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( adam-haley )

“You understand me, Fallon. Without you in the family I’d be lost. Lost I tell you. To go with my ‘world’s best uncle’ mug, and entire outfit if we’re really giving what’s deserved here, I’ll get you all the ‘world’s best niece’ items that I find. We’ll match and we’ll go around town together matching.” As much as it sounded like he was joking Adam did actually want to do that at least once to see the reactions that it would earn. “Excellent. You’ve got the keg, you’ve got the skills, you’re ready to accept the challenge.”

“You would be lost. I don’t want to be dramatic, but I think us coming back into each other’s lives was fate. The world knew that you needed someone who could appreciate you, and so they sent us both here. Cosmic justice, for sure. I would expect nothing less, though. If we don’t match, how will people know that we’re the literal world’s greatest uncle and niece team that the world has ever seen?” She asked, managing to keep a serious look on her face. “I am so ready to accept the challenge. I’m gonna kick that challenge in the butt.”

#( chat | adam haley )

( itsalextraynor )

Alex laughed and gave Fallon a hearty pat on the back. “Damn, girl, you got it bad for him,” she said. Love was cute, it was just something Alex wasn’t familiar with. She tilted her head at Fallon’s comment about not freaking out. “What’s to freak about, dude? The kids love you, you love him, he seems to love you. I feel like that’s the best case scenario?”

“No shit! You were like a mini Barbara Walters! Or some journalist person, I dunno the news really,” Alex replied, waving a hand. She grew up in the woods outside of small town. Her toys and hobbies involved makeshift play-weapons out of sticks and wrestling her brothers. Alex never really explored her talents or skills, mainly because she didn’t know about the ones out there in the world. Her parents were blue collar workers who kept the kids out of society. When Alex finally broke into the real world, she quickly climbed the ladder of drinking games and partying. Those were the skills she gained. She ordered two rounds of Cherry Jello shots for her and Fallon each, stacking the cups. “Alrighty, these two are for you,” she sang, handing two to Fallon. “You’ve at least done these, right? You know the scoop and suck, right?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” She admitted with a crinkle of her nose, the thought making her mildly nervous. There was a lot that could go wrong, she knew that, and she knew that a lot of what could go wrong rested on her shoulders. “I - I mean, yeah, I just - I don’t know. I’ve never been much good at relationships or anything. I’m kind of a flight risk.” She admitted, feeling better for having said it.

She giggled at the blonde’s words, feeling warm at the praise. She didn’t take compliments very well - it was a part of her awkwardness that she never had, and probably never would, grow out of. She had always loved her work as a journalist, and she magic that she used so easily in written words and the pictures that went along with them. She could save lives - she knew that, and though she didn’t think that she was worthy of any amount of praise or admiration, she hoped, deep in her heart, that everything she did was capable of changing the world. “Oh, boy.” She said as she accepted the shots, setting one down so that she could open the other. “I have. Once. Maybe.” She admitted with a laugh.

#( chat | alex traynor )

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( rachelsilverwolf )

Rachel nodded. She wasn’t against the idea at all. She just cared about Fallon. She knew that the other woman had walked through literal war zones and come out unscathed but it was one thing to know she didn’t really have to worry, and another to feel it. Besides, Rachel knew that even the best laid plans could sometimes lead to disaster. It reassured her a bit to know how much thought Fallon had put into this idea. “I know you can do it, Fallon. If anyone can get the truth out there, it’s you.”

“I hope so.” She said with a small smile, glancing over at Rachel. It meant a lot to have people behind her who believed that she could do it. Confidence had never come easy for her - the awards and the recognitions were just that - she didn’t feel like she did anything special when it came to telling the stories of others. They did all the work; she just took the pictures, or wrote it down. “I wish it wasn’t necessary. But I hope I can do it.”

#( chat | rachel silver )

( christiana--taylor )

“You should.” There was a chuckle, as she looked over at her.

“How are things going for you? Is everything okay?”

#( chat | christiana taylor )

( scout-matthews )

He downed one shot quickly, and following it up with two more. He didn’t know if it was a vampire thing, or a tolerance thing, but he’d noticed that of late he needed to drink more and more to even get a light buzz. It made casual drinking a tonne easier but his bank account hated him for it. Scout had practically flown out of the apartment almost as soon as he’d gotten Briar to go to sleep and the baby sitter had arrived. He’d essentially locked himself inside the inn for the two days since his arrival, making sure that Briar was okay after the move and trying to figure any anymore about their new home. He needed a night off, a little bit of fun. He loved Briar more than anything, and he could sit there for hours just watching her sleep, but the changed in his life had been so sudden that he was still the wild partying guy he’d been before Briar had arrived. So here he was standing at the bar of Purgatory. He gazed around the club, taking in all the unfamiliar faces and hearing the whispers of their conversation, and other things. As he perused the club his eyes met with someones and he shot them a smirk.

