big bolt of lightning hanging low , over the coast everyone's convinced it's a government drone or alien spaceship ! either way we're not alone . i'll find a new place to be from.
open starter // location: flora florentine’s florist shop
the morning after the storm, diego drives carefully to florentine's, dodging large pieces of tree and other debris on the road. thankfully, it's a short drive to the shop from his place, and not a lot of people seem to want to brave the roads today anyway. diego doesn't blame them.
he pulls into his usual spot behind the shop and grabs his lunch off the passenger seat before stepping out to walk around to the store front. immediately, he notices one of the large potted plants on the sidewalk that frame the door tipped over and speeds up.
"great," he audibly groans, seeing that the dirt spilled under the door - he mentioned the gap a few weeks after he got hired by they told him no to worry about it - and the cracked rim of the pot.
as diego lifts up the pot and haphazardly brushes some of the dirt and pieces of pot out of the way with his shoe, little sprouts of weeds shoot up between the cracks of the sidewalk. his heart races at the sight, blood going cold, and he looks around, trying to mask casualness as he spots someone walking close enough to maybe have noticed.
(or maybe that's his anxiety talking ... he hasn't had anything like this happen in years)
diego fumbles his keys out of his pocket, immediately gripping the shop key and shooting the person a quick smile because that's just what you do in small towns.
they’re tired. they didn’t sleep well last night, thinking that most of the town didn’t either. they’ve been yawning since they woke up and been slowly getting ready for the day, double layering as much as they could and putting on a puffy jacket before walking outside to head over to the fire station. they supposed that they could drive, but it didn’t make much sense considering the accidents that could potentially happen, and either way, maybe they could use the exercise. they’re passing in a hurry before they hear the sound of something breaking against the concrete. hunter sighs, doubling back, a polite smile and looking down at the poor person who’s day just started. “shit, you alright?” they look at the mess bending down to help try and pick some of it. “careful not to cut yourself.” he looks at them now trying to open the door. “well, it’s just one plant right?” he tries to sound optimistic, but even hunter would want to roll their eyes at that.
where: frankie’s big buy grocery store
when: afternoon
who: open!
No one in their right mind should be out in this weather. Fog is meant for staying indoors, wearing a blanket like a cape, and getting lightly toasted while you watch daytime TV and eat your body weight in snacks. Problem is, 3D is pretty bad at remembering to go grocery shopping, so there are no snacks in the apartment, meaning he has no choice but to brave the elements in order to ensure the rest of his Bad Weather Day goes off without a hitch.
Weaving his way through the aisles of Frankie’s, idly grabbing things off the shelves and putting them back in completely the wrong place, 3D eventually arrives at the store’s selection of chips, only to find somebody else blocking the flavour he wants. “Aw, man, tell me I’m not gonna have to wrestle you for the last pack of hot cheetos,” he says with a facetious sigh of resignation. “Like, I’d hate to destroy you, but when it comes to chips, I can accept no substitute”
hunter tries to be a good partner. sure, he doesn’t have to go into work for a couple of more hours but with how piss poor the weather is he wouldn’t be surprised getting called in earlier. so now they have a basket full of two energy drinks, pre-made sandwiches because hunter couldn’t be assed to wake up earlier than normal to make them themselves and now they were contemplating the chips and then it hits him: he has no goddamn idea what kind of chips calvin would want. they knew that this would be the punch in the gut, a constant reminder that no matter what new partner they would get it would never be the same again. they frown before looking up at the guy talking to them. “shit, i spaced.” they grab the hot cheetos and throw it to the other, “think fast!” before taking a bag of doritos hoping that it would be a decent offer for to share with calvin. “listen, i’d love to wrestle in the chip aisle, but i’ve only been awake for thirty minutes.”
