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✧ basics;

Full Name: Prescott Crispin Reese

Nickname/Preferred Name: Scott

Age: thirty-seven

Birthday: March 30, 1987

Zodiac: Aries sun, Aries moon, Aries Rising

Sexual Orientation: Undetermined

Relationship Status: Single

Neighborhood: Echo Acres

Occupation: brewer/distiller (owner PC Barleys, a private distribution company)

#( about. )#intro

prescottreese

who: Dilan & Scott | @moonglowmagic when: today where: Dilan's office

Having grown up in Lunar Cove, it always surprised Scott a little when he actually ventured out into town how different it was from what he remembered. Part of it, he was sure, involved a fairly sheltered childhood, followed by a hiatus from town, combined with now when he was an adult who spent so much time on his own or at home among his crops like a weirdo. But it had a way of making everything seem new and keeping him off balance when he didn't know what to expect.

That was absolutely the case as he made an appointment with Dilan, and was double the case now that the appointment time had arrived and he was here.

"Hi, I'm Scott. Here to meet with Dilan about planning a wine tasting event?"

moonglowmagic

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Dilan looked up from her computer when Kerry knocked on her door to alert her that her next appointment was coming up in 5. Standing up as she smoothed out her skirt and shirt before touching up her hair. This was a new client so she wanted to make sure that her first impression was good.

As Kerry signaled her that they were there Dilan once more checked her reflection in the mirror before walking out of her office to greet them. “Nice to meet you, Scott.” Walking over to him as she extended her tiny hand to him. “Yes, we will get to that. Come into my office though.” Gesturing for him to follow her as she walked back into her office and back to her desk. “Did you bring the wine like I asked?” She asked curiously as she went to her cabinet and pulled out two glasses. “I would like to at least try the product first. Just a formality.”

prescottreese

There was a certain tone to their exchange, set by her, that was brisk and professional. For as casual as he could often be, he found he didn't mind. They didn't know one another, after all. It wasn't the looser formality of he and Gia, a friendship extending back a few years. It wasn't the stiff and awkward of a run-in with an ex. It just sort of was, and he could appreciate that, even if he did it mostly in silence.

The fact she had wine glasses in her office threw him off a little. He didn't hate it, though.

"I did. I think the one could use a little more time before it's fully ready, but you'll be able to get a sense of it at least," he admitted. "I'm also still working on labels." He gestured to the masking tape scrawled over with Sharpie for the time being. "Red or white?"

#( conversations. )#( m; dilan )#( c; dilan )

dhruvxmehta

for: @prescottreese location: library

Ink-stained hands were far better and ideal than blood stained ones. Despite being thankful for the blue marks that splotched his fingers rather than deep red, it could not take away from events that had transpired. It was in effort to curb such thoughts that Dhruv had commandeered a table in the back corners of the library. While he would have preferred to be outside, the biting December chill grew to be a far greater annoyance than anticipated, constantly having to keep warm or risk frostbite was a bother when pen wanted to glide across paper and put a jumble of ideas into structured equations.

Despite flicking through his own past research, frustration rose with each failed theory on attempting to link the drugs he had been shot with up, things did not click as easily as they once did and a scrambled headspace certainly wasn't helpful, or was it the entire branch of chemistry that was out to get him? It was hard to say. But the minor mistake of simply drawing aconite incorrectly had him mutter out a curse, scrunching the piece of paper and tossing it. "Fucking chemistry." Blaming the entire branch felt justified. Raking fingers through overgrown and shabby hair, Dhruv heaved a sigh before collecting moving to collect the litter that was strewn around him, his own doing of throwing neatness overboard. "Can you pass that paper, mate?" he waved to the one closest to the other person, surprised that there was someone else in here, "Or toss it. I don't care which. It's all wrong anyway."

prescottreese

For all his horticultural gifts, sometimes Scott still needed reference materials when it came to managing his crops. It wasn't exactly a point of shame, though, because here he was in the library looking for a specific one about winterizing a greenhouse.

He wasn't really expecting to hear a pervasive muttering, a cursing of chemistry, or to have a ball of paper land at his feet.

What was this, 2012?

He looked around for a minute, confirming he hadn't somehow slipped through some time portal or something.

No, this was Lunar Cove. 2024. He'd just bottled a batch of beer -- and not from a bathtub. He had not, in fact, gone back to college, where the cursing of chemistry had been something that confronted him daily.

His eyes slid over to the source of both the muttering and the paper, curiosity and discretion warring within him. "How is it all wrong?" He asked carefully, neither returning nor tossing it yet. He wasn't sure if he wanted to offer to take a look, but he was considering it. The other seemed too distressed for him to leave it be if there was a chance he could help.

