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AMARECHE EDRIS Pleasance firefighter paramedic.

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Describe your ideal cold weather coat. What style? How thick? Fluffy or sleek? Ect.

"Uh..." she looks towards her closet at the assortment of clothes that all follow the same theme: denim with random graphic t-shirts and a leather coat for most days. For work -- tactical EMS pants. Black t-shirts with the Pleasance EMS emblem. Carhart EMS coat - also in black. "I always liked the fluffy feather-down coats, but my aunts were always: Edris - what are you gonna do lookin' like a wee babeh marshamallow? be practical. So - leather jacket. Carhart jacket. Sure, practical and boring -- but last forever."

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ellery-sinclair·:

When: Early Friday morning (*ehem* before Bishan closes the place down shh) Where: Bleachers Laundromat Who: open !

Okay, so she hadn’t thought too much about it when the water in the apartment ran a funny color. There were crazier things, the pipes were probably backed up (ugh, she didn’t even want to think about that though - backed up with what? Where? Why though? How did water supplies actually work? She liked to think it by magic but obviously – wait, she was getting side tracked).

So she’d ended up at the Laundromat, tossing her clothing into the washer because she was simply that far behind on laundry day, slipped the necessary coins into the machine, and started it up. 

She watched through the little window as the items started swirling around within, though only a moment later did it go…so very wrong. Sure, she had plenty of black clothing - but not everything in there was black. And certainly not enough to color the water entirely…

Ellery jabbed a finger at the button to stop the cycle and stared into the window a little forlornly. She might be new-ish around here, but that can’t possibly be normal. 

“This might be a strange question,” she remarked as she reached out to still the hand of the person beside her that was just about to start loading their own laundry. “But I haven’t stepped into some alternate dimension where the water is supposed to be inky, right?” 

--- The fire chief had asked that she bring down the blankets and pillow cases to wash them in Bishan's fancy super loaders. Not that anyone had used the blankets and pillow cases because it was just the two of them who were there routinely, both living on either side of the fire department and the volunteers had their own homes but -- it made the chief feel better that they were looking after the department until they could advocate for paying positions which would allow the "rotation of personal - utilizing the facilities 24/7." Bas thought the fire chief was kinda cute - in an older woman sort of way, not quite Bas' type, as she reminded her of her aunts but - cute all the same. She had loaded the blankets into the washer and set the coins in. One load came through fine - the next ... doomsday. The inky water sloshing around the tan blankets. A woman asked if it was normal. Bas got up from her seat and came over, peering inside. "Nope," she said cheerfully, a defense against Pleasance strangeness. "Not normal." She went to her washer and peered inside. "Ick." To each in-use washer, she went and looked. Then turned on a faucet by the side wall. Black. "Well... this isn't a good look," she determined. "Is there an emergency stop button for all of these or?" despite the circumstances her impish grin stayed. "Bishan is gonna be pissed - he's gonna have to refund everyone their money for the load that they've got going and figure out what's going on with the laundromat." She was part of the George Alby & Bishan Anti-Fanclub. She filled a plastic cup full of the inky water and looked into it. Swirling it around. "Doesn't look like sediment or backed up pipes...Not gonna drink it anyway."

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jaxriver·:

WHERE: the lake (of course) WHEN: friday morning WITH open

Jax was feeling weird, odd even, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but all of it was wrong and right at the same time. She shook her body, trying to wake up, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t, she was in a daze, in a haze, completely lost to herself. 

She bit her lip and took a step closer to the water. Nothing changed much, the feeling stayed intense and the same. Frustrated by not knowing, Jax screamed. 

Edris had the day off - and by that, as the only paramedic firefighter at the station, and the captain to boot -- her black 2017 Chevrolet Colorado had been outfitted to be used as a non-transporting EMS vehicle. Given the small-town nature of Pleasance, she and the fire captain were the only paid members in the department with the rest being volunteers. They...weren't needed too often.

The problem was the water. Sure, in a pinch she'd use it to put out a fire but drinking? cleaning wounds?

