𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨.

𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨. is a multi-muse dependent blog for turtlebay-rpg // written by 𝙢

[oceangraces]

𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨. is a multi-muse dependent blog for turtlebay-rpg // written by 𝙢

GRACE SANDERS — (twenty-six, cis female, she/her) Born on March 4th, 2000. Turtle Bay Native. Research Assistant at the Marine Conservation.

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NESTORE RENAUD — (thirty-three, cis male, he/him) Born on August 15th, 1992. Newcomer. Travel blogger & influencer.

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SEBASTIAN “BASH” VALENKO — (twenty-eight, cis male, he/him) Born on November 3rd, 1997. Turtle Bay Local. F1 Racing Driver.

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BRIAR (BREE) ELISE MARTIN — (thirty-nine, cis female, she/her) Born on October 3rd, 1986. Turtle Bay Native. Elite Brand & Image Manager.

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DAISY THALIA ANDERSON (née MORETTI) — (forty-two, cis female, she/her) Born on April 13 th, 1984. Turtle Bay Native. Sommelier at Wine & Dine.

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[pmanxiety]

"I guess I would want someone to order something that sounds goof to me and allow me to taste it because I'm not about to waste my money on something. I feel like I should be able to just try whatever I want when I want it." Skylar let out a small laugh as he looked at Nestore and then nodded. "This is true. Like I have something to constantly rely on."

"I know that some people are taking the caffeine to make them more productive but I've also managed to drink an entire red bull or coffee and then take a nap. It's crazy how life works like that. And I realize the more I rely on the caffeine, the more I need it in one sitting in order to function." He fiddled with his thumbs as he knew his time was coming close and he sighed a bit when the other spoke. "Cold brew with two pumps of blueberry and vanilla cold foam." This was something he normally didn't order but he felt under pressure and it caused him to try something new.

[oceangraces]

"That's fair," he said, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "A sample cup would solve a surprising number of problems." At the mention of caffeine and naps, a quiet breath of amusement escaped him. "I've known people like that." His head tilted slightly. "They'll drink enough caffeine to power a small city and then fall asleep twenty minutes later. Meanwhile, if I have coffee too late, I'll be awake at two in the morning convincing myself I should reorganize my entire life."

The line moved forward. Then Skylar gave his order. Nestore blinked once. The surprise wasn't dramatic, but it was there. "Blueberry." The word sat between them for a second. "That's a significant departure from caramel. I'd take an iced Americano."

[pmanxiety]

"I don't see what's wrong with that. I feel like it could be something that happens to a lot of people but they aren't always willing to say it. Not everyone is as proud as I am." He said to Nestore while smiling wide and looking at him. "Oh that does look good. I think that I might have to take your advice and get some dark chocolate. It isn't something that I would normally choose for myself but I guess it would work." Tobias explained to him ad he shrugged. "I'm glad that you will accept full responsibility for it if I don't like it since you pushed me to this edge."

[oceangraces]

"That's not exactly what I suggested." There was a quiet amusement in his voice now. "Dark chocolate is my order. That's years of commitment and questionable stubbornness." The corner of his mouth lifted a little further. When Tobias accused him of pushing him to the edge, Nestore let out a soft laugh. "Now, that's a dramatic interpretation of events. I just offered a flavor recommendation. You were the one who agreed to stand on the ledge." His eyes flicked toward the sea salt honeycomb again before settling back on Tobias. "So." A slight tilt of his head. "How about we trade and both challenge ourself with a new flavor?"

[oceangraces]

who: sebastian + angela ( @angiexcollins ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The streets downtown were crowded with locals drifting between booths and live music, children weaving through the sidewalks with sticky hands and too much sugar in their systems. String lights hung overhead despite the fading sunlight, casting everything in warm gold that made the town look almost cinematic.

Sebastian stood just outside one of the food stalls, jacket slung over his shoulder, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt now that the evening light had softened. He’d come alone originally—mostly out of boredom, partly out of curiosity—but hours had passed without him noticing.

A nearby voice pulled his attention sideways, and Sebastian glanced over just in time to catch a woman maneuvering through the crowd with the kind of confidence that suggested she was either completely comfortable here—or refused to let anyone think otherwise. "Rocko’s Diner, right?" he asked, lowering his drink slightly as he looked at her properly now. "I’ve heard approximately six different people mention that place since I got here."

[oceangraces]

who: sebastina + isaac ( @ofwildxhearts ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

Sebastian had spent most of the evening pretending he wasn’t enjoying himself. The Country Western Friday theme had apparently given the entire town permission to become aggressively southern overnight. Boots echoed against the streets downtown, country music drifted from every corner, and somebody nearby was absolutely teaching line dancing to people with no business attempting it. And Sebastian, unfortunately, had been dragged directly into the middle of it.

