𝑃𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑇𝑂𝑀 / 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑹𝒀 .

𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 -- 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫?

[reflecteres]

#𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺  for  undeathfm ›  held  hostage  by  𝑱𝑰𝑵𝑿.

i'll  𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡  to  the  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  embrace  of  earth,  and  fallen  silent,  as  if  turned  to  𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆:  let  the  cold  heavens  𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒓  at  my  expense,  let  the  earth  𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋  it  it's  greedy  feast  --  if  stars  hold  no  meaning,  no  𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒  𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡,  if  no  one  hearkens  to  the  prayers  i  send.  

✱      𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺   𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹     ›     fourty8.   hunter   &   litigator.   witch. ✱      𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀   𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑶-𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵     ›     twenty7.   nurse.   human.

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NEW MOON MOODS . ♱ open starter (0/4) ! ♱ new moon moods thrift store .

fwip. fwip. fwip... the sound of vinyl records being flipped through accompanied the palatable indie-pop playlist coming through for ambience. jean didn't have a whole lot to do in terms of her duties, so she started sorting the vinyls – rock and pop, blues and country, yoinkable and unyoinkable. everything had it's own place and jean was engrossed in making sure everything had it's proper home.

so engrossed, in fact, the jingle of the entrance's bell made her potentially jump to the sky. "woahmygod – heey, welcome in, if you need help try not to." that last part faded in volume as she returned back to fixating on her organization. "who the fuck put artic monkeys in with the doors??"

[reflecteres]

Daya  almost  cracks  a  smile  at  the  retort  that  comes  from  Jean's  mouth,  it  may  have  been  a  hope  for  it  to  not  be  heard  but  it  was  --  not  that  they  could  blame  her.  The  older  wolf  would  do  practically  anything  to  escape  the  fate  of  working  retail,  being  obligated  to  talk  to  people  all  day  in  this  capacity  would've  been  their  own  special  hell.  Talking  at  people  was  easier,  teaching  felt  like  it  served  an  important  purpose. 

"Last  week  I  saw  someone  put  the  Beatles  with  One  Direction."  Their  sunglasses  are  planted  firm  on  their  face,  arms  crossed  as  they  make  their  way  through  the  store.  Truthfully,  there  wasn't  anything  they  wanted  besides  to  see  Jean  with  their  own  eyes.

"The  week  before  that  I  saw  Sigur  Rós  with  Enya.  There  might  be  someone  playing  a  BARBARIC  prank  on  New  Moon  Moods.  Perhaps  the  same  entity  who's  stealing  our  reflections."

[reflecteres]

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐌𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓,  𝐌𝐘  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋  𝐌𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐏𝐔𝐓  𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

◟✧⡀ (  rosa  salazar.   39.   xenogender.  they/any.  )  …   there’s  a  figure  off  in  the  distance,  do  you  see  it?  wait  is  that  … ADDAYA  FLORES ?  if  i’m  not  mistaken,  they’re  rumored  to  be  a WEREWOLF and  may  be  apart  of EAST  END  PACK  (LEADER).  wait  …  now  that  i’m  thinking  about  it  aren’t  they  the  one  that  are  PRAGMATIC  but  ENIGMATIC?  i  could  be  mistaken,  though.  they’ve  only  been  in  town  for THIRTY  YEARS.  well,  if  you  want  to  make  sure  it’s  really  them  stop  by RIVERFELLS  COMMUNITY  COLLEGE where  they  work  as ANCIENT  HISTORY  PROFESSOR and  if  it  isn’t  them    ..  .  it’d  be  pretty  spooky,  don’t  you  think?    

           𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐈'𝐕𝐄  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 

𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘   𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:  IRVING B. (  SEVERANCE  ),  MALIA  TATE  (  TEEN  WOLF  ),  FAITH  LEHANE  (  BUFFY  ),  FITZWILLIAM  DARCY  (  PRIDE  &  PREJUDICE  ),  LAUREL  CASTILLO  (  HOW  TO  GET  AWAY  WITH  MURDER  ),  JYN  ERSO  (  ROGUE  ONE  ) 

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 &  𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒: YUL  KWON,  DANNI  BOATWRIGHT,  NEDA  KALANTAR  ,  NAEHA  SAREEN

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑:   𝐢.  double  infinity  by  big  thief   ╱  𝐢𝐢.  animal  skins  by  dry  the  river  ╱     𝐢𝐢𝐢.  ghost  by  the  acid   ╱  𝐢𝐯.  to  the  wolves  by  vasser  ╱    𝐯.  howl  by  florence  +  the  machine.