It wasn't her scene. That was wildly obvious, but she found herself there anyway. She was looking for Jett, or she never would've set food in Purgatory - Hair of the Dog seemed different. Calmer. Somewhere she wasn't likely to end up in the midst of a fighting ring she really wished she didn't know anything about, or anything else that went on in the confines of the bar. It had an air of danger, but one that made her skin crawl instead of brining out the adventurer in her. Her hands were shoved in her pockets, not having anything else to do with them without either her camera or a drink in her hand. Catching sight of someone looking at her, she offered the hint of a smile, digging her fingers further into the seam of her pockets.

#( chat | scout matthews )

( nicholasxadler )

Nick laughed harder at her reaction, “C’mon I’m disapointed and it was way too easy for me to say you had to know that it was going to happen.” he replied, to him the dirty minded it was too easy an option for him to pursue. “I could be the worst news in the world, Fallon. You never know, and that is how I like it.” he told her with a chuckle as he rolled his eyes. “Wildly inappropriate isn’t as bad as you make it out to be, society is overrated and their norms are stupid…” he reasoned, “You’d really write an article for me? Shucks.” the laugh kept slipping through his lips as he merely settled for a grin. “Bitter at the Bitter Ball? Now you gotta tell me.”

“You know, just because you can say it doesn't mean that you should say it. That'll be an important life lesson for you, you might want to write that down.” She said the words faux seriously, nodding emphatically as she said it. “You're full of it. What, I’m not sure I want to know, but you're full of something.” She grinned as she said it, knowing that they could go back and forth all day if they wanted to. “I don't exactly fit into their “norms” either, but you don't see me parading my personal - uh - information all over the town.” She raised an eyebrow, before she rolled her eyes at him again. He could spin anything to fit his ego, she was sure of it. She heaved a deep sigh before she told the story, knowing that he wouldn't let it go. “She basically asked why I was taking pictures when it was the twenty-first century, and then insinuated that I was unnecessary, and I just - I don't like dealing with people like her, you know? The bullies. I’ve had enough of that.”

#( chat | nicholas adler )

( isabellecresswell )

“Knitting is an appropriate alternative in this case.” Isabelle offered with a shrug of the shoulders. “Probably more enjoyable if we’re being honest. It probably wouldn’t hurt to stock up on lots of books and learn to enjoy coloring books for long periods of time. You’re going to need lots of hobbies to pass the time up there.” Issy joked, “Let’s hope Dash is quicker than Eugene was or you might be there a while.” She teased. “Of course I’ve seen one but I’m not really here for reptiles. I mean animated was sure cute but those things are ugly in real life. You really sure that’s what you want to hold yourself up with for however long it takes lover boy to climb your tower, you know pending Jack doesn’t murder him first.”

“Guess I better stock up on wool.” She pondered the idea, debating colors. “Can't do purple though, I can't completely rip Rapunzel off.” She said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ll invest in all of those super intricate coloring books, those should keep me occupied for a while, right?” She asked, grinning over at Issy. “Hopefully not too long. My hair’s right at that sweet spot, if I let it go it'll be too long and then I’ll cut it too short and it’ll be a vicious cycle.” Not that she ever did too much with it - it usually resided in a ponytail that fell out too quickly. “He wouldn't murder him. Would he?” She asked suddenly, the thought never having crossed her mind. “Is that what dad’s do?”

#( chat | issy cresswell )

( dashhastings )

“Well, you’ve clearly never been on a date with Dash Hastings.” Dash said cockily trying to be smooth and then he realized how stupid that probably sounded and he began to back track. “Of course you haven’t been on a date with Dash Hastings, I don’t know why I’m talking about my self in the 3rd person or like that at all. And this is our first date so of course, you haven’t been on a date with me.” He wanted to bury his head in his hands. “I’m going to stop talking now,” Dash said with a sheepish smile as he kicked his foot into the ground. Dash followed her up into the back of the truck with a smile on his face. “Mac and cheese it is!” Dash said as he eagerly started to unpack the items. “My mom taught me, said it would be a shame for me to get out into the world and go hungry.” He said with a chuckle, a pain of sadness running through him as he thought about her. “Pizza ordering is a very important skill though, I mean I love pizza.” Dash said as he presented her the mac and cheese. “Although I fear I missed the boat on bringing pizza.” He joked once more. “And here we have the famous mac and cheese, a rare delicacy in this area of new england.” Dash said cheesily with a wide grin, clearly enjoying himself.

