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EDEN SUI. 28. GENDER FLUID. THEY/THEM is here! They’ve lived in Cascade for 10 YEARS and currently reside in OLD CASCADE (CHINATOWN). EDEN is a STYLIST at LÉO and frequently hears that they look a lot like BRIANNE TJU. Funny, huh? If ever caught by Letterboxd, they’d say THE DOOM GENERATION is in their Top 4 and the theme song to their life’s soundtrack would be FALLEN ALIEN by FKA TWIGS.

#cascadeintro #plotting 2 commence if u like this post 😈😈

selliered

it somehow feels like both a blessing and a curse when it registers that he recognizes this car — a blessing in that he won't have to explain the truck and its myriad issues to a stranger who possibly finds him to be a threat, and a curse in… well, they know the truck and its myriad issues. and he's almost certain to hear about it later, along with half the town later. linus walks up to the window, leans against the front end and peers in at the junk eden has with them. the question had his head snapping back in the direction of the truck, brows knitting together and sounding almost hopeful, “there's a switch?” there could be one in there for all he knows. too bad turning it off and on again like a laptop to solve all his problems sounds a little too good to be true. “please,” he sighs, running to grab his bag from the truck, and close the hood as an afterthought, while they move things from the front seat. returning in time to have room to sit when he opens the passenger side door. “what's all the stuff? find anything haunted?”

edensui

Laughter fluttered up from the backseat, wondering for a split second if Linus really believed them about that miracle switch. By the time he was clambering into the car, Eden was seated and facing front again, peering at their reflection in the visor mirror. "I'm thinking about re-entering my Depop era," they said with a shrug, thumb tracing the glossy line of their lower lip. "Oh! Actually --" Eden cut themself off for a second time, perking up and again twisting around to wedge their body between the two front seats. It took a little rummaging, making sure the milkcrate of junk was still in a secure position before dragging their body back with at least a hip bump or stray elbow nudge to Linus' person. "Check it out." Their fist opened and closed in quick succession, a flashy magician's trick to reveal a tarnished oval locket dangling on a thin chain still clutched in their fingers. They passed it over to Linus, attention turning to the road while shifting back into gear. "It doesn't open, but you're handy right? Got all those fiddly little puzzles." A smile tossed to the brunet, just to show they weren't being facetious. "And it could be haunted. Who knows, maybe opening it will release a malevolent spirit and certain ruin upon Cascade." Mostly, Eden hoped it was one of those lockets that unfolded to reveal extra photo slots.

#thread.#w. selliered #linus 001 #🥹🥹

sugartalkins

lucy’s stomach lurched at the sound of the door opening, knowing eden was stumbling through the door. she had been anticipating lunch for quite some time now, her stomach eating itself, the hunger only increasing at the sight of her friend. “eden!” she exclaimed, hopping off the counter with a bright smile, one that was reserved for those closest to her. lucy dug her hand into the bag, fishing out the large fries she had been craving for almost two weeks now. “hm?” she asked as she stuffed her face, looking around the store with a confused expression. “what do you mean? i love this place, especially when it’s quiet. mike visits every day and never buys anything…i just think he’s lonely.” she shrugs, slurping down a few more fries. “he also is constantly looking for some rare, signed john lennon vinyl that costs over $150,000. though, something tells me he has no idea how to access e-bay.” she leaned against the counter, elbow propped up as she sighed. “you know, i think you’re a mind reader. i’ve been dying for some mickey d’s fries…can i dip one in your mcflurry or is that gross?”

edensui

Eden's gaze slid back to the man now dubbed Mike, listening as Lucy explained his eternal hunt for some record that maybe didn't even exist -- and if it did, how in the world would it wind up here? Shaking their head, they turned and plopped the McFlurry cup on the counter between them. "Get your gross on, girl," Eden chirped in support, reaching for the bag themself to fish out a box of nuggets. They ate one and held another, pinched between their thumb and index finger, wielded like a visual aid while making a large, all-encompassing gesture around the shop. "It's too quiet in here, though, that's the problem," they told Lucy, shoulders shrugging up. "Even if you get to pick the tunes on your shift, I dunno, I'd be pulling my hair out within the hour. The salon is always poppin'." Léo kept Eden on their toes, even their personal client list remaining fully booked thanks to Instagram. "Idle hands all that, you know."

