jessamine

[jessie-tate]

{ HUNTER SCHAFER, 21, TRANS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that JESSAMINE TATE? A SOPHOMORE originally from MIAMI they decided to come to Ogden College to study CLASSICS. They’re THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

introducing / / / J E S S A M I N E T A T E

full name: jessamine campbell tate

nicknames: jess, jessie

d.o.b: june 12, 2001

zodiac: gemini sun, aries ascendant, libra moon (cancer mercury, gemini venus, gemini mars, taurus jupiter, taurus saturn)

p.o.b: miami, florida, united states

gender/pronouns: trans woman, she/her

sexuality: bisexual

continued / / / A P P E A R A N C E

faceclaim: hunter schafer

height: 5'10

hair: dyed bleach blonde

style: inspirations from the 90s and 80s. lots of colour, glitter, abstract prints. for going out, she loves a crop top, short skirt, platforms, usually with lots of layers and mixed patterns, although she usually goes for monochrome, picking one bright colour to base an outfit around. during the day, she opts for more carefree, cottagecore vibes, dungarees or a pinafore, doc martens, florals. she spends more effort on her hair and makeup, always having some sort of braid in her hair or space buns.

more / / / P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ passionate, outgoing, adaptable

- self absorbed, impulsive, unreliable

descript: jessamine at her core is absolutely desperate to be liked. she affixes her whole sense of worth to what people think about her, and when they even dare to appreciate someone else more? it's a complete blow to her self esteem. she's prone, as a result, to incredible jealousy - and previously to mimicking the behaviour of others, more popular than her, in order to try and gain affection. in fact, as she's gotten older, her tactic has changed into inventing a whole exaggerated persona for herself, a zooey deschanel style appropriation of the tropes common to coming of age movies. somehow, in jessie's mind, creating this offbeat and eccentric personality, a portrait of the girl she wants to be, partly in fear that were she to be herself, any similarities to others would leave her failing to measure up, leave her left behind. fear of missing out is a fundamental principle of jessamine's psyche. she can't say no to any party, to any drug - she can't face anyone, ever, having more fun than her. ultimately, jessamine is pure self absorbed narcissist. in her mind, she is the main character. as much as she might put on a facade of caring, she only cares about others in relation to herself - she wants to be liked universally, and yet she doesn't particularly care for anyone, only seeing them as new things to collect, new admiration to gain. as a result, she's unreliable, jumping from person to person until she can fuck, lie, or force her way to the top of the proverbial food chain.

extra / / / B I O G R A P H Y

family:

mother: elise tate, fc joanne froggatt (b. november 7, 1979)

father, estranged: jason campbell, fc matt damon (b. february 1, 1969)

stepfather: matthew tate, fc theo james (b. march 1, 1984)

bio: [t/w for transphobia and alcoholism mention]

jessamine was born in tampa to parents whose relationship was already on the rocks. the age gap between her parents, coupled with elise's accidental pregnancy necessitating their hasty marriage, seemed to cause nothing but arguments. a move to miami three months after her birth, for a new job in a bank on her father's part and a new start on her mother's, was meant to save the family. for a time, it worked.

they got, in jessamine's mind, a good eight years stretch after the fresh start. even if it was never perfect, arguments continuing long into the night, words she was too little to understand being thrown around. then, the recession of 2008.

the state of florida shed almost 60,000 jobs in the fall of 2008. jessamine didn't understand this. after all, she was eight, busy concerning herself with why she wasn't permitted to wear a dress to school, why she was being called a boy. she didn't understand why suddenly her father was home all the time, sat on the couch with a bottle or a can, sometimes insulting her and sometimes her mother. the words got harsher. months passed. her mother had to work more. jessie didn't quite know if she wasn't allowed a barbie because of money or because of who they had decided she was, without ever asking her.

then one day, in 2010, her father wasn't there. she never saw him again, apart from his name on the occasional child support check after he got his new job, after his life had apparently become perfect with the simple removal of her and her mother. like they had been holding him back. her mother got tired of coping, sent her child back to live with her grandparents.

