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monet alexandria rousseau 1989. she/her. the quiet survivor. jasmine cephas jones lookalike.

[monetrousseau]

In Kismet Harbor, they’re known for being gentle in a way that lingers—soft-spoken, observant, and deeply empathetic, with a quiet strength that makes people underestimate how much she’s already carried.

Life Now: Working steady jobs while building a grounded life in Kismet Harbor, caring for her grandmother, maintaining a long-term connection with her daughter’s adoptive family, and continuing to rebuild a sense of self after years of loss and transition Home Base: Driftwood Haven, Kismet Harbor—a modest shared home with her grandmother, filled with routine, memory, and quiet familiarity What They Do: Florist at Belle Blossoms and photographer, moving between arranging beauty in the present moment and preserving it through her lens, often without realizing how much emotional weight she’s translating Their World: Her grandmother, Ruby (her lifelong anchor and constant), Blythe’s adoptive family, and the quiet, ongoing presence of a daughter she carries in memory and weekly visits Where You’ll Find Them: Picking up orders for bouquets or sorting flowers by colors at Belle Blossom, or repeating the same process at Blooming Acres Garden Center, or buying hydrangea bushes to help bring some color to her grandmother's home. Bellevue Assembly Hall is where she tends to unwind, music from the local shows playing on repeat in her head for hours, or cheering the loudest at Lilypad Theater where she's contemplated offering her voice to help write some of the music but hasn't branched out to ask yet.

Community: Art of Photography · Compassionate Friends · Cozy Cinema What People Don’t See: How much of her life has been shaped by absence—people leaving, moments ending, and love changing form rather than disappearing. She is steady now, but that steadiness was built out of grief, sacrifice, and learning how to keep going even when it hurt to stay present in her own life. Their Anchor: Blythe—the child she loved enough to let go of, and continues to love in every quiet way she still shows up.

MONET ALEXANDRIA ROUSSEAU - GOOGLE DOC

[tannerkohli]

With the childhood she'd had, Tanner had been used to not having a concrete place to be settled. Now in her adulthood, the instability of always traveling had become baked into her DNA in a lot of ways. "The times I'm not at work at the exhausting times, yeah. I'd stay on the road all year if I could," she shrugged. Her head tilted to the side, a flicker of surprise in her eyes at the compliment that came from Monet. Of all people to give her any level of compliment, she'd never have expected it from Monet. "I didn't have Monet Rousseau hitting me on my bingo card this year, but I'll take it." A smirk flashed across her lips as she spoke, head shaking as if mystified by the conversation as a whole. Tanner lifted her beer back to her lips to take a long sip as Monet talked about why she was in town. "You and the rest of this fucking town. Apparently no one can stay away for long."

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[monetrousseau]

"That's -" she paused, shaking her head. "One way to live I guess." she added with a shrug. She wasn't the type to speaking negatively on someone else's way of living even if it wasn't her way. Everyone was different after all, and if the brunette preferred to travel, Monet wasn't going to say anything. Even if she didn't understand why. She'd for sure become a home body over the last few years. It was only when the other made a big deal about the other's words forming a compliment. She were honest through and through, and if hyping up someone she was a way to express that she'd do it. Even if that person was Tanner Kohli. "Consider this your one and only." she admitted, eyes focusing on the other. "But you're right. I've learned in the year I've been back that no one can stay away." she nodded. @tannerkohli

[omarxmorrison]

starter for @monetrousseau

location: belle blossoms

During his time as both a football star and tattoo artist, he had learned a lot of things. He used to read a defense on the field in seconds and talk to reporters without actually saying anything. How to perfect the fine line. But what he had not learned was how to to buy flowers. And that was how he found himself standing in the middle of Belle Blossoms, looking completely out of place. His arms were loosely crossed over his chest as he stared at a display in front of him. Roses were obvious. Lilies felt serious. At the sound of someone else's footsteps, he turned, seeing the woman that worked there. "Is there some sort of secret flower language that everyone knows about except me?" Omar much preferred to have an actual reference for the work he was doing when possible but he was finding it difficult.

