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julianewin:
There’s no such thing as a perfect boy, but there were plenty of perfect desserts to make her happy. “There’s no such thing as going crazy when it comes to Sugar Daddy. Everything here is amazing it’s so difficult to choose just one.” The sweet smell of the bakery was enough to put a huge grin on Juli’s face. Luckily for her, the line began to get even longer after they reached the counter. “We came at just the right time! I didn’t think there would be enough by the time we got to the register.”
Shyly, Juli opened the box of treats at Lyric’s offer and grabbed a smaller piece of a Brownie Bat Truffles. As soon as she took a bite, a smile formed on her face. “Wow! They’ve really outdone themselves. It taste so good.” Juli said before finishing her brownie. “I also have some great news to share.” Juli paused for dramatic effect. “I got into veterinary school because of your mentorship!”
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❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐘. My mams raised me with some very southern hospitality rules, and the first is always to share, so, seriously help yourself. ❞ Grinning, she slid the box towards Juli, still working on that same truffle she’d grabbed herself. She could taste why everyone was in a rush to get a few of the treats for themselves, and had to imagine the hype would only continue to grow as larger holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas crept up around the corner. Which struck a chord of excitement within Lyric as she thought of the winter wonderland of jingle bells and Christmas decorating that was only two months away now. She was already so behind on her present buying!
❝ Wait –– what? Really? ❞ Lyric’s eyes widened, flabbergasted for a moment before bursting into a cheek-to-cheek, mega-watt smile. From around the table, she reached over to give Juli a sisterly hug. ❝ That’s amazing, I’m so –– that’s really spectacular, Juli! You should be so proud of yourself. Heck, I’m so proud of you. Wow, I think I might be getting a little misty-eyed now, and everything. Well, I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll be leaving Penny’s, but if it does, we’ll be sorry to lose you, but happy to see you go onto better things. And hopefully see you come back with a degree? ❞
silas-morgan:
Location: Farmer’s Market Time: 9 am / Sunday Status: open / @mysticstarter
Silas’ eyes were cast down to his phone in one hand, catching up on his morning news briefing—noting nothing interesting in particular—while the other held his coffee. His eyes immediately flicked to the side at a crisp green piece of paper, bearing the familiar portrait of Abraham Lincoln, and someone unceremoniously shoving their hand either in a wallet or pocket—he couldn’t tell—only a couple of feet ahead of him. Silas quickly pocketed his phone and picked the bill up from the ground, approaching them with an extended hand. “My daily horoscope did say I’d come into great fortune today…or this could be yours.”
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃, and found herself face to face with a five dollar bill. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, the immediate action being to rifle through her pockets, only to find that: yep, her change was gone. ❝ I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re dead on. I have to be better with these things, I guess. Thank you. ❞ She gratefully accepted the money, and put it away –– properly, this time. Shifting her tote full of vegetables higher onto her forearm, she examined him. ❝ Don’t think a lot of people would hand back a five dollar bill –– I’m guessing you’re a... Taurus? Sorry, I don’t know a lot about astrology. ❞
ellabirdxx:
The box is huge enough to make Ella gasp when Lyric saunters in with an exclamation louder than the little bell above the door. She immediately stands and rushes to help her friend, but she has the box on the ground and a wrist across her forehead before she’s close enough to extend a hand. Lyric has always been smooth like that. Ella appreciates the consistency.
“You didn’t have to force her,” she says with a laugh, though she’s curious to know what was brought along. Hopefully there would be something worthy of making Aunt Tessa’s book, her ancestors proud. “We’re helping her, right? You said she was a bit of a hoarder.” Which was something that she could identify with now. She has all sorts of things that she doesn’t need to keep, but she will for the sake off — well, safekeeping?
Bright green eyes light up and flicker up to meet Lyric’s gaze at the mention of doughnuts. Suddenly the box isn’t as interesting anymore. Give it ten minutes. She hasn’t eaten either. “You did not! You’ll spoil me. What a good friend you are!”