in 2012, she received news. her mother was remarrying, some ex trust fund tech dude, whose sole personality was being rich and frankly jessie was fine with that. she had a new house, back with her mother. a new surname, her father's relegated to the middle, forgotten. and on her part, she had news for her mother too. she had finally had the courage to come out to her grandparents. she began to transition in the eighth grade, her father's insults just a bad memory.

still, it wasn't all smooth going from there on out. she never fit in when it came to her new school. she never quite felt like her new rich friends saw her as one of them, only ever an outcast, an intruder in their privileged world. and as much as she'd say she never cared for the popularity contest, jessamine did. she cared deeply what everyone thought of her. and more than anything, she cared that she felt so unworthy. it was an emotion which resonated so strongly with her that even after taking a gap year, her arrival at ogden was marked by, more than anything else, a desire to prove herself as her fellow students equal. and particularly, as it turned out, as greer's equal.

people / / / C O N N E C T I O N S

greer: they were friends, you might say. she was always as close to greer as she seemingly could get, and yet jessie never quite managed to be as attached to the girl as she wanted. sure, there she was with her entering the parties and the social events - and yet often it felt as if she were on the outside, not privy to the secret workings of the girl’s mind in the way that she might have liked to be. greer felt, to jessie, tantalisingly out of reach - did she care more about being close to greer for the sake of her, or for the sake of overcompensating for her own inadequacies? the knowledge that greer cared more for others turned out to be just enough to leave jessamine desperate, enough to scrabble in the metaphorical dirt to try and sift for one scrap of gold, one chance to seem, well, more worthy. even if her days hanging back with the other kind of friends had her feeling more and more like a boring conquest of greer’s, no longer amusing or relevant. in fact, if anything, she began to party harder, dig herself deeper into a hole of her own creation, try her best to be more mysterious and chaotic than she had ever been - all in an effort to distinguish herself. to hide her growing resentment of the girl who her jealous streak just would not allow her to ditch. who she maybe wanted to be, but didn't like all that much.

more: tbd

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femmcfatale Dulce practically stormed into their room, her key barely in before the door swung open. “Fuck,” she mumbled followed by a relieved sigh. The fact, that the cops were persistent and asked everyone was a threat on its own which Dulce already battled against by warning others. No, she couldn’t do much, but at least give others a heads up. She’d dressed a bit more modest for the interview, wore non-confrontational colors like blue to help with her first impression on the officers. Throwing her blazer on the bed, Dulce turned towards Jessamine with a smirk. “No worries, doll. Us girls need to stick together and there’s nothing I hate more than noisy people, including cops, of course. They’ll get to you eventually,” she removed all her jewelry and put them into her jewelry box. With her heels kicked off now, Dulce climbed into Jessie’s bed, making herself comfortable as well. “Be honest, should I be worried?”

"As long as they don't mess up the color ordering in my closet when they're rifling through my things," Jessie said hollowly, as if it were a given that she would be searched. "I don't know. I still," she turned over to face Dulce, face sinking into a frown, "kind of want to think Greer's just ... okay somewhere. And that this is just a big overreaction. But I don't know if I'm being naive or optimistic. And I haven't had any replies but I.... don't even know if she'd say anything to me anymore. I really don't know what to believe. And the cops scare me."

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bigmandiego Diego had been doing what he could to keep his mind off of things while he waited for his dad to drive over from Manhattan so they could speak to the police. Running had seemed like a good idea, as he currently rested against the wall of the boathouse drinking from a water bottle in his hand. He glanced over towards the sound of Jessamine's voice before she rounded the corner, and gave an expression that was somewhere between a grimace and a smile. "I was out for a run," he said, raising the water bottle. His eyes scanned over the blonde, then towards her phone, before they went back to her face. "Are you doing okay, Jess?" He asked, sincerely looking... concerned. “Have you talked to the cops yet?”

