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Finn Erickson





































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Finn spotted her familiar smirk returning, a mischievous glint in her eyes that made his brow furrow in annoyance.

There was a thrill in her audacity, she.. thrived on this, this.. and as the words echoed in his mind..

witch, witch, witch..

It sparked a strange amusement that was quickly overshadowed by annoyance... a mantra of exasperation that he couldn’t quite shake off.

It was painfully clear that she had a hold over him, a grip that tightened with every flicker of her gaze...a simple shift of carelessness or indifference on her part sent a jolt through him.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was her beauty that ensnared him...those.. eyes, her alluring figure..but it ran deeper than mere physical attraction..her spirit, her defiance, the way she could engage him in playful banter, keeping him perpetually alert, unlike the effortless charm he wielded with the other women in his life.

It was a love-hate relationship, one that made him feel achingly desperate, a sensation he loathed because it stripped away his armor of indifference, leaving him bare and vulnerable.

As she leaned in closer, Finn found himself caught in an intoxicating haze, his resolve dwindling. He inhaled the heady scent of her perfume, a blend that tangled with the memory of their night together.
The vivid recollection of their bodies intertwined, of her fragrance mingling with his own, sparked a longing deep within him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her hotel room still carried the essence of their intimacy..

The warmth of her breath against his skin was almost electric, adding to this feeling of reminisce.. a twist of embarrassment flooding him..

But it was her words that truly ensnared him..
"But only when it’s worth my time."
It struck him like lightning, leaving him to grapple with the meaning behind her statement..leaving him in a whirl of confusion..

Did she not find him worthy after all?..

The thought clawed at him, sending shards of doubt racing through his mind, each one piercing deeper than the last. Hadn’t he been worth her time when she had rushed into his arms, kissing him with such fervor that the memory still tingled on his lips?..

A memory.. so vivid that he instinctively moistened his lips, only to notice her gaze dart to them fleetingly before she pulled back with a dismissive scoff.

Damn it, she was teasing him again, toying with his emotions like a cat with a string.

He was ensnared in her games, caught in a web of her indifference that only deepened his sense of longing and frustration.

His heart raced with a mix of confusion and intrigue, all stemming from her dispassionate demeanor that seemed to hold him captive.
The way she affected him was a riddle.. one he'd rather not unravel..

what was he doing here, and why had he ever engaged with her in the first place?

A torrent of absurd inquiries flooded his mind, each one more nonsensical than the last, while the silence between them stretched like an elastic band ready to snap..
Her fleeting glances danced between his lips and his eyes, ensnaring him deeper into her web, so much so that when her voice finally broke the stillness, he flinched as if struck.

"You just little game, Finn. Fun while it last."

..while it lasts..

Her words dripped with a teasing familiarity, the way she pronounced his name sending a shiver down his spine, as if she were fully aware of the hold she had over him.
It was infuriating, the way her laughter echoed in his ears, a sound that seemed to mock his every insecurity and question.
He had thought he was the one steering this interaction, believing he had the upper hand because of her past annoyance and vulnerability towards him. Yet.. her swift transformation was nothing short of surprising.. and fascinating, a reality he loathed to accept, leaving him reeling in its wake.

"You ask if I think of you?" she suddenly probed, and he felt a twitch of anticipation, bracing himself for her inevitable witty retort.

"I think of how easy you were," she declared, and in that moment, Finn realized that despite his grasp on her patterns, she remained an enigma, a puzzle he couldn't quite piece together.

How could she oscillate between playing hard to get and initiating a kiss, then getting frustrated when he left so abruptly.. then for it all to fall back on her playing hard to get once more?
The complexity of her nature left him both bewildered and captivated, ensnared in a game he was desperate to understand yet terrified to lose.

He wanted to challenge her, to demand clarity, but the very thought of breaking the delicate balance of the tumult of emotions swirling within him, each one vying for dominance.. was hard to grapple.

The confusion that had initially gripped his heart now morphed into a simmering frustration, a desire to confront the contradictions that defined her. How could she be so effortlessly alluring one moment, and then so dismissive the next?..

It was as if she wielded the power to manipulate the very fabric of his thoughts and feelings, bending them to her will with a mere flick of her gaze.

He took leaned closer, the air thick with tension, and for a fleeting moment, he considered the possibility of breaking through her carefully constructed facade... "You think I'm easy?" ..he challenged, his voice steadier than he felt.

The words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in vulnerability, and he watched as her expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before it was replaced by a look of contemplation..

Finn scrutinized her intently, studying the subtle shifts of thought and emotion reflected in the vivid azure depths of her gaze... The way her eyes flickered, a myriad of feelings swirling just below the surface, drew him in deeper...

"You want truth.?" she questioned.

...allowing silence to hang in the air for a few moments..

Her words unfurled slowly, "I forget you as soon as I wake up," she confessed with a casual shrug, reclining once more into the comfort of her chair.

It was as if she were gauging the reactions she could elicit from him, testing his resolve.
In the stillness that followed, Finn remained quiet, lost in a whirlpool of thoughts, his heart pounding in his chest.

Waves of confusion and frustration crashed within him, his mind racing to formulate a response, still feeling the agitation prickling just beneath his skin.
With a light chuckle that barely masked his unease, he leaned in closer, "And what does that imply.. exactly..?" he asked, gripping the armrests of her chair, his fingers digging into the fabric as he sought to coax her full attention.

He needed to understand, "You dream of me.. fall asleep thinking of me?.." His voice was earnest, he tilted his head slightly, refusing to break eye contact.

“I’m not going anywhere, Calla, nor am I staying to lose,” he declared, a hint of defiance lacing his words.
Yet, beneath that bravado, he also sensed the vulnerability deep down.. Her earlier words, while teasingly indifferent, hinted at the sensitivity he felt towards such words.