[ quintessa swindell | non-binary | they/he | twenty-five ] —— welcome to grimrose, hunter king. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a newcomer who has been in town for one year, especially since you spend most of your days as a firefighter/paramedic at grimrose firehouse? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little impulsive more than you are loyal… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of (i just) died in your arms by cutting crew and flirting on the edge between life and death, finding comfort in chaos, not knowing who you are anymore but trying to find it, and missing a person so much you pretend it doesn’t exist, hope to see you around, hunter.
full name — hunter king
nickname(s) — hunny ( only by their brother and it’s to annoy him )
name meaning — one who hunts, pursuer
age — twenty-five
date of birth — november 3rd
place of birth — bronx, nyc
current location — grimrose, nh
gender — non-binary
pronouns — they/he
sexual orientation — bisexual
religion — atheist
occupation — paramedic/firefighter
education level — paramedic school
family — roscoe king ( father, estranged ), marianne tinley ( mother, estranged ), jordan king ( brother )
finances — could be better
spoken languages — english, spanish
voiceclaim — quintessa swindell
powers — oxikinesis , the power to manipulate oxygen
inspos: rue bennett ( euphoria ) , tk strand ( 911 lone star ) , meredith grey ( greys anatomy ), jo march ( little women ), amy antsler ( booksmart ), jeremy gilbert ( the vampire diaries ), crystal ( marvel, 616 ), willow rosenberg ( buffy the vampire slayer ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), hayley marshall ( the originals ), nick miller ( new girl ), ian gallagher ( shameless ), sarah ( palm springs ), shawn hunter ( boy meets world )
tws: parental negligence, npc character death on the job non descriptive
hunter was raised by their aunt and brother, and new york city was their playground. it wasn’t a magical childhood by any means but it was so because their brother tried to make it one for them. they are thick as thieves in every sense, trying their best to make a bad situation good, and most often did.
their parents weren’t meant to be parents, it was just their unfortunate draw of the cards, but sometimes they’d send a postcard to where their parents ended up, but after a while they stopped coming, and phone calls would get shorter and shorter, but you can’t miss something that you never had.
hunter was always a very active child, could never sit in one place too long, and it would later bite him in the ass during high school, making friends with the wrong people and doing reckless things that would land them in trouble, but their brother would always bail them out no matter what it was.
when you live your life in the fast lane it’s easy to get caught in it, but by the time they graduated high school ( barely ), it was time to make some choices. the best thing that hunter ever did was become a paramedic, they were smart enough to do it, but no one else believed in them too which drove them to be the best.
long gone were the days of recklessness, and traded for a uniform that fit them nicely in nyc. their partner joined when they did and everything was going just fine. it was like the other could think about what the other was going to do without saying anything, they had balanced each other out in ways that hunter would never understand–they were each other’s best friends and person. and if there had been feelings there, well, hunter would never say it.
life is easier as a young adult, their brother was just starting to become someone and hunter was finally making enough money to get a place of their own, and those bad decisions that used to haunt them as a teenager weren’t as bad, and whenever their parents would come unannounced it didn’t put them in a spiral that it used when they came around.
a lot of that changed during a bad call, the details are blurry to hunter, they’ve blocked a lot of it out to protect themselves but their partner died on the job, and there’s just a small inkling that they could have prevented it. it would lead hunter into a spiral of ‘what ifs’ that they could never fix or leave behind even if they tried.
they spent that first year without their partner deteriorating but doing their best, whatever partner they were given never lasted long, hunter had always been an easy person to get along with but after the fact something had fundamentally changed within them. they found it hard to trust people, and more importantly, trust themselves, they thought about quitting but then that would prove what all his old teachers had thought about him, so he had stayed in the job. it didn’t help that his partner’s family always reached out to ask if hunter was okay when all they wanted to do was isolate themselves.
a lot of that changed about a year ago, when they got a postcard from a town that their father grew up in with nothing else. it had been a couple of years since hunter had heard from their father, and despite how things were going back in nyc they knew that they needed to follow their gut.
this is how they find themselves in grimrose now, working at the fire station, still as a paramedic, with a new partner, and a power that they don’t understand that can make or break someone.
headcanons:
generally hunter is easy to get along with, but they have a lot of regrets
with their powers it truly is make or break, it’s dangerous and could make hunter the luckiest paramedic or feels like a curse, but they don’t even realize that yet
hunter changed their name before high school and their brother jordan was very accepting of it, they are very close and probably rely on each other too much.