   𝐈  𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐖𝐈𝐍,  𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐕𝐈.  (parental  death  tw)

Your  parents  were  travelers  who  took  you  with  them,  naming  you  after  an  ancient  Egyptian  diplomat  with  the  names  of  their  future  children  in  the  same  vein.  They  were  lovers  of  the  world  and  all  it's  secrets.  Archaeologists  eager  and  hungry  to  find  the  undiscoverable,  decipher  the  indecipherable  and  discover  the  8th  wonder  of  the  world.  They  did  when  they  discovered  the  supernatural  but  it  came  with  a  price  --  their  lives.  You  remember  being  ripped  away  from  them,  the  brutality  in  the  nightmares  that  followed,  just  like  the  bite  that  signified  your  life  had  changed  FOREVER.  You  became  the  thing  of  fairytales,  the  thing  that  goes  bump  in  the  night  and  howls  under  the  moon.  At  first,  you  hate  what  you've  become  and  cannot  understand  it  all  --  how  could  an  eight  year  absorb  so  much  grief  into  their  being?  One  day,  you  do.  One  day,  you  start  to  embrace  what  you've  become  and  run  away  from  the  monsters  that  ravaged  your  family  --  ending  up  in  Riverfells  as  it  called  out  to  you,  eager  to  give  you  a  home.

You  live  among  the  forest  for  a  small  time  before  discovery  and  though  you  wished  you  could  be  a  tree,  live  among  the  moss,  at  one  with  nature,  the  East  End  pack  leader  adopts  you  into  their  fold.  You  are  resistant  to  joining  a  pack,  though  you  no  longer  viscerally  hate  what  you  are,  you  are  hesitant  to  be  among  those  who  mirror  you  --  trust  is  thin  with  others,  if  given  at  all.  Over  time,  they  do  more  for  you  than  you  ask  for,  more  than  you  can  repay,  realizing  that  these  things  are  not  done  at  a  price  but  because  this  was  what  community  was.  What  you  hadn't  had  in  so  long.  For  a  long  time,  you're  quiet  and  observant,  preferring  the  company  of  your  books,  doing  yoga  in  the  forests  in  which  you  wish  you  could  reside,  bothering  the  witches  even  about  their  practices  and  indulging  in  some  of  your  own  --  though  you  know  you  hold  no  magic.  You  prefer  to  read  the  history,  understand  the  ancient,  the  nightmares  persist  and  you  find  comfort  in  your  wolf  form  --  almost  wishing  it's  all  you  had  to  be.  The  East  End  pack  teaches  you  the  value  of  your  individualism,  further  strengthening  you,  soon  enough  you  do  give  in  and  though  you  hold  no  ilk  to  the  West  End  even  agreeing  with  their  politic  --  you  know  you  will  always  be  a  MONSTER  first.

The  world  will  never  see  you  as  Addaya,  one  with  the  forest  and  trees,  first.  No,  they  will  see  you  as  a  wolf,  snarling,  snapping,  hungry,  no  matter  how  much  control  or  logic  you  present  yourself  with.  To  some,  you  are  placid,  even  cold.  Those  who  are  close  to  you,  who  have  actually  spoken  to  you  know  better.  Becoming  a  professor  was  the  last  thing  you  expected  of  yourself  but  being  able  to  ramble  on  about  the  history  of  the  world,  ancient  civilizations,  do  research  as  a  job  is  in  your  blood  just  as  much  as  your  lycanthropy  is.  Over  time,  you  go  from  closed  off  to  an  open  book  whos  pages  just  need  to  be  turned,  you  settle  in  a  home  that  reflects  who  you  are  in  it's  entirety  (  are  you  sure  they're  not  a  witch?  why  are  there  crystals  on  the  windowsill?  ).  You  become  pack  leader  when  the  leader  before  who  took  you  in  as  a  child  steps  down  and  asks  for  you  to  take  up  the  mantle.  You  oblige.  Life  is  more  than  good,  everything  intertwined,  you  fall  in  love  and  get  married  --  something  that  seemed  more  unrealistic  to  you  than  anything  else  in  your  life.