"Your clarification, however, does suggest we’re playing.. some sort of.. game, so is that was this is?.." he continued, managing a smirk that barely concealed his rising frustration. It was a thin veil, but he’d learned to wear it well, even as the questions spiraled.

"Unless.. you want me gone..?" he pressed, inching closer until their faces were tantalizingly near, a mere breath apart. His eyes momentarily darted to her lips..before raising back up to her eyes as he asked.. "You did make quite a statement with it earlier.. so tell me.. is that what you want..?"





































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Aveline Odessa Linchette
Bakery Owner
Location
Rachel and Hollis Apartment
"My beautiful bestfriend"
interactions.
Lizy Lizy -Rachel
A
ve stirred as the snowflakes pelted the apartment's gutters, a rhythmic whisper against the winter silence. She stretched carefully, mindful of Rachel sleeping beside her, the bitter cold seeping through her thin pajamas like icy fingers. The power outage had stripped away warmth, leaving only the storm's bitter-cold embrace.

Pulling the blankets tighter, she surveyed the room—a landscape of their movie night's aftermath. Popcorn kernels and snack wrappers created a beautiful memory of their shared laughter. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she began to tidy the space, her movements gentle to preserve Rachel's peaceful slumber.

Pausing, Ave glanced at her. For a moment, Ave caught herself admiring the delicate lines of Rachel's face, the way her breath created barely perceptible movements.

"She is your best friend, Ave. Knock it off,"
she scolded herself internally, breaking the spell. Carefully, she slid from the bed, gathering their scattered remnants, and padded towards the kitchen, eager to help her best friend.





 
FLORENCE ANGELES
Florence felt a slight heat on his cheeks from hearing the soft chuckle from Clive, but he did his best to ignore it and hoped like hell that it wasn't noticeable. He cleared his throat before letting out a nervous chuckle of his own, smiling awkwardly as he looked off to the side. "Oh, okay. That's cool" He didn't mind the way Clive sounded at all. If anything, he thought he was very down to earth. Florence appreciated their casual conversations whenever they've spoke. It made things feel more..."natural" between them.

As he continued to stand there awkwardly, Florence glanced back over at Clive upon hearing him speak up again. "Yeah, uh, I mean, not really. People were already kinda staying here to begin with. It's really just us staff that's kind of stuck here. Heh." Florence tried to look Clive in the eyes as they continued their conversation. If anything, he thought he was the one looking like a fool right now. Usually, he's able to talk to other people, no problem. But something about talking to Clive made him struggle to act normal. He wished he could be as mature about things as he was.

Florence's eyes widened a bit when Clive offered him a seat on his bed. He watched him walk over to sit down on it, before expectantly looking over at him while waiting for him to join. Florence swallowed a bit as he went over and joined Clive on the bed. He inwardly tried to pinpoint the right distance to put between them without making things weird. He knew that he was making a big deal out of this and he didn't know why. Well, he sort of did. But he wasn't gonna admit that to himself.

Florence tried to let himself relax and stay cool as he sat there next to Clive. He was avoiding eye contact for a bit, trying to avoid having him see the nervous look on his face right now. Florence didn't want to look weird in front of him. But he also didn't want Clive to think that he didn't want to be there, which, of course, wasn't true at all. So he composed himself before speaking up again, trying to force a casual tone as he glanced over at the guy next to him. "So, uh, what'd you wanna do? I-I wasn't really planning on doing much either, so I'm cool with just chilling out."



Mentions: Lizy Lizy - Clive
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Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Door
"Hopefully he's here.."
interactions.
B
elle's ears perked at the sound of Jupiter's voice slicing through the hallway's silence. A smile unexpectedly blossomed on her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Actually, for your information, I knocked this time,"
she quipped, her voice laced with playfulness.

Shaking her head softly, she continued,
"I got bored being in my room alone. It's not like I can do much around here."
She shrugged, leaning against the wall with casual grace. Her fingers began a rhythmic dance against the cool surface, creating a soft percussion that echoed her restlessness.

Belle's gaze locked onto Jupiter, her eyes batting with deliberate slowness. Boredom had kindled a desire for chaos, and she found herself craving the company of the man who was rapidly becoming more than just an acquaintance to her.

"So, are you going to invite me in? Or are you looking to come into mine?"
Her voice dripped with flirtatious banter, her free hand gesturing between his door and hers like a conductor directing an intimate symphony. In her other hand, she clutched the shirt he had given her—a tangible reminder of his unexpected chivalry, a softness that had peeked through his tough exterior.





 
Cora Reed
Poet/Country Girl
Location
Calhoun Farm
"I hate the cold"
interactions.
C
ora's soft chuckle broke the stillness of the early morning, a sound that hung in the air like a delicate mist as she heard Monroe's footsteps behind her. The wooden floor creaked slightly beneath his weight, betraying his exhaustion before he even spoke. She paused, savoring the moment of quiet, before slowly turning to face him.

"It's late, Mon,"
she said, her country twang wrapping around each word like a warm blanket.
"I never heard you leave."
Taking a step closer, she studied him intently, her concern etching lines of worry between her brows. The soft lamplight caught the shadows under his eyes, revealing the toll of his recent work.

Her gaze traced the lines of fatigue etched on his face, noting the glassy look in his eyes that suggested he was operating far beyond mere tiredness. It was a look she knew well - the kind of exhaustion that came from pushing oneself beyond reasonable limits. She could tell he was operating on pure determination, his body running on nothing more than willpower and necessity.

Tilting her head slightly, she asked softly,
"Have you even eaten?"
The question hung between them, loaded with more than simple curiosity. Her eyes swept over him, taking in every detail - the slight tremor in his hands, the way his shoulders seemed to sag with an invisible weight.