Dark jeans. Black cowboy hat. Boots that cost more than they should. Sleeves rolled to his forearms. The entire thing looked less costume and more "wealthy ranch owner in a drama series," which Isaac had been far too amused by since they left.

"You know," Sebastian drawled as they wandered past another crowded vendor stall, "I’m starting to think you invited me here purely for your own entertainment." His gaze slid sideways toward Isaac beneath the brim of the hat, faint amusement tugging at his mouth. "And if you even think about trying to make me line dance," he added after a beat, pointing lightly at Isaac with his drink, "I need you to understand I will disappear dramatically into the night."

[oceangraces]

who: sebastina + isabella ( @hercreativeflow ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

Sebastian still wasn’t entirely sure how Isabella had talked him into this.

Now, standing in the middle of downtown Turtle Bay dressed as Flynn Rider—with the dark vest, boots, rolled sleeves, and enough smug charm to make the costume feel dangerously natural—Sebastian questioned every life decision that had led him here.

A child nearly ran directly into him before stopping short, eyes widening dramatically. "You look just like Flynn Rider!"

Sebastian blinked down at the kid before glancing toward Isabella with a slow, disbelieving look. "I hate that everyone keeps saying that like it’s a compliment," he muttered dryly, turning to look at the brunette. "You know, for someone who claimed this would be ‘good for me,’ you failed to mention I’d spend the evening getting psychologically evaluated by children."

[oceangraces]

who: bree + javier ( @ofwildxhearts ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

Bree moved slowly through the festival crowd, one hand curled loosely around a cup of wine she suspected was mediocre at best, her gaze drifting between vendors and strangers with quiet, practiced observation.

Her gaze lingered for half a second too long before she finally stepped beside him near one of the food stalls, glancing briefly toward the crowd gathered around the live music nearby. "You look exactly how I imagine someone looks when they’re deciding whether a small-town festival is charming…" A faint pause as her eyes shifted toward him fully. "…or deeply concerning."

The corner of her mouth curved—not quite a smile yet, but close. There was something about him she couldn’t place immediately, and that alone was enough to hold her attention. "Bree Martin," she introduced smoothly. "And before you ask—no, I don’t normally attend events involving funnel cake and public line dancing. But tonight appears to be an exception."

[oceangraces]

who: bree + charles ( @charliexdunn ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The festival was louder than the kinds of events Bree usually attended. Not unpleasantly so—just alive in a way that couldn’t be choreographed. It was charming. Earnest. And a little chaotic.

Bree adjusted the sleeve of her coat as a cool evening breeze swept through the street, her attention catching briefly on the way Charles moved through the festival. The live music swelled somewhere nearby, pulling laughter from a nearby crowd.

"You know," she said smoothly, walking up to him, "I used to think men like you only existed in restaurants with reservation lists and overpriced bourbon. Seeing you at a street festival eating fried food feels vaguely surreal."

[oceangraces]

who: daisy + gabriella ( @ofwildxhearts ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The Founder’s Festival had a way of making Turtle Bay feel frozen in time.

The same booths lined the boardwalk every year. The same local bands played slightly off-key covers near the pier. The same families crowded around the food stands while children ran wild on too much sugar and too little supervision.

"You know," Daisy mused, weaving through the crowd with a paper cup of sangria in hand, "I’m pretty sure this exact ferris wheel looked ancient when we were in high school."

Warm ocean air curled through loose strands of strawberry blonde hair as she glanced sideways toward Gabriella with a soft, familiar smile. Seeing her here felt oddly natural.

"I still can’t believe you ended up owning half of uptown," she teased lightly. "Meanwhile I stayed exactly where everyone expected me to."

[oceangraces]

who: daisy + liberty ( @hercreativeflow ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The Turtle Bay Founder’s Festival always smelled like saltwater, grilled food, and nostalgia. Daisy could taste summer in the air before she even stepped onto the crowded boardwalk. String lights swayed overhead in the evening breeze while live music drifted from somewhere near the pier, soft and crackling through old speakers. Children darted between booths with sticky hands and painted faces, locals greeting one another with the kind of familiarity that only existed in small coastal towns where everyone carried a piece of everyone else’s history. She loved it. Even after everything.

'You know," Daisy mused, glancing sideways at the brunette with a soft smile tugging at her lips, "I always forget how loud this thing gets," she admitted softly. "You spend all year romanticizing it in your head and then suddenly there’s a man in cargo shorts aggressively selling kettle corn." A laugh lingered quietly in her voice.

She handed one of the wine cups over to Liberty before brushing windblown blonde hair behind her ear. "You surviving so far?" she asked warmly.

