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Task 11: Intro & Connections

Name: Reagan Rackett Age: 22 Gender: Trans woman (she/her) Occupation: Doing shady work for Oz Borror Sexuality: Heterosexual (closeted lesbian) Birthplace: Unknown Redwood Hollow Residency: Lifelong resident

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#happiestplacetask #happiestplacetask11 #about #death tw #alcohol tw

jackieskellie

So this is it, huh?

"So this is where Lilo Pelekai lives, huh?" Vidia said, lighting a cigarette. She wandered around the garden, taking note of the architecture of the Pelekai house - it was "big" in a way especially for two people or was it three? Who lived here again?

She saw quite a lot of people partying, and she could've sworn she saw a little touch of green and blonde hair in the corner of her eye.

Of course, Tina Bell liked parties.

@happieststarters

reaganrackett

As much as Reagan loved parties, even she needed a break every once in awhile. Hers was coming in the form of a sprung leak starting to flood the kitchen. Already with a few drinks in her, she bounced down the stairs, taking in a breath of fresh air. The familiar smell of cigarette smoke piqued her interest.

"Hey, can I bum one off of you?" She asked as she approached the other girl.

#vidia #pelekai party palooza #figured we could use this for the thread we were talking about

imsorryibityoux

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imsorryibityoux

"Wh-- Who--... Fucking hell, alright. 'Scuse me-," Lilo jumped as... wait who were they? Had she invited them? Whatever, she exited the sofa, blowing her bangs out of her face. Was it like, suddenly way too hot in here? "Hey! Are you trying to eat the last bag of chips?"

@happieststarters

reaganrackett

"Yeah? And what if I am?" Reagan snapped as she looked back at her accuser. When she saw who it was, her scowl sprung into a grin. "Oh shit, hey Lilo! Happy Birthday, girl!" After their "date" on V-day, Reagan had grown incredibly charmed by the other girl's eccentricities. Maybe tonight was the night to explore that further. She glanced behind her at the couple making out on the sofa. "They look like they're having fun."

#lilo #pelekai party palooza

remy-reinhardt

starter for @reaganrackett

Remy felt as if he could start screaming from boredom. He had done a couple catering jobs before, when a few local companies had needed extra hands for fairytale-themed weddings and the like... But there was always something fun about weddings, some family member making a scene or some slight issue with people's dietary restrictions that, at least, kept him busy. This garden party was going far too smoothly to be entertaining.

A guy passed by to select a canapé. Remy watched him for a moment, counted the seconds (twenty-two) until he finally plucked one from the silver tray, flashed him a well-practised smile-and-nod combo, and stifled a yawn. It was really good money, all things considered, but he was forbidden to use his phone during work hours, and expressly forbidden to touch the expensive food meant for the guests. A lot of time to kill in between the arrival of each tray of entrées.

It was work, though, Remy reminded himself. And the lady of the house, Mrs Bạch, paid really well. And, in the grand scheme of things, was getting deathly bored that big of a deal?

reaganrackett

If there was one thing Reagan truly loved, it was crashing a good party. Soirees in this area of town were always fun because she got to pretend she was some hoity-toity someone or other with a big bank and a lot of influence. Half the time, her unparalleled confidence that she was supposed to be here was enough for people to actually believe it. But once people started to sniff her out as a rat, that's when she knew she had to lie low.

This was one such instance. When she saw the hostess murmuring with security and a pair of eyes glanced her way, she was quick to dip out of the scene and reorient herself in the food tent where she was less likely to be spotted. With a sigh of relief, she grabbed a piece of food from the first plate she could find, taking a big, uncouth, bite out of it. She didn't bother keeping up the act around her people. "Ugh, so good," she muttered with a half full mouth. After she swallowed, she looked to the man behind the tray.

"Dude, you look like you're about to pass out from boredom. Be honest, how bad is it actually to work one of these things?"

