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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

mood :
BUTTERFLIES

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

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Warren
;; Serena
Serena watched as Jessie climbed into the front seat, not so subtly checking her friend out as she crawled across the seats. She couldn't help but grin. Serena chuckled and shook her head when Jessie told her to climb back with her. "Really? Alright-" It didn't actually take any convincing for her to do the same as her friend. Not super graceful, but she ended up in the back seat next to Jessie.

As Jessie placed the blanket over them, Serena huddled in closer, cozying up to her best friend. They were no strangers to physical touch, why would this be weird? But, Serena could hardly ignore the butterflies that just kept coming. She did her best to play it cool though.

Serena leaned against Jessie, letting her head rest on her friend's shoulder. It was actually pretty warm between the blanket and body heat. Very comfortable as well. She smiled softly to herself, the thought of spending hours in here with Jessie getting more enjoyable by the minute.

"Hm." She tilted her head up towards Jessie, looking at her as she pondered the question. "Yeah, let's do it!" Serena gave a laugh of enthusiasm. "I expect your wildest, most scandalous questions though. So, you better bring it." She scooted even closer to Jessie as she responded, getting extra comfortable for the game ahead of them.
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Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Door
"Hopefully he's here.."
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B
elle smirked at Jupiter's remark, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Deal,"
she replied, a genuine smile playing on her lips as she entered his now-familiar room. She couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Jupiter's demeanor—a softening that she found surprisingly enjoyable.

"Do I get to know the hints in this wine?"
she asked, her voice soft but tinged with a flirtatious undertone. Settling into the chair, she tucked her feet under her, making herself comfortable in a space that once felt forbidden.

"Thank you again for lending me that shirt,"
Belle continued, her tone warm with gratitude.
"I would have gotten it dry cleaned for you... but with the storm, I figured I'd give it back before you thought I was stealing it."
A laugh—genuine and unguarded—escaped her lips, a sound she never imagined sharing with Jupiter after their tumultuous history.

As she sat there, Belle found herself increasingly drawn to this softer version of Jupiter. His gradual openness and relaxed demeanor were making him more attractive by the minute. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was—his way of speaking, his style of dress, or perhaps simply the fact that he no longer seemed to despise her. And she, in turn, had let go of her own animosity.

The possibility of a real friendship blossoming between them flickered in her mind, and with it, the tantalizing hint of something more. Belle quickly shook off these thoughts, refocusing on the present moment. She smiled at Jupiter, ready to give wine another try—this time without spilling it on him.





 
Aveline Odessa Linchette
Bakery Owner
Location
Rachel and Hollis Apartment
"My beautiful bestfriend"
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Lizy Lizy -Rachel
A
ve turned at the sound of Rachel's cheerful beautiful voice, a smile blossoming on her face.
"Morning, Snickerdoodle,"
she chimed back, her heart lightening at the familiar endearment. Having just finished emptying the dishwasher as a morning surprise for Rachel, the thought of breakfast hadn't even crossed her mind.

"I hadn't started to be honest, but if you're offering to be my sous chef, then I will not complain,"
Ave replied, a playful glint in her eyes. Opening the fridge, she surveyed their options and smirked.
"Waffles or eggs?"
While she was primarily known for her baking prowess, Ave didn't shy away from cooking. In fact, it was where her culinary journey began. Her first culinary triumph had been mastering scrambled eggs, eventually leading to the more elaborate Eggs Benedict.

While awaiting Rachel's decision, she retrieved the eggs from the refrigerator and placed them on the small counter space, searching for a mixing bowl. A sense of contentment washed over her. She had to admit, she was enjoying this domestic scene: waking up to Rachel's beautiful face and having the opportunity to prepare her a meal. It was a simple act of service that brought her a surprising amount of joy.





 
Mason Redfern
Auto Shop Owner
Location
Lodge
"I love this crew"
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M
ason's nodded in agreement with Manny, his playful energy immediately shifting as he pulled Emmy close and began tickling her. Her delighted laughter filled the room, punctuated by Miles's own giggles. After a few moments of pure joy, he released her, glancing over to see Manny had similarly engaged with Miles.

"Miles was strong! Emmy nearly left me black and blue!"
Mason teased, wrapping Emmy in a soft hug. His eyes twinkled with affection as he added,
"She definitely gets her strength from her mother,"
stretching to shake off the remnants of their playful moment.

As he was turning to Darcy, Mason offered a small, sincere smile. "I didn't actually think this through really,
"
he admitted.
"Just wanted to make sure we were all safe and together."
He absently stroked an imaginary beard, a gesture of contemplation that betrayed his underlying concern.

"To be honest, I'm a little famished and could use some food,"
he announced, his tone deliberately inclusive. The playful inflection in his voice suggested he was lumping everyone in the room—adults and children alike—into the "kid" category, punctuated by a warm laugh that softened his words.