very much into snakes & reptiles, owns a mexican black kingsnake and will talk your ear off about it
lowkey a slut, truly trying to fill the void in anyway but like it’s fine they’re hot i cannot blame them
despite their powers – they’ve always been a good paramedic, they take a lot of cases and patients to heart, it’s a tough job with little pay but they think that it’s worth it
the storm had been terrifying, to say the least, mina was convinced that their trailer park was going to become undone. it didn’t help that her dad had slept through it like she thought he would. she had felt more bad for the cat, hiding under the covers in between her legs while the walls of their trailer had begun to shake. it was morning now and she could barely see outside but she had gotten to work on making food that she was going to bring to some of her favourite people. it was, admittedly, rough walking through the streets to get to the veterinary clinic, scared of people not seeing her but knowing that she couldn’t very well drive in it either. her cat had been placed in his backpack carrier and by the time she got to the clinic she truly had no idea what time it was, her whole conception absolutely ruined from the storm and the fog. it was inviting to walk into the clinic since it was warm, she had said hello to the lady at the front who knew who she was here for. she knocked once on reena’s door before letting herself in. “i figured that it might be either a busy or slow day for you and i brought you some food. it’s a vegetarian lasagna with some garlic bread. and also bitty.” who was starting to claw his way out of his carrier wanting to explore.
even as esther takes another sip of her second cup of coffee , the headache that burns the side of her temples isn’t budging . her hair is tied back ( in what she had attempted to be a professional updo but failed miserably with all this damn fog ) and make up is only half done - this day was definitely not for her to conquer . it was there when she had gotten home after that rather frightening thunderstorm and it hasn’t left but esther mclean had no sick days to use so she’s doing her best during her thirty minute lunch break . so instead of wallowing in the corner of the coffee shop , she sits herself in the only seat left by the mock fireplace serving as a heater on this dreary day - ❝ half the town must not have anything else to do today but stay inside . ❞ esther says to the person next to her , eyeing the line that was long once again . ❝ i usually settle for the coffee in the break room but today felt like a nice exception to the muddy water . ❞
after the fiasco that was figuring out what to do in his own home he had given up and called a plumber hoping that at some point, it would be fixed. lennon was skilled in a lot of things but not this. he had given up halfway, decided that today wasn’t his day but needed to get some fresh air damned the fog and the wet streets from the rain. he had grabbed a heavy coat and trudged through it hoping that no one was stupid enough to drive out in this weather. he didn’t even think about skateboarding into town. by the time he makes it into the coffee shop there’s a few people but it’s not at it’s normal flow of customers and somehow he’s grateful for that. he doesn’t know how long he’s standing there before a voice pulls him out of his daze. he looks over at her, nodding his head. he’s a little frazzled. the headache was back and he felt on edge, shaking almost and it wasn’t from the cold. “i’ve been here for five months and even this weather is bizzare.” he says with a sigh, running an anxious hand through his hair. “seems like despite the warnings people still made their way here. coffee must be good or we’re all dealing with a headache that only caffeine can fix.”
to: lennon saetang.
36 evergreen forest drive
grimrose, nh, 03077
this is a statement for your visit at brooklyn hospital center for boribun saetang.
the mail comes late, and lennon braves the fog with a heavy coat. he notices first, that the garden is dying, he never really tried to care for it when he first came, hoped that the moody weather would take care of flowers that his dad had left behind when he moved in with lennon over a year ago. the cold is unforgiving, and by the time that he reaches the mail he feels lethargic, with his head pounding from a headache that he doesn’t know why he has.
tw: mentions of his dad when he was sick non descriptive, when he starts feeling his powers it comes off as an anxiety attack, grief mentions
he doesn’t expect much mail. whatever he left in new york would be forwarded here but it isn’t much. it seems cruel that one of the first beneficial pieces of mail that he’s gotten is the overdue medical bill.
he doesnt look at it as he walks back up the cobble to his dad’s house, maybe if he doesn’t see it then it wouldn’t be real.
he lets it sit in the mail box that his dad made, ignoring it like he’s been ignoring anything related to his dad as he shifts through the house looking for something to take away the pain of the headache and the feeling of something weighing him down in his body.
with ibuprofen and a cup of coffee currently being made he looks at the mess that was his dad’s house. he hadn’t made much effort in trying to get rid of all the things that he wouldn’t need anymore but it seemed like everything that he had touched had some sort of sentimental to his grandparents and his dad, and the guilt eats at him. he cant throw it away and that’s half the battle.
when his coffee is finished he sits on the floor looking at the pile that he had been working on last night. it was old papers of his students past, drawings, too. letters from kids who were able to move out of their town in boston and sending something back to let his dad know that, hey, i made it out. i made it out of here.