#remy

continued from here with @sofia-bach

Reagan's bleary eyes looked up at the figure approaching her, trying to discern them against the light of the rising sun. Was she outside? The last hazy thing she could remember was being a bar. How did she get here? What had she done? While this certainly wasn't the first (nor was it the last) time that something like this would happen, usually her blackout self would wander to one of the Lost Boys, not to a total stranger.

Especially not a beautiful stranger coming out to her with a silver tray of goodies. Her questions barely registered in Reagan's mind as she looked over the offerings in bewilderment before wandering over to her host. Gorgeous, smooth hair tumbled over her shoulders effortlessly. Dark, kind, ungrudging eyes looked to her with worry. And perfectly red lips continuing to move with their dulcet tone that she continued not to process.

"...Am I dead?" She finally asked, her voice a bit raspy from last night's activities. "You're an angel, right?" Normally, this was the kind of line Reagan would easily conjure up in an effort to get attention. But in this case, she was deadly serious. She got too drunk and either overdosed or got herself killed, and now she was dead. That was the only explanation for a beautiful woman serving her in an elegant garden.

#sofia #threads so old they're still in legacy lmao #trying to switch over to beta for consistency

sweetellafontaine:

-

Ella had no intention to go to the police, as someone who had been hardworking to get her studies, she understood the temptations of wanting something you simply couldn’t normally have. She wouldn’t condone stealing, however Which is why when she heard the reasoning she said:

“You could’ve worked at my place to earn yourself this dress.” Ella pointed out. “You didn’t ask for anything you simply took it - and that is wrong no matter what your reasoning is.”

--

Reagan couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes at the lecture. No shit it was wrong. But she didn’t particularly care to be right. “Yeah, well, I’m already too busy working off Borror’s debts,” she muttered, mostly to herself. The difference between the two being that Oz would absolutely destroy her life if she didn’t pay him back.

It was at this point that she looked up and could see people were looking at them. In fact, they were murmuring to each other and laughing, pointing out that Reagan was having her dress altered in front of everyone. She could feel her cheeks start to burn as the humiliation took root. “Okay, great. Lesson fucking learned. I’ll even return the stupid dress after this stupid party. Then we’re square?”

#happiestevent #happiestevent9 #ella

flynnxrider:

//

While Flynn might have appreciated her rationale, there was really no such thing as a victimless crime. Someone always ended up with the short end of the stick. Yes no one got physically hurt from shoplifting, but the store lost profits and that would probably end up with some poor worker getting their wages cut. He never would have thought about that in the past, but he was trying to be more conscientious now.

“Uh, not quite following that analogy, because I don’t know about you, but I’d be pretty pissed if someone punched me in the dark. Which may or may not have already happened. Maybe more than once.” He shook his head, trying not to get off track. “Anyway! The point is, it’s still wrong, and those of use who might have possibly been interested in that sort of thing way, way back in the past definitely know better now.” Flynn would totally have taken advantage of easy pickings in the past, and he would probably have accepted a bribe too. But at being offered one now, he acted even more indignant than he had a moment ago. “Excuse me? Are you, perchance, offering me…a bribe?” Giving a relatively quiet mock gasp, he demanded, “How dare you? What do you take me for?”

--

Conscientious was something Reagan definitely was not. In the end, it didn’t really matter whether this was right or wrong, as long as she got what she wanted. As far as she was concerned, the world definitely hadn’t treated her “right” so she wasn’t going to be “right” with the world.

“Oof. Sounds rough, buddy,” she said with faux sympathy. As he tried to explain to her the wrongness in her actions, she merely stood there with a bored expression, blinking slowly and waiting for the lecture to end. “Well, I’m really glad for those possible people because it sounds like they’re definitely living a fun life full of morality. Me? I’m good.”

She raised her eyebrows at his mock indignity. “I take you as the kind of person who gets it. Maybe it’s not your thing anymore but you can appreciate the hustle. And you definitely wouldn’t turn someone in who would make your life hell for it, right?” She smiled sweetly and held out the gloves. “So how about we take the gloves and move on?”