#kidnapping tw #drugs tw #( conversations. )#( m; dhruv )#( c; dhruv )

esradurmaz

Who: ( @lunarcovestarters ) Where: Luke's Hardware

Amidst the rumors and speculation as a result of what occurred beneath her motel, Daniela attempted some semblance of moving forward. Prying eyes lined with accusatory glares were difficult to avoid as of late, but she managed to wander Echo Acres towards the hardware store relatively unscathed. Thankfully, beyond an incident with some crotchety old woman at the grocery store, nobody had worked up the nerve to directly ask if she knew. Pausing in front of the drills, her eyes roved across the multitude of options at a complete loss. It occurred to Dani that despite knowing how to use them, Jason was always the one who bought these kinds of things and this culminated in yet another vacancy he'd left behind.

"I just realized I have no idea what I'm looking for." Said to no one in particular, because she'd rather sit on a hot grill than ask for assistance right now. "Why are they all red and yellow? Give me a fucking break."

prescottreese

Another day, another power tool.

He wasn't that bad, but honestly sometimes Scott felt like he spent two-thirds of his time and half his income at the hardware store, the ever-expanding greenhouse running over time and over budget as his ideas ran away from him. This time, it was warped beams, humidity bending the ecosystem he'd built to its will. And he just wasn't willing to do anything about the water. The plants needed it. The plants were thriving. His next option was bracing. A handful of screws, wooded reinforcement, replacing broken drill bits and a second drill when the charge in his first cordless was gone.

Who worked so long the battery in their drill was dead?

He did, when he was avoiding the holidays and his father.

Anyway, he was staring at nothing and everything, uncharacteristically unsure when a voice rang out.

Same.

He looked over at her with some amusement. "Excuse me?" He asked, not laughing at her but laughing near her when her words pulled him out of his trance. "What color would you prefer?"

#( conversations. )#( m; daniela )#( c; daniela )

cantfightmoonlight

"Okay, well, mind sharing with the class? Because I could really do without the eyes burning their way through the back of my head," She noted, crossing her arms loosely in front of her chest as she eyed him curiously up and down. She didn't know much about Scott besides the fact that he had been one of the voices in the Coven who was for her being punished or kicked out too along with Rohan. But, his distaste of dark magic had been all she had needed to know about him up until this point. Though, she'd be lying if she said his shake of his head and vague comment hadn't peaked her curiosity ever so slightly. He clearly had his own oppositions against her, but after she had chosen to bow out of the coven on her own, she figured they'd simmer down and they could both go back to existing as relative strangers. Though, in a small town such as this, maybe it was naive to assume they could avoid each other forever.

prescottreese

No, he didn't want to share with the class. He wasn't sure he could dress it up in a way that didn't make him sound like a judgmental asshole. And especially as he aged, that made him sound like his father in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. Even if the two men could mostly ignore each other and co-exist a little these days, that didn't mean he was looking to become the guy.

"I guess I've just kind of always wondered what makes you tick," he finally managed. "Like what drives someone, both you specifically and in general, to bend the rules for their own purposes?" He fixed ice blue eyes on her, with a gaze that befit its coloring, and then broke the fixation with a shrug. "Ah well. If you're not fucking with the well-being of the whole coven, it's probably none of my business."

#( conversations. )#( m; jasmine )#( c; jasmine )

valentina-martinez

"Perse-what? Is that even a real word?" she asked with a wrinkle of her nose before she knocked back her drink, motioning the bartender for a refill. "Nah, the door is one-way only, here for a good time not a long time," she laughed. While that was the case for the most part, it wasn't entirely true. There were certain things that crept into her mind now and again, against her will, but she wasn't about to divulge that to a stranger. "So tell me, is this what you usually talk about when you come across a pretty girl at a bar?" she asked, her tone teasing, "you haven't even asked for my name yet."

prescottreese

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head, but not at her. Mostly directed at himself and the lack of social skill that sometimes made him sound like a dictionary. She picked up what he was saying, though, and replied, so he didn't fill in with what probably would've been an even more boring explanation.

God. He really needed to talk to something other than plants.

"I don't think there's a usually for that," he admitted. "But now if I ask for your name, it's going to seem like I did it because of your prompt." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "I'm Scott. And if you want to tell me your name, I'm listening."

