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@lovelogan: why yes, i do live under a rock. it's called the moon.

[loganslee]

dare.

“well you’re lucky that you’re my most promising student. my piano legacy is replying on you, lo,” dare responds with raised eyebrows, a soft laugh escaping his lips. he truly didn’t want to get kicked out either. even if she was just joking, dare really would have done whatever he asked just so he could stay in the cabin instead of going back to live with his aunt. “alright, we better get on this shit then,” he says, taking a second to run over the song in his head and bobbing his head from side to side to figure out the arrangement. thanks to logan, he’d heard the star wars theme plenty of times during the duration of the trip. “okay, just do what i do and this should be pretty easy.” with that, dare slowly plays the opening keys to the theme, stating the name of each key out loud as he does so.

LOGAN DIDN’T HAVE an artistic bone in her body, but she was determined and a quick learner. It’s dangerous to put an entire piano legacy on her shoulders, and she tells him so.   “  You might want to find a better student,   ”  She warns, but her eyes follow his hands as they glide across piano keys. The names meant nothing to her, but the positions did, and she wished she could imagine them as something a little more her speed — mathematical formulas, or constellation positions, or gears turning. She listens, attentive as ever, until the song is over, and then she clunks out the first notes — the opening few seconds perfectly, then slower and clunkier, until she dissolved into lapse in memory.   “   Well,   ”   She admitted,   “   I’m no John Williams.   ”

[loganslee]

sabrina.

It wasn’t like Sabrina to make a comment like that in the first place, and she certainly couldn’t keep up with Logan at this rate. Still, hurt radiated through every bone in her body, and she ached just looking at her friend. What happened to them? How could this be her reality? But as she stared daggers at her ex-best friend, Sabrina gulped hard and knew it had to be true. Someone she thought would never hurt her just didn’t care about her at all anymore, and that hurt more than any pain she’d ever felt.

“Screw you, Logan. You might have this fancy house, and your future in astrophysical whatever, but underneath it all you’re just jealous and mean. I can’t believe I was ever friends with you!” Sabrina spat at her. It was the worst she could do while her heard broke.

LOGAN SCOFFED AND shook her head, like she was incredulous, but it was easy to tell, at least for a second, that she was wounded. Expression softened and then crumpled, and her fists balled together, folding over her chest with her chin tucked forward — her M.O. since they were little kids, and Logan would try her hardest not to cry after skinning her knee. Though now there were no band-aids or quivering lips, and Sabrina was the one that had hurt her instead of helping her. 

She knew it was mean: she knew she didn’t mean it, she knew she didn’t want to say it. It might not be a barbed retort, something clever and cruel, but it cut deep because it was true. She was jealous of Sabrina, and she was mean to her because of it. So she brushes off childlike defenses, fists falling to sides instead, because it’s over in an instant as she shifts positions and rolls her eyes.   “   Well, believe it, Sabrina. Because you were. You were here this summer, and the summer before that, and we were best friends. Like — platonic soulmate, friendship bracelet, sleepover every weekend best friends. And ... and you were the one that ruined that! Not me.    ”   She can feel her voice crack, and she has to stop reminiscing, she has to leave, because she won’t let Sabrina of all people see her upset.   “   So you’re right, actually. I’m super jealous of you. Life must be a lot easier when you’re a selfish bitch.   ”

And with that, she was gone. 

[loganslee]

francesca.

though logan was one of the nerdiest people francesca had ever met, she adored her. in a way, she’d taken it upon herself to bring logan out of her shell a little bit more, to doll her up whenever she could and remind her that she was a hot bitch despite her obvious lack of confidence sometimes. “ooooh, controversial, what do you guys think?” she grinned, posing the question to the camera, eyes scanning the flood of comments as they came in. “looks like most people think pluto was fucking robbed, babe, what do you think?”