#flynn

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

~

“I’ll hate you forever for this,” Tina grumbled in jest. She was pretty sure one dirty look or raised voice from Smee would be enough to wipe any other images of him from her brain. Or so she hoped.

Tina rolled her eyes as Reagan paused them to take another shot. She didn’t think talking about wedding stuff was that bad! Though it wasn’t like any of her friends were reacting to this in a particularly positive way… Anyway! Enough shitty emotions! Tina pulled them through the beaded curtain to her room, revealing yet more mess. She clambered over boxes and bags, pulling this, that, and the next thing aside to find exactly where she had put her moodboard. Tina gestured for Reagan to sit down on her bed, pulling two A3 sheets out from under a stack of old photo albums and magazines.

“Ta-Da!” she sang brightly, presenting them with a flourish. Obviously she wasn’t done with the presentation as she hopped onto the bed, Blu-Tacing them onto the wall behind them. There happened to be a nearby sparkly, star-topped, plastic fairy wand nearby that she grabbed, pointing it right at the very pretty pictures she had stuck all over the boards. “This one is, like, the dress vibes. And this one is obviously the ceremony and party vibes!”

--

Reagan wiggled in delight at her victory and stuck out her tongue before finally relaxing against the couch. It seemed as the years went on that moments of levity and downright immaturity were becoming fewer and farther between. When they did come, she would relish.

In all this mess, she was expecting Tina to pull out a laptop or an iPad or something. Instead, she was dragged into a totally separate bombshell of a room that she had to navigate like a minefield. In the end, she just launched herself onto the bed, bouncing on a it a few times before settling, waiting for a device to be handed to her.

Except it wasn’t a device. When Tina pulled out the papers, Reagan’s eyes widened, having to blink a few times to realize what she was looking at. “Oh, this is a moodboard moodboard,” she said, looking it over in surprise. It was the kind of thing that they might’ve made as kids. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Accepting that this was her life now, she decided to play along. “Alright. So I’m guessing the theme is like...fairy grove, or something?”

#tina

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

~

Tina beamed as Reagan held up her armful of bags (doing a very good job of hiding the fact that she was worrying no one would show up at all, thank you very much.) She could have gone out and gotten her own snacks, ignoring everything in the pantry, but that seemed like one step too close to the sobbing into a tub of ice cream alone pity party that she wanted to avoid.

“You’d be surprised,” Tina replied, stepping aside with a gran gesture toward the hallway. “You may enter, but please leave your shoes at the door.” She pointed her foot toward the little shoe rack by the door, adorned with her own pair of shoes, two toddler-sized pairs (one stupidly sparkly, the other caked in muck) and a space left where James’ shoes usually sat.

“I hope you’re prepared for an all-nighter,” Tina continued, guiding Reagan straight toward the kitchen to find some wine glasses and a bowl for snacks.

--

Reagan smirked and rolled her eyes as she stepped into the house. “What, afraid I’ll dirty up the ~sparkling clean floors~? Do you guys have a maid? You have to to keep a place like this clean. I know you definitely aren’t cleaning,” she teased, kicking her shoes off haphazardly into the rack. They didn’t go in all the way but it was close enough.

“Duh. Sleep is for pussies,” she scoffed as she followed Tina into the kitchen. Completely dumping everything onto the counter, she then went to sit on top of it, kicking her socked feet back and forth. She looked around, still perturbed at the elegant life Tina was now living with her sugar daddy. How the fuck do you even make this kind of money anyway? Now her own surprises felt like dogshit.

She huffed. “Hey, James and his little gremlins aren’t here, are they? What are they--daughters? Nieces?”

#tina

xaspiringbeamoflightx:

~

Tina’s brow furrowed slightly. That certainly wasn’t how she saw things, and she didn’t appreciate anyone turning their nose up at her relationship. “What are you talking? I’m not under a spell,” she insisted, rolling her eyes. “I like him and I want to talk about him, is that so bad?”