#thread.#w. sugartalkins #lucy 001 #plssss they are such a vibe <3

january-newby

"Do you mean a literal turtle?" January asked, suddenly very aware of the ground beneath her. She hadn't fallen on a turtle... right? Surely she'd be able to feel that. Turning her head from side to side, Janie scanned the area of the run away reptile. "Does he answer to his name?" She asked, a teasing lilt to her tone. She'd absolutely help look for the turtle, if he was really lost, but she just needed to lay here for another minute or two. "I'll be so honest with you," January mused, bringing two fingers up to press against her neck at her pulse point. "I've never had a heart attack so... could be." It would probably hurt more than this did, though. "But I think it's just the aftermath of being extremely out of shape and stuffed full of pastries." Letting out a long breath, January propped herself up on her elbows and looked away. "Okay, false alarm... I think I'll live."

edensui

"... As opposed to the symbolic turtle of life?" Dark eyes widened, thinly-plucked brows slowly climbing, tempted to make some sort of Terry Pratchett joke, but Eden was smiling before they could get that far. "That'd be cool wouldn't it? Gustavo, boy, c'mere -" they called in a musical lilt, tongue clicking out a rhythmic little pattern like it might actually summon said turtle. No little red-eared slider head popped up from the grass, so Eden continued on with their carefully skimming palms, gaze surveying the ground until the collapsed stranger confessed to -- "Pastries?" Their head whipped up, expression openly and appropriately shocked. Eden couldn't help but laugh, incredulous and loud, grinning at the other. "Okay, I think you should be thanking the turtle gods that you're not puking everywhere right now, holy shit. It's like you woke up this morning and decided you wanted to have a bad time."

#thread.#w. januarynewby #january 001

with: clementine / @b1tez location: devil's mouth when: midnight between the 29th & 30th

They'd been blessed with a low tide and full moon, the perfect conditions for accessing the gates of Hell. Or, y'know, pretending to, anyway. Eden wasn't sure how much they were buying it, deep down in their skeptic's soul, but the theatrical picture Clementine painted was enough for them to agree to a little jaunt out to Devil's Mouth in the middle of the night. "Whoa..." Eden gasped, a few steps ahead of Clementine, first to break through the sandy rock wall passage and into the heart of the formation. The entire bowl of rock was lit up by the low hanging moon, like a spotlight or beam from a UFO shown down upon them in a perfect circle. Their face remained turned to the glowing sky, eyes wide and transfixed while commenting, "I totally see why the Old West settlers lost their shit out here... I might just wolf out right now." And then Eden proceeded to hit their weed pen for the bajillionth time, because they were still Eden -- they'd argue the vapor just added to the ambiance.

#thread.#w. b1tez #clementine 001 #the way i was looking up the next full moon just for a laff and its litcherally tonight......#Meant To Be

with: lucy / @sugartalkins location: record store when: midday during the week

The string of bells over the shop's door tinkled as Eden entered, signaling their arrival while they juggled a stuffed drink carrier and hefty McDonald's bag. "I drove all the way out to Mercury Flats for this" - otherwise known as Mcflurry Flats by some, thanks to it having the lone Mickey D's location in all of Cascade - "so you better be grateful, biotch." Said affectionately, of course. Eden deposited the bag and drink carrier on the counter, ice cubes rattling when they dislodged their Oreo McFlurry -- the real craving that'd had them volunteering to bring Lucy lunch for no real reason. Plastic spoon stabbed in blended ice cream a few times over, attempting to stir it around as Eden slouched back against the counter, finally surveying the record store to see if their arrival had actually bugged any potential patrons. But the place looked... dead. "I don't know how you stand to work here," they commented, staring at an older gentleman silently flipping through albums by the window. "Like him --" Eden pointed shamelessly with their spoon, neck craning back in Lucy's direction, making sure she was looking, "is he not here everyday? I swear I see him in that exact same spot every time I come in."

#thread.#w. sugartalkins #lucy 001 #lmk if i should change anything up at all!! <3

selliered

with: open, feel free to assume connections! ( @cascadestarters ) where: the side of the road, somewhere between neighborhoods

some days, the truck just wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. and today, linus is becoming increasingly aware, is one of those days. pleads for it to at least crap out somewhere populated fall on deaf ears, with the engine making a concerning enough noise to finally make him pull over. fantastic. amazing. mutters something about a "fucking stupid, useless, hunk of junk" as he climbs out of the truck and pops the hood. as if he has any idea what he's looking at — it all just looks like engine to him. he fiddles with anything that looks like it might move, trying to look like he knows what he's doing for an audience of... well, no one. great. he steps back and kicks the front tire. hard. looking up from the innards of the truck, he sees a car approaching in the distance. would it be cliché to stand on the side of the road with his thumb out like a hitchhiker? he does it anyway, squinting at the approaching vehicle and gesturing to his broken down truck once it got close enough for it's occupants to see him clearly.