the guilt lives in his stomach, feels it like a tide slowly crashing down on him.
he bites down on the inside of his cheek, getting up from his spot and stands in the kitchen, a place where his dad cooked all of his meals, probably hosted friends that he had made in the neighbourhood when he eventually moved back, invited kids who had no place to go. his dad hadn’t wanted to be a baker or a chef but he had a knack for it. lennon can remember of when he came to live with him how he would come home from work to something cooking and he thinks that he’ll never get that back again.
it doesn’t get to him often, lennon tries to make it so he’s never home—never here—but now because of the damn fog he can’t make himself even leave. it’s too dangerous to drive and weathering out into it on his day off doesn’t seem plausible trapping him here within these walls of all the memories that he’d never get to experience because bobby wanted his son to live in a city that was far more than just what this town had to offer. he’d never get to know this side of his dad. in many ways, his father would always be an unopened box or ghost that haunted him—maybe without meaning to.
he didn’t know why he was still here other than a tiny voice that had told him to come here five months ago. it had never left, even when he tried to get away from it all. there was a homesickness that he’d never understand.
it’s too quiet in the house, he can hear his ears starting to ring. standing in the middle of the kitchen he just wants to scream. the ringing doesn’t stop and he balls his hands in a fist, closing his eyes like he used to go when his friends would make him watch a scary movie. lennon had never done well with things unknown, he hated surprises, and the headache has been building up and the drugs weren’t working and he feels like the walls are caving in this tiny home, there’s nothing of lennon in here, nothing that mattered anyway. it’s just painstaking reminders of his grandparents that he didn’t get to know, and a version of his dad that he would never get to meet. all he had left were the awful months of when his dad was sick and couldn’t remember him. the anger that had been building up for months clinging onto him like a scared child, crawling up his legs and arms, closing his throat.
he had told himself that he would never give into it. he had never been an angry child, but this was something that he felt like he couldn’t hold onto or handle anymore. it goes against everything that he had thought about himself—this anger, it was so deep, like tendrils of ivy shaping around his entire body.
and when he finally lets go, it cracks.
he can hear a sound, and then a big surge of water squirts up in the air from the kitchen sink and it violently pushing past the cupboards opening up and the water spills out onto the floor. the metal sink pipe is completely broken and he knows that he needs to fix this before water damage occurs.
he knew that the house was older when he moved on but not this old. and the headache doesn’t really go away but it subsides for now, call it ignorance or a moment of peace seeing the way that the chaos in front of him is how he currently feels.
maybe he’ll just have to get used to it. he’s done it once before.
— DATE AND TIME: december, 17th
— AVAILABILITY: open | (0/5)
Working on a case, led Melina to navigate through the market before she finally reached a nearby establishment that the person she was following finally stopped at. However, if she stood there without doing a thing that made her seem like an ordinary customer, he would find out she was paying attention to his actions. And by herself it would be harder to do her job, so without thinking twice, Melina reached a table, sharing a brief but genuine smile so her question would sound more inviting. “Do you mind if I take this seat? I’ll buy another one of whatever you’re having–” Melina either knew this person or she was good enough to pretend that she did. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? It’d be a shame if I actually followed my first choice of staying at home instead of going out.” Casual conversation, anything that would make it easier to seem comfortable at the establishment.
he had taken as many pictures as he could throughout the day, but his social energy was low and he needed some caffeine to continue on. it had been the bar that he had stopped at, ordering something nice and sugary despite his better judgment. there was plenty of food out there but he had ordered and appetiser as well. when one sits themselves next to him he looks over with a polite smile. “sure, i mean, it’s just a roy rogers,” he couldn’t drink on the job, and considering the amount that he had consumed last night the last thing he wanted was to have anything with alcohol. “are you enjoying yourself?” he figured it would be nice to try and get to know the locals and newcomers alike considering he was one himself
it hadn’t been that long since he had seen hali, but since it was a free for all for food he figured he would buy them whatever tastiest thing that he had seen as well as getting groceries for himself. the past couple of months had been trying to figure out how to properly cook for himself but it came with many batches of food and he didn’t know that many people but he hoped that regardless hali would appreciate what he did make. two people that had found home among this town despite their different upbringings, it was a comfort to say the least. “i got this off of a stall but it tasted good, thought you might enjoy it with me on the bench by the park away from all the people. i know farmers markets can be.. a lot. but i was going to make some curry tonight if you wanted to come over.”