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Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Autoshop Apartment
"Yea Whatever"
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K
ennedy felt Bryson's hands wrap around hers, their warmth was a stark contrast to the cold emptiness growing in her chest. Outside, the blizzard howled, its icy fingers clawing at the windows, mirroring the turmoil within her. The fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across their faces, its warmth barely reaching them in the frigid apartment.

She gazed up at him, her vision blurring as unshed tears threatened to spill over, each blink a desperate attempt to hold back the flood of emotions. The fire's glow reflected in her eyes, a dance of light and sorrow.

"I know,"
she whispered, her voice as fragile as a dying breath, barely audible over the wind's mournful song.
"I know you have to go... I know."
The words caught in her throat, each syllable a battle against the sob threatening to escape.

Despite the ache that seemed to consume her very being, Kennedy mustered the strength to continue.
"They would say to follow your heart,"
she began, her voice trembling like the last autumn leaf clinging to a frost-covered branch.
"That if Paris is your dream, or if the opportunity arises, to pursue it."
A single tear escaped, tracing a glistening path down her cheek, its icy trail a stark reminder of the warmth they once shared.

"They'd tell you it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that may never come again,"
Kennedy continued, each word feeling like a shard of ice in her heart.
"That people and connections come and go... if photography is your passion and lifelong dream, then follow that."
The pain of her own words was almost unbearable, but she pressed on, determined to be the family Bryson needed, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.

As she finished speaking, Kennedy finally allowed herself to meet Bryson's gaze fully. At that moment, all the unspoken words, shared dreams, and missed opportunities seemed to hang in the air between them, as tangible as the snowflakes swirling outside, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. The fire's warmth, once a source of comfort, now felt like a cruel mockery of the connection they were about to lose.




 
Cora Reed
Poet/Country Girl
Location
Calhoun Farm
"I hate the cold"
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C
ora nodded at Monroe, her soft smile radiating genuine happiness. "Good," she said, her voice filled with warmth, like sunshine breaking through the morning frost, as he led her back towards the house. The moment the house's warmth hit her, a sigh of pure relief escaped her lips. It wasn't just the absence of the biting wind; it was the promise of comfort that seeped into her skin and bones, thawing the chill that never quite left her. Cora knew she was never truly built for the harsh cold, preferring the sun-drenched days of summer to the crisp bite of winter air.

After shedding her shoes and coat, carefully placing them in their designated spots with the unconscious precision of someone truly at home, she turned back to Monroe, her eyes sparkling with a playful mischief that mirrored the warmth of the fire burning in the hearth.
"Okay, Cowboy, what do you want for breakfast?"
she asked, her country twang ringing clear as she made her way towards the Kitchen. The refrigerator could be seen at the corner of her eye, with its slightly dented door and collection of magnets depicting everything from farm animals to quirky sayings, was a testament to the life they were building together.

She wasn't quite sure what she was in the mood for herself, but she knew she wanted to cook for Mon, to nourish him with more than just food, and to simply be in his presence. From the moment they'd met, she'd enjoyed being near him; his quiet strength and unwavering loyalty were a constant source of comfort. He might have been a farm-aholic, lost in his world of milking goats and cows, crafting artisanal cheeses, and tirelessly restoring the old barn and farmhouse to their former glory. He might even be commitment-phobic, wary of letting anyone get too close to the legacy he was so fiercely rebuilding, but he was always good to her, a quality she deeply adored. It was in the small gestures, the unspoken understandings, and the way he always managed to make her laugh, even on the toughest days of mending fences or scrubbing cheese vats.

While waiting for his breakfast suggestion, she filled the tea kettle with water, the cool liquid gurgling as it rushed into the metal container. She placed it on the stove, turning the knob with a practiced hand. The distinct click of the gas igniting beneath the kettle, followed by the soft whoosh of the flame, added another layer to the cozy warmth spreading throughout the house, a symphony of domesticity that filled her heart with a quiet joy.



 
KHAILA SIMMONS
Khaila watched as Blythe beat the game with a top score. She was honestly perplexed how someone could put so much time and dedication into something like video games, but it was impressive nonetheless. A flustered look appeared on her face from Blythe's teasing tone, before she tried to cover it up with an annoyed glare. "Oh, don't flatter yourself." It was all lighthearted however. As much as Khaila tried to hide it, she enjoyed the playfulness between the two of them. It felt genuine.

She followed Blythe to the prize counter as they turned in all of their tickets. As they stepped up, Khaila gazed at all of the stuff they had on display. When Blythe nudged her, she looked a little hesitant. She didn't know why. It's not like this really mattered. But, even as a kid, Khaila never got to have this kind of experience. She can't remember the last "toy" she had. But maybe this was a chance for her to fill that void.