#( conversations. )#( m; cat )#( c; cat )

xthetoddinatorx

"Butter? I hardly know her, bro." Todd broke into a fit of laughter at himself. "Wait. Polymer? I hardly know her." The joke was funnier the second time. "I don't know what a polymer even is, dude, but...like, maybe eatin' plastic is, like, the food of the future. For real, for real. Like, do you know Fruit Roll-Ups? I totes didn't know you were supposed to peel the plastic off. And I'm just fine." He hummed, popping more popcorn into his mouth. "Hmm. You might have somethin' there. Maybe I could start a business. I guess I gotta find...corn. Can people just, like, be a farmer? Do you needa, like, sign up?"

prescottreese

Scott hadn't taken tons of classes on the chemistry of food and nutrition as part of his degree, but he'd definitely had a few and they'd definitely made most of these jokes. It was hard not to laugh a little, so he honestly didn't even try to conceal his appreciative chuckle. "A polymer is another word for a chemical structure, like a chain. Starch, like in potatoes, is one example. But it's not always food-related." Like Fruit Roll-Ups. He laughed again.

"You're fine, sure, but how'd that taste? Better or worse than the Listerine things that dissolve in your mouth?" He raised his eyebrows, both waiting for an answer and preparing to answer the question he was asked. "You don't have to sign up. You need a patch of land and some seeds. Maybe do a little research first and see what else you can add to your seeds -- better soil, fertilizer, how often it should be watered. Or... maybe you have the ability to sense what plants need and you don't know it until you try?"

#( conversations. )#( m; todd )#( c; todd )

thecovemuse-deactivated20250301

"Just a little more what? The special said we're only allowed to get a singular basket of fries." Aspen gestured across the table at him with one of aforementioned fries, the paprika and garlic - salt seasoning flecking onto the paper container. "But if you're planning on paying for more, I damn well won't say no."

prescottreese

Scott grinned. "I don't have a problem paying for more. I don't know if one basket of fries is ever enough, especially for two people. Do you want more of anything else while we're at it?"

#( conversations. )#( m; aspen )#( c; aspen )

readbentweenthelines

In truth, Ben thought about everything a little too much. Still, he considered the question, thinking too much about thinking too little. "The midwestern United States. Perhaps it's because I've never been there, but it's rarely on my radar unless I'm reading about it, I'm afraid.

prescottreese

Scott mulled over the other's admission and, after a moment, nodded. "I haven't been, either. I've heard good things about Chicago. Does that count as Midwestern?" He pocketed his hands and shrugged. "Either way, I think that's normal when it's a place you haven't been. I think a lot about France and Italy, likely for the same reason."

#( conversations. )#( m; ben )#( c; ben )

efexumukoroxlc

Efe examined the jar, flipping it around in his hands a few times. It sounded fancier than his usual fair, but he offered sincere thanks all the same. "Is lavender, like, added, or do the bees...you know, slurp up lavender and then make it into honey?" He flashed a smile. "Genuine question. I'm curious now. I don't know a lot about...beekeeping, I guess. Just that we're supposed to be saving them." He sighed a bit. "I'll give it a go. People mix sugar with things all the time. I'm sure it'll be fine. Or no one would drink tea." Glancing up, Efe offered a grimace. "I have, and look...I'm not afraid of heights. I'm up on lifts and ladders all the time. It was more the swaying, I think. Imagine trying to sleep on a carnival ride. But how was your camping experience?"

prescottreese

"You can do either. In this case, I didn't even think about it until I started dabbling in beekeeping and they were attracted to the lavender I planted for something else. So that would be... the second one." He raised an eyebrow. "You don't drink tea without sugar?"

It was mostly teasing. Depending on the tea, he used sugar. Or honey. Or lavender.

Scott nodded. "Sure. There's also something to be said for waking up in a weird place like that, too. Not the same as going up a ladder at all." He offered a shrug. "Mine was fun. A lot more straightforward than that."

#( conversations. )#( m; efe )#( c; efe )

who: Dilan & Scott | @moonglowmagic when: today where: Dilan's office

Having grown up in Lunar Cove, it always surprised Scott a little when he actually ventured out into town how different it was from what he remembered. Part of it, he was sure, involved a fairly sheltered childhood, followed by a hiatus from town, combined with now when he was an adult who spent so much time on his own or at home among his crops like a weirdo. But it had a way of making everything seem new and keeping him off balance when he didn't know what to expect.

That was absolutely the case as he made an appointment with Dilan, and was double the case now that the appointment time had arrived and he was here.

"Hi, I'm Scott. Here to meet with Dilan about planning a wine tasting event?"

