the holidays. But there were still a few that stayed open for any last minute shoppers looking for presents. One of them being the Moonlit Aura. Not typically a place Héctor would go out of his way to visit, but he had to admit, it had it's charm.

The store presented itself with an almost ethereal atmosphere, decorated to the brim with all sorts of charms, jewelery, and antique artifacts. It was almost like entering another world when Héctor first stepped in. It was a rather peaceful change of pace from the usual. The stores Héctor usually visited are much more flashy and expensive. Places for only the rich and the boujee. This, however, felt a little more "homey". If that's the way to put it.

Héctor simply wandered around the Moonlit Aura with pure curiosity, looking to see if they had anything worth offering. He did catch his eyes on quite a few things. There were some cute earrings that he liked, a quality sewing kit that he could use for his work, and even some nifty decorations that would go well with his room back at the lodge. Héctor looked at the prices for these items, which were actually quite cheap. It was a shock to him, since he felt like they could be selling all this stuff for way more. But perhaps they didn't get good enough business that way. Not that the cost really mattered to him anyways.

Héctor hadn't expected to be walking out of that store with two whole bags worth of things, but the man couldn't deny himself from those cute little trinkets. After all, this was his vacation. And Christmas day, for that matter. Might as well spoil himself. After his day of shopping, Héctor finally decided to head back to the lodge with all his new stuff. He called and waited for his uber until soon enough, he was on his way back.

As Héctor sat there with all of his bags, he couldn't help but gaze out the car door window at all of the people out and about in the town. Plenty of them were spreading around Christmas cheer. People greeted each other, wising others happy holidays. Couples were together, spending their time in each other's embrace or engaging over lunch. He even saw a family in their home, opening presents and laughing together. The sight seemed to struck something within Héctor, as he suddenly thought about his own family. He remembered back when he was young, when they would all be together celebrating the holidays as well. Now, Héctor barely even kept in touch with them anymore, after all that bitterness happened betweem them. Especially his damn father.

Héctor sighed to himself, a bitter look on his face as he propped his elbow on the car door while resting his head against his hand. Sometimes he wondered if he was a bad person for choosing the way he did. He did pretty much walk out on his family. Even if he did keep in contact, it's been years since he's actually seen them. His life had gotten pretty busy ever since he took on his career of fashion. But even then, there still could've been visits here and there.

Héctor was snapped out of his thoughts when the uber driver whistled to get his attention, signaling that they were at their destination now. He quickly grabbed all of his things and stepped out out of the car. He thanked and even tipped the driver, before making his way towards the lodge, heading for his room. Héctor wasn't sure what he planned on doing now. Perhaps he was just gonna spend the rest of the day relaxing in his room. Not like he really had anyone to be spending this day with. Maybe his party friend Zara, but he felt like she had enough of him for a bit after that wild night they had.

Héctor was once again snapped out of his thoughts when he and another person accidentally bumped into each other. He regained his balance before looking with a cocked eyebrow to see who it was. It was one of the staff members of the lodge. Elliot. Who worked in the cafe that Héctor always went to. He was surprised to be seeing him at this time. Héctor thought for sure that the staff would've been given some time off. But now that he thought about it, that wouldn't really make a lot of sense. Héctor looked the guy up and down. The poor thing looked exhausted, as if he'd been working himself into the ground. Héctor felt a pang of sympathy deep within him, but quickly covered it up with his usual panache persona as he gave Elliot a cheeky smirk. "Hm. Fancy meeting you here, cariño."

travelbypages (Elliot)

 

[PotatochipsRlit]

mood :

Tired, wants to sleep longer.

location :

Upstairs room of Autoshop

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PrincessAveRedfern - Kennedy

Mckdowell

Bryson

Bryson found himself lost in the embrace of one of the most blissful slumbers he had ever experienced, perhaps amplified by the feel of Christmas Eve that hung in the air around him. The thought of the holiday barely registered in his mind.. all he craved was the solace of sleep after an exhausting night spent with Anthony, diving headfirst into a whirlwind of car talk and finalizing projects on his truck.

His head was buried deep in his pillow, a soft fortress shielded from the outside world, and while he usually reveled in the freedom of sleeping without a shirt, tonight he settled for a simple long-sleeve and a pair of red plaid pants that Kennedy had forced him to wear for the sake of.. 'Embodying a bit of Christmas Spirit!' Her words exactly.