"Careful," she said airily in place of an answer to his initial question. "When you're running around here. It gets slippery," Jessamine's voice was cautious, wary despite the lighthearted words she was attempting to throw out. "I'd hate for there to be, like, a viral TikTok of you tripping..." She stared down at her phone for a second, as if watching the charge go down from thirty to twenty nine percent was far more engrossing than the conversation at hand, until she could not put it off any longer. "I've talked to them," Jessie mumbled. "I fucked up. I just ... I didn't know any of this was going to end up ... important, right? Like if I'd have known Greer would - you know - I'd have really taken in the last time I saw her and what she said .... I just figured I'd see her again so soon I didn't even pay attention. So now I'm a shitty friend and a prime suspect," she snorted, deep in self pity. "Not that... there's anything to suspect. I hope."

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mari-zuko “Jessa,” Mari repeated. Granted, it wasn’t the girls nickname, but it was easier to roll off the tongue, in Mari’s opinion. Plus, less connotations of Jesse, which was always good. As the blonde brushed her cheek, Mari pulled her lower lip in between her teeth, swallowing as she did so. Was it wrong for her to want that feeling with someone other than Greer? Greer was gone, after all. Sending texts in the group chat and still not responding to Mari. If anything it was wrong for Mari to keep waiting. “Just telling the truth,” Mari answered, her eyelashes fluttering downwards across her cheeks before she blinked back up at the girl standing in front of her. “Honestly? Not enough. We could change that though.”

“You flirt,” Jessamine giggled, delighted by Mari’s demeanor. Selfish as it was of her to feel so - but then again, was it truly so bad to enjoy being flattered? To seek the feeling of being appreciated? Still, for just a moment after Mari finished speaking, her eyebrows creased together. Much as she might be enjoying the experience, an inkling of worry had crossed Jessie’s mind, a thought to how perhaps Mari was drunk enough already and needed healthy suggestions of water and sleep rather than mindless agreement.

 She quashed the idea silently. On another night, Jessamine might have maybe been more - for want of a better word - reasonable. Palmed Mari off on some sensible sorority sisters and gone to enjoy her night elsewhere. But it was damn hard, if she was being honest, to enjoy her night in any way at all with the amount of crap that seemed to be slowly building and building, a constant hum in her ears which she struggled to tune out. Maybe Mari’s voice could do the job for her. Just for ten minutes or so. 

“Alright,” Jessamine breathed, turning to make eye contact again. They were the same height, their pupils aligned easily, and she reached out to take Mari’s hand, clasping their fingers together loosely as her smile returned, confident this time. “We could change that, or we should change that? Because it would be my pleasure to go get a drink with you right now....”

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mitchellmorrison “Yeah, cool,” he nods, half-listening. He knew her name, of course. He had a penchant for remembering the names of those who flocked to his sister for the sheer enjoyment of knowing who to mock with his friends. Still, it had equally become a habit of Mitch to refer to the individual as anything but. Often veering towards their surname if they weren’t considered his greatest inconvenience. This fact almost prompted him to believe he was doing her a kindness. He could call her worse, after all. “I’m saving you time,” he responds, claiming heroism as his primary intention. Instead, he simply pitied her - pitied anyone who so desperately craved Greer’s approval. She was not to be worshipped, the circles she ran in even less. Yet, his opinion remained inconsequential. She would have her claws in all of them for years to come. “Shit, at this rate, I don’t even know who she’d contact first. Seems like I’m discovering all the skeletons in her closet at the minute.” Unbeknown to him, there would always be more to come. Whoever was so desperate to expose his fellow peers remained revelling in the sight. His eyes followed her gesture towards his cigarette, how it had begun to singe the filter. He drops it to the floor, squashing it beneath his foot , and retrieves the tobacco tin from his back pocket. It was small in size, containing all the necessities within. “I don’t smoke straights.” His eyes observe her momentarily, narrowing at the potential response. He wondered if she’d mock him for the choice. Eventually, he offers it out for the taking. “Don’t ask me why, I’m pretty sure it was a stupid decision I made years ago that I never really shook.”