The fact that Cohen curled up on her couch on more than one occasion didn’t surprise her. In fact, it brings a smile to her lips. “Did he make you breakfast? He’s good at that.” She motions to the desk stacked with books and papers. She pulled out an extra seat this morning just for her. “I can get you coffee. Do you still take cream?”
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❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓. But yes, we’re definitely helping her. This junk’s been taking up too much room in our attic and maybe now going up there won’t give me as many creeps –– warning you, there’s a lot of beanie babies and porcelain miniatures in here. My grandma’s a whiz at going to yard sales and picking up the weirdest stuff, so I’m sure there’s something in here you’ll find interesting! ❞ Lyric gave the box a wary glance. ❝ Maybe some of my baby teeth, who knows! ❞
She wouldn’t put it out of the realm of possibility, as odd as it was. Taking the oferred seat, Lyric sat and pulled out the small box of donuts she’d brought along, twin circles of plain glazed and chocolate dipped, four in total. ❝ I went with the safest options, because I wasn’t sure–– oh, I actually try not to drink coffee too often anymore, but if you have tea, I’ll take some? If not, that’s fine! ❞ She waved away any presumption that Ella had to wine and dine her and reached for a donut. Mid-bite, she held a hand up to her mouth, and behind its guard said, ❝ Sometimes –– but he’s usually pretty wrecked to sleep on my couch in the first place, so I’m often having to do it. Which sucks for him because I’m still vegan, and he’s still not. Some things never change, I guess. ❞
alextcte:
CW: Fire mention
“Yeah, kind of…” As Alex paid, he found himself instantly lost in thought, his very features coloured with embarrassment. He’d been referred to as many things.. shy, awkward, quiet… offensive, though? That was most definitely a first, and truthfully, it made him overly conscious of everything he said to his counterpart going forth. If only he was the type not to overthink such things, but alas.. and then she mention the fire, causing Alex to go quiet. Townspeople very rarely mentioned the event that occurred, so it was surprising to note how easily such words fell from her lips. “I, um.. well, I’ve heard things about it, but I don’t really ask all that often ‘cause I know it’s uh.. well, a touchy topic, to say the least.”
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❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄... 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 –– when it comes to the fire. I know it’s somewhat of a taboo, but my grandparents who raised me –– they were really affected by it. Up until this day. I figure since you’re something of an outsider, you won’t be upset if I joke about it. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t, of course. I don’t know, I suppose it’s kind of messed up to make light of it, huh? ❞ She took a sip from her coffee, and when it didn’t burn her tongue, a bigger one. ❝ But feel free to ask me anything you want. I don’t consider it a touchy subject. It’s a horrible, terrible thing that happened, that never should have –– but it’s still something that happened. I honestly think we should talk about it more, to try and heal from it. But hey, live and let live. ❞
arya-grey:
Like Lyric, Arya could hardly fathom the idea of children. In the back of her mind, a family was always something she had secretly wanted, but something she knew she’d never have. Mostly because she didn’t believe in the idea of marriage. How could she trust that her partner wouldn’t walk out on her, leaving her all alone to tend to the little ones? It just wasn’t happening. But before Arya had time to voice her agreement, Lyric’s confession stopped her dead in her tracks.
Marcus Turner? Of all people, her best friend had a thing for Marcus Turner? Eyes widening, Arya couldn’t help but think back to their conversation at the wedding. She had, had many realizations about him in recent years and she had finally had the guts to voice them. But despite his begging, the man hadn’t liked what he’d heard. “Oh… Oh god. Lyric, I know I’m probably going to sound like everyone else in town when I say this, but you really should stay away from him.” She was prepared for her friend’s questions, and even the assumption that Arya was mad at her because of the affair. But the truth was, her opinion was far more personal. “There’s just… There’s something you should know. Marcus.. He doesn’t have good intentions. All that matters to him is sex. He told me that himself, back in high school. Before we slept together. Before I adopted the mindset that it was better to fuck and feel something physical than to feel the pain that comes with love. He’s the one who taught me that.”