She furrowed her look as she thought hard about what she wanted. Her eyes then landed on a gglow in the dark ring. It was shaped like a star as well. Khaila then recalled a faint memory of having a nightlight in her room when she was little. After staring at it, Khaila picked the ring without further hesitation. When the employee handed her the box, Khaila shared a look with Blythe, wondering what she thought about her choice.

Both of their attention was then brought back to the employee as he handed them the blanket. As he explained to them about the storm, Khaila glanced back at the doors to the arcade. She could see the heavy, snowy winds through the glass. It had gotten pretty bad out there. Khaila looked worried as well as she thought about the situation. How long would she and Blythe be there? Perhaps a while. It wasn't so much of a bad thing maybe. But, knowing that she was now here with her, it got Khaila thinking about some other things. Things that she had been meaning to talk to her about.

Khaila was pulled out of her thoughts when Blythe gestured for her to follow, and led her to the seating area. She stood their as she watched the blue-haired girl sit down with the blanket on her lap. The thought of them sharing a blanket together made Khaila's cheeks heat up. She tried to look annoyed again from the teasing as she glared off to the side. "Yeah, right. I'd rather not freeze to death in here." Khaila took a seat next to Blythe, holding the glow ring box in her lap. She sighed as she wore a plain expression on her face as she turned to the other. "So? What do we do now?"



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FLORENCE ANGELES
Florence swallowed at the gentle smile that Clive gave him. He inwardly chastised himself for making a fool out of himself right now. He was probably weirding Clive out. He needed to just be chill. "Uh, I mean, yeah. We could play some cards or something. Just to pass the time, y'know?", Florence shrugged as he continued trying to be casual. The last thing he needed was for Clive to figure out what the reason for his nervousness was. So he decided to change the subject as quickly as possible.

Florence propped himself on his hands as he leaned back a little bit. He gave Clive a friendly smile as kept up his casual and cool tone. "It's all good, man, really. Work hasn't, like, been an issue or anything. I-I love what I do, it's just..." Florence paused as he thought for a moment, before continuing on. "I don't usually hang out with other people outside of that. I haven't really made that many friends here, to be honest." He then looked back at Clive, seeing him staring before going back to friendly. "Besides you, of course." He chuckled. On the inside, however, he was cringing hard. God, he must sound like a real chump right now.

When Clive brought out the weed, Florence's eyes widened a little bit. He didn't expect that out of Clive. Then again, he didn't really know a lot about the guy. He waved his hand a bit as he shook his head. "Oh, uh, no thanks. I've been staying away from that stuff for a bit." Florence didn't trust himself around any sort of drug. With what's happened in his life, he sure as hell didn't want a repeat of those mistakes.

He cleared his throat before looking at Clive again. He secretly hoped that he wasn't making it feel like he didn't want to hang out. He knew that he would probably be there for a while, which would give him the opportunity he's been looking for on having plenty of one-on-one time with him. "Do you wanna play cards, man? Cause I don't mind. We can still play and chat."



Mentions: Lizy Lizy - Clive
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mood :
HAVING THE GODDAMN TIME OF HIS LIFE

location :
workshop
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
oz celestialbody celestialbody
lewis
;; Sidney
Melodious laughter filled the room and Sidney's expression softened. He couldn't dwell on thoughts of impending cannibalism at the lodge when Oz was smiling at him so sweetly. He couldn't take himself so seriously when she teased him either, he realized how ridiculous he must have sounded.

He smiled shyly, looking down at the ground to pull himself together before looking back up at the woman in front of him. "I don't think that'll be necessary." He laughed. "I have enough for all three of us for a couple weeks." He shrugged as he gave more information about his rations. He knew she was joking, but he didn't want to worry her at all, and he felt bad for bringing up something so dark.

Sidney appreciated that she could joke about it though, with a little grin on his face he leaned in a little and spoke. "But hey, if it comes to that, I think we both agree that Honey is the designated survivor." He laughed, but there was at least a hint of truth to his joke. He had a soft spot for animals, and would want the dog to make it out alive. Sidney reached out to give the dog a light pat on the head before pulling away, worried about invading Oz's personal space.

He checked in on the soup, giving it a quick stir. He never seemed to have much luck with cooking, but he wanted to make sure he didn't mess up something so simple as chicken noodle soup in front of Oz. "So, we're probably going to be stuck here for a while. What sorts of things do you like to do? I'm sure we can find something interesting to pass the time." Sidney smiled kindly, genuinely hopeful that they could have a good time today, despite the less than ideal circumstances.
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mood :
nervous, hesitant

location :
lodge
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
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McKay
;; Soren
Soren smiled, the way the officer spoke about wanting to protect his friend and be there for him warmed his heart. He meant what he'd said before, and all of this solidified his point that Officer Rosewood was a good friend. Although Soren was the kind of person that held his thoughts and feelings close to his chest, the man in front of him made him feel like maybe letting a wall or two down around him wouldn't be so bad.