the black boot crashes against the pavement once more , calvin’s leg bouncing out of habit as he holds a josta drink in hand to pass the time . he wasn’t going to complain about the extra pay for working the event but it was incredibly boring and he had already gotten reprimanded for strolling off once already . then came the miracle when lennon approached him , almost immediately standing from his spot and giving the other a rather enthusiastic nod . ❝ do you need me to strike a pose ? ❞ he asks , but calvin is already settling his drink on the curb to flex what muscles he did have with exaggeration . ❝ or does it need to be family friendly ? ❞ not that should change his pose that much at all but it was a valid question to ask .
lennon had only been here for five months but he already had people that he would call friends, calvin and his bright personality being one of them. he had looked over at the other with a smirk before rolling his eyes, bringing the camera up to his eye and taking a candid shot of him flexing. “can’t imagine what a non family friendly pose you could do in this burning daylight,” he looked up at the sun very briefly, putting his camera back down to look at the other. “man in a uniform would do well to sell our tiny little paper,” he’s joking for the most part. it wasn’t even lennon that chose the photo that would make the cover but it’s hard not to see what was already in front of him. calvin is hot. “i think we should get you a kitten or something to hold, i think that would really seal the deal of being front page.” he jokes, “no, but if you stand by the fire engine i think it would work really well.” it shows community, having all their first responders out here in the open.
Mina could have said anything and Koda probably would have agreed to take part. They had been drawn to the stalls initially by the somewhat extravagant set up, the extra effort that could be spotted before they even got close. They weren’t a library person, and they weren’t much of a cryptid person – but that didn’t stop them. They listened to the pitch, their ever relaxed smile resting easily on their features. A light chuckle escaping at her last addition. “ Well when you say extra candy, how can I say no? ” They reply, and though their tone is joking, they were completely down. “ I do already have a library card though– ” Everyone hold your applause. “ Do I still get lucky spins or do I get demoted to regular spins? ”
seeing koda outside of the bar was nice, since most of their interactions happened at night when it was time for mina to go and wait to pick up her dad at hangman’s. “it’s nice seeing you in the daylight.” she says, leaning against the table a bit more. “must be nice not to be around so many intoxicated people. although i feel like people went pretty hard last night,” she could spot a hangover from a mile away. her dad one of them, but thankfully he was resting at home. she pushed the thought away, not wanting it to ruin the mood or her day. a problem for a later time, she thinks. mina had showed up to hangman’s in costume, having gone as carrie white, there were still little patches of fake blood on her that she couldn’t seem to scrub off. “oh, just for the library card i think you can have three lucky spins,” she jokes, already getting the little goody bag ready. “the wheel is mainly to draw kids in, everyone gets a prize.” she says a bit more quietly. “but they don’t have to know that.”
“I’d say your generosity is commendable,” Gil commented, both a little distracted by the silver dollar-sized button with a rabbit-antelope hybrid emblazoned on it and not quite ready to commit to playing something that felt a little childish. He held the button between his fingers, spinning it slowly as he studied the artwork. “And so’s your nose for business.” Whether or not he really meant the latter wasn’t important. Because either way, she was making an effort; Gil could appreciate that. He put the button back down on the table, his eyes darting to quickly look at her other wares. None interested him very much, but he had to ask—"Did you put all of this together by yourself?“ He gestured between both booths. They weren’t showstopping, but still: she had two of them. Double the preparation, double the workload. He felt, for a moment, like he ought to throw her a bone for her trouble. Gil took a silent, deep breath, then shrugged his shoulders. "And what kind of candy are we talking about?”