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. Marcus’ reputation in Mystic was infamous. But maybe in some stupid way she’d been hoping for some kind of measly reassurance. It seemed impossible at this rate to meet anyone who actually liked Marcus Turner. And while that should have deterred her, and reasonably might have years ago, things had changed. What no one understood was, as terrible as Marcus could be, Lyric saw much of that in herself. Only her awful was disguised, wasn’t it? It was hidden behind sweet-as-honey smiles. She handled animals all day, and wore lemon-yellow dresses to work, and had the nicest grandparents in the world, so didn’t that make her a good person? She didn’t think so. But then again, her grandparents weren’t always the best people either –– nice didn’t always mean good.
Avoiding sounding disappointed was harder than she expected, but she nodded, slowly. She didn’t want to sound stupid, didn’t want to look it in the eyes of Arya, but... ❝ He’s not the same person he was all those years ago, Arya. Look, I would never minimize what happened to you, or what you went through emotionally. I wouldn’t even ask you to forgive him, but... isn’t it possible he changed? I know he’s not always a nice guy, trust me, I’m not stupid but –– maybe it’s his failed marriage, or the fact that he’s going to be a dad, but he’s different. He really is. ❞
forresteverly:
What was her name again? It was on the tip of his tongue as he listened along to her retelling of the story. Was it Wednesday? No, that had been the Addams girl… “Listen here…. you…” he begins, attempting his best to sound stern and in character, “I know you weren’t a favorite of Miss J, and I know you planted that necklace. At least… I think.” Lyric was one of his good friends, but even so, the whole festivities of the murder mystery event had him scared to be around her.
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏. She’d visibly seen Forrest struggling with her in character name, before effectively bailing completely on it last minute. ❝ Hey, Mr. Gardener, that’s not fair! I didn’t plant no necklace anywhere! In fact, I was thinking you were framed. Now I’m worried you’re framing me! ❞ A single hand settled onto her hips, while her chin cocked and a finger came to rest thoughtfully against her jawline. She looked, aptly enough, like a Daphne Blake sort of fill-in... but dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. There were layers to this murderous onion. ❝ F- Gardener man you can’t seriously think I did it! ❞
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PENNY’S HALLOWEEN PET COSTUME CONTEST! ROUND ONE!
STOP BY PENNY’S TO VIEW ALL THE CUTEST OF PALS, AND SPOOKIEST OF FLOOFS AND VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE! Each vote also enters you for a chance to win a 50$ gift certificate to a small Mystic-based business of your choice! Winner’s of the costume contest get 100$ off their next Penny’s visit!
THE CONTESTANTS ARE:
doug as mr spooky
coco as the bumblebee
mochi as cereberus the mighty
minnie as princess leia-zerd
pepper as spock
jojo as queen cleo-catra
THE WINNER OF PENNY’S ANNUAL HALLOWEEN PET COSTUME CONTEST IS... WITH A RESOUNDING 4 VOTES OUT OF 11 VOTES... CEREBERUS THE MIGHTY!!
Mochi’s a 3 year old Corgi who loves vanilla ice cream and laying in the sun! Congratulations Mochi! You deserved it!
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Sugar Daddy 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 2pm October 31st 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃: @julianewin
❝ 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. ❞ The platter she held was visual proof of that –– she’d gotten herself vegan versions of certain treats, and the rest for Juli. It’s on me, she’d insisted, already whipping out her credit card. A packed box was saved for the other staff back at Penny’s. Picking up a vegan version of the Brownie Bat Truffles, Lyric took a small bite. Immediately both her brows lifted with surprise. Behind her hand, she said, ❝ These are so good! You gotta try ‘em! ❞ Setting the rest of it down, she wiped away a few moist crumbs. ❝ Wow –– that was definitely worth the wait of ordering. Did you see that line? People from all over town must have come for these! ❞
cvhens:
[11:25] SMS → Lyric: wtf r u talking abt
[11:26] SMS → Cohen: MURDER COHEN. Fake murder. But still! I’m at Mara Jacob’s murder mystery party and my character just got murdered! [11:26] SMS → Cohen: She’s giving away this super fancy car which I don’t even want, but now I want to win out of spite!