His hair tousled and wild, a chaotic testament to his unbothered slumber, Bryson drifted into a peaceful dreamland where even his signature snoring had taken a hiatus, a sign of sheer comfort enveloping him in the soft confines of this bed.

Yet, despite his peaceful slumber, the gentle stir of another presence invading his space caused an involuntary groan to escape his lips.. all he wanted was to squeeze in a few more precious minutes of sleep.

The sound of his name broke through the haze of his dreams, resulting in another low grunt as he instinctively shifted away from her... “Five more minutes, please… it’s like… 5 AM or... something...” Bryson mumbled, sleep still clinging to his voice, some words barely even coming out coherantly..brows furrowing.. fully aware that Kennedy was the kind of early riser who thrived with the dawn, while he was rather the opposite, often sinking into the depths of slumber until noon or even into the early afternoon.

Heavy breaths escaped into the pillow as Bryson finally raked his fingers through his unruly hair, turning toward her with bleary eyes, wondering why she couldn't just let him savor those last few moments of tranquility... “Can’t it wait?” ..he murmured, feeling a pull toward her warmth as he pulled himself close to her, arms wrapping around her waist, burying his face against her neck. Their time spent together had grown in the past few weeks.. and now, caught in this tender moment, he caught a hint of her scent..a delightful, festive aroma that stirred his irritation just a little.. is that the king of person she was-? changing her perfumes to match the season.. it amused him in the slightest..

“Fine, fine…” he conceded at last, peeling himself from the comfort of her body to sit upright, a weary sigh escaping as he rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes.
"But you could have atleastt..let me sleep in a little longer,"He cast a glare over his shoulder, well aware that he would annoy her about this disruption for the rest of the day.

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[celestialbody]

Hollis Warner

H

ollis had been surprised when Raven had offhandedly invited her to spend Christmas with her family while they were both taking a break at the lodge. She hadn’t exactly had any other plans, though. Her father lived in another country, and she couldn’t muster the energy to travel the couple of hours it would take to visit her mom. Honestly, she had been planning to either tag along with her roommate Rachel or just spend the holiday alone, bumming around at home.
And now here she was. Spending Christmas with one of her best friend’s exes. Neat.
Curious and with no better options, she’d decided to come on a whim.
She arrived earlier than Raven and Wren, which was fine by her. When she showed up at their house, she was greeted only by their grandparents. To her surprise, they were much warmer and sweeter than she’d expected. Their home looked like something straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie—festively decorated, with twinkling lights, cozy throws, and a smell in the air that could only be described as perfect. The scent was familiar, like something she'd smell at Aveline’s Bakery, and it was comforting in the best way.
Their grandparents ushered her inside, settling her at the kitchen table with a plate of baked goods, and soon enough, they had her chatting away about how she knew their grandchildren. Hollis had never been one to hold back, so she made quick work of munching on cookies as they conversed. Their kindness made her feel more at ease than she expected, given the oddness of the situation.
When Raven and Wren finally arrived, Hollis, cookie in mouth, peered out from the kitchen, catching sight of them as they entered.

"Beat ya here!"

She grinned, eyeing Raven up and down with a raised brow.

"Wow, lookin rough there Ray Ray, I mean, still hot but in a 'I could barely get myself out of bed' kinda way"

She smirked playfully, winking from where she stood leaned up against the wall.

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location:

The Cross Household

tags:

Raven travelbypages Wren

 

[PotatochipsRlit]

Just because it's Christmas..

F

inn Erickson

No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cool enough to kick it.

Who's...that?

Finn and his brother Forrest had dedicated the entire day to their road trip to Revelstoke, their excitement palpable as they anticipated the thrill of carving through fresh powder on their snowboards.

The morning was a blur of adrenaline and laughter as they tackled the slopes, but fatigue settled in, prompting them to retreat to the lodge for a much-needed break.
Nestled in the warmth, they ate and talked about their future plans for the day.. but Finn couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss... "You know, for Christmas Eve, it sure doesn’t feel festive," ..he remarked, nearly scalding his tongue on the steaming coffee he had just poured, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.