As she waited for his response, Cora's mind raced. The temperature was dropping fast, and she could feel the cold seeping through the barn like an unwelcome guest. Her practical nature warred with her concern, calculating the risks of continued work against the immediate need for rest and sustenance.

Making a decisive move, she closed the gap between them, taking his hands in hers. His fingers, cold and calloused from hard work, wrapped around her warm ones.
"Two people working gets things done faster,"
she explained, her voice a perfect blend of logic and care.
"And if you haven't eaten, you could pass out. And if you pass out in this cold..."
She didn't need to finish the sentence. The threat of hypothermia hung unspoken between them.



 
Mason Redfern
Auto Shop Owner
Location
Lodge
"I love this crew"
interactions.
M
ason's laughter erupted like a sudden burst of sunlight, filling the room with an infectious warmth that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of absence.
"Manny!"
he exclaimed, his voice rich with emotion as his friend entered the room. He reached out, intending a hearty pat on the back.

Settling onto one of the bed, Mason sank into the surface, his eyes dancing with a mixture of joy and something deeper—a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show.
"I'm glad to be back, buddy,"
he said, his voice softening.
"I was missing you."
His gaze expanded, encompassing not just Manny, but Darcy as well.
"I missed you both."


The children's laughter—pure, unbridled, and innocent—cascaded around him like a healing melody. Each giggle was a reminder of what he'd been fighting for, what he'd been away from. Yet beneath the joy, a familiar weight of guilt settled in his chest. Mason was painfully aware of his inconsistent presence in Darcy's life, a truth that haunted him more than any external battle he'd faced.
His relationship with Darcy was complicated, layered with unresolved tensions and missed connections. The demons he carried were not just memories of past conflicts, but the silent struggles of a man trying to reconnect, to be present in ways he'd previously failed.

Turning to Manny, a mischievous spark ignited in his eyes. The transformation was instantaneous—from introspective to playful, from weighted to light.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
he asked, his wink a coded language between old friends, hinting at some shared understanding that needed no verbal explanation.

Rising from the bed, Mason moved with the fluid grace of someone trained to be simultaneously alert and relaxed. He approached Manny and the children, his movements deliberate yet casual.
"As long as it's okay with Darce, of course,"
he added, casting a respectful nod towards Darcy.






 
mood :
excited

location :
lodge
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

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Jules faeriehollow faeriehollow
Jensdóttir
;; Elodie
Elodie may have prepared poorly for this blizzard. This morning, it wasn't that bad, but everyone predicted it would get worse and decided to take shelter. But Elodie, ever the optimist, decided to just hope it wouldn't that bad and continue on as usual.

So, she showed up at the lodge and did her set at the restaurant, playing some violin while people ate their food. It wasn't like this was a super pressing engagement, she could have backed out just this once, stayed home. But she liked being able to play music for people. Especially around the lodge, where she knew one waiter in particular would be paying attention to her.

Her set came and went, and she left the restaurant. Jules seemed busy with work, so Elodie didn't get much of a chance to talk to her. There was the occasional shared glance, which made her smile and blush, but that was all. Elodie was a bit disappointed that she hadn't spoken to her new... friend? She wasn't really sure what she was to Jules at this point, since in her heart she knew she didn't just want to be friends. But, as she began to head to the exit of the lodge, she realized she may have another chance.

She was snowed in. There was no way she was driving home in this snow. It was a bad thing, sure, but she couldn't help the tiny smily on the face that appeared when she realized she may be able to see Jules when she got off her shift.

Elodie took a seat in an open area near the bar, occupying herself with the magazines that were scattered about, but only half paying attention to what was in them. She looked up quite often to gaze around the room for Jules, hoping she'd appear soon. And sure enough, after several minutes, she spotted Jules enter and head over to the bar. Elodie shifted in her seat, trying to look casual, like she wasn't some obsessive madwoman who had just spent all her time waiting for Jules to show up.

She looked down at the magazine in her hands and then looked up, scanning the room before looking at Jules, hoping to catch her eye. Nope, she was looking over at the line at the bar. Again. She looked down at the magazine and looked up near where Jules was. No, now she was looking over at the other side of the room. One more time. Elodie looked down and then pulled her gaze up to scan the room again, finally locking eyes with Jules.

Elodie grinned once she had done so, happy her move had finally worked. She blushed once she realized that she probably seemed way too happy to see someone she didn't even know all that well. But that did not deter her from giving an enthusiastic wave to the woman, then using her hand to beckon her over with a hopeful look in her eyes.
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EILEEN HARIGOLD
Eileen applied the last of her makeup as she looked at herself in the mirror. The blizzard hadn't really affected her. She wasn't planning to go out today. But now, she did have an excuse to go and hang with her friend, Summer. She remembered when they first met at the party a few weeks ago. Besides things getting a little intense with Molly becoming a drunken mess, it was probably the most fun she's had at a party. Usually, her other friends back at home would just wanna go hit on or dance with some random guys, and find one to take them home. Definitely not Eileen's style, hence why she would always "catch up with them later" when she was brought along.

But at this party, she actually got to have a fun time. Summer and Molly didn't ditch her for some dudes. They all got to just hang out, dance, and laugh over some snacks and drinks. Eileen actually felt a real kinship with Summer. Not only was she nice, but she was fun. Not to mention she had such a pretty voice. Eileen didn't want their whole night together to be for not, so she actually ended up asking for Summer's number so they could talk some more. Fortunately, Summer seemed to have been on the same wavelength since she agreed.