“I think Dash Hastings dates may be my favorite.” She said with a grin, leaning to nudge him with her shoulder. Having someone who was as good at putting their foot in their mouth as she was did wonders for her being able to relax. She knew that he understood the eternal struggle that was trying to have a conversation without tripping over words or saying something entirely silly, and it put her at ease. “I mean, at leas you don't talk about yourself in the third person all the time. That would make the chances of a second date a lot less slim. If that's gonna be a thing. Um. Anyway.” She laughed, trying to cover her slip as she pushed her hair out of her face, before she watched him unpack the food. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she could feel her cheeks heat up with the knowledge that he had more than likely heard it. “Your mom sounds amazing.” There was a tone of earnestness to her voice, because she meant it wholeheartedly. Her mother hadn't taught her how to cook, or how to sew, or bake, or - anything. “The night’s still young. There's always time for pizza.” She grinned as she said it, accepting the mac and cheese, leaning over to smell it. “If this tastes as good as it smells you're going to have to make this all the time, now.”

#( chat | dash hastings )

( meg-cass )

She been sitting at her desk for hours, staring at the white walls that made up her tiny office inside Blackwell Media as she mindlessly spun around in her chair. Meg was in the midst of a particularly bad case of writer’s block. Her editor had wanted a new report for the newspaper to be sent to him by the end of the month, but the brunette was finding it hard to come up with any ideas. Anything that did spring to mind just seemed like crap to her. Fed up of just dwelling on her lack of inspiration, she shut the lid of her laptop, tucked it under one arm and slung her bag over her shoulder. Perhaps a change of scenery and some caffeine would help foster her creativity? After a brisk walk that got her heart pounding in her chest, Meg arrived at the nearest coffee shop. Approaching the counter, she was so focused on reading the menu board on the wall that she didn’t see the other girl stepping up to order until they had collided with one another. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she apologised, returning the smile as she rubbed her head. “I’m a klutz at the best of times. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I wasn't either, it's okay, I promise.” She said with a small laugh, waving off the apology. She’d had run ins end far worse than in just a bump - she had a pair of Vans that would never again be white after the last time she had dumped coffee on them accidentally. “Oh, please, tell me about it. I can't go anywhere without bumping into someone or spilling something.” She admitted, pulling a face as she said it. It was something that she had long ago accepted, but that didn't mean that it wasn't also the cause of her more awkward run-ins. She was a walking magnet for awkward situations, and it was a large part of why her cheeks were permanently flushed red. “No, no, I’m totally fine, I promise.” She assured with a smile, glancing over at the brunette before she glanced back at the menu. “Can I get your drink? It's the least I can do.” She still needed to get her drink anyway, and she could use the company for a few minutes if she was being honest. She had never been the person who could work without taking any breaks, and she absolutely needed one now.

#( chat | meg cassidy )

( elisabcthjanssen )

“Takeouts so damn good though, honestly I know what I’m eating tonight. Lucifer’s special burrito and chilli fries from Hell’s Kitchen. Ooh and Jalapeno poppers. Oh, and tequila.” she groaned a little at the thought and already her stomach was rumbling, “Come with me, we gotta go get some.” she hesitated a little at the mention of Summerdale, the guilt she felt at not being around for it obvious, she hadn’t even gotten the message until it was too late, the clean up was done and people relocated across the safe havens. “I wish I’d gotten the message sooner, I’d have come and helped.” she admitted quietly.

“I could devour a plate of nachos right now.” She groaned, resting a hand on her stomach that had chosen that moment to grumble. “All of that sounds amazing. I could really go for some curry, too, though.” She said with a look of deep thought on her face before she laughed. “Yes, lets go.” She smiled as she said it, a smile that faltered slightly at Beth’s words. “I didn't even go and help.” She admitted, the guilt hitting her quickly, and heavily. “I couldn't bring myself to do it. I thought - I - I spent all of my time just trying to find people. Anyone who was still alive.”

#( chat | elisabeth janssen )

( milesdexn )

“Despite what happened recently, I’m really liking it, it’s a lovely town, the people are too”

“I'm glad. It's - the safe havens tend to feel like home. They make things seem less bleak, even when they really are.”

#( chat | dean miles )

( liviaxpereira )

“Who?” she asked with a grin, before getting shots lined up. “C’mon Fallon, I won’t let anything happen to you.” she promised with a grin as she downed one, then another easily. They didn’t have the same effect on her anymore, something she hated. Somehow she was more determined to test her limits, to drink to know she could get drunk.

“Jett, he’s my best friend.” She explained, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and to her it was. “Okay, okay, I’m going to trust you.” She said easily, though she had already trusted Livia a long time ago, and she followed suit, taking one shot, and then another. She crinkled her nose at the taste, the alcohol burning a trail down to her stomach. “You would think that it would taste better by now.”

#( chat | livia pereira )

( doriancarterwate )

“O-okay. T-that seems interesting,” Dorian nodding sitting down beside her. “Oh? And what does you camera tell about me?” He asked curiously.

“I don't know yet.” She answered honestly, eyes tracing over the scars visible on the man’s face. She didn't gawk, but she was intrigued. “Sometimes it takes a little for the full story to come out.”