Safe. He felt so safe. Soren couldn't remember the last time he truly felt safe. Even alone in his room he never felt completely at ease, his mind was always worrying about something. But somehow, the officer, even when drunk, managed to put Soren at ease. What he said about not wanting the people he cared about to think that their problems were too much for him. It made Soren consider how he always assumed that his problems would be too inconvenient to even mention, but maybe he needed to remember that there were people that cared about him.

"Don't apologize, I think I needed that too," Soren smiled appreciatively, showing that he wasn't at all annoyed or upset by the baggage that had been presented. "We all need to get things off our chests sometimes."

When the officer- Blair- brought up how he had been calling him Officer Rosewood, Soren blushed. He wasn't sure why really, but the way Blair raised an eyebrow and laughed made him feel flustered. "I- you um- you never actually told me your first name." Soren could feel his face heating up, he was sure it was visibly red by now. That thought was a little embarrassing, which only made his cheeks flush more red. It was a vicious cycle.

It was silly of him, not knowing Blair's first name was really no reason for him to be feeling this way. He tried to brush past it, make sure he wasn't acting like a fool. "It's nice to properly meet you now though, Blair." A grin flickered across Soren's face as he tested out the name. "That's a nice name, Blair," he blurted out without thinking. His blush lingered as he glanced down at the table, smiling sheepishly.
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GRAYSON HOLT
Grayson felt like he was crumbling from the inside out.

Esme’s words should have been a comfort with her apology, her honesty, the way her voice softened just for him. He should have felt some kind of relief, maybe even hope. But all he could focus on was the weight pressing down on his chest, the way regret clawed at his ribs like something living and relentless. He swallowed hard, his throat burning as he listened. She said he wasn’t a fuck-up. That he’d been a good husband. That she wanted to be better.

But all he could think about was how badly he had failed. Failed her. Failed Maisel. Failed himself. His hands trembled as he ran them over his face, exhaling a shaky breath. "Esme…" He wanted to say something strong but his voice wavered. He shook his head instead, dropping his hand into his lap and gripping his knee. Like if he held on tight enough, he wouldn’t fall apart completely.

"You don’t have to apologize," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t have to do that for me." His lips twitched into something that could have been a smile, but it was hollow. "I… I deserved your anger. I deserve all of it. I'd been so focused on work, on the fishing and hunting and spending time away from home. I was holding you back." He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blur in his vision. He hated this. He hated feeling this weak in front of her, when all he ever wanted was to be strong enough to hold things together. Strong enough to keep their family from shattering the way it did.

But he hadn’t been. And now, they were here.

When she mentioned the hospital, the memory hit him like a punch to the gut. But none of that experience had hurt as much as the thought of what could have been. What he could have left behind. Maisel without a father. Esme with nothing but resentment toward a man she used to love.

He let out a shaky breath, staring at their hands where hers rested on his. Her touch was warm, grounding. He wanted to pull away, but at the same time, he didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t sure he had the strength to. "I don’t know how to fix this," he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of everything unsaid. "But I want to. I’ll be better than I was before." He finally looked up at her. Hesitantly, he brought his hand up to move one of the braids that had fallen in front of her face. "You and Maisel are everything to me. And I won’t stop trying, I won’t stop fighting for our family, no matter what it takes."

It was the only promise he could give her. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

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JACE WALKER
Jace smirked at the girls idea, shaking his head as he stretched out on the bed. “Secrets poker, huh?” He let the words settle between them, considering the idea. “That’s dangerous, Sutton. You sure you wanna go down that road?” He asked as he propped himself up on his elbows, eyeing her.

There was something about her. Something that made him want to drop his usual defenses, to let her in just a little more than he let most people. But that was the tricky part, wasn’t it? He’d spent so much time keeping people at arm’s length, hiding himself from anyone who dared get close. She was offering him something different, something real. And that was equal parts tempting and terrifying.

He exhaled through his nose, his smirk softening just slightly. “Alright,” he said finally, tilting his head toward her. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m pretty damn good at poker.”

His eyes flickered with something playful but sharp, like he was testing her, gauging just how serious she was about this little game. Jace knew how to read people, it was one of the few skills he was actually proud of. He’d spent years figuring out what made people tick, what their secrets were, and where their weaknesses hid. But Sutton? She was hard to pin down. She had this way of keeping him on his toes, making him second-guess things, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or if it scared the hell out of him.