Forrest raised an eyebrow and teased, "Maybe that’s because you’ve never really embraced the holiday spirit, Finn. Grinches like you always get their comeuppance..like burning your tongue on that coffee." He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink, grimacing at the taste...

"What is this? It’s like drinking dirt," Finn grimaced, sticking out his tongue in distaste, prompting Forrest to nod in agreement... "Mmm..We used to get our coffee from that little café in town.. this stuff doesn’t hold a candle to it." Finn pondered for a moment, then grinned, "Well, I’m feeling a bit drained anyway. If I need a boost, I want something that actually tastes good."

With a determined smile, he grabbed his helmet and snowboard gear, ready to head out... Forrest chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, "You really are something else, brother," he said, giving Finn a playful nudge.
Once they reached their car, they carefully secured their snowboards atop it and set off toward town. As they drove, Finn’s gaze was fixed on the extravagant decorations lining the streets, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain... "Looks like they’re still celebrating like crazy," he muttered, rolling his eyes at the over-the-top displays.

Forrest, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, poked Finn’s arm playfully. "Come on, enough with the Grinch act... Some of us actually enjoy Christmas, you know," he sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice, Finn couldn't help but scoff at his brother's words, disbelief etched across his face. Surely, Forrest was just joking. He chose to remain silent, shaking his head in exasperation...

"I'll find us some parking.. you go ahead and grab us something to drink," Forrest declared, bringing the car to a halt. Finn nodded in response, a smirk creeping onto his lips... "Ha! I get the fun part.. good luck, loser," he retorted, sliding out of the car and slamming the door shut before Forrest could retort.

Chuckling to himself, he adjusted his oversized jacket and made his way to the sidewalk, pushing open the door to the café. The interior had undergone a slight transformation, appearing more.. modern than the last time he had seen it.

He found a spot to hang his jacket on the back of an empty chair, rubbing his hands together to shake off the chill from outside. Just as he lifted his gaze, he spotted.. her...a shorter girl with short blonde hair, captivating in her own right... He stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized as he watched her interact with the barista, until a sudden tug on his shoulder jolted him back to reality.

It was Forrest, teasing him with a smirk. "Oh come on, I did my part, and you couldn't even get us our coffee?" he chided, only to follow Finn's gaze to the girl, raising an eyebrow in realization... "Oh... I see," he said, but Finn quickly shoved him away, brushing off the intrusion.

"Who is.. she?" he asked, his voice laced with awe. Forrest rolled his eyes, exasperated. "You have a new girl obsession every month.. enough of it," he sighed, grabbing Finn by the arm and leading him to the counter just as the girl finished her order.

Finn's eyes remained glued to her, noting how she seemed almost lost, her curiosity palpable. Their eyes met, and instead of looking away, Finn smiled softly, "Hey, dude, what are you getting?" Forrest interrupted, nudging him.
Finn blinked rapidly, momentarily flustered. "Oh, uh... whatever you're getting, I guess," he replied, clearing his throat as he tried to shake off the spell she had cast over him.
Finn cast a lingering look back at the girl as they settled the bill for their drinks, the weight of unspoken words settling into his chest..Finn and forrest settled at a table by the window.
With a heavy sigh, he cleared his throat, attempting to shake off the moment like an unsettling dream, while Forrest, ever the provocateur, was quick to pick up on the tension... "Let’s not forget, we’re just passing through," Forrest said, his tone a mix of teasing and concern, his head shaking in disbelief... "The last thing we need is you breaking another girl’s heart... Remember the last one? Her dad pulled a shotgun on you.." He chuckled, but his laughter was abruptly cut short as Finn retaliated with a swift kick to his calves, causing Forrest to yelp, "ow!" It was true, though.. Finn had a way of sabotaging his own connections, retreating into his shell just when things began to matter.
Sitting there, he furrowed his brows deeply and rested his head on his arms, the world around him fading as his thoughts spiraled..

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© pasta

 

[PotatochipsRlit]

Finn and his brother Forrest had dedicated the entire day to their road trip to Revelstoke, their excitement palpable as they anticipated the thrill of carving through fresh powder on their snowboards.