"It's my time to waste," she mumbled, tone slightly petulant, almost like a sulky child. She felt like one, too, if she was being honest - like a kid who had been caught out misbehaving and now was having to face the consequences, although she hadn't exactly done anything wrong. But as much as she didn't want to admit it, Mitch was correct. And just hearing the words come from his lips had Jessamine flushing an unflattering shade of humiliated pink.

"I can roll," she said quietly, and took the tobacco tin as if to prove a point, sliding a paper out and delicately holding the filter at one end as she pinched tobacco into it. "We all make dumb decisions sometimes. For the pretention," Jessie clarified, smile slightly returning to her face in nostalgia, the topic more comfortable for her. "I used to carry around a twenties style cigarette holder. And I'd always use it to hold a joint, I tried so hard to make it a thing. And then I went through a phase of wearing odd socks. Because I didn't know why they had to match so badly. Oh," she paused to lick the gum on the paper, deftly rolling the cigarette up in her hand, "I used to pronounce sourdough as sour dower. I didn't get why the ou made two different sounds in one word. I mean, I knew the right pronunication, I just.. didn't like it," she pulled a pink lighter from her pocket, letting her voice trail off as she lit the cigarette and inhaled.

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montyrichler A gentle snort escaped him, his lips twisting into a wry smile as he watched Jessie breathe smoke around her words. “You haven’t appeared in my dreams to say, ‘meet me in Montauk.’ At least not yet, anyway.” Monty didn’t think he’d be forgetting about Jessie anytime soon, not now or ever. She’d made a lasting impression. Head bobbing, his gaze drifted back to the pool, submerged lights making the water glow electric blue. “You know what moments like right now are, right? ... This is living. L-I-V-I-N-G, baby.” Hazel eyes swung back to the blonde and Monty sported a softer, private grin, a chuckle tumbling from his lips. “I have no fuckin’ clue what I’m gonna do after graduation, but if going out into the real world is just like this -- if real life is a lotta these little moments stacked up together? Then I think I’ll dig it.”

“Clementine Kruczynski,” Jessamine said earnestly, “is my absolute idol.” She seemed to miss the irony, her choosing a manic pixie dream girl when she herself seemed to embody the trope,  and she giggled as Monty spoke again. “When did we get all deep, Montague? I’m waiting on a philosophy manifesto published in your name. Or maybe a coming of age movie,” she pondered for a second, “except they’d never write anything as wild as Ogden, I guess. The characters wouldn’t be ... well, anything like the people here. And I’d probably be played by some dumb model. And you’d be Timothée Chalamet.”

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julietaharrera The campus was a buzz today with the declaration of Greer being missing the prior day. Julieta wondered what happened next. Most people on campus were talking about it. Julieta mentioned on her insta that she was not going to comment on this, since some of her followers seemed to be interested in updates on the case. This time however, Julieta knew she didn’t want any attention drawn to her. Not for reasons involving someone who was missing. Everyone was so loud and talkative about the case though that she needed to find somewhere quiet to go. Typically, she liked gossip and drama, but this was more than that. Even the beach was abuzz with people rumoring, which is how she found herself going towards the boathouse. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but someone was clearly in the middle of a phone call or voicemail. “Looking for a quiet place,” Julieta replies evenly, deciding not to comment on what she heard. “Am I not allowed back here or something?”

"I didn't say that," Jessie admonished gently, a slight edge to her tone - did she sound aggressive in any way? Dislikable? It hadn't been her intention, not at all, and she hated the thought that she might have caused some sort of issue between the two just from an ill thought out sentence. Or perhaps she was overthinking. "I think everyone needs some quiet right now," she said hesitantly, after a beat. "I was hoping to get away for a second myself. But if you need the space more than me, I can go somewhere else..."

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ollieinoue

He tossed his head back and laughed, before wrapping an arm around Jessamine's neck. "Alright, alright. We're both very modest, and very shit," he said, with a false finality. That was what he was going to settle on. They were both shitty together, and that was why they were great together. He pulled Jess along with him out the door and to the outside where the kegs had been set up. "Do you want to go to the Waffle House after this? I'm so fucking wired right now with everything going on, I don't think I'll be able to sleep for a whole week. Plus, I’m of the school of thought that the Waffle House was the best solution for a hangover.” He added with a grin.