LOGAN NODDED SOLEMLY, eyeing Francesca’s phone nervously. She couldn’t see the screen, and part of her wondered what they were saying. Francesca was Logan’s friend, sure, but she was also one of the most beautiful people she’d ever seen. And seemingly effortlessly put together — perfect makeup, impeccable hair. Logan suddenly felt very small in her worn Mathletes sweatshirt from high school, hair worn down and plain, face unadorned by makeup. She smiled tightly however, and let out a sigh.   “   They’d be right. It’s a fucking injustice. I got blocked by Neil DeGrasse Tyson on Twitter over this, so I’m pretty confident I’m fighting the good fight.   ”

[loganslee]

sabrina.

@loganslee​ // Sabrina panted as she stumbled toward the house, her entire stature weighed down by an enormous bucket of lake water. Her arms ached under slouched shoulders, but she finally made it to the porch and dropped the bucket, small waves sloshing over the sides as she collapsed beside it. It was hard work, but she was finally ready for her prank – pouring lake water all over Logan’s bed. Sabrina wasn’t sure who she was sharing with, if anyone, but hopefully it was someone from team two!

After several moments, she finally had enough breath to carry the bucket to Logan’s room, but who should appear from around the corner but the heartbreaking betrayer herself! Sabrina scrambled to her feet, trying to block the bucket from view. With crossed arms, she offered her a stiff but not angry, “Hello, Logan.”

LOGAN’S PRANK WAS a little less obvious, and a little more insidious. Sabrina was glued to her phone and social media obsessed if you were to ask Logan — and a prank war meant all out war was also acceptable. Especially war on selfies and Instagram lives. So it was relatively easy to block the IP from Sabrina’s phone from receiving the wifi signal, and they were too high up for any kind of 4G.   “   What’re you doing?   ”   Logan asked, eyebrows quirked in genuine inquisition. The bucket was barely hidden, and Logan could tell there was something Sabrina was concocting, but she couldn’t tell what.   “   You going to douse me in pig’s blood? Prom was a couple years back, Brina, I think you might be late.   ”

[loganslee]

piper.

Piper threw a kind smile at Logan. They knew that they would never actually bring vengeance upon Logan. Francesca, yes, but not Logan. They let out some air, almost a laugh, at the Star Wars reference. The followed Logan to the fireplace, grabbing some of the firewood. “A real wood fire is much better than the heater anyway.” The knelt before the stone fireplace, smiling up at Logan. “Thank you for inviting me to spend break here.”

SHE SHOVED ANOTHER log into the fireplace, lying it carefully in position with what Piper had placed.   “   There’s something kinda rustic about it, right? Like ... it feels like I’m in Little Women, or something, and I’ve got to move my big puffy skirt so I don’t set myself on fire and go all Human Torch. And there’s like, bread baking in the oven, or something.   ”   Another log, and her expression softens, glancing up at Piper with a gentle smile towards them.   “   Of course I invited you. You’re my friend.   ”   That was the reason she’d invited Piper, yes, but the reason she’d invited any of them in the first place is a little more complex — the idea another Christmas, another New Years, spent alone broke her heart. Her mother was in Paris, her father in Los Angeles, and neither of them wanted her around. She could tell. I’m much too busy this time of year, sweetheart. Next year we’ll all be together. 

[loganslee]

sabrina.

Sabrina narrowed her eyes at Logan when she called it “work.” More of the usual. She did her best to bite her tongue, and she had vowed to try especially hard on this trip for the sake of their friends and, more importantly, not getting kicked out the house….however! This was uncalled for. And she was never very good at shutting up anyway.

“Yeah, it is work, and it’s how I get paid. Some of us have to actually work for a living,” she commented snarkily, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth. How would she get wifi now?