The morning was a blur of adrenaline and laughter as they tackled the slopes, but fatigue settled in, prompting them to retreat to the lodge for a much-needed break.
Nestled in the warmth, they ate and talked about their future plans for the day.. but Finn couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss... "You know, for Christmas Eve, it sure doesn’t feel festive," ..he remarked, nearly scalding his tongue on the steaming coffee he had just poured, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.

Forrest raised an eyebrow and teased, "Maybe that’s because you’ve never really embraced the holiday spirit, Finn. Grinches like you always get their comeuppance..like burning your tongue on that coffee." He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink, grimacing at the taste...

"What is this? It’s like drinking dirt," Finn grimaced, sticking out his tongue in distaste, prompting Forrest to nod in agreement... "Mmm..We used to get our coffee from that little café in town.. this stuff doesn’t hold a candle to it." Finn pondered for a moment, then grinned, "Well, I’m feeling a bit drained anyway. If I need a boost, I want something that actually tastes good."

With a determined smile, he grabbed his helmet and snowboard gear, ready to head out... Forrest chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, "You really are something else, brother," he said, giving Finn a playful nudge.
Once they reached their car, they carefully secured their snowboards atop it and set off toward town. As they drove, Finn’s gaze was fixed on the extravagant decorations lining the streets, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain... "Looks like they’re still celebrating like crazy," he muttered, rolling his eyes at the over-the-top displays.

Forrest, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, poked Finn’s arm playfully. "Come on, enough with the Grinch act... Some of us actually enjoy Christmas, you know," he sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice, Finn couldn't help but scoff at his brother's words, disbelief etched across his face. Surely, Forrest was just joking. He chose to remain silent, shaking his head in exasperation...

"I'll find us some parking.. you go ahead and grab us something to drink," Forrest declared, bringing the car to a halt. Finn nodded in response, a smirk creeping onto his lips... "Ha! I get the fun part.. good luck, loser," he retorted, sliding out of the car and slamming the door shut before Forrest could retort.

Chuckling to himself, he adjusted his oversized jacket and made his way to the sidewalk, pushing open the door to the café. The interior had undergone a slight transformation, appearing more.. modern than the last time he had seen it.

He found a spot to hang his jacket on the back of an empty chair, rubbing his hands together to shake off the chill from outside. Just as he lifted his gaze, he spotted.. her...a shorter girl with short blonde hair, captivating in her own right... He stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized as he watched her interact with the barista, until a sudden tug on his shoulder jolted him back to reality.

It was Forrest, teasing him with a smirk. "Oh come on, I did my part, and you couldn't even get us our coffee?" he chided, only to follow Finn's gaze to the girl, raising an eyebrow in realization... "Oh... I see," he said, but Finn quickly shoved him away, brushing off the intrusion.

"Who..is that..?" he asked, his voice laced with awe. Forrest rolled his eyes, exasperated. "You have a new girl obsession every month.. enough of it," he sighed, grabbing Finn by the arm and leading him to the counter just as the girl finished her order.

Finn's eyes remained glued to her, noting how she seemed almost lost, her curiosity palpable. Their eyes met, and instead of looking away, Finn smiled softly, "Hey, dude, what are you getting?" Forrest interrupted, nudging him.
Finn blinked rapidly, momentarily flustered. "Oh, uh... whatever you're getting, I guess," he replied, clearing his throat as he tried to shake off the spell she had cast over him.
Finn cast a lingering look back at the girl as they settled the bill for their drinks, the weight of unspoken words settling into his chest..Finn and forrest settled at a table by the window.
With a heavy sigh, he cleared his throat, attempting to shake off the moment like an unsettling dream, while Forrest, ever the provocateur, was quick to pick up on the tension... "Let’s not forget, we’re just passing through," Forrest said, his tone a mix of teasing and concern, his head shaking in disbelief... "The last thing we need is you breaking another girl’s heart... Remember the last one? Her dad pulled a shotgun on you.." He chuckled, but his laughter was abruptly cut short as Finn retaliated with a swift kick to his calves, causing Forrest to yelp, "ow!" It was true, though.. Finn had a way of sabotaging his own connections, retreating into his shell just when things began to matter.
Sitting there, he furrowed his brows deeply and rested his head on his arms, the world around him fading as his thoughts spiraled..