[monetrousseau]

The other's voice made Monet smile a little. Not because he both looked and sounded lost in the middle of this flower shop, but because she could tell that whatever brought him out here must have been important. In more cases than not, the men that came out here for flowers or plants were often accompanied by a female who was picking out more things than their cart or the male could hold, but, this was obviously not the case for this man. "I'd like to say no, but, I think to some degree there actually is some sort of flower language." she laughed, shaking her head again. In her own hand was a calla lily, a flower that she'd grown to recommend to a lot of people that wanted something they could just plant and forget about. This one in particular had been mixed with some roses that clearly had been misplaced. "I will just say, as much as I love looking at roses, if you want a bouquet to mean something, stay away from them." she added with a shrug. "Very common for people that want to buy flowers that don't actually mean anything." she paused again. "Are you looking for a premade one or something more custom?" @omarxmorrison

[rubyelliot]

Ruby couldn't help but laugh, though she was sure that after the two weeks they were gone, it could happen. "I mean, it could happen. I have to go to New York for the week for work. So, you'll be stuck with my husband all week." Ruby trusted Monet more than anyone. They had been best friends for so long here. They had gone through so much together. "I mean, at this point you're like his second wife anyway." The three of them were as close as friends, and always spent time together when they weren't busy. "You're basically his second wife at this point." Ruby laughed a little as she held up the card, now trying to make out what was written. "Oh, we did use ice, didn't we?" The memory of making them come back to her, but slowly. "I guess if anything, we can look up a recipe. AI and Google are good for that now. Back when we wrote this, we didn't have as much access to the internet." More so, it wasn't as easy to look things up then, the internet had been slower and less developed. "Hey, I have some in the freezer with your name on it if you want." Ruby always had extra blueberry lemon poundcake on hand just in case. @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

At the mention of her being left in town with Riley for a week, Monet groaned, though she didn't truly mean anything by it. "Ugh you're leaving me alone with a man." she exaggerated the words, knowing as well as Ruby did that not only did Monet adore Riley, she also didn't have a problem with men. At least not the good ones, which Riley Elliot was. It was only when her friend made the joke about her being his second wife that Monet shuttered. "If I get to reap the benefits of his cooking, starting an argument when I need to let out some anger and spend extra time flirting with his wife I'll be your sister wife all day long. Just don't expect me to sleep with him. That's all you." she cackled. "Never in a million years." Monet Rousseau believed in girl code in every sense of the word. As their attention returned back to the recipe, Monet let herself think for a moment. "My memory is shit these days. Too much trauma floating around up here." she admitted, eyes glancing at the card and then searching her pockets for her cell phone which was currently missing in action. "We may have to look it up." she stated. "Because I just know this smudge is the most important ingredient and I can't have us messing something this good up." though she paused at the mention of blueberry lemon poundcake in the freezer. "So when I leave you're going to go seduce your man and you aren't going to ask any questions when I leave, kay?" @rubyelliot

[berkanxyilmaz]

He took a deep breath. "Usually the latter." Berkan said, moving his glass in a circle and the liquid inside swirling around. He did love his sister, but this was definitely making her a pain in his ass. As she asked him what he liked to read, he shrugged. "Mostly classic literature. Some newer things, but I like Harper Lee, Henry James, or Edgar Allen Poe." He didn't read too much newer stuff, but sometimes he would dabble in it. He nodded as she listed her hobbies. "Definitely is an expensive hobby." He shuffled in his seat. "What do you bake?" @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

"I can't say I understand that feeling personally but you know, I know enough about siblings to know that they're literally only born to be a pain in the ass. That's why I'm happy I grew up as an only child." As far as she knew she were an only child; she hadn't talked to her parents in many years at this point. Not since she'd been kicked out at seventeen. And despite living with her grandmother she didn't ask about them, even if she did talk to them weekly. "Edgar Allen Poe was my favorite in high school." she admitted, having signed up for a poetry club specifically because she'd loved his work so much. "Annabell Lee still makes me emotional if I think about it for too long." she paused, eyes shifting from the hole she'd been staring in the table towards the other. "As for baking-" a pause. "Whatever I have all the ingredients for." she admitted. "Pastry type things seem to be my specialty though." @berkanxyilmaz

[rileyjelliot]

Who: @monetrousseau and Riley

Where: Riley and Ruby's house

When: May 2026

When he wasn't working, Riley liked to keep himself busy. Whether that was working out and staying active or working on a project, one that either he was interested in or that Ruby asked him to do. Today he was tackling on making a fire pit in their bsckyard, and adding some chairs so during the cooler nights they could utilize the space. As he heard the doorbell, he completely forgot he had asked for Monet's help with picking things out, the color scheme and everything. So he had a few samples laying around and went to answer the door, holding said samples in his hand. "Hey!" He replied, both Casper and Lucy coming to greet the visitor, "I sent Ruby out for the day so we can get this finished."