LOGAN STOPPED IN her tracks, eyes narrowing. She imagines herself being confrontational, asking what’s that supposed to mean and putting everything all out on the table, an aggressive display of I know what you did. I know that I was used — she can hear herself saying. Are you going to tell all your followers that you’re at her house too? But she doesn’t, she doesn’t say any of that. Instead: she’s mean. She doesn’t like to be mean, she really doesn’t. But the way Sabrina gets under her skin, the way she feels the deep ache of a betrayal in her bones, she HAS to be.   “   Right, and I’m sure you’re so totally distraught that I’m letting everyone stay here, right? You’d rather have pitched in for a shitty Airbnb at the bottom of the mountain.   ”  You’re welcome to leave at any time, she wants to add, but bites her tougue.   “   Regardless, if you say it’s work, it must be. You should enjoy it while it lasts, though.   ”  There’s that tiny voice in her head again. Don’t say it, Logan.   “   Some of us will still be working when we’re not pretty anymore.   ”

[jynandor]

[loganslee]

francesca.

“what’s up, instagram? i’m out here in the middle of the fucking woods with a bunch of nerds i go to school with, but luckily we managed to score a cabin with some sort of internet connection, so you know i have to keep you in the loop,” francesca said, her phone camera centred on her as she begun her first instagram live of the trip. keeping her followers involved in her life was the key to success, she thought, especially when she could catch something noteworthy on camera. double-tapping the screen, she let her ever-increasing audience see the place she was to call home for the next couple of weeks, before eventually, she focused it on another member of the highview u crew. “hey, you!” she called out, grin on her face as she peered out at them from behind the screen, “do something interesting!”

BETWEEN FRANCESCA AND Sabrina, Logan was beginning to wish that Instagram had never been invented. It wasn’t like she didn’t partake in the festivities — it was 2019, but the constant obsession with likes and comments and views ... at the very least confused her. However — unlike Sabrina, she didn’t actually Francesca’s guts. So, at the cry for her to become the entertainer instead of just merely a bystander, she floundered but at least made an attempt.   “   Uhhh,   ”   Just say something.   “   I’m not ... interesting. UH —   ”   She spoke directly to the camera, now, to whatever fans Francesca had listening.   “   What does everyone think about Pluto? Planet? Not a planet?   ”

[loganslee]

dare.

dare truly didn’t mind when people watched him play. if anything, he truly loved the attention and even recognized that he was pretty damn good on the keys. “yeah, you’ve got us covered then,” he responded with a chuckle, leaning back on the piano bench as his hands fell into his lap. “looks like i’ve got some shopping to do then too.” he silently hoped that impromptu piano performances or a cool stick found in the woods would suffice as a present. “yeah, yeah, sit. let’s get this over with,” dare agreed in a fake annoyed tone, even though he clearly was excited to teach her. he scooted over on the bench just enough for logan to take a seat and patted the open space with his hand.

LOGAN BUMPED HER shoulder into his as she sat, frowning at the mock annoyance in his tone.   “   If you don’t want to cater to my every whim, you know where the door is,   ”  She added, adjusting herself on the bench and staring at the keys. Clearly, she had no idea where to start.   “   Go ahead, work your magic. Transfer the information to me. Through osmosis, maybe, so I don’t have to do too much.   ”   She remembered a few keys, vaguely, from the piano lessons she’d been forced into as a child by her mother insisting she did something else than the math homework two grades above her and watching Star Trek reruns, but her begrudging attendance moreso meant it was in one ear and out the other. 

[loganslee]

piper-ycung‌:

Piper pursed their lips at Logan for a moment. They thought Logan would have made sure the heat was on, but they knew that with finals it may not have been easy. Though a bit of a hot head at times, Piper cooled off in the cold air. “You’ve got ten minutes.” They joked, sticking out a gloved finger from their blanket. “Though we should totes start an actual fire.”