He shifted slightly, letting his fingers drum lightly against the bedspread. “And hey, if I win…” His smirk turned just a little devilish, though there was something undeniably warm beneath it. “Maybe we reconsider that strip poker idea after all.”He was teasing, of course. Well, mostly. But underneath the playful edge, there was something else. A curiosity. A quiet invitation. Because as much as he loved a good game, part of him wondered if maybe this was the kind of gamble worth taking.

Mentions: Sutton - murphalicious murphalicious
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JESSIE NEWTON
Jessie grinned as Serena climbed into the backseat with her, amused by how little convincing it took. She had known she wouldn't have to beg. Serena was always down for a little chaos, especially if they were in it together.

As she shifted the blanket over Serena's legs, Jessie felt the warmth of Serena’s body against hers. It wasn’t unusual for them to be close. Hell, they’d always been touchy... But something about this moment felt different. The way Serena leaned into her so easily, the way Jessie just naturally placed her hand on Serena's leg. Jessie could feel her heartbeat quicken, but she forced herself to stay relaxed and play it cool.

She let out a soft laugh at Serena’s enthusiasm. “Oh, you want scandalous? You have no idea what you just signed up for, babe.” She turned her head slightly, catching Serena’s eyes in the dim light. There was a teasing challenge in them. But also something softer, something curious. Jessie wasn’t sure if it was all in her head or if Serena was feeling it too, the charged energy humming between them like an unspoken dare.

She shifted, getting more comfortable, the side of her body pressing even closer against Serena’s. “Alright, let’s start easy,” she mused, tapping her fingers against her chin like she was deep in thought. Then, after a beat, her lips curled into a devious smile. “Would you rather kiss your biggest celebrity crush or someone you know in real life... But you’re secretly into?” She tilted her head, watching for Serena’s reaction. It was a safe question, for now. But Jessie had every intention of turning up the heat as the game went on. If Serena wanted wild and scandalous, Jessie would make damn sure to deliver.

Mention: Serena - Lizy Lizy
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EILEEN HARIGOLD
Once the door opened, Eileen smiled brightly as she was greeted by Summer. A rush of joy flowed through her as she saw the other girl standing there in her comfy attire, making Eileen gaze with a subtle sense of awe in her eyes. After the quick moment of being starstruck, Eileen spoke up as she walked into Summer's room. "Hey! Thanks for the invite. I thought I was gonna be stuck with my Dad and his soap operas."

Eileen gave a small laugh as she spoke, feeling a relief as she exited the cold lodge hallways into the warmth of Summer's room. Eileen was pretty stubborn about wearing warmer clothes, especially since she was so used to the weather back at California. She had been meaning to get some more sweaters and coats. But, honestly, she was also just trying to impress Summer a little.

Eileen took a look around the place, taking in Summer's room for a bit before bringing her attention back to her. Her excitement was nothing short of a match for this moment. Anytime she got to hang out with Summer was an excuse for her to crush on the other girl. Though, she kept that little tidbit to herself. She wasn't exactly sure how Summer felt about her either, but Eileen was more than willing to find out.

She smiled playfully as she gave a gentle nudge to Summer's arm, playing it coy while standing there beside her. She spoke in a bit of a teasing, but still lighthearted tone, as she made the playful gesture. "So, what's the plan? You wanna keep me here till this storm's passed?"


Mentions: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Summer
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mood :
flirty

location :
lodge
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
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Macit
;; Stephanie
The way Rory got genuinely excited when Stephanie said what she did for work made Steph's eyes light up. People were usually interested in what she did. It would be weird if they didn't, she had an interesting job. But, usually they were interested in a "can you introduce me to my favorite movie star?" or "can you get me tickets to this premiere?" way. But, Rory didn't seem like that at all. It felt like the woman actually cared.

"It's a murder mystery. We have a bit of a star studded cast, so it's kind of a big deal for the studio," she said, smile growing. Stephanie liked to emphasize how important the things she worked on were. Sure, it was a bit egotistical, but after working so hard she felt she deserved some bragging rights. "It's filming in a little town a few minutes away from here."

Steph took a sip of her drink and gazed into Rory's eyes. "You interested in movies? If you wanted to, I'm sure I could get you a tour of the set one day, let you see how it all works." She made the offering with a smile, excited about potentially seeing more of this woman in the future.
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now playing: spirit cold - tall heights

Reece didn't want to seem like a total sleazeball, only interested in making out or going even further than that. And it wasn't like he didn't like Dallas, because he truly did. He felt all sorts of ways about her, but the tension in the air right now was almost too much to bear. Reece was just trying to do the gentlemanly thing to do. He was so much more than just a physical kind of person, and he wanted to show Dallas a different side of him. But he felt as if she had expected him to make a move. So that meant that he was at a crossroads. Either he could give into temptation and go in for the kiss, or just sit back and let a conversation materialize. The choice was his.