"We're the modestest," she agreed happily, as she allowed him to pull her towards the kegs, giggling both out of the sheer ridiculousness of the statement and out of how drunk she had managed to become in the interval between arriving with Ollie and finding him again. "I'd love to go to the Waffle House. And for the record," Jessie decided, "I share your school of thought. It is the best solution. But we're drinking first, I have priorities. Can't cure a hangover which doesn't exist in the first place!"

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mitchellmorrison After a while, Mitch forgot about his cigarette and let it burn away between his fingers. He breathed nothing but the smell of lake water, the decaying of plant material, till he felt he was no longer alone. It was her voice which clarified who had disturbed his solitude - a greeting befalling her lips only to go unreturned; the boy exchanging it for a lopsided smile. “Contemplating drowning myself, so I don’t have to listen to a bunch of parasites discuss my sister.” It all felt too false to be understood. Mitch had often viewed his sister beneath a negative lens and she had equally perceived him in return. It had all been so deeply rooted over the years that the angelic image now curated from her disappearance was capable of turning the bile within his stomach. “You should give it a rest, Tate.” He faces her now, his hand untangling itself free from the depth of his pocket to gesture at the device within her grasp. “You can’t seriously believe you’d be the first point of contact, do you?”

"Parasites-?" The hostile tone of voice caught her off guard, and Jessamine for a moment didn't even know what to say, eyes wide. "Um, my name's Jessie," she said eventually, referring to his use of her surname. "Or Jessamine. If you preferred." Somehow, she doubted her correction would do anything to change his mind, but she could attempt regardless. Her stepfather's surname wasn't exactly her favorite thing to be called by, although she supposed Mitch could have come up with something worse. His imagination certainly seemed to be geared towards doing exactly that.

"I don't know what to believe," Jessie said quietly, glancing down at her phone. "I don't see there being any harm trying..." Not that his reminder wasn't accurate, but the bluntness hurt her to her core. He was right, of course. She would never be the first person called, not in this scenario, not in any. As much as she might wish it. "Can I steal one?" She said instead, gesturing to the burned out cigarette in his hand. "I... don't have anything on me."

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task 001 / / initial sitdowns

SHE WAS almost crying as soon as she even stepped through the doorway, eyes watery as Jessamine pulled out the chair and sat down at the table, legs crossed primly, hands clasped in her lap as she attempted to stop herself from fidgeting. Wouldn’t that make her look even more suspicious? Or would a calm demeanour merely serve as its own indicator of guilt? Either way, she supposed there was little she could do but be truthful. She had never been good with authority, nor was Jessamine a particularly good thinker of excuses. And maybe, just maybe, the genuine shock she was experiencing with Greer having been declared officially missing would serve as a demonstration of her absolute innocence. She was alone, no lawyer to back her up - she hadn’t even thought about that until too late - and all she had to give was her own word. It was a shame, she thought for once, that she’d never been a logical thinker. 

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

Uncomfortable, Jessie crossed and uncrossed her legs, biting her lip. Why couldn’t she remember this? Why was it so hard to think back to the start of the summer? Were the drugs having an effect on her longterm memory already, at the age of 21? If she’d have known, if she’d have been told it was important she’d have kept a note of it, but there were just so many meaningless at the time interactions with Greer which had since taken on more significance than she could ever have imagined… “I- I don’t- We talked so much,” Jessie said hastily, voice shaking with nerves. “Like, stupid texts, saying hi on campus…. I guess it must have been right before she left, before summer started…. I can probably check my phone-?”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

“It was… it was right before I left for Florida,” she racked her brain, desperate for more detail, “just before the end of term, I left a little early, um….. I went on May 18th,” she said eventually, pulling the date from the tangle of previous term memories she was struggling to make sense of. “I didn’t stay to watch graduation, uh, there just didn’t seem… Much point. So I said bye to her and that was pretty much it….”

“How well did you know Greer?”