LOGAN NODDED AND shifted from one foot to the other, glancing at the thermostat again, still reading a number all too low.   “   Oh, I’ll be counting down the moments until you find me and seek mighty vengeance against me from it being too cold. But — hey, if it all goes awry, we can totally find some Tauntauns to sleep in.   ”   Another cringeworthy Star Wars reference, but it seems to add some extra bounce to Logan’s step as she beckons Piper to follow. The duo walks into the huge living room, where a big stone fireplace sits on one end of it.   “   I —   ”   says Logan,   “   Brought in a bunch of firewood before it snowed. Won’t make things with the actual heater any better, but ...   ”   She trailed off, and turned to Piper, passing a log off to them.

[loganslee]

sabrina.

Sabrina had no idea what Logan meant, but she would never give her the satisfaction of knowing that. She at least had enough to use context clues here, and in the context of her BFF suddenly hating her guts, Brina knew it couldn’t be anything good. Especially when Logan sounded like that. Brina knew her inside out, and that was not her nice voice. Loftily, Sabrina crossed held her head up high and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it is kind of my job, so I’m a little worried about it. So does the cabin have wifi or not?”

LIPS PURSE AND eyes remain cast downward, arms folding across her chest too — not in indignant rebuttal, but as if she’s cold. Her jacket is warm and the sun of mid-day beats down on her back, but it’s like things are suddenly much more ... freezing.   “   Things haven’t changed since the last time you were here,   ”   Logan says quietly, though even mumble words are accentuated with the puffs of warm air that create clouds in the cold air.   “   So, yeah. You can get back to ...   ”   She pauses.   “   uh, ‘ work ’ — ” She feels mean as she’s doing it, the air quotes around the word, but she swallows that part of her and flashes a big, bright smile as Sabrina.   “   ... as soon as I turn the router on. I wouldn’t want your fans to miss you too badly.  ”         Like some people did. 

[loganslee]

dare.

he’d been sitting at the piano for about half an hour, playing whatever song came to mind. nothing in the world made him happier than the fact the cabin actually had a piano because there was no way in hell he was going to lug his keyboard to the cabin without complaining about it for days on end. just as dare was about to transition into a christmas song, he suddenly stopped playing as a thought flashed in his head. “so… were we supposed to get each other gifts for the holidays?” dare sincerely questions, eyebrows raised as the hand not shoved in his pocket toys with a lighter. “because if so, i didn’t plan for that shit.”

LOGAN LEANED AGAINST the piano, not so much as to bother dare, but because it made her feel like the protagonist in some movie with too few time travel plots for her to be interested in. something fancy, maybe french, that her dad would like.   “   um, MY present to you all is letting you stay here rent free.   ”   her smile remained bright.   “   but obviously i got everything someone else. and i’ll take ...   ”   she tapped a lone piano key closest to her for emphasis.   “   you teaching me how to play the star wars title theme. which really, if you think about it, is another gift to you.   ”

[loganslee]

rosalie.

with her suitcase trailing behind her as she pulls it along, rosalie glances around the admittedly gorgeous cabin. “ an isolated, huge cabin in the woods in the middle of winter. a group of youngsters planning to get wasted and have a wild night, in the middle of nowhere at a cabin in the woods. why is that every horror movie ever ? ” the film buff wonders aloud.

UNLIKE HER COMPANION, logan was absolutely glowing at the idea of weeks spent in the cabin. summers had been spent there, catching fireflies by the lake and zooming across it on whatever shiny speedboat her father had, sleeping with the windows open to allow a breeze in that smelled sweetly of pine. it was somehow better in the winter, with a fresh blanket of snow glistening on tree branches, and the lake nothing but a beautiful frozen stretch of land her imagination could never quite conjure up.    “   if it makes you feel better,   ”   she said brightly.   “   i don’t think jason vorhees is much of a winter guy.   ”

[loganslee]

sabrina.

As soon as the car pulled up to the cabin, Sabrina dashed out the door, practically falling over herself in her hurry to clamber out. She raised her cell phone to the sky, desperate for any connection. One bar. Okay, she was desperate for even better connection than that. “Somebody tell me there’s wifi in the house!” she cried.