Ever since then, the two have been getting to know each other more. They'd chat over the phone for hours on end, and every so often, Summer would invite Eileen to hang out together. Just the two of them. Eileen closed the cap to the blush, giving herself a once over before finally walking out the bathroom. She went to her bed to grab her phone. She saw the unread message from Summer, asking her where she was at. She quickly texted her back. On my way now. Be there soon. She added a little kissy emoji at the end of her message before sending. Eileen usually got more comfortable being a little "flirty" when she was close with a friend.

She then grabbed her stuff and headed out of her room. She saw her dad, Rufus, in the kitchen area frying up some chicken. Eileen gave him a quick hug, letting him know that she was gonna go hang out with her friend for a bit. Rufus didn't seem to mind. Although he was starting to have some...suspiscions on Eileen and this Summer girl. But he decided not to say anything. After their goodbye, Eileen headed out their room and made her way over to Summer's. She made it to her floor before walking up to Summer's door, giving a quick knock as she stood there waiting for her to answer. She adjusted her top for a brief second, making sure she looked alright.



Mentions: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Summer
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Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Autoshop Apartment
"Yea Whatever"
interactions.
K
ennedy sighed as his touch sent tremors through her body, her physical response betraying the internal war raging within her. Her body melted into his arms despite her mind's resistance, a surrender both involuntary and profound.

"Morning,"
she whispered, her voice a delicate tapestry of sadness, exhaustion, and barely contained emotion. The hint of recent tears lingered in her tone, soft and vulnerable. Her gaze drifted to the window, seeking solace in the landscape beyond.
"I guess it could be beautiful,"
she murmured, the usual vibrancy of her voice muted by an unspoken weight.

Settling against him, she placed her cocoa—now tepid—on the nearby surface.
"How did you sleep?"
The question hung in the air, a transparent attempt to create distance, to maintain a facade of normalcy. Her nerves were raw, her composure a fragile construct threatening to shatter at any moment.

Mustering courage, she turned to face him. The smile she offered was microscopic, a ghost of her usual radiance. Her eyes, typically sparkling with life, now seemed dulled, like a photograph faded by time and unspoken emotions.

The feeling in her chest was a relentless drumbeat—a complex symphony of joy, pain, and resignation. Of course she was happy for him. Paris. It was a dream, an opportunity most would cherish. But the unspoken tension between them was an invisible barrier, an elephant occupying every inch of emotional space.

"So,"
she began, her voice catching. She cleared her throat, a deliberate attempt to maintain composure.
"When do you leave for Paris?"
The words tumbled out, each syllable carefully measured to prevent her fragile emotional dam from breaking.

Her gaze dropped to her hands, unable to meet his eyes. She knew that direct eye contact would shatter her carefully constructed walls, releasing a flood of tears she had no right to shed. He wasn't hers—just a passing traveler in the landscape of her life. Yet, something about him had seamlessly integrated into her world, like a missing puzzle piece she hadn't realized was absent until it clicked perfectly into place.




 
mood :
butterflies

location :
on the road
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
Jessie travelbypages travelbypages
Warren
;; Serena
Serena laughed at all of Jessie's ideas on how to get super famous from this incident. "I think it could totally be a hit," She nodded with a grin on her face. "It could be one of those movies that completely flops like with the critics, but then women, gay people... anyone with taste really, they all love it so it actually becomes super super successful and iconic."

She looked over as her friend recalled another time they has been total idiots but came out the other end just fine. They honestly had a lot of stories like that. Just the two of them, hanging out, making the best out of a bad situation brought on by their poorly thought out choices. This blizzard was just another one for the books. Serena laughed along with Jessie, being reminded that as long as they had each other, it would all be ok.

When Jessie shot her a wink, Serena blew a kiss in return, matching the silly, flirtatious energy. She paused a second, grinning as the butterflies in her stomach acted up. "I think we'll be ok, I really do," she said, tone slightly more serious than before, giving her friend a soft, hopeful look.

She sighed and laughed nervously, hoping Jessie wouldn't noticed her shift in tone too much, or at least not read into it. She didn't want to lose Jessie by psyching her out with news of the butterflies that appeared in her stomach every time they were together. They had to keep things casual, for the sake of their friendship.

"So, what should we do? We could just keep eating these gummy bears, but I really think we should ration. You know, just in case. We could make up a game or something to keep us entertained? Or just like... cozy up and try our best to stay warm?" She asked, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, sounding more suggestive with her last suggestion.
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the blizzard.



sutton sullivan.













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embarassed











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who knows? she certainly doesn't.











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jace.











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Sutton blushed a little when Jace called her on her poor outfit choice. He was right, she should have worn pants or even a jacket, but that hadn't been on her mind that morning. She smiled when he mentioned not charging for his rescue services and said,
"I'd be dead broke if you charged me for rescues, but at least I always look cute when you save me.”
She put some pep in her voice, slightly nervous about calling herself cute. She didn't know what their relationship was and just because she thought he was cute, didn't mean he thought she was cute.

"Sadly not, but in the past, I was never that far from home so it was always my dad or brothers rescuing me. I prefer your rescues way more, just so you know.”


She hopped out of the truck, wrapping his arms around herself. The temperatures were dropping and suddenly she was hyper-aware of just how dumb she had been.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a dumbass move, per usual.”
She just shrugged. She was trying to play it cool, but her heart swelled a little as he seemed genuinely concerned about her. She wouldn't admit it, but the more time she spent with Jace, the more time she was developing feelings for him, unsure of what those feelings may mean.

When they got to the motel office, Sutton offered to pay for both rooms but it ended up that they only had 1 room open, with 1 queen bed in it. It was almost like something that would happen in one of her romance books. She looked at Jace,
"So do we take it? I mean I doubt we can get back, it's really picking up out there.”