“hey, i have a lot of candy to get rid of. just going to go to waste at my place.” she says with a small smile. if she didn’t get rid of it by today she knew that she could just put it in the jar and have it up at the front of the library for the kids. but she genuinely liked seeing some of the kids walk over to her booth and do the stupid little wheel. there was a innocence in it, having done this for many years now with both booths. it wasn’t show stopping by any means, and mina felt like an ass half the time with not that much traction but she digressed. “is it a business if it’s all for free?” she says with a shrug of her shoulders, sitting back in her chair. she watched him look at the booth. she had grabbed one of the little baggies and started putting couple of buttons and one of her pamphlets even if it would go to the trash into it, and then slid it across with a tiny handful of candy. “you don’t actually have to spin the wheel,” she says, her voice a little quieter this time, looking at the amount of people with their kids walking up and down the different stalls. “i did, and as you can see, it’s very obvious who made it.” she moves forward a little. “i didn’t realize that i would have to, short staffed and what not.” it didn’t matter anyway. “take whatever you want if this doesn’t suit your fancy.”
Heather had been in town for six months but somehow she still felt as though she was brand new to the place. Any event they threw she just had to attend because it was a whole new experience for her compared to those that may have been around a lot longer than her. She was a sucker for collecting silly trinkets too from these sorts of things, she was secretly somebody who kept small things as memories in a box in her trailer though she wouldn’t admit it or show it to anyone. “Tell me I can get the extra candy and I’m in..” Heather grinned almost from ear to ear as she looked at Mina with a slightly raised brow. “The candy is the deal breaker.”
“the candy is a promise. i have way too much that i need to give away.” she smiles, patting the wheel. “we have many things that you could win here, let’s hope it’s something good.” she had sat back in her chair and reached for her coffee which was cold now. “so, are you enjoying the farmers market?” she knew that heather was new, grimrose was quite the interesting little town, while she hadn’t been born here she couldn’t remember a time that where she just hadn’t lived here. it was home to her.
calvin was definitely wandering too far away from his post by the staged rescue truck down the block - but there was hardly anything happened and he was certainly curious what the booths had this year . it doesn’t take long to find a rather interesting set up that piques his interest : something about the colors and the text on the pamphlet cracks a smile. it’s nothing condescending but rather bemused , ❝ how’d you manage to get a picture of me in the morning ? ❞ he holds up the button of big foot that was splayed on the table , placing it back down when there’s no real follow up to such a terrible attempt of a joke . ❝ i’ll take a spin at this booth , ❞ he then adds . ❝ especially for the extra candy . ❞
mina had a lot of kids come up to the booth and ask questions, mostly just mesmorized at the amount of purple that she was able to fit on any little bit of crevice, it wasn’t hard to guess what her favourite colour was. mina felt like a kid doing arts and crafts most of the time but it’s hard when you’re working from the ground up on a potential business. her radio show as her pride and joy but didn’t rank in the money by any means. “oh, give yourself a little more credit than that. i just think you’re missing a little bit of hair for any kind of resemblance to big foot.” she looks over at his feet for a moment before looking back up at them. “maybe you’re a shapeshifter.” her smile is kind, laughing a little. she shakes her head before presenting him with the wheel. “please, there’s not many trick or treaters around the trailer parks, i was tempted to put a booth up at one of the neighbourhoods last night because i knew i was already going to have so much extra candy.”
The squeal that permeated the fair when Cassie saw the merchandise options at the library booth was enough to cut through the general din of the street market, permeating the cloud of chatter and the bustle that bodies produce in confined spaces. A few heads turned to look towards the noise, but upon seeing a moving mass of pink, most returned to whatever had their attention previously. The town of Grimrose had long since grown accustomed to the antics of one Cassiopeia Moore. “Yasmina,” Cassie gasped as her hand shot out to the buttons, “Yasmina, these are amazing! Are you selling these? Can I have all of them? Is your radio show about cryptids too? Can I be on it?!” By the time she finished speaking, Cassie’s voice was several octaves higher. “Yasmina,” she shouted, “I love this!”
she smiles seeing cassie walking up to the booth, she grabs the tiny little bigs that she had brought for people that wanted more than one thing. who would she be to deny them free stuff? she put some of the buttons she had made into the tiny bag and reached over for her to take it. “not selling, they’re meant to be prizes for my booth but i figure if you like ‘em have ‘em.” her radio show had been a thing for a couple of years now, and was always surprised when anyone took interest in it. “cryptids the lore of our town, a little bit of everything really. i’d be delighted to have you on.” not many guest starred, there were a few of her friends out of town that had experienced alien sightings that occasionally came on but it was quite the trip to come all the way to grimrose. “let me know a good day for you to come and be on. we can work it out.” she smiles again, running a hand through her hair. “are you manning a booth at all?”