Tina propped herself up further, a feint smirk finding the corner of her lips as she looked down at Reagan. She paused for a moment, to really look at her, though what a drunken Tina was ever going to deduce was anyone’s guess. Finally, she leaned in, still smirking, speaking in a whisper. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

--

“Ugh, but he’s all you want to talk about,” she insisted. The heat in her body was expanding and she rubbed her head against the ground for some form of relief. She was going to need an intense shower after this, but that was future Reagan’s problem.

Suddenly, Tina was right on top of her, strands of hair curtaining around Reagan’s face. Her heart pounded against her chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against her skin. Her lips looked so soft. The whisper was so inviting. Completely transfixed, she began to prop herself up on her own elbow, their faces a mere centimeters apart. She returned the whisper, “Now why on Earth would I ever need to be jealous of him?”

#tina #alcohol tw

Well, now she’d gone and done it. What started out as a night of fun and fancy free had turned into having one too many and here she was, sitting at the bar and making a fool of herself. Giggles and a hummed rendition of ‘All the Small Things’ punctuated the venue’s music before she cried out, “Bartender, another!”

Then everything went black.

When she stirred again, she could feel strands of hair caught on her dry lips, a feeling of nausea sitting behind them. With a groan, she lifted her head and squinted her eyes, trying to gather her bearings in a sea of dizziness, and head pounding. “What happened...? Where am I?”

@happieststarters

#happieststarter #alcohol tw

sweetellafontaine:

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“𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 - 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉.” Ella stated quite seriously, if the price had been the issue she could’ve worked around it. And she would. Out of the kindness of her heart.

“𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓈? 𝐼’𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈.”

--

Reagan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the kindness this woman was showing. In her eyes, it seemed like a ruse to throw her off or waste time until she could call the authorities. Still, with the woman’s hands being occupied with the dress, it’s not like she was making any phone calls.

“So, what? I talk to you, then you’d offer me a cheaper dress. But these rich bitches--they can tell when a dress is made with cheaper fabric. They fucking know, and they’ll rip you apart like a pack of sharks.” She probably shouldn’t be trying to justify why she’d stolen a supremely expensive dress from the person who made it. But that’s just who Reagan was.

#happiestevent #happiestevent9 #ella

imsorryibityoux:

“Okay but like, the thing is… A real secret agent would never reveal their codename. Not even under, like, the threat of being slimed,” Lilo said with all the confidence and knowledge in the world. Mr Bubbles had certainly never cracked - despite her best efforts.

@happieststarters

“Slimed? That’s pussy stuff. How about under the threat of death?” She posed dramatically, reaching into her bag and pulling something out, too fast to be seen. Lilo would feel cold steel against her skin as Reagan shoved the device to her neck. “Give me the codename!”

#happiestevent #happiestevent10 #lilo #im sorry honey this is your partner

adropofgoldenrachelx:

~

Oh my gosh, was this it? Had their partner figure out her clues before she could figure out theirs? That was a good thing but darn it, she had really hoped she would be able to figure this out herself first. Regardless, Rachel beamed as the other approached, her excitement trumping the slight disappointment.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Rachel chirped, turning fully to Reagan. She could totally be a rabbit kinda gal, right? Or a tattoo girl. And who didn’t like carrots? “Detective Rachel at your service then,” she said, giving a thumbs up. “What are your clues?”

--

Rachel’s energy was infectious and for a moment, Reagan really wished that she was her partner. However, she didn’t seem like the type to have enemies, especially ones that feared her. Still, maybe the detective would surprise her.

“Alright,” Reagan began, holding up her card. “Well for one thing, their enemies fear them,” she said in a movie narrator style voice, her eyes squinting as if the very enemy might be before her. Just as quickly as the expression was there, it snapped away as she moved onto the next clue. “They don’t eat fish, and they’re going to be a photographer one day. A “super famous one” they made sure to clarify. Sound familiar?” She looked to her with hope in her eyes, secretly wishing it would be a match.