“We were friends,” Jessamine’s tone turned sincere as she leaned forward. “I’d… I suppose you never really know as much as you think you do, but I’d like to think I knew her pretty well. She definitely knew I cared, she knew all about me… I mean, we didn’t have deep conversations a lot, but I knew her well enough. I… sometimes I think maybe she knew me better, but- well.” She cut herself off, nodding as if cementing her words in her own mind as much as in the officer’s. 

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

“It was- It was good,” she exhaled shakily. “Like I said, I was her friend. We did a lot of things together, parties, uh… yeah….” Why couldn’t she think of anything else to say? Why was her mouth failing her now? Jessie was starting to think that perhaps she ought to pause the interview and get a lawyer, that nobody with a law qualification would have allowed her to make such a mess of it. “Just…. Normal college stuff. College girl things. I confided in her…. I trusted her. And I mean, Greer was popular, everyone wanted to be her… it felt like an honor, you know? That she picked me? I just never wanted it to end. Sorry, I mean- I don’t want it to end.”

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

“Uh… I saw her on Julieta’s Instagram,” Jessie offered, hoping to sound at the very least helpful. “Other than that….. I guess not? I sent her texts,” she added quickly, “messages, voicemails…. I didn’t get a reply but I just thought maybe she was caught up travelling or something and she just didn’t have time to say anything to me- I didn’t know if she had plans, but…”

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“No, sir,” Jessamine shook her head violently, adamant to make her point clear, “absolutely never in a million years. I really love Greer, ask anyone, I swear- I just want her back,” she said firmly, an edge of panic taking over her voice. “Truly. I- are people saying I’d want her to disappear? Because I can assure you I don’t, I just want Greer to be okay, I-“ She was rambling now, tears flowing freely down her pale cheeks, and she could have sworn she could see a hint of disgust at her antics on the officer’s face as he reluctantly slid the tissue box her way. 

“Thank you for your time, Miss Tate.”

She didn’t even know how she managed to exit the room, her legs shaking to the point where she didn’t even feel like they belonged to her anymore. One thing was clear in Jessamine’s mind: she had fucked that up to an inordinate extent, and if she hadn’t been a suspect before, she in all likelihood was prime suspect now. In her head, she sent out a silent plea. Greer, just send some sort of message. Let them know what’s happening. Before it’s too late. 

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send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

name: montague ✨ (jessie knows that isn't his actual full name, but she persists regardless)

ringtone: why'd you only call me when you're high (arctic monkeys) - she likes the irony

picture:

last text sent:

jessie: my dearest provider of substances that keep me delightfully insane

jessie: would you please grace me with some of your supply for tonight

jessie: love as ever, jessamine xoxo 😘

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who: open

where: behind the boathouse

when: day after greer being declared missing

"G, I really don't think anyone will be mad," Jessie was speaking frantically into the phone, tone somewhere between distraught and frustrated but certainly distressed, her bitten down fingernails only going to serve this image further, "just ... if you're playing some sort of game, or... or on vacation, or whatever... Please just tell someone you're okay, let me know, this really isn't funny-" Abruptly, she switched her phone off, ending the voicemail, one of many she had sent. (Somehow, she doubted this one would receive a response, more likely it would remain unlistened to, like all her others.) Having realised she was being listened to, her demeanour returned to an imitation of her usual self, and she attempted a smile as she looked for the listener in question. "Hey, what're you doing out here?"

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for: dulce @femmcfatale

where: their bedroom

when: couple days after cops appeared

It perhaps wasn't new for Jessamine to be lying on the sofa staring at the ceiling, but for her to be doing it in the middle of the day rather than at one in the morning, and completely sober, was uncharacteristic. Still, she barely moved to acknowledge her roommate as Dulce walked in, for a second remaining totally still before she spoke, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "Thanks for the heads up," Jessie mumbled. "About the cops."

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derya-sahin open to everyone ! location: the quad

A sunny day welcomed her to yet another day at college. Classes wouldn’t start until a few minutes later and yet Ogden seemed far more busy than usual. Derya sat on one of the few benches, her eyes glued to The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen, a book worth a read, or two. Alas, her peace got interrupted by footsteps just behind her. Looking up, she eventually spotted the police roaming around campus, to which she slightly leaned her head. “They seem to be in a hurry today, do you think they’re onto something?”