 

[celestialbody]

Ophelia Devereux

B

eing so far away from her brother for the holidays for the first time was harder than Ophelia had anticipated. She missed him more than she’d let herself admit. But there was no way around it. She needed to be close to the location of her upcoming project so she could scope out the area, settle in, and get a feel for the place. Plus, she needed time to herself to truly dive into her character.
The decision had been made even more complicated by a particularly volatile fight with her parents just before she left. It was messy, and she didn’t want to risk being around them during the holidays, knowing it would only ignite more tension and ruin what little peace her little brother had left. He deserved better than that.
So, here she was. Alone for the holidays.
To lift her spirits, she’d decided to do something small for herself—get her nails done, buy a few pieces of clothing to feel a little more put together. Nothing extravagant, just enough to distract her from the weight of missing home.
When she emerged from one of the nicer clothing stores in town, bags clutched in her hands, she found herself carrying far more than she'd intended. She'd gotten caught up in the little luxury of shopping, trying to make herself feel better. Now, walking down the snowy street, she tried to keep her eyes off of the other pretty things that called to her through the store windows.
But then, as if the universe was conspiring to shift her mood, her eyes landed on a familiar mop of dark curls from across the street. It was him.
Soren.
Ophelia stopped dead in her tracks. She hadn't heard from him in weeks—weeks of unanswered texts and calls, her mind running wild with worry. And yet, here he was, walking casually down the street in freaking Revelstoke. What the hell was he doing here? He had some serious explaining to do.

"Oh my god—Soren,"

she whispered, the surprise making her voice tremble as her eyes locked onto him.
Then the realization hit. He was all the way across the street.
Without thinking twice, Ophelia angled her body, turning toward him and practically shouting across the busy street, her voice carrying over the soft hum of passing cars and the festive bustle around them.

"SOREN! SOREN! Hey!"

She rushed to the edge of the sidewalk, her shopping bags weighing heavily in her arms as she looked both ways to check for traffic. A small wave of regret washed over her—she hadn’t meant to splurge so much today, and now, the bags felt even heavier with the added stress of the unexpected reunion.
There was no way she was letting him get away without answering for ghosting her.

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location:

Main Street

tags:

Soren Lizy

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Anthony Redfern

Auto Shop Owner

Location

Redfern Autoshop

"Ready to leave"

interactions.

Lizy -Brittain

A

nthony sighed as he sat at the cash register, counting down the hours until he could close up shop. The store was unusually quiet, the stillness broken only by the occasional sound of jingling bells as customers came and went. Just as he was about to lose himself in thought, the bell above the door chimed, drawing his attention. He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat as a stunning woman walked in.

“Hello,”

he said, straightening himself up and trying to project a sense of calm. He couldn’t help but wonder why someone as beautiful as her would be here so early on Christmas Eve. His curiosity piqued as he observed her; there was an air of uncertainty about her, as if she were gathering her thoughts before speaking.

Anthony watched her intently, his gaze searching hers as she hesitated, trying to find the right words. He could see the light flickering in her eyes, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He waited patiently, deliberately keeping his expression open and inviting, not wanting to startle her or rush her into speaking. The moment felt charged with potential, and he could sense that whatever she was about to say might change the course of his day—or perhaps even his holiday.

As she took a deep breath, he wondered about her story. What had brought her here, to this humble little shop on such a significant day? He leaned slightly forward, encouraging her silently, ready to listen and engage with whatever she had to share. The air between them felt electric, a connection sparking in the quiet space as he awaited her words with anticipation.

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Clay Asher Storm

Musician

Location

Common Area

"Hate this town"

interactions.

@fieldofcloves -Molly

C

lay sighed as he stepped out of the Uber, setting foot in his hometown for the first time in years. A wave of disgust washed over him as he surveyed the scene around him. While others might have marveled at the twinkling lights and festive decorations that adorned the streets on Christmas Eve, he felt nothing but disdain. This town, with its familiar yet suffocating aura, made his skin crawl.

After he had left, he had deliberately erased every trace of his past—changing his name, altering his appearance, and crafting a new identity far removed from the memories that haunted him here. The thought of returning, even temporarily, filled him with a sense of dread. He had no desire to reconnect with the family members he had left behind, nor did he want to confront the ghosts of his past that lingered in every corner of this place.