But before Reece had the chance to make any choice, Dallas had suggested that they put a movie on. "Yeah, a movie sounds good. What about Remember The Titans? Any Given Sunday?" They were lighthearted suggestions, both depicting football, of course - but he wasn't really in the mood to watch anything like that right now. "Kidding, of course. Y'know, I'm actually growing sick of football, if I'm being honest. I know, I know - the ex-college standout hotshot quarterback sick of football...weird, ain't it?" It wasn't that he all of a sudden despised the game he had once loved. His heart was still in it, but lately he had been a bit disillusioned with all of the goings-on in the NFL. It just wasn't the same as it used to be. Maybe he had gotten older and was just looking at it through a rose-tinted lens. Who knew?

All he knew was that he just wanted to enjoy his time with Dallas. She would be the perfect company and/or distraction from his worrying thoughts about America's second pastime. (Or maybe he'd get into America's actual pastime? Baseball seemed cool too.)

wearing: let me down easy, let me down slow
tags: murphalicious murphalicious (Dallas)
pantone
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#d6d9d2
Reece Spencer


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now playing: am i alright - aly & aj

Naomi hadn't actually ever been inside of the lodge's basement before. Hell, she had never even been inside of the lodge itself before today. And if her power hadn't been acting the ass, she probably wouldn't have ended up here to begin with. She blamed her landlord for that one. That cheap bastard, not wanting to invest in a generator for his property.

She had begun to aimlessly wander through the room, her fingertips tracing the shelves as she did so. But when a voice sounded from the door, she froze in place. Crap. She had been caught. And as Naomi slowly turned around, brain fumbling with a reason why she had ended up here to give to the worker who had found her here, her panic slowly faded into that of vague recognition. "Hey! Yeah, I'm on Roots too. Naomi Irwin, at your service." She extended her hand for Kara to shake. "Business showcase and all that good stuff. Madeline's a good friend of mine - she just went into print journalism instead of broadcast like I did. She asked me to take on a side gig, and how could I say no to her?" She smiled at the memory of her friend - she was really something else. Only Mads could get her to take on something like this - especially for minimum wage.

But it was fun. Naomi had to admit that writing her article, doing research, and conducting her interview had been fun. It was less stressful than her other job, that was for sure. Office politics weren't the norm with Mads or Roots. It was a relief.

"As for why I'm here? Well..." She trailed off, heat rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment. "I'm sort of...avoiding someone? He's a total pain in the ass. If you knew him, you'd understand why I'm avoiding him."

wearing: it can't be just me who's running on empty
tags: CozyGamer CozyGamer (Kara)
pantone
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#babbab
Naomi Irwin


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now playing: amarillo by morning - george strait

Monroe kicked off his boots and placed them on the shoe rack next to the door, hanging his hat up above it on the coat rack. It wouldn't be right of him to track in snow through the house, after all. He kept his coat on, as he was still a bit chilled to the bone, his eyes lazily following Cora as she meandered over to the kitchen nearby. A slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he finally slipped his jacket off, hanging it next to his hat. His sock-clad feet padded against the creaking wooden floor over to the door between the kitchen and mudroom, resting against it in that smooth southern style of his (even though he was Canadian, just go with it okay?)

"Aw, you know I'd be perfectly satisfied with whatever you cook up, Cor." Monroe couldn't help but adore the way that she bustled her way around the kitchen as if she had been running it her entire life. "A good warm cup of joe would be a great start, though." He pushed off of the wood beneath him, making his way over to Cora. "Unless you had another idea in mind. You know I'll eat or drink anything." He gave a small shrug - he wasn't really picky about anything. And Cora knew that. God, he was so grateful for her. She was really a blessing in disguise.

As he contemplated breakfast, he couldn't help but feel himself slip away into a place of comfort. Monroe didn't want this feeling to ever end. He wanted every morning to be like this. Having Cora around needed to be permanent. Of course, he couldn't just come out and say that - mainly because he wasn't good at describing his inner feelings, but also because he knew that she was here for business only. If he let himself get caught up in old memories again... "I could get used to this, you know. Your homestyle cookin' waking me up every morning...I'm sure gonna miss you once you help me get the farm back up and running."

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tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Cora)
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Monroe Calhoun


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Wren Cross

S
haking his head, Wren let out a soft chuckle. He leaned over to roll up his pant legs and slip off his shoes.
"There’s already quite the amount of bubbles in there. I don’t think you need much more."

But just as he said this Hollis, sitting across from them, raised her fist in the air as if in protest.
"Excuse you, there’s never such thing as 'enough bubbles', Wren!"