[monetrousseau]

"Lover boy!" Monet smiled, taking a step into the house as her best friend's husband greeted her. "Just the face I wanted to see today." she admitted, smiling as she looked up at him, placing her bag down on a nearby table and kicking off her shoes as if she were home. According to Ruby this was her home. "I'm excited to get this done, does she know?" she questioned, looking up at him. "I wasn't sure if it was a surprise but I didn't want her to think anything suspicious if she asked me to hang out so, I told her that I was coming over at some point today to get you to teach me that chicken spaghetti recipe you made for us the last time I was over, so remind me to get that from you before I leave so I didn't lie." @rileyjelliot

[tannerkohli]

"You know, I always suspected, but never knew for certain until now," she batted back with another quick laugh. It had always just been weird twists of fate that had kept bringing them back to the same cities at the same times, as seemed to be the case again here. Given their history, Tanner had no illusions that either of them would choose to live in the same space again, even if their dramas were long past and all but a memory. "Sounds fancier than it is. Sort of. I work with a new team, so I'm at the factory in Italy most of the time or on the road traveling for race weekends. I just pop back here when I've got off time to visit," she explained a bit further, resisting the urge to puff up with pride as she talked about her job. Even with all the other shit going on in her life, she at least had her now flourishing career to cling to as a win. "And what the fuck brought you to live in a shit little town like this?"

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[monetrousseau]

Monet listened to the other explain her work and she nodded. She'd always loved traveling herself, but traveling for work sounded exhausting. "You have more patience than I do. I love traveling." she stated with a pause. "But not having a place to settle but on the rare occasion sounds exhausting." she paused. "Though I'm a little jealous that you look as good as you do with all that traveling you did." she admitted, eyes focusing on the other. A compliment she never thought she'd give, but, at the end of it all Monet was a girl's girl. If that meant giving a compliment to someone that you never thought you would, she'd do it in specific instances. "I'm from here." she stated, matter-of-factly. "Decided it was time to move back." @tannerkohli

[gabrielxpierce]

"I'll be sure to remind you at the end of our date. Which is in a few minutes so not something I'll forget." Though, most likely he would forget. He had a feeling that their conversation would be rather riveting. "That's the one. I think Lucifer didn't have such a good ring to it." And I guess Michael and Raphael were out of the question. "Monet. Like the painter." He mirrored her words, then shook his head. "I can see the direction they were headed with that, but they should've gone with Mona or Lisa-- like the masterpiece." @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

"I'd say I'd remember too but honestly my memory isn't good." she shook her head. "I am the kind of person that can be told something and five minutes later completely forgot we talked about it." she shrugged. It wasn't that she didn't care enough to try to remember things, Monet just had a tendency not to remember something unless she could connect it. Like Gabriel with the arc angel. Though she was sure with a face like that she'd remember him regardless. "You know you should sue." she laughed. "Cause you look like a Lucifer." she joked. "Would really give people a run for their money when they see that name on applications, right?" she added, arms folded as she leaned onto the table, something she did when she was relaxed. It was only when the other countered what she'd said with a 'like the painter' that she let her smile widen. "Exactly like the painter." she nodded. "My parents were into art, I guess." Funny enough she'd never asked. Loved her name too much to ever really care where it came from. Though it was what he said next that made her smile even more. "Wow you're good." she added. "Why are you single? I can't imagine that someone with as much whit and charm as you have is single." she shook her head. "Which one of these assholes broke your heart?" That was truly the only logical explanation. @gabrielxpierce

[rubyelliot]

Ruby listened, nodding as she said they were family; it was true. Ruby had always been closer to Monet than to her own sister. What they both had been through wasn't easy. She wasn't even sure if she hadn't had the support of Monet and Riley. "Okay, well, perfect. We will need you to babysit the house and the animals while we are on our honeymoon." She quipped as she pulled the rest of the ingredients out of the fridge, as Lucy bounced around her legs. "I'm sure Lucifer here will love the extra company." She laughed a little as that was the nickname she had given the puppy as she went through her puppy stages. "We have a cat, I swear. She's more my cat than Riley's, though." Wicca was pretty shy, but she also tried to avoid Lucy when she could.