As he contemplated the reasons behind his return, lost in his thoughts, he suddenly bumped into someone walking in the opposite direction. He looked down to see a girl who seemed to be caught off guard. She was dressed inappropriately for the chilly weather, wearing little more than a lightweight outfit that left her shivering.

Raising an eyebrow, he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing out here all alone, particularly on a night when everyone else was huddled inside, enjoying the warmth of family and festivities. Without saying a word, he instinctively reached out a hand to help her up from where she had stumbled. His expression remained neutral, yet a flicker of concern crossed his mind.

As he helped her to her feet, he observed her closely, intrigued by her presence in this desolate moment. There was something about her that caught his attention—perhaps it was the determination in her eyes or the way she held herself despite the cold. He didn’t offer any words; instead, he remained silent, allowing the weight of the encounter to linger in the air between them, unsure of what to say or how to break the tension that hung thick around them.

 

[celestialbody]

Ozelia Mae Bonet

W

alking down the snowy street, Ozelia tapped out one last message to her parents. They had been especially worried about her spending Christmas alone this year. Normally, the family would come together to enjoy a festive gathering, filled with shared laughter and good food. But this time, Ozelia had encouraged them to take a romantic holiday for themselves instead.
She was a grown woman now, and while she loved her parents deeply, she didn’t think they needed to worry so much about her being alone for one holiday. It was just one gathering, and they could easily meet up any other day for some fun activity. Ozelia wanted them to have a chance to truly relax and enjoy a romantic experience together, something they rarely did in their busy lives.
Now, here she was, in the midst of her own solo holiday.
She’d decided to step out and explore the town’s Festival of Lights again. It was a place she’d visited several times before, but this time, she was on her own. It felt different—quieter somehow, but also more peaceful. She relished the opportunity to walk at her own pace, sipping on a warm hot chocolate as she took in the twinkling lights and vibrant displays. The usual bustling crowd seemed to fade away, leaving her to enjoy the simple magic of the moment.
As she wandered, her eyes caught sight of one of her students and their parent walking by. Smiling warmly, Ozelia waved politely from across the way, happy to see her student enjoying the festivities with family. She didn’t want to interrupt their moment, so she continued on her path, grateful for the brief connection and glad that, even on this quiet Christmas, she could share in a little piece of the holiday joy.

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location:

Main Street

tags:

Eileen ShellBelles

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Aveline Odessa Linchette

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Bakery Owner

Location

Linchette's Bakery

"Christmas time!"

interactions.

Lizy -Sidney

A

veline sat in one of the chairs behind the counter, her phone resting beside her as she waited for any last-minute customers to wander in. The cozy café was quiet, but the festive atmosphere outside brought a sense of warmth that filled her with anticipation. She was eager to head over to her grandparents' house for the holiday celebration, but she genuinely enjoyed helping others out in her little corner of the world.

Her thoughts drifted to Jace, her mother’s ex, who had been a thorn in her side lately. He had a knack for being a real pain in the butt, but she reminded herself that she couldn’t blame him entirely for her mother’s choices. It was the holiday season, after all, and she was determined to keep her spirits up.

As she waited, Aveline sent out a quick message to some of the townsfolk to remind them that the café was open. To her delight, Sidney, who worked next door, replied almost immediately, asking for a coffee. A smile spread across her face at the thought of serving him. Knowing he was a regular, she swiftly moved to the coffee machine, eager to brew a fresh batch for him.

“Regulars get fresh coffee,”

she mused to herself, a little mantra she had adopted.

While the coffee brewed, she returned to her seat behind the counter, a sense of contentment washing over her as she observed the world outside. Families strolled by, laughter and joy echoing in the air as children pointed excitedly at the holiday decorations. Aveline couldn’t help but giggle a bit to herself, the sight of the kids bundled up in colorful scarves and mittens tugging at her heartstrings. Their excitement was contagious, reminding her of the simple joys that the season brought.

As the aroma of fresh coffee began to fill the café, Aveline felt a renewed sense of purpose. She loved being a part of the community, sharing little moments of happiness with her customers, and creating a warm space for everyone to gather. It was moments like these that made her appreciate the holiday spirit, even amidst the chaos that sometimes surrounded her. She couldn’t wait to serve Sidney and share in the warmth of the season, one cup of coffee at a time.