the-mara-j:
Mara let out an incredulous laugh at “The Weekday”’s accusation. “Thieves?” This particular dynamic was a parody off all those articles that had accused Mara of being “the female Weeknd” even though she was making songs about drugs, sex, and toxic relationships long before people even knew who the fuck that Canadian was. While many people wouldn’t get a lot of her choices in characters, as long as she knew, she was laughing to herself about it. “First of all, I didn’t take ‘liberties’, I simply made what you wrote better. Much better, actually, to the point where they weren’t even your lyrics anymore. Second, you’re doing terrible at proving your innocence. How do I know you didn’t kill me just for some Billboard awards?” she challenged.
Maybe Mara had the wrong impression of the locals in this town she’d kept for the past year she had been living here. More people in town were actually fun that she realized. She took a sip of her grape juice. “Nope, the last thing I remember is minding my business and drinking my wine. I don’t recall anyone acting suspicious before that. Although, I do remember The Pebble (@elijahcampos) coming out of the kitchen just before I went in there to get my glass of wine, so maybe that’s a little suspect.”
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂’𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐒 –– and failing. Though one thing was niggling at the back of her mind, something that she couldn’t quite grasp yet. She focused on ❝ Miss J’s” sentiments and faked a scoff. Mara was really doing quite the job getting into her role, but Lyric supposed that was part of being famous –– surely, the musician had acted in some capacity before. Or maybe this role hit a little close to home. Whatever it was, it was working. ❝ Why would I tell you any of that if I was the one who killed you anyway? And how dare you! My songs about –– uh... raising dogs in the Brooklyn are iconic amongst my elite fan group. The... Weekday Workers. ” She fought not to snort then. Oh, shit, she should have said the Weekdayers; that was much better. Oh well. ❝ Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised if The Pebble did it. A name like that just screams serial killer. Wouldn’t be surprised if one of us dropped dead next, ❞ she said in an offhand comment. ❝ The wine didn’t taste funny or anything? That’s so... weird... ❞ The thought had connected. An unexpected spark of inspiration. Almost breaking character, ‘The Weekday’ turned to fully face Miss J. ❝ I have a thought... Did you ever have a thing for The Pebble? Or –– did he ever have a thing for you? Similarly, did him and Mr. Greenthumb have any issues in the past? ❞
SMS → Cohen!
[11:20] SMS → Cohen: I just got murdered. MURDERED COHEN. In cold blood! [11:22] SMS → Cohen: Honestly though, no clue who the killer is but now I want to get them just out of spite.
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the-mara-j:
Mara was leaning against the doorway, watching everyone investigate in the parlor. Watching Dorothy from Kansas over here shift into different accents was hilarious, though Mara tried to maintain her composure. “You’re damn right I was talented,” she interjected, before taking a sip of her fake wine. She had never drank so much grape juice in her life. “Funny you’re saying all this now, instead of to my face though, Weekday. You feel that bad I’m dead? Or –” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “– are you just trying really hard to make it seem like you don’t have a motive?”