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CALLA CARLTON
Calla leaned back, her smirk never wavering as she watched him struggle to keep his composure. She was thiving in this moment, seeing how far she could push before the thread snapped. But as the words left her lips, as she saw the flicker of something wounded in his gaze, she felt a strange pang twisted in her chest.

"Game? You only now see?" she taunted, tilting her head slightly, amusement flickering in her gaze. The words were meant to tease, to keep the upper hand but the way he stiffened made her stomach twist uncomfortably. She was pushing too hard, wasn't she? The thought unsettled her. She was never normally this cruel but there was something about him that irritated her. "You funny, Finn. You act like you different," she mused, her voice light.

She could see the way his fingers flexed, his control slipping. It was like this with them, a constant pull and push and neither willing to fully give in. But this time… this time, something in the way he looked at her made her feel like she had taken things too far. "You all same," she added with a lazy shrug, her tone casual as if the words meant nothing. But they did. And as soon as she said it, she regretted it. She could see the way it landed, the way his jaw tensed, how he swallowed a response before speaking again. It wasn't fair. He wasn't like the others. She knew that.

His challenge made her pause, made her grip the edge of the table a little tighter. She should keep going, keep up the act, but guilt gnawed at the edges of her resolve. "I not dream of you," she said, voice softer now but still firm. Her fingers traced the rim of her glass absentmindedly, as if the words weren’t cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. She wished they weren’t true. But the way she avoided his gaze now, the way her throat felt tight. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe she was lying.

"I dream of many thing. But dream go away when sun come," she murmured, more to herself than him. It was easier this way. To pretend none of it mattered. To push him away before he could do the same to her. But the way he leaned in, the way he still looked at her like she was something worth figuring out, it made her feel small like she had ruined something fragile before it even had the chance to exist.

She chuckled, shaking her head slightly, trying to ignore the weight settling in her chest. "Then you stay why?" The question hung in the air between them, heavier than she intended.
And this time, she wasn't sure if she was asking him or herself. "I'm here, for my own reasons. But you are traveler, you go everywhere when you want." The girl couldn't look him in the eye anymore, her confidence and fieriness gone now. "I want many things. None are you. None are what we have happening."

Mentions: Finn - PotatochipsRlit PotatochipsRlit
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the blizzard.



aurora - 'rory'.













mood.

timid.











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location

the lodge.











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steph.











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Lizy Lizy















When the woman, Steph, introduced herself, Rory gave her a warm smile. She knew all about going by a nickname rather than a full name. Rory had started insisting on being called Rory at the age of 3 and it had been that way ever since. She blushed a little at being called sweet and decided to just tell the girl her name,
"I'm Rory...well Aurora, but I don't go by that."
She found herself slightly stumbling on her words when trying to explain herself. She felt herself flushing a dark shade of red.

With the subject changed to the blizzard, Rory could have sighed with relief, but didn't.
"Yes, very crazy. I actually got back into town yesterday. Kicking myself a little for not checking about the storm because I would have extended my trip."
When she had been in England, Revelstoke was the last thing on her mind.

Normally, Rory didn't talk this much about herself but the woman had asked about her, so she decided to open up.
"I actually grew up here. My family always camped out here when blizzards would hit. I don't remember a time when the power went out."


"But embarrassing as it is, I plan to camp out in the common areas because I didn't have a chance to book a room."
She smiled a little as she spoke.
"But I really wanna know, where you came from."
There was a hint of flirtation in Rory's voice, but only the slightest bit.



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mood :
a little insane but that's ok

location :
workshop
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
oz celestialbody celestialbody
lewis
;; Sidney
Sidney opened a cupboard and pulled out a can of good old fashioned chicken noodle soup. He smiled and shook his head as Oz talked about him coming to her rescue. "Really, it's nothing, don't worry about it," he proclaimed as he lit his camping stove. He opened the can of soup and poured it into a clean pot, placing it on the heat source.

He couldn't help but laugh when she asked about the lodge. A sharp, unrestrained, and thoroughly amused chuckle came out of his lips. "The lodge. Oh, the lodge," He muttered in a somewhat sarcastic sing song manner. "Everyone's going to be in the lodge. Sure, it's warm, but what happens when the resources are stretched thin? I'm sure once they have to resort to cannibalism they'll be thinking hard about their life choices."

Yeah, he may have played out the apocalyptic survivalist scenario in his head one too many times. It wasn't going to be that bad. Sid, you're doing that crazy thing again. And there it was. That familiar voice in the back of Sidney's mind. Familiar, but not his own, which seemed even more crazy. "Not now," he muttered under his breath, only becoming aware he'd said those words aloud moments after he said them. He decided to breeze through them though. After years of living with his own strange behavior, he'd figured out it was best not to dwell on things like that.

"But, yeah. I'm alone here. Just me," He shrugged, nodding his head. "I came over here when I realized the blizzard was going to get bad, I have more stuff here than at home. It's the safest place I could think of being." Sidney hoped his words would offer a bit of comfort, especially with his bizarre cannibalism and muttering to himself outburst earlier.
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Rowan decided to drop the subject, not wanting to push back and cause any more awkwardness between the pair. She knew there was probably a bigger probability for Casper to open up to her if they drank again, but she couldn't stomach the thought of starting drinking right now.

But Rowan only sort of believed him that she hadn't done anything. She had racked her brain trying to think of what she could have possibly done, but there was nothing. She gave him a small, weak smile when he said she hadn't done anything, that would have to suffice for now.

She laid back on the bed, trying to get comfortable,
"Yeah, that sounds good."
She then added,
"Maybe watch a shitty movie, I'll even let you pick."
She teased and gave him a real smile. The idea of food and a movie would be nice, then they didn't have to talk but could just simply be in each other's presence.