“I don’t know,” Jessamine was desperately trying to focus on her sketchbook, scribbling more and more violently as the cops moved in and out of her peripheral vision, throwing her off every single time. “I don’t really know what they would find. I mean, she’s not been back, has she? How is anything she left here before summer going to be relevant? I doubt she planned to go missing....”

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jacqui-velazquez who: open starter where: the quad when: a couple days after greer being declared missing

“It’s eerie, isn’t it?” Jacqui said, shielding their eyes with a large pair of sunglasses as they peered at the cops that were striding towards the faculty building they had been working out of for the week. “The timing of it all. The day after she was...someone, at least, was in posting messages as her. Something is just unsettling,” she mused, glancing towards her phone as if half expecting another message from Greer to appear. After a moment, a shake of their head refocusing their eyes, Jacqui looked up again, offering a small smile. “Sorry. Who am I to say anything? I didn’t actually know her at all.”

“It’s.... it’s unsettling,” Jessamine agreed, uncharacteristically meek as she stared down at her own phone, avoiding even glancing at the cops patrolling the campus. “To say the least.” She wasn’t even sure what words to say if asked to elaborate further, how to describe the feeling of dread she had been living with since the declaration that Greer was officially missing. “I’d like to think it was her,” she said suddenly, biting her lip. “In the group chat. I mean, rich parents overreact, don’t they? And of course the police are gonna go ape shit hunting for an upper class white blonde woman. Probably she’s just gone on some extended vacation without telling her mom and dad... and they freaked out and called the police... and in a couple days she’ll come back with a great tan and a fine for wasting police time, which won’t really matter to her. Right?”

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jaceorson open starter location: the campus beach After finishing his second workout of the day he had two choices; either go back to his dorm and focus on finishing the homework that’s been sitting on his desk and to-do list for two days or soak in the nice weather and head down to the beach. Naturally, he chose the latter. Honestly, anything to avoid the FBI and dogs that were roaming the halls of Alcott seemingly nonstop throughout the day. He threw his gym bag over his shoulder and made his way to one of the best parts of campus, quite possibly his favorite. Once he arrived he placed his towel down into the sand, stripped off his shirt and basked in the glow of the sunlight.

Bedford certainly didn’t have anything like this. His teammates back home would surely be jealous if they could see him now. He stuck his headphones in his ears and turned on his summer vibes playlist. And just when he was nearly asleep he heard a familiar voice that sounded close to him. Through the bright rays of sun and the noise cancellation of his headphones he couldn’t hear much or see much, so he pulled one headphone out, opened one eye and replied, “What’s up?” in a confused tone.

“Oh, I was just apologising,” Jessamine gave another apologetic look, taking a step back. “I nearly stepped on you, I swear it wasn’t on purpose.... see, there was this spider,” she began to ramble, hand gestures embellishing the story, “like just a little baby one, and I could see him scuttling along the sand and I just really didn’t want to squish him so I was trying to step around him and I slipped and ... well, at least I didn’t really step on you,” she finished, grimacing. “Sorry. Again.”

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ogdenaurora “Hey there! Would you like a cookie? I made a bunch and I have a ton leftover,” Aurora confesses as she opens up the large pink tupperware container filled to the brim with the sweetreats. She was currently stading in an empty hall of her dorm complex, hoping that the people walking by would grab a few. If she was being honest with herself, she had been doing lots of stress baking today. The sight of the cops and FBI around campus had everyone on edge, herself included. One way to calm her nerves was being in the kitchen. “They’re pumpkin cheesecake. It’ll totally get you in the fall mood, just sayin’!”

“Pumpkin cheesecake?” Jessie eyed the cookies curiously, although she didn’t take one, merely stopping to chat to Aurora. “How do you make a cookie a cheesecake? Like, is there cheese in the cookie? Or would that make it a cheesecookie? When does a cookie become a cake, anyway?”