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❝ 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 –– although, ❞ she added, with additional edge, ❝ clearly that doesn’t mean gone. Even if you did take some liberties with lyrics that weren’t your own... even thieves deserve justice in my opinion. Plus I could write some great songs based off singlehandedly solving your murder. ❞ She was having too much fun with this role. Lyric hoped Mara knew just how thankful she was for the chance to not be herself, and how hard it was not to burst out laughing half way through this play. ❝ You don’t remember anything about who did it? Really? ❞
benholdcr:
Having parked himself at the ashtray outside of the Town Hall entrance for the time being, Ben was honestly finding a good deal of entertainment at the passer-bys who were entering and exiting the building’s annual haunted mansion exhibition. Another great turn-out for one of the more thrilling offerings, and of course Jonathan Holder would be pleased seeing the on-going crowds. After all, there was an array of more scared, fearful expressions and those who’d come along with them offering assuring, convincing statements to overhear. Just as he flicked his lighter open to ignite a new cigarette, a brow rose as it seemed another was potentially approaching towards him. “Woah, looks like you saw a ghost” Ben casually commented. Might as well join in some at this point with the Halloween spirit clearly surrounding the area, and the entire town for that matter.
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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍 –– but a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. ❝ Really, Ben? I ought to boo you off the stage, ❞ Lyric countered. ❝ What do you think of my costume, huh? ❞ Penny’s had closed about an hour ago, and after getting dressed as Dorothy, she’d decided to take a stroll and visit the annual haunted house. She offered him her wicker basket. ❝ Trick or treat? C’mon reach out, you might get something good. ❞ She’d snuck in a few plastic spiders for fun, though she doubted those would get a rise out of her friend.
camilagvrcia:
“Very.. but a pain in my ass, also. At least I can drive the car in peace without being asked to wait out in the cold while she fucks John Mayor,” a weighted sigh escapes her chest, peering over at The Weekday in sheer curiousity, a casual bite of her lower lip before continuing. “What do you think about that wine, though?” This party was just far too fun, genuinely thankful the town goddess, Mara Jacobs, had hosted it in the first place. Arching a brow some, she analyses the mannequin before them in search of clues, hoping that she can gain useful information from Lyric in the hopes that she could get ahead. “What if she wasn’t the one drinking it?”
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❝ 𝐒𝐎 –– 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄? ❞ Lyric quirked an eyebrow watching her reaction carefully. There was a thought in the back of her head, I’ve got this in the bag! ❝ You can be honest with me –– I know she must have been a lot day to day. –– The wine? Obviously it was poisoned right? Maybe arsenic? I think it comes in liquid and powdered form... The lover’s poison I think it’s called in some circles. ❞ She paused, and wondered at the insinuation the driver had made. ❝ That’s interesting... but it doesn’t explain how Miss J would have died if that wasn’t her glass. Unless! Unless the murderer deliberately left it there to distract from the real method of murder... ❞ Lyric’s brow furrowed with deep contemplation. ❝ Unless! If you’re the killer, maybe you’re saying this to throw me off the scent, hmm? ❞
ohtragcdy:
HANA IS HAVING TOO MUCH FUN . she’s been trying to gather as many hints as possible , from as many different people as possible . the acting is goofy , but GOOD . the entire storyline is elaborate and makes hana’s ( tipsy ) mind spin a little . she’s trying to keep up as best as she can , but she’s never been the smartest person in any room . she jumps slightly , startled , at the voice murmuring to her . a grin breaks out across her features , which she tries to bite back to keep the momentum going . “ VERY TRAGIC . “ she agree’s . “ i mean . . murdered in her own home ? and the body looks UNTOUCHED . “ she glances at the mannequin again , and feels something flash inside of her suddenly . her own memory . real as anything . . . a body on the floor . hana shakes her head , clearing her throat and turning back to the game and the girl before her . “ very strange . “
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❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, ❞ Lyric agreed, eyeing the stranger ( both in game and out ) with suspicion. Breaking character for just a moment, she whispered, ❝ I’m Lyric by the way –– I don’t think we’ve met before but I’m sorry if my character is suspicious of you. It’s not personal! ❞ And with that she was back into character, moving closer to eye the body with apprehension.
❝ I have nothing to base this on except the found bottle of wine and the fact that she was clearly not stabbed or choked or anything –– must have been poison! Tell me –– ❞ at that, she pauses and tries to recollect who this woman was in game. ❝ Okay breaking character again –– I’m so sorry but I think I forgot who you are in game! ❞