edensui

Eden had the passenger side window rolling down (ah, automatic windows, such were the perks of a car made in this century) long before they'd gotten close enough to make out Linus' face, the hulking and surely rusted piece of metal meant to represent a truck signaling the presence of a Sellier all on its own. Coming to a stop, they stretched across the console towards the open window, politely waiting for Linus to approach before quipping, "Find an on-off switch in there?" Eden's grin practically pinged! into place, totally '00s bug-eye sunglasses pushed atop their head as their gaze darted back to the popped hood. Did they doubt Linus' autobody skills? Yes. Could they do any better? Hell, no! But they could still lend a hand. "Want a ride to Merc's Auto? Here, lemme just --" Adjusting the precariously full milkcrate of treasures they'd scored at the flea market, Eden twisted around to deposit it in the backseat, making room for the other upfront.

#thread.#w. selliered #linus 001 #kept trying to fit in what a cliche eden is being a lesbian driving a subaru but ah well #ooc knowledge for us now <3

serpensreigns

⋆ I. :: FORTUITOUS ⋆ OBSIDIAN :: MID EVENING ⋆ OPEN :: @cascadestarters

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSARIN RESISTS GLANCING AT HIS WATCH for the nth time and tells himself to snap out of it. To stop hoping for something that is likely not happening. It’s been almost forty minutes past their meeting time and he still hasn’t heard from his date. Whatever, he won’t let this ruin the rest of his night. The bartender finally sets his strawberry-coconut daiquiri in front of him, along with a small platter of duck confit crostini and mushroom arancini. Turning to the fellow patron next to him, Sarin clears his throat before dropping a sudden question. “Do I look stunning? Perhaps a little too much that my date chose not to show up tonight?” There is a slight bitterness in his words, masked behind that silly grin of his.

edensui

Obsidian wasn't exactly Eden's scene, edging a little too classy for their preference of skin-tight leather and platform rave boots for a night out, but when a friend of a friend - of a friend - does you a solid and invites you into the DJ booth for the evening, you accept that invite. That was where they were perched when they spotted Sarin, aiding in someone else's set, before they noticed him across the bar, caving to the societal pressure of small talk. Sad. Eden excused themself and scurried over, soon inserted into the conversation with an arm slung around Sarin's shoulders.

"You shoulda called me, babe." Eden grinned right up close in Sarin's face, tempted to smack a kiss to his cheek, but the fresh coat of gloss on their lips stopped them. "I would've been here from minute one to shit talk." They slid into the free seat on Sarin's opposite side, immediately lifting a hand for the bartender while asking, "So, who was it this time? Got a dating profile or socials I can snoop?"

#thread.#w. serpensreigns #sarin 001 #rollin with our lil bit of plotting ~

january-newby

open to anyone, feel free to assume a prior connection! @cascadestarters

Sometimes January liked to pretend she was more athletic than she actually was. She'd get these urges to put on her sneakers and go over to Audrey Horne Park to jog. Typically, she'd make it halfway around the path before she remembered how unathletic she was. The weather was nice today and January had been at the bakery all day, so she thought a nice jog around the park would be a good way to unwind. As per usual, she was wrong about that. So, instead of finishing her run, she'd collapsed like a starfish in the grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky. "Not dead," January mused when a shadow passed over her. "Just bad at running..." She patted the spot next to her. "Join me, it's nice down here. No one has to pretend to be athletic down here..."

edensui

Eden stood, hands on their hips, squinting down at the panting woman despite the ostentatious sunglasses perched atop their head. "You haven't seen a turtle down there, have you?" And join her, they would, already moving to a careful crouch in the neatly maintained grass. If the other were to turn her head to the right, she'd see several other people in a similar position; Eden's gaggle of alternative friends crawling around on the ground, doing a decent imitation of Rick Moranis in Honey, I Shrunk the Kids with every ginger movement they made. "He escaped his pen..." Eden said absently, clarifying that it was a pet turtle they were on the hunt for. They stopped short, head cocking in the other's direction now that they were nearer -- "Are you sure you're not, like, having a heart attack right now? I'm so not CPR certified."