[oceangraces]

who: nestore + aiden ( @ofwildxhearts ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The evening air still held traces of warmth from the day, softened now by the ocean breeze drifting through downtown. Somewhere behind them, a live band was playing something loud enough to shake the pavement beneath their feet while the smell of fried food, saltwater, and smoke tangled together in the air.

"You know," he said after a moment, voice low enough that it barely competed with the music around them, "I can’t decide if this place feels more alive tonight… or if everyone’s just trying very hard to remember a version of it that doesn’t exist anymore."

The corner of his mouth lifted faintly as he glanced toward a group of teenagers sprinting past with paper cups and bad coordination. "You used to come to this every year?" he asked, looking back at her now.

[oceangraces]

who: grace + amelia ( @ofwildxhearts ) where: turtle bay founder's festival

The Founders Festival had always felt a little too loud for Grace. Too many people packed too close together, too much music bleeding into conversations, too many familiar faces stopping her every few steps like she belonged more to this town than she sometimes felt she did. But somehow, with Amelia beside her, it all felt easier to handle.

Grace stood near one of the vendor stalls with a paper cup of lemonade in her hands, the string lights overhead catching gold against her hair as the evening started settling in around them. Her shoulder bumped lightly against Amelia’s as she glanced over at her, a faint smile finally appearing after the third person in ten minutes had tried dragging Grace into conversation. "If one more person asks me when I’m finally gonna settle down and stop wandering the beach with turtles," she murmured softly, "I might actually walk into the ocean."

[ofwildxhearts]

Peyton shook her head a little bit. "Nope, not special at all." She stated, looking over at him still. Sure, she could have sugar coated it a little bit but she wouldn't be her if she did. Honestly his public persona didn't interest her at all. It really didn't. So him doing all of that wasn't interesting to the brunette at all. It was completely pointless in her eyes besides she would have to take an aspirin if he decided to pull that persona the whole time that he was here. "And just how much does it bother you, Seb?" It was a valid question at least in her eyes it was.

The moment that he admitted that, Peyton shifted a little bit. Honestly she hadn't been expecting that answer from him. His next words shocked her a little bit, that was when the brunette leaned forward against her desk for a moment. Closing the papers that she had been working on. "Professional I should tell you just to turn around and go back out the way you came." Which was true she should. "But personally I'm glad that you came here." She admitted softly.

[oceangraces]

Sebastian’s eyes stayed on her for a second longer, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he lowered his gaze briefly, almost thoughtful. "How much does it bother me?" he repeated quietly. His fingers brushed absentmindedly against the edge of her desk before stilling. "A dangerous amount, actually."

The confession came easier than it should have. Maybe because she never reacted the way everyone else did. No fascination. No careful handling. No need to make him feel bigger than he was. Peyton looked at him and saw a man instead of a headline, and Sebastian was beginning to realize how rare that had become.

His gaze lifted back to hers, her next words catching him off guard. "That," he said quietly, voice rougher now, "might be the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week. But I doubt you've meant it that way at all." Sebastian straightened slightly from the desk, though he didn’t put any real distance between them. "What's up?"

[pmanxiety]

"It is nice, actually. I have lived so much of my life caring about what others think about me and I know that it's not okay living life like that so I mean." Dillon shrugged as he looked at him and smiled wide. "I mean it might be healthier than sitting in your car and overthinking, but nothing is as fun as sitting in your head in a car that's overheated." Dillon teased Sebastian while looking at him and then looked around at the shop to see what everyone else was doing then brought his attention back to Sebastian. "What do you normally do to distract yourself so you don't over think in your car?"

[oceangraces]

There was something strangely uncomplicated about the way Dillon spoke—like he’d already spent enough time trapped inside other people’s expectations to stop letting them dictate him. Sebastian couldn’t decide if he admired that or found it dangerous. Maybe both.

A quiet laugh escaped him at the overheated car comment, and he dropped his gaze briefly, shaking his head. "Yeah," he murmured. "There’s something almost impressive about willingly making yourself miserable like that."

Oddly, the car had always been the one place Sebastian could disappear without anyone asking questions. No cameras shoved in his face, no expectations waiting in the next room, no carefully rehearsed version of himself required for public consumption. Just empty roads, loud music, and enough speed to drown out whatever was clawing around in his head that day.

"I drive," he admitted after a second. "I know that probably sounds predictable." A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Rich guy with a car addiction. Groundbreaking."

"Sometimes I train until I can’t really think anymore," he continued more quietly. "Sometimes I stay out too late. Sometimes I throw myself into whatever keeps people from asking questions. Mostly, though…" He exhaled softly through his nose. "I just keep moving."