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KHAILA SIMMONS
Khaila lightheartedly rolled her eyes at Blythe's playful banter. It was often that they got like this when they were just hanging out together. The arcade provided a dreamlike atmosphere for her. It wasn't often that Khaila was in a place like this. It wasn't necessarily her vibe. But she enjoyed being there with Blythe. She stood there beside her, phone still in hand, as she continued to watch the girl game. Khaila's demeanor remained the same as she spoke up again.

"Well, with this many tickets, we could pretty much get whatever we wanted," she said with a shrug. Khaila glanced over at the prize counter. She wasn't sure what kind of prize she would even want. They were mostly just little plush toys and other knickknacks. Stuff that she could probably buy for like not even five bucks somewhere else. But seeing Blythe put in so much effort into bleeding all these arcade machines dry for all those tickets, Khaila would feel bad for putting it all to waste.

She sighed as she glanced back down at her phone. "I don't know yet. But we'll see when you're done." Khaila figured that if Blythe really was winning all these tickets so that they could buy a prize, she wouldn't have it all be for nothing. Besides, she didn't want to give off the impression that she wasn't having fun. She really was. But alas, she's just not the best with expressing herself.

Khaila put her phone back in her pocket before smirking a little, putting her hand on her hip as she brought her eyes back on the screen of the arcade machine. She saw the speed and dexterity Blythe was playing with to get at all the targets, watching the timer go up from all the points she was earning. "That is if you plan on stopping anytime soon," she said with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.



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Dallas smiled when Reece opened the door in his sweats, her worries simply drifting away. Why has she been so nervous? Something about Reece was just different, but it was a good type of different.

"Wouldn't be a snow day without jammies."
She grinned and walked into the room, plopping herself down on the couch. She mentally kicked herself, realizing she could have easily kissed him, but now she was too caught up in not kissing him.

"I think this should just be the designated 'Dallas' Spot' and now I'm designating this one, 'Reecey's Spot'.."
She patted the couch cushion that was directly next to her, hoping that he would sit close to her.

She was going to suggest watching something but also realized that she needed to cool her nervous energy and let him take a little bit of the lead.


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Darcy watched as Mason and Manny greeted each other. She had always loved their friendship, especially since they had let her crash and become their 'third musketeer'. Manny had even seen the kids throughout the years and was 'Uncle Manny' to them.

She giggled as he hugged her, one of his famous bear hugs,
"Hi Manny. Been too long."
She said happily.

The twins bounced with excitement for the candy canes and both squealed, 'Thank you, Uncle Manny!' The twins both put them away, Darcy knew immediately that they would want to put them in hot cocoa.

Darcy's heart twinged a little when Mason admitted to missing both of them. She felt the same and her heart ached if she thought about it for too long.

Then when Mason asked permission to rough house with the kids, Darcy nodded,
"As long as no one gets stabbed with a candy cane!"



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Hollis Warner

H
ollis leaned back, letting the warm, bubbling water relax her muscles as Mikey hopped in after her, sending a bit of splash flying as well. She chuckled softly as Mikey crooned about how good of an idea this was, but her attention quickly shifted to Wren, who had just stepped into the room. Her eyes lit up with mischief as she caught sight of him, waving cheerfully before he even had a chance to speak up.
"Wren! My man! You made it just in time! The water’s perfect, and honestly, this is way better than twiddling your fingers out there in the cold, right?"
She patted the edge of the tub, grinning.
"Come on, it’ll be fun! You can’t leave Mikey and me hanging, can you?"

She shot Mikey a playful glance as he asked him not to snitch before continuing,
I mean, you could always go, snitch if you really wanted to,"
she teased, her eyebrow arched as she leaned in slightly.
"But, uh… if you do happen to snitch, Wren,"
she added with a smirk,
"I’d say it’s only fair I get my lick back, don’t you think?"
She winked, the playful threat hanging in the air, but it was clear she was joking.
Her grin widened as she looked back at Mikey.
"So, what do you think? We’re all friends here, right? Nothing to worry about."
Hollis leaned back again, her tone softening just a bit.
"You deserve to unwind, too. I swear, you’ll feel so much better once you’re in here with us~"
There was a genuine note to her voice now, though the teasing undertone remained.
"Besides, the water’s way more fun when there’s more people to splash around with."



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Revelstoke Lodge

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Wren Cross

W
ren hesitated in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he looked between Mikey and Hollis. He gave a small chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uhm, no, I wasn’t planning on ‘narcing’ on you or anything, so don't worry about that.
he assured them, offering a small grin.
"I may be more straight-laced when compared to my sister, but that’s not really my style.
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room considering whether or not he should just leave. He didn’t want to intrude if they were just inviting him out of politeness.
But then, after a moment’s thought, he remembered the last time Mikey had invited him to hang out and play Mario Kart. He’d turned it down, and Mikey hadn’t pushed—but Wren couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe it had seemed rude. Like he wasn't interested in hanging out with him. So, after a deep breath, he answered.
Alright, I can stick around for a bit. Can’t turn you down twice in a row, right?"

He smiled more genuinely now, but the uncertainty still lingered in his eyes.
I’ll be the odd one out, though. Didn’t think about bringing swim trunks when there’s a blizzard going on outside."
He glanced down at his clothes, then shrugged.
"I’ll just sit on the edge and stick my legs in if that works for you guys?"

As he moved toward the edge of the hot tub, he glanced over at Mikey and Hollis with a curious look.
By the way, what’s the deal with the bubbles? I get hot tubs are supposed to be relaxing, but what made you think, ‘You know what this needs? A bunch of bubbles.’"
He raised an eyebrow playfully, genuinely interested but teasing at the same time.