She sat down by the lake, pondering the water in front of her when she heard a scream. She jumped to her feet - or tried to, but pushing back to two legs required effort when one leg was a prosthetic. Still, standing and able, she looked over. "Jax," she called out, "you're gonna get the bobcats all riled up if you keep screaming like that." She carefully maneuvered over from her spot. Her two full-grown dogs, walking next to her while the puppy scampered through mud, allowed her to balance easier on the rough terrain. "You okay? The water issue bothering you?"

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boyhauntcd·:

STATUS: open LOCATION: pleasance public library

It’s a   long story, he’ll tell you;   the one which ends with his nails decorated in pink and yellow flowers (poorly doodled, mind you). One that starts with a bet, and a coup of mischievous little children, and ends with him being ultimately defeated and betrayed.

Either way, he’d been so distracted looking at the effort that’d been put into making his hands more delicate than they already were, Jackson hadn’t actually been listening, except for picking up at vague words left up to the whims of his hyperactive mind, until something startling enough has him catching up on a   full sentence . He’d been so ready to agree, the words nearly leap off his tongue, jumbled:

“Yes, I agree, you— wait!  No, no, no… No!”

What’s next—exploring an old barn in the dark and shouting ‘is there anybody there?’ as if anything, answer or no answer, could possibly put your mind at ease? He never understood this horror trope, and he refuses to partake in it.

”Okay—okay!   I wasn’t listening, but I am now and that’s a terrible idea! Can’t you do literally   anything   else?”  Anything else that wouldn’t force him to begrudgingly come along some creepy adventure in this godforsaken place.

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"And that is how we're gonna sneak into Vinny's apartment when he's running the deli and see what he's hiding in his upstairs bedroom," she finished triumphantly and set her hands on her hips as though she were the Peter Pan flaunting her glorious plan. her grin was wide. Her eyes sharp. She bounced on her toes while Jackson gave her half an ear as she listed why she thought Vinny was secretly a government spy working to learn why Pleasance was so god-damn rainbow. Not that she was complaining. She loved every single person in town. Save for Levi and Catherine. The Strong siblings made her nervous. George Alby could sit on a cactus. The Mayor needed someone to put him in the naughty corner... and there were rumors about Bishan that she couldn't shake -- rumors that would make her job more difficult. Still, she loved (most) everyone in town.

"My sweet, gentle, darling sweetheart," she cajoled, wrapping her arm through his and giving him her best doe eyes, as though he'd go along with her grand plan if she could only tempt him enough. "Dinner is on me if you go along with it. Really - all you would have to do is distract Vinny while I sneak upstairs."

One of her dogs, the Saint Bernard named Parie, leaned against Jackson's leg, either to encourage or warn was unsure. The heavy dog woofed - a soft, gentle sound despite his stature and bearing, though the streams of dog drool made the ground in front of him wet. He nosed against Jackson's hand, looking for a treat.

"Don't you want to solve a mystery? Or see what someone in this town has going on? We all have secrets, sure, but Vinny never talks about himself. Ever. It's time to find out why."

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Ruth Negga photographed by Diana Markosian for New York Magazine, September 2021.

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A Warm Welcome For: ANYONE Location: Cherry On Top (Outside)

It may be fucking cold out, but Captain Edris wasn't the sort of woman that let cold weather keep her from ice-cream. Having worked an early shift - quiet as it always was given the small town, she decided that she was going to treat herself. She built herself a sundae full of sprinkles more than ice cream, but also continued to try and carry three small dishes of dog-friendly ice-cream complete with dog treats as a garnish.

"All right, loves - one second," she said to the Saint Bernard, the Newfoundland, and the Akita puppy. The two adult dogs sat patiently with tails wagging while the third danced around, unsure of what he was getting but knew that he was getting a treat. Edris sat down at the outside table. Once the dogs had their ice cream, she stuck two spoons into hers. Sometimes, she had people come by - and she would offer them some of the mess -- she meant ice-cream -- with extra plastic spoons in case there was more than one brave person. She opened her purse and removed the hot sauce, pouring some on each bite of ice-cream she took.