#happiestevent #happiestevent10 #rachel

arianaxneptune:

Ariana loved parties. They were always exciting and full of dancing and games and gossip. Not to mention a little underage drinking, which Ariana did enjoy taking part in from time to time. (One more year until she was 21… it was so close, she could taste it.) Tonight she would be attending a frat party with a new friend, and she couldn’t be more excited.

Meeting in the quad at the assigned time, Ariana bounced on her heels as she waited for Reagan to show up. She checked her phone periodically to look busy, but when she finally spotted the other girl walking up, she smiled big and waved. “Hey! You look amazing! Are you ready to have some fun?”

@reaganrackett

Reagan had no problem walking around at night. She knew she probably should, but she had an wholly unfounded sense of confidence that she could take down anyone who tried to give her trouble. Thus far, it seemed to do her well. She’d changed from her casual wear to something a little more sexy–a sheer patterned jacket over a black bandeau and high waisted black jeans and combat boots. Her makeup was dark and heavy, already having a bit of a smudged look to make up for the fact that it was only going to get worse throughout the night. The only thing that remained the same was her black bag which she’d had with her in the store. Her footsteps echoed loudly against the marbled buildings of Redwood College’s campus quad, which was now largely deserted in the after hours.

When she finally spotted her, a grin spread across her face. “Oh my gosh, not as amazing as you!” She shot back, her voice going up an extra octave. It was a lot of fun getting to act feminine with no social or emotional shackles holding her back. “Yes, absolutely!” Looping an arm with Ariana’s, she began in the familiar direction of the frat house. Their footsteps continued to echo through the relatively quiet streets. “So have you like, ever been to a party like this before?”

#ariana #took a little bit from the last post in our thread #excited to continue!

adropofgoldenrachelx:

Rachel was probably a little too excited about this Valentine’s Day event the community events committee were running, owing to the fact that she loved Valentine’s Day, and hadn’t actually read the event outline in full. Somehow she had missed the random pairing element of the event, assuming that she and Toulouse were going to show up and draw an activity from a hat together. (After said activity, she was going to be running around deliver her usual handmade cards to all her friends, and had placed them inside her bag to take with her in case any of those friends happened to show up).

Rachel wasn’t… disappointed, per se, that she wouldn’t get to spend the day with Toulouse, but it had taken her off guard. But! This was totally an opportunity to have fun and make friends! If only she could figure out who on earth her partner was.

“This is a piece of cake! I’ve totally got this. Like, three clues are more than enough. I’m basically Detective Rachel at this point,” she mumbled to herself, making no progress on the task at hand.

--

Reagan wasn’t all that interested in actually figuring out who her partner was. From the looks of it, most of the people were awkwardly milling about the crowd and didn’t have the first idea how they were going to do this. She barely knew people’s names, let alone their favorite colors and allergies. Personally, she thought her clues were super easy, but who knows if anyone would agree with that. In the end, it didn’t matter though. If Reagan’s partner was boring, she would just ditch them and crash some other people’s activities to meet cute girls fun people.

So, she’d take advantage of the time to connect with people who looked cute fun. She sidled on up next to a particularly fun looking girl. “Hey there! Happy Valentine’s Day,” she greeted, giving her dazzling smile. “I gotta say, if there’s anyone I’d trust with my life and my clues, it would have to be Detective Rachel.”

#happiestevent #happiestevent10 #rachel

sweetellafontaine:

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Ella looked at her design for a moment with a tilt of her head. “𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉.” She said as she picked up her purse and got her sewing kit out. “𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 -” She took some needle and treat and started stitching on Reagan’s dress. With a bit of time she smiled.“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹’𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉.”

--

“Oh, uh...” Reagan frowned as the woman began to do alterations to her dress, in public. What was happening, exactly? When she realized that she’d been caught, she sighed heavily through her nose and closed her eyes. “Like I could afford anything in your shop,” she muttered in defeat. “You can call the cops, but the evidence will be gone by then.” She’d rather streak through the party than spend another night in jail.

#ella #happiestevent #happiestevent9

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