[julianxellis]

Julian's gaze lingered on her for a moment as he decided whether or not to argue the point, but ultimately he decided against it. There was no point coming up with some reasoning when Bree was in fact correct. "Yeah, well..." he said quietly, a small smile still lingering, "walking into things on purpose sounds a lot better than admitting I don't always know how to walk away from them." His attention shifted back to the music in his hands again, straightening out one of the corners of the paper, more out habit than necessity. He wondered for a moment if the community center had become a sense of escape for him, a way to still enjoy a part of his life he longed to have continued with. After a brief moment, Julian snapped back to reality and cleared his throat.

At her question though, Julian glanced back up at Bree in amusement. "You say that like slowing down comes naturally for either of us." Everyone seemed to think his world was far too dull, but Julian was so busy he barely even thought about that. "I like the fast paced. The bar, while demanding keeps things going and having to put out little fires keeps me on my toes. You and I both know that if we slowed down too much, our brains would linger on things it shouldn't." He paused again, making eye contact with her. "I don't think either one of us would find any fun in that."

[oceangraces]

Her gaze stayed on him, softer now, less analytical. There were some people she instinctively observed from a distance, carefully assembling them piece by piece. Julian had never been one of them. Perhaps because he already knew too much.

The faintest smile touched her lips, quieter than before. "No," she admitted gently, "you never really did." She watched him straighten the corner of the paper—a needless correction, habitual, unconscious. The kind of small movement people made when they needed their hands occupied so their thoughts didn’t become too visible.

At his next words, a soft breath of amusement escaped her—not quite laughter, but close enough to warm the room between them. "You say that as though I’d argue," she replied, one brow lifting slightly. "The truth is, I think we’ve both built entire lives around preventing stillness. Some people meditate. We overcommit."

For the first time since walking in, Bree looked away first.

Her fingers traced absently along the edge of the table before she straightened slightly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her sleeve—a reflexive return to composure. "But for what it’s worth," she added lightly, glancing back at him. "I do think you genuinely enjoy this." A beat passed before she added, quieter now. "And I think part of you likes being needed here."

[ofwildxhearts]

Nodding his head a little bit. "I am a gentleman always." There was a faint smile that tugged on his lips as well before a small chuckle that left his lips. "Sometimes I do, it just depends on the person I guess." Tristan shrugged a little bit. Tilting his head slightly as he looked over at her. "It might be my way of convincing someone that I won't be a problem because I'm sure if any of your kin saw us talkin' they would probably march over here and demand to know what was going on." He never had a problem with the Sanders that was the rest of the family. The stories about the two families have changed with each generation so it was hard to know what the truth was. "Just stopping in before work. Yeah, I have coffee there but I secretly like their iced vanilla lattes with a shot of espresso and a shot of caramel."

[oceangraces]

Grace couldn’t help the small smile that surfaced at that, quieter but genuine this time. "Mm," she murmured, lightly stirring her coffee even though she hadn’t added anything to it. "Makes me think you’ve had to defend yourself before."

Her gaze lifted back to him at the mention of their families, and for a second something more thoughtful settled behind her expression. "Probably," Grace admitted softly. "But the same could probably be told about your kin, too."

There wasn’t bitterness in her tone. More like exhaustion. Like she’d spent most of her life watching everyone carry around grudges they barely understood anymore. "I never really got it," she added after a moment, her fingers stilling against the mug. "But I don’t think you seem like a problem either, so your gentleman campaign’s working so far."

[emmiexsanders]

"Very busy, making sure I have everything ready for summer classes." The older blonde smiled and took a sip of her water, opening the menu. At Grace's words, Emmie looked at her and her smile grew. "Me too. I've missed spending time with you. You're a whole grown up, gone are the days of pigtails bouncing with you in a saddle. - How are you, really?" Emmie's tone softened, she had noticed Grace's I'm okay and wondered.

[oceangraces]

Grace let out a quiet laugh at that, shaking her head lightly as she opened her own menu. "You say that like it was that long ago," she murmured. "I still ride better than half the people around here."

At the question, her eyes dropped briefly to the menu, though she wasn’t really reading it anymore. Instead, Grace traced her thumb absentmindedly along the edge before finally looking back up at her aunt. "I don’t know," she admitted honestly, her voice quieter now. "I think I’ve just been…thinking too much lately." A faint smile touched her lips then, smaller this time. "Which apparently surprises absolutely no one."

She leaned back slightly in the booth, gaze drifting toward the window for a second where people moved along the street outside, festival decorations already hanging around town a week ahead of the festival. "Have you ever found something out that made you look at your whole life differently?" she asked softly. "Not in a bad way exactly. Just…" A small breath escaped her. "Like suddenly there’s this whole other version of the story sitting there."