Ruby had placed the card onto the counter as she opened the counter using the swinging shelf that brought up her mixer. Something she told Riley she wanted when they redid their kitchen. "Looks like we need to cream some ingredients together. I can't really tell, over the years the recipe got smudged." Ruby frowned a little before sliding the card over to Monet. "Can you read that, or do we need to go on the internet and find a recipe?" She wasn't opposed to doing so. She did it pretty often when she was baking. "I did that for my blueberry lemon pound cake. Which you never told me how you liked it, by the way." She teased softly. @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

At the mention of her watching the house, Monet nodded. "Of course I will." she smiled, nodding a little more enthusiastically. "I'll do anything for some extra love from Lucifer." she winked, watching the dog as the nickname seemed to make her excited. It was only when the cat was mentioned that Monet laughed. "Well, when you guys come back and Wicca prefers me, don't be shocked." she winked, clearly kidding. "I have a way to make other people's animals prefer me." she admitted. As the recipe card was pushed in Monet's direction she let herself pause, taking a glance at it as she squinted. She couldn't read it, but she had a fond memory of when they'd made it before. "I remember putting the wet ingredients together and the dry ingredients together and using frozen butter." she paused. "But I don't remember if we liked that version." she paused. She hadn't even looked to see if that was what the recipe card they had said or if they'd just winged it that day. "Ooh that pound cake was dangerous." she said. "I had to hide the last two slices in the freezer because I swear I gained five pounds eating just what you sent me alone." @rubyelliot

[berkanxyilmaz]

He shook his head. "I don't. My sister got me to do this." And it was something he was going to give her hell about doing the second he got out of there. He took another drink and he shrugged. "I don't. I work." Berkan told her, being silent for a moment then something inside him told him to say more. "When I get a chance, I read." He shifted in his seat. "What about you?" @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

"Ah, siblings." Monet laughed, despite the fact she didn't have any herself. She had plenty of friends that had and her and her best friend were close enough she'd considered her a sister more than a friend anyways. "Looking out for you or being a pain in the ass?" she questioned. Yet as the other gave her a shortened answer, she nodded. She wasn't going to force conversation if he wasn't going to give her more but she certainly wasn't going to sit here and waste her time either. "Oh reading's fun." Granted Monet hadn't read anything in awhile; but the other didn't have to know that. "What do you like to read?" Another question before she replied. "I like baking, singing." she spoke. "I'm kind of into fashion but not making clothes, more on the end of buying them and piecing things together than making them. It's my most expensive hobby." @berkanxyilmaz

[diegoocastro]

He looked around for a second, hoping that maybe the person would come back. "Hm, I am not sure," he chuckled. He never had to deal with something like that. He was sure it was fine to take it to the station, not like there was a crime that he knew of or saw. "Yeah, I can, it's not too far," he smiled at her for a moment. "Nah, it's good school ended, so I am free." he smiled. If his classes had been on time, he would have had to hurry, but he had time, so there was no problem. @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

Monet nodded as the other agreed to walk to the station with her, causing her to smile a little wider. "I just would feel better if i I didn't have to carry this alone." she shrugged. "Not only because I want a witness, I spent some time in New York, I know how this goes." she admitted, taking a step towards the other before she realized she had no idea which direction the station was. "Which, uh, direction do we need to go?" she questioned, looking at the other with a small smile, one that only grew when he admitted to being free because school was out. "Oh are you a teacher? That's -" she paused. "A job I could never do. Kudos to you." @diegoocastro

[kaceyxhuddington]

He hated this, he didnt date, so going on a bunch of dates all at once was pretty much a lot to him. But he was doing his best to treat it sort of like work and meeting new people, to try to help him relax. "Oh," he put the napkin down. He didn't want people to think he was as nervous as he was showing he was. "I am Zion," he smiled at her a moment, "and yes, I am nervous. I didnt really sign up for this... so... I don't know what. I'm doing" he laughed nervously. 'But thank you," he blushed, glad it was hidden by his beard. "But you look great," he smiled, he did mean that. @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