And, as if to make her point, she leaned over the edge of the hot tub, hanging out of it to grab the bottle of bubble bath from the ground, and with a mischievous smirk, she popped it open, squeezing even more solution into the water. The soap bubbled up immediately, rising even higher and quickly spilling over the sides.
Wren laughed, the sound light and genuine, amused by her antics. He climbed up beside Mikey, sitting on the edge of the tub, his legs submerged in the warm water up to his shins. He let out an audible sigh of contentment, his eyes closing briefly as he let the heat relaxed his tenseness.
Honestly, the bubbles weren’t a bad touch—if he was being honest, they made the whole experience feel like he was sitting in the clouds with two mischievous cherubs. It was a bit sillier than he was used to, but sometimes, silly was just what was needed. A fact he learned well from his own sister.
While Wren was settling in, Hollis had been messing around on her phone. She suddenly hopped out of the water without a word and disappeared from the room.
Before Wren could ask where she’d gone, she returned, padding back in with a bottle of wine tucked under her arm and a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
"Guess what? We got a sponsor to buy us a bottle of wine~"

Without much else explanation she hopped back into the hot tub carelessly, sending a wave of water splashing against Wren’s jeans and shirt. He winced but couldn’t hold back a grin, wiping soap bubbles from his face. Hollis, completely unfazed, continued her announcement, even as he stared pointedly at her.
"Now, the real question is... Should we drink it, or pour it into the water like the bubbles? Do you think it’ll make alcoholic bubbles?"

As she paused to consider the idea, Wren raised an amused eyebrow at her and then glanced over at Mikey, who was still lounging next to him.
"You two really like experimenting, huh?"
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"If I'm being allowed a vote, I’d say the wine should go into our mouths, not the hot tub."

He grinned at the ridiculousness of it all, but honestly, he was enjoying himself more than he expected. The vibe was light, and Hollis and Mikey were so bright and energetic—something about their energy made it easy for Wren to not feel out of place despite his usually more reserved nature.


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location:
Revelstoke Lodge

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Jupiter Khaing

L
aughing softly, Jupiter nodded, rubbing his hands together as he turned around. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked at her.
"No, that’s fair, don’t worry about it. I’ll be honest, there’s a strong chance I was expecting to never get the shirt back at all, so you’re already defying my expectations."

He rubbed the back of his neck, his mind drifting to the wine options he could order for them to try while relaxing. But then he stopped, realizing that room service would likely be slow—or perhaps nonexistent—during the storm. He didn’t want to let the idea of wine go, though. He was really in the mood to drink for once.
A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he raised a finger to her, signaling for her to wait. He walked toward the door with a determined stride.
"Give me a second."

Without another word, Jupiter stepped out of the room. His destination was clear. He made a beeline for his brother’s room, the keycard he’d been handed working effortlessly to open the door. He strolled in with a casual confidence, heading straight for the side table where a bottle of Chateau D’Yquem sat. With a grin that could rival the brightest of stars, he snatched the bottle up, then leisurely strolled back out, letting out a playful, sing-song whistle as he did.
Moments later, he reappeared in his own room, holding the bottle triumphantly in front of Isabella, a wide smile stretching across his face.
"This—this is what we can drink! If you’re up for it. It’s one of the best,"
he said. He muttered the next part, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"And more expensive…"
He grinned, clearly pleased.
"Sweetest wines in the world. I don’t know about you, but I’m drinking some."

Walking over to the mini bar in his room, Jupiter pulled out two wine glasses with a flourish, the crystal gleaming in the dim light. He poured the wine slowly, filling each glass about a third of the way before holding one out to her, raising an eyebrow in silent question.


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Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

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Ozelia Mae Bonet

H
er smile only brightened as Sidney let out his own soft laugh. Whether he was genuinely amused by her lighthearted teasing or offering her a pity laugh, she didn’t mind. A pity chuckle was still a chuckle, and, honestly, it gave her the chance to hear his cute laughter again.
She nodded in agreement as Sidney patted Honey’s head. With a playful grin, she ducked her head to give the pup a little smooch, quickly pulling back before Honey could return the affection with an eager lick.
"Alright, deal then! You hear that, Honey? You're already Sidney’s favorite. I’m so jealous!"

She paused, slightly surprised by her own words. Sometimes, her mouth tended to get ahead of her brain, the words racing out of her mouth before her thoughts could fully process and her brain could go, 'Hey. Ozelia Mae. Maybe let’s not say that, huh?' She let out a soft, forced laugh, holding Honey a little higher to partially cover her face as she quickly turned away. Maybe if she moved on quickly her awkward comment would pass by unnoticed. She quickly pushed on, hurrying to answer his question, hoping he maybe wasn't paying attention to her chattering to closely.
"Uhm, fun! Right, well... I like to do lots of things."