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Revelstoke Lodge

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nervous, hesitant

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lodge
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n/a

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;; Soren
When the tear's began to fall from Officer Rosewood's eyes, Soren's concerned eyes widened. He wasn't judging the man, nor was he upset that he was crying, it was just a bit shocking. Something clearly had this man upset, and Soren wanted to help however he could. Right now, he wished he had a handkerchief or tissue or something he could offer the officer, but he had nothing so all he could do was listen and be there for him as best as he could.

Soren gave the man a compassionate smile as he looked back up at him. He gave a quiet laugh at the attempted joke, more understanding than actually amused. Bearing emotions like these in front of anyone, much less a near stranger, was hard. Soren understood the inclination to lighten the mood. "It's ok," he said softly, tone steady and certain. This didn't bother him, and he wanted the man in front of him to know that.

Mirroring Officer Rosewood, Soren also leaned in slightly as the man whispered. He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow as he tried to work out what would be best to say in response to a vague question from a distraught man. Then, Officer Rosewood elaborated on the situation more, and Soren felt a pull on his heart. He felt that he was pretty familiar with the sort of thing the officer was talking about, although in his case he was on the other side of the situation.

The fact that the officer was here, this concerned over his struggling friend, was really endearing to Soren. It made him feel an odd mix of emotions. On one hand, it made his heart skip a beat that this man was so sweet. But on the other, he felt real bad that he was clearly hurting over his worry for his friend. However, at least this was a question Soren felt somewhat equipped to answer, if he could just find the right words.

"I- I don't think so," he shook his head slightly and paused, thinking rather deeply about how much he should say. He took a deep breath. Since the question reminded him of how he'd left people behind, and why he'd done that, it wasn't an easy topic. But, he didn't want to make Officer Rosewood's situation all about his own issues, so he was trying to keep it together as he gave his advice.

"I think- I mean I don't know everything about your friend, so I can't say for sure, but it sounds like they're going through something. And they might just feel like the situation isn't something totally fixable, or- or really hard to fix. So maybe, they're running away from their problems- whatever that may look like for them. But- I mean- well, you can't run away from your problems, they always come with you. So- so they're probably still carrying their problems around, and those problems could feel really really heavy, but they don't even know how to begin unloading them. And you- I've sure you're a great friend. I think you're so sweet and I- I've only met you like twice and I'm not even someone who thinks other people are sweet very often, so you must be something special. Uh- shit, where was I? Oh yeah, you're a great friend. But- but when you don't even know what the first step towards working through your problems should be, you don't want to put that onto others. And you start to think that maybe if you do bring up your problems it would overwhelm other people, or make them think you're- make them think you're... I don't know, some sort of really bad person. I don't- um- Your friend, again I don't know them, but your friend is probably just scared of their problems. And that their problems could mess things up between you two."

Soren paused from his rambling for a moment to take another deep breath, then a nervous laugh at how much he'd spoken. He really didn't mean to do that, and he wasn't sure how much of it was relevant, since he was really talking about what he knew of his own situation, not Officer Rosewood's friend's. "I mean- I guess what I'm trying to say is it's not your fault. You're- you're a good friend Officer Rosewood. Like, even just sitting here, thinking about them, is really really kind. They're lucky to have you, really."
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;; Julian
Julian shrugged at Ivy's question, not sure why how long he'd been here even mattered. "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" If you ever needed someone to keep time for you, Julian was not the man to ask. He lost track so easily, sometimes hours felt like minutes, sometimes minutes felt like hours. Without a clock in front of him, he was never really sure how much time had passed from one moment to the next.

He gazed at the woman in front of him, getting a weird vibe off of her body language. He didn't like the way she took a deep breath, or played with the hem of her sleeve. Julian thought they were chill, he didn't want some annoying anxious energy getting in the way of their hookups. And because of that, he chose not to read into it too much. Maybe she was just worried about the storm. He saw no reason to bring himself into her emotions unless he was directly confronted by them.

Julian nodded when she suggested they go somewhere less noisy. "Sure, lead the way Ives," He smirked as he tilted his head towards the stairs, where Ivy had pointed. "I'll talk all you want me to," He winked, tone suggesting he meant to do something other than talk. "You don't need like... a drink or anything first, do you? Loosen up a bit? You seem tense."
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Esme Mensah

E
sme settled back against the couch, Maisel tucked close beside her, the comforting warmth of their daughter resting against her. She draped an arm around Maisel’s shoulders, absently brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face as she listened to the house slowly settle into silence. The hum of the appliances had stopped, and she could feel the tension in Maisel’s small body as the disappointment started to register.
"We’ll be okay, honey,"
Esme murmured, giving her daughter’s hand a gentle squeeze.
"Just a little power glitch. Your dad’s got it."
She rested her cheek on Maisel’s head, offering her a soft smile that she hoped would reassure her.
When Grayson returned with the news about the TV, Maisel’s mood shifted quickly, her pout deepening. Esme shared a glance with Grayson, offering him a quick, supportive nod. She knew she had to keep things light, but what could they do to distract Maisel from the sudden change in plans?
Then Grayson suggested they put on a play, and Maisel’s frown started to fade, and Esme shot Grayson a grateful look—proud of how quickly he had come up with the idea. It felt like old times, like the team they used to be, the one that worked together without even thinking.
Maisel agreed, and Esme grinned, her eyes twinkling with a playfulness.
"Alright then, show me what you’ve got, tiger. I’ll be the best actress you’ve ever directed. And not just because I’m the only actress you’ve ever directed,"
she added with a teasing wink.
Maisel immediately jumped into her storytelling, her face lighting up as she wove an unpredictable tale.
"Okay, okay, so there was this princess… who was also a pirate… and she had a pet dragon who breathed chocolate instead of fire!"
Maisel’s voice was full of excitement, and she threw her arms wide, gesturing dramatically.
And the dragon, named Sparkles, had to rescue the princess from an evil witch who lived in a big pumpkin!"