#( conversations. )#( m; dilan )#( c; dilan )

valentina-martinez

At that, Cat couldn't help but let out a laugh, loud and unabashed. "No one has ever accused me of having too many thoughts, I'll tell you that much," she grinned, eyeing him over her glass. "It's like a revolving door of thoughts up there, nothing lasts for very long."

prescottreese

"Too many is so subjective," he pointed out, a chuckle rumbling through the words. He took a moment to sip at his own drink and compose his next comment. "Does the revolving door come back around? Like are there things you perseverate on a little?"

#( conversations. )#( m; cat )#( c; cat )

cantfightmoonlight

@prescottreese

"You've got something to say there, Reese? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?" She asked with a tilt of her brow. She had just wrapped up her last tour for the evening and was chilling at the end of Starlight Bar when she grew fed up with the feeling of the other's eyes burning their way through the back of her head that she couldn't not say something. She was well aware that the other witch had hardly been a fan of her back when she was in the Coven and, while she couldn't completely blame him for his wariness, now that she was out of the organization, she didn't exactly see why what she did was any of his business. Even if she was helping the vampires learn dark magic these days.

prescottreese

Scott thought he'd been more subtle, not staring full-on at Jasmine. Instead he stole bits and sips of glances at her. He didn't really know her, other than as someone to push against, working through some of his issues with the world in general at her expense. Because she wasn't exactly innocent. Even though she wasn't in the coven at the moment, she was still the Supreme's sister. She still had a weird position of favor he couldn't stomach, especially when she had willfully risked consequence to all of them in the past. Maybe as his thoughts ran away with him, though, he was staring. You know, pensively.

Were there limits to her ambition? Did she willingly toy with dangerous things for some kind of... pleasure?

He didn't know. He was starting to think he never would.

But honestly, he was just a guy enjoying a flight, testing out beer and comparing it to his own, always trying to improve his own craft.

Honestly. By following rules.

That was just him, though.

"I don't have anything to say," he said, shaking his head bringing the glass to his mouth so he spoke into it more than he did to her. "Just trying to understand something and failing." He sighed. "Nothing new, honestly."

#( conversations. )#( m; jasmine )#( c; jasmine )

ignoringevery-omen

"I've never been one for anything little - but if you can't keep up I won't judge... much."

prescottreese

"Moderation not your specialty, then?" He teased, keeping it light. He didn't know much about her, but it seemed a fair statement based on her comment. "I can hang for a while, but what happens when the judging starts?"

#( conversations. )#( m; rio )#( c; rio )

xthetoddinatorx

"A little what, brah? A little popcorn? I could eat this whole goddamn thing. I don't even know what they put in it, but it's, like, you start, and you totes can't stop. I should call them. The popcorn people. See if they need a spokesmodel. I could sell the shit out of this. Here. You want some?" He spoke through a mouthful of his snack, holding out the bowl.

prescottreese

"Not sure if it's the salt or the butter," Scott agreed. "And actually.... not even sure if it's butter. Pretty sure it's one polymer away from plastic, but it tastes pretty good." He nodded and took a small handful. "The popcorn people has a ring to it. You might be onto something. Maybe you should be the people."

#( conversations. )#( m; todd )#( c; todd )#brah #also never mind Scott being a chemistry nerd. it's prob fine right?

dvsconocvdo

"I would have to agree." Haru grumbled as they maneuvered their way to grab some napkins and dab the excess coffee from their shirt. Their white shirt, might they add. "I wish I knew." Haru raised their arms in utter defeat as they contemplated getting back into line. Maybe they should just get to work now. "Any chance you can turn back time?" Sarcasm dripped from their lips before they moved over to where he stood, trying to get the attention from an employee. "Is it always like this? I reckon I should move out if it is." They said holding their nose in dissatisfaction.

prescottreese

Scott looked over their coffee-laden shirt and had a second of thought about being able to at least dry it in an instant. That wouldn't solve the staining, though.

"I'm honestly not sure. I usually just make my drinks at home," he countered. "I'll tell you what, though. If you have the time and you're willing to grab the table right over there that opened up, I'll negotiate with them for a replacement drink. Give you a minute to recollect yourself."

#( conversations. )#( m; harumi )#( c; harumi )

valentina-martinez

Knocking back her shot and popping the lime wedge into her mouth, Catalina contemplated the question as well as she could while halfway to tipsy. "I mean, if I'm thinking about it for more than a minute, then that's not really thinking about it just a little, now is it?"

prescottreese

He watched her, vague amusement crossing his face. "I guess in order to answer that, I'd have to know how long you think about other things. The comparison is what would tell you a little or a lot."

#( conversations. )#( m; cat )#( c; cat )

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