She tilted her head slightly, trying to organize her thoughts as she slowly began listing off her interests.
"I love karaoke!"
She paused for a moment, hesitating before continuing.
"Well, I’ll be honest... I don’t know if karaoke loves me though, heh. It’s fun, but I’ve been told on multiple occasions that my singing voice is...less than pleasing. And I wouldn't want to break into your workshop and torture you on top of that."
She peeked over at him, giving a sheepish little smile as she poked fun at herself.
"Uhm, I like arts and crafts, too! And games! Board games, card games...I know lots of different kinds, so if you’ve got any, I probably won’t struggle with the rules. Oh! And I love talking games, like twenty questions or three truths and a lie! It’s a fun way to get to know someone."
She paused, a soft breath escaping her lips as she finally gathered the courage to meet his eyes again.
"And...I think I’d like to get to know you."

She punctuated the subtle flirt with a small, genuine smile.


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Blair Rosewood

P
ausing, Blair’s mind drifted back to his first meeting with Soren. He’d been in uniform when they first met. Had he only introduced himself as Officer Rosewood and forgotten to mention his first name? He had definitely meant to bring it up. He wanted to see Soren again, after all, and sharing his first name would have shown his openness to getting to know him better. But to be honest, Blair was much too tipsy right now to remember clearly. And even if he hadn't said it, it wouldn't surprise him. He’d been too distracted by how pretty Soren was in the moment and too worried about coming off as pushy and a creep.
"Oh...I guess I didn’t?"
Blair muttered, rubbing his chin in thought. He looked up at Soren and was surprised to see the other man’s face as flushed as his own. Soren hadn’t been drinking, as far as Blair could tell—at least, he didn’t think he had.
Blair’s heart skipped a beat as he considered the possibility. Was Soren’s flustered because of him? He could have been overthinking it, or maybe his inebriated state was playing tricks on him. But whatever the reason, he couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that raced through him. Smiling at Soren, Blair flashed his teeth and leaned forward slightly, his heart hammering in his chest.
Come on, Blair. Don’t mess this up. You can be so normal about this.
"It’s nice to meet you too, Soren. Officially."
He managed to keep his voice steady, so he sounded suave and cool rather then showing how nervously excited he suddenly felt.
"Thank you! I was named after my grandma!"
The words slipped out before he could stop them. As soon as he said it, he could practically hear the little voice of Julian on his shoulder, calling him a 'dumbass' for bringing up his grandparent to a guy he thought was cute.
He tripped over his words, suddenly feeling awkward, and scrambled to cover his blunder.
"Uh, I like Soren, too. It’s very smooth...rolls off the tongue. I could say it all day and I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it!"

Saved. Nice.


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Revelstoke Lodge

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the blizzard.



darcy henry.













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happy.















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mason & manny.



















Darcy watched the interaction between the twins, Manny, and Mason. Her heart getting fuller by the minute. This moment was a little slice of heaven for her. She sighed a happy sigh and smiled, not at anything in particular.

Darcy nodded at the comment about food,
"I'll try room service. I know the kids are hungry."
She said reaching for the room phone.

The line beeped as busy and Darcy frowned,
"The line is busy. I have some snacks but only enough for the twins."


She looked at the men to see what they wanted to do.
"We could go looking for food but I promised them we could watch any movie of their choice...each. So I want to get that started before it gets too late."



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the blizzard.



sutton sullivan.













mood.

flirty.















location

shady motel.











interactions

jace.



















Sutton grinned at Jace saying he was pretty good at poker. She wouldn't mind telling him some secrets. What she didn't really want him to know was her big secret, about the romance novels.

She would also never admit that he had partially inspired the one she had just started writing about a mechanic rescuing a girl on the side of a highway. She had changed parts of their story and her pen name helped, but still. Usually, she wouldn't use real romances to inspire her stories, but she had been so out of ideas and when she wrote the fantasized version of her and Jace, the words just poured out of her.

"You're on, 1 secret per hand as the ante?”
She asked, shuffling through her bag to find the deck of card she had.

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the blizzard.



aurora - 'rory'.













mood.

timid.















location

the lodge.











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steph.











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Steph held all of Rory's attention as the woman spoke about her movie. There could have been a nuclear bomb dropped outside and Rory's attention wouldn't have been directed elsewhere.

"Really?"
She asked, she didn't know if Stephanie actually meant it or was just saying it, but either way Rory was interested. She had never done anything like it before.

"I'd love that! My dad loves movies and passed it on to me."
She was excited about the prospect of going and being able to tell her dad because he would lose his mind.

"If it's not too much of a hassle of course."
Rory hated feeling like a burden and she didn't want Steph to think that she was going to get something. She was just genuinely interested in it ... and the woman.


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