Esme couldn’t help but laugh quietly, her heart light as she watched Maisel’s animated storytelling. She honestly had no idea how she was supposed to act any of that out but goddammit she was going to try. She threw herself into the role, exaggerating every expression and movement.
"I am the great and powerful witch!"
Esme declared, her voice booming in an over-the-top way as she waved her arms around.
"You shall never escape, Princess Pirate!"

Maisel’s laughter rang out as she continued,
"But Sparkles the dragon swooped in from the clouds and melted the witch’s pumpkin house with his chocolate fire! And then they all went to a party with cake and dancing!"
Maisel was full of energy, bouncing around, eyes sparkling with excitement. It was a wild and ridiculous story, but it was exactly what they needed to expend her energy and keep any boredom at bay.
Eventually, as Maisel’s wild story began to slow, Esme noticed the change. Maisel’s energy started to die down, her eyelids drooping as her story became more disjointed. Esme caught Grayson’s eye and gave him a soft smile, the unspoken understanding passing between them. Maisel was getting tired.
Esme moved quietly, bending down to gather Maisel up into her arms. Her daughter was small enough to still be cradled like this, and she loved it. As she stood, she whispered softly,
C’mon, baby girl,"
her voice warm and soothing.
"I think it’s time for you to go to bed."

She paused, looking over at Grayson. There was a moment of hesitation but she smiled and then asked,
"You coming, Papa?"



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Jupiter Khaing

J
upiter cocked his head to the side as Isabelle admitted she had shown up at his door because she was bored. He raised an eyebrow, considering this. Did she really think he was interesting enough to drop by just to... hang out? Most people considered him stiff and overly serious, especially in comparison to his more charismatic brother. He couldn’t help but wonder what Isabelle saw in him. But as he thought it over, he decided the idea wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, the idea that she found him worth spending time with, even in her downtime, stirred something pleasant in his chest.
He glanced down at the shirt she had in his arms—the one he had lent her when they'd been trapped together. Jupiter took the shirt from her with a small smile, draping it over his arm as he looked back up at her. There was a softness in his gaze that wasn’t typically there.
"No point in changing the venue now. Might as well stick to my room, since we both know it so well by now..."
He smirked, a playful glint in his eye.
"And I guess, if you plan on behaving yourself this time around, I might be okay with you coming in."

He moved to unlock the door, casually swinging it open and inviting her in for the first time without any hesitation. He didn’t make a big deal of it, walking inside with the same unruffled air as always. As he made his way to the dresser to tuck the shirt away, he kept his back to her, feeling oddly relaxed in her presence.
"How about you give wine another chance?"
He turned his head back slightly to look at her, a teasing tone slipping through.
"I’ll order something sweeter this time, and we can see if it’s more to your liking?"
He couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at his lips as he added,
"All I ask is that if you don’t like it, you keep it in your mouth...or at least try to keep me out of the splash zone."



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JESSIE NEWTON
Jessie felt a flicker of something, it felt warm and electric, when Serena blew her that kiss. It was all part of their usual playful and flirtatious energy that never crossed any serious lines. But for a split second, she thought she caught something else in Serena’s expression. Something softer, that was definitely out of place.

She could’ve called it out, teased her about it. But instead she just smirked and leaned back. “Alright, well, first of all, we absolutely need to ration the gummy bears. If we’re gonna die in this car, I at least wanna go out knowing we planned our snack consumption responsibly.” Without another word she hopped into the back seat, grabbing the blanket and tossing it over her lap. The old fabric was soft and warm and she wasted no time getting comfortable as she stretched out across the seat with a satisfied sigh.

But then she abruptly patted the empty space beside her, wiggling her eyebrows. “And second of all, we gotta get cozy and stay warm. Strictly for survival purposes, obviously.” Jessie made a dramatic show of fluffing the blanket, lifting it just enough to invite Serena in all the while flashing that signature smile. “C’mon, babe, don’t leave me freezing back here all alone.” She said with a dramatic pout.

When Serena finally climbed in, Jessie wasted no time in shifting closer, draping the blanket over both of them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Their shoulders brushed, warmth settling between them, but Jessie played it cool. She let her head tip back against the seat, grinning lazily. “See? Much better. Now we can focus on surviving.” She paused. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye she turned her head toward Serena. “Wanna play ‘Would You Rather’ but make it unhinged?”

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;; Rachel
Rachel woke up alone in her bed. She sat up and yawned, pulling the covers up to her chest as she realized how cold her room was. She looked around at the mess of snack wrappers in her room, smiling at the thought of last night's hangout with Ave. But, her brow furrowed when she realized Ave was no longer there with her. She didn't remember Ave leaving last night, maybe she snuck out after she fell asleep? The thought saddened her.

The blizzard was also a cause for concern. It seemed to have made the power in her building go out, and it was snowing too much for her to get anywhere else. She hoped that Ave got home ok. But, that thought was quickly shaken as she heard a sound in the kitchen. Maybe Ave was still there. She knew it could be Hollis, maybe her roommate skipped work because of the blizzard. But, she couldn't help but hope her best friend had stayed.

Rachel got out of bed, pulling the blanket up with her, wrapping it around herself. She headed to the kitchen and a large grin spread across her face when she spotted Ave. "Morning sunshine," she giggled. "I was worried you left." A slight blush crossed Rachel's cheeks as she voiced her worry, using one hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You making something for breakfast? Can I help?" She asked, voice warm and genuine. Rachel was no cook, in fact she was quite bad at it, but she'd help out in the kitchen as long as it meant she got to spend time with Ave.
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