EYES FLICK TO sabrina as she steps out of the driver’s side of the big van, keys jangling with every step — full of, of course, the keys to the cabin and the car, in addition to a multitude of novelty keychains.   “ why?   ”   eyes don’t meet the other’s as boots crunch on snow and they trail behind the group. it’s a few feet, but it feels like a mile as sabrina walks painstakingly slowly, arm extended towards the blue expanse above them. it really was beautiful out here.   “   afraid if you go twenty minutes without an instagram story, the multi-level marketing ladies will send out tax collectors?   ”   her voice is light, but the expression on her face and the crack of bitterness at the tail end of the sentence shows she’s not really joking this time. 

[loganslee]

piper.

The inside of the cabin was much colder than Piper expected. Sure, it was much below freezing outside, but they had imagined, hoped, that the owner of the cabin would have turned the heat on before the group of friends arrived. Wrapping themselves in a blanket, the young brunette walked around the cabin, getting a feel of the place. It was beautiful, secluded, just what they needed after the long semester had passed. Two productions had proven too many for the theater major, and they were more than excited to be done. Stepping into the small kitchen, they looked for a thermostat. “Is there even a fucking heater in this house?”

IF YOU ASKED logan, piper was being so dramatic. everyone was, but them especially, about the fact that the home was freezing. she’d asked her parents to make sure the heat was ready to be flipped on, but alas ... well, no one had been in the house in a while, except for her — last month to ensure that the thin layer of dust was taken care of. her own jacket was still on, hat and mittens too, but still, she lets out a scoff. she could see her breath.   “   yeah, yeah. it’ll be a little more chestnuts roasting on an open fire and a little less HOTH if you just like ... give it ten.   ”

[loganslee]

hey gamers ! this is meredith, aka the better admin. she or they pronouns, but i prefer they, 19, and from the best state of them all, new jersey. i know, i know, hold your applause. if you want to hmu for plots, i’m on d*scord in our lovely server where i’ll probably answer quicker and also feel free to slide into my dms. but for now, let me give you the world’s QUICKEST rundown on logan because i am literally writing this seven minutes before we open ,,, the most prepared. 

logan is the world’s biggest geek ever. something nerdy, name it and she loves it. star wars, star trek, superheroes, dungeons and dragons ... whatever. she’s a fuckin DORK and that’s what matters. she gets very excited about these things. 

tw drinking & slight drug tw // but she’s also a bit of a partier. loves drinking, smoking pot, going to parties. she’s not really a hookup person, but rather a serial short term romantic, where she falls deeply head over heels for a guy and decides to woo him, only to get bored a few weeks later. she’s, however, hooked up with plenty of people, including girls because she’s #bisexual but is WAY too nervous around girls to work her dating magic on them. she gets a little flustered and tongue tied if it goes into romantic talks. 

logan’s parents are the one’s that own the cabin. her dad is a pretty well known director in hollywood, and her mom is a model probably 10 years his junior. they’re not famous enough that people know her, but they’re famous enough that they’re never really home and her sad little only child ass gets lonely, especially around holidays. that’s where everyone comes in to their fancy cabin, a summer home that she’s dubbed their winter wonderland for the next weeks. 

she’s extremely science oriented, and thus is probably a bit of a disappointment to her very artsy parents. she LOVES all things space, and will not hesitate to go on huge long tangents about her interests. 

she takes very little seriously except for school. everything is a joke to her, and she can be reckless and not think about other people’s feelings when making a joke or expressing how she feels. she’s usually a total sweetheart but just sometimes values honesty and a good puncline over being nice 

the fact that i didnt post any wcs, make any playlist or pinterest or anything. clown or flop? you decide. BUT regardless i would love to screech loudly over our muses together, so gimme it all <3333 see u lovebugs in the discord or on the dash!!!

[brooklyn99-daily]