"You didn't?" she paused, looking at the other, shrugging. "I mean I think it's good that you came out here even though this doesn't seem like where you want to be." she shrugged. "How'd you end up here? Someone else sign you up? Bold of them, yeah?" she paused, exhaling as she relaxed in the chair. "I mean, I wouldn't mind leaving this place with one more friend regardless, so, what do you do around here?" she questioned. "Talk to me like I'm a tourist needing an insider recommendation of all the popular spots in town." @zionxbaksh

[berkanxyilmaz]

Berkan's fingers ran against his glass. He had gotten his first glass of bourbon after the send woman he saw and was slowly nursing it; even though he was beginning to thinking down the rest of it as the evening progressed. "Do you?" He asked as she spoke and took a deep breath. "That you can't." Even though he wanted to sit in silence more than anything. He could really kill his sister right now. "Kinda defeats the purpose." @monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

"It does." Monet nodded, mimicking the other's actions and taking a sip of the drink that she had picked up. "I'm not great with small talk, so I'll try not to bore you." she laughed. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" she questioned. "I mean I haven't been back in town very long so I can't say that I am familiar with everything they do in this town, but, I figured I'd give it a shot. Even if it's just to meet new people." she paused. "What do you usually do for fun?" @berkanxyilmaz

[gabrielxpierce]

closed event starter for @monetrousseau

"Ah! There you are, sorry, whomever decided to put table five next to table fourteen is responsible for my being late." Gabriel sheepishly joined Monet at her table, two champagne flutes in hand. "But I bring gifts. I was lucky to snatch these from a waiter on my way here" Holding one flute towards her, he lifted his own as if for a toast. "Here's to an even speedier speed date. I'm Gabriel."

[monetrousseau]

"That -" she paused, looking up from the area he'd come from and shaking her head. "Remind me to put that in the review for this thing because it's a shame my date with someone as handsome as you got pushed back." she spoke, hand extending and taking the flask from his hand as he sat across from her. "Gabriel. Like the archangel. Sounds about right." she smiled. "Monet." she replied, taking a sip of the flask in her hand. @gabrielxpierce

[kaceyxhuddington]

He was a bit nervous and slightly annoyed that he had signed up for this event. He wasn't the type to date or liked the idea of it. But here he was sitting up straight with his best shirt on. He had worked for Andie’s family for a while and they became a second family to him. So Andie’s mother, seeing Zion single for so long, saw the event and signed him up. He wasn't going break her heart by not going, so here he was. Sitting back on his chair, he made sure his hair was in place and cleaned his beard. Now messing with a napkin as he was nervous.

@monetrousseau

[monetrousseau]

Monet took a seat across the table from the other, offering him a smile as she straightened the shirt she was wearing. "Hi." she smiled, eyes shifting from her lap to look at the other as he fidgeted with the napkin on the table top. "You look about as nervous as I feel." she laughed. "I'm Monet. I don't know if that's any help to you at all or not but - " she paused. "That shirt is a good color on you; it brings out your eyes." @zionxbaksh

[monetrousseau]

✦ closed starter for @berkanxyilmaz ✦ based on: ⏱️| where monet participates in a speed dating event

“I think you can tell a lot about someone in the first few minutes… not from what they say, but what they don’t. So I guess I’m curious which kind of person you are.” Monet asked. The question was a bit forward she knew but she was curious. And sometimes getting straight to the point was the best way to accomplish anything. "I personally am someone that prefers to sit in silence but I guess that's not something you can do here."

[monetrousseau]

✦ closed starter for @dariusxnasser ✦ based on: ⏱️| where monet participates in a speed dating event

“I’m not great at pretending to be more open than I am. But I am here, which probably counts for something.” Monet started, letting her hands relax against the table. Dating wasn't something she did, and hadn't in a long time, yet, as she sat here eager for a potential new beginning all she could think about was how nervous she was. A reminder to herself to get out there more. "You do this kind of thing often or is this less of a Kismet Harbor thing than it was a New York thing?"