Then,  it  all  falls  apart  --  the  marriage  dissolves,  your  grip  on  who  you  were  and  had  become  slips  as  you  fall  back  into  the  space  of  your  childhood,  realizing  how  unresolved  and  undiscovered  some  of  the  ancient  history  of  your  trauma  was.  You  spend  less  time  with  your  pack  for  a  period,  more  time  looking  into  the  water,  looking  into  the  depths  of  yourself,  being  the  eyes  that  stare  wide  at  those  wandering  the  forest  on  a  dark  night.  Time  heals,  that's  what  is  said,  but  one  day  you  look  into  the  water  and  your  reflection  is  gone.  You  do  not  freak  out,  you  do  not  find  it  anything  but  RELIEF.  You  are  one  of  the  lucky  to  not  become  weakened,  though  all  the  research  in  the  world  does  not  reveal  the  why's  behind  this.  It  also  does  not  help  others  as  they  are  further  weakened,  as  some  go  mad,  as  some  disappear.  You  wonder  what  the  next  steps  are,  finding  ways  to  empower  your  pack  while  reconnecting  with  yourself,  you  wonder  when  it'll  come  for  you  next,  the  fatigue,  the  disconcertion,  the  cracks  in  your  psyche  already  prime  to  be  broken.  You  still  believe  the  West  End  packs  philosophy  as  you  have  always  been  one  with  the  forest,  but  you  know  that  when  you  are  presently  judged  &  hunted  based  on  what  you  are  as  a  species,  not  who  you  are  to  the  earth  itself.  That  this  sense  of  individuality,  strength  in  self  is  vital  to  keeping  tethered  to  the  each  other,  to  their  wolf.  Time  has  only  strengthened  the  resolve  in  this  belief,  as  more  time  passes,  you  are  more  passionate  about  your  pack  and  hope  it's  enough  to  keep  you  all  safe,  together  &  alive.

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Another day, another hour, another seamlessly ordinary day in Riverfells. You could never grow too complacent with the world around you. The moment you did is when the world flipped its middle finger at you and turned things around. Mack knew all too well, and he was sure his partner that night did too. It's why, despite how cumbersome and mundane these patrols were, they were quintessential. "I should be there, so long as you have a television that's airing football on Sunday," he chuckles as they round another bend. "Ah, and there it is," he said, waving his finger at her. "Why are you so concerned about my dating life? I'm very content in my bachelor era, I'll have you know."

[reflecteres]

"Even  though  the  best  football  is  the  one  you  play  with  your  feet,  we'll  make  sure  to  got  something  going  for  you."  Which  was  true,  the  hallmark  of  a  good  home  and  event  was  making  sure  to  cater  to  those  who  were  coming  over  --  as  Mack  was  practically  family,  she  knew  better  than  to  not  have  a  TV  on  standby  for  Football.  As  for  the  hot  button  topic,  she  scoffs.  "Listen...you're  getting  up  there  in  age,  when  does  Bachelor  become  code  for  commitment  issues?  Streets  say  that  if  you  haven't  been  married  by  now,  that's  a  red  flag.  I'm  just  sayin',  content  is  not  happy  and  CUFFING  SEASON  is  coming  up,"  she  couldn't  help  but  laugh  at  that  comment,  it  sounded  silly  coming  from  her  almost  fifty  year  old  mouth.  "Maybe  I'm  also  a  lil  nosey,  becoming  one  of  the  old  ladies  in  Riverfells  giving  into  the  need  to  gossip."

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location: latimer home status: closed ( @reflecteres ) time: 6pm

"hun!" xavier calls out from the kitchen. "are you going to be joining me for dinner?" he asked politely. it was fine if she wasn't but he was hoping they could talk about some rumours he had heard while he was at the hospital.

he took the frying pan off the burner and turned down the other. it was a simple dinner tonight but after their barbeque, xavier didn't really want something complicated.

"i've got an early morning tomorrow and i'm on call tonight so i'm not sure i'll see you until tomorrow evening." he explained to her, hoping she could hear him. their marriage worked for years because of communication and xavier would rather die than keep a secret from jones.

he smiled at his wife. "there you are." he said, walking over to her. he placed a kiss onto her cheek and then returned to the stove. "how was your day?" he asked her.

[reflecteres]

It  was  easy  to  find  peace  in  the  home  they'd  created,  in  each  other,  even  when  this  life  they  were  in  was  anything  but.  The  minute  that  he  called,  she  had  started  to  make  her  way,  putting  the  things  down  she  had  gearing  up  to  do  for  the  time  being.  A  smile,  soft  and  appreciative  at  the  kiss  on  the  cheek,  "need  a  dinner  of  just  us,  anyways.  I  can  do  some  knife  sharpening  later."

How  was  her  day?  Odd.  Only  a  few  moments  go  by  before  she  answers,  unwilling  to  keep  turning  the  thoughts  over  in  her  head  without  sharing  them  with  Xav.  "It  was  a  normal  day  until  I  went  by  Haunted  Bobbles  and  saw  Caine  Godfrey's  REFLECTION  in  the  cracks  of  a  mirror  he  broke."

Abrupt,  blunt,  she  hoped  that  this  update  was  not  too  shocking  of  news  to  her  husband.  Jones  walks  to  the  cabinet  to  pull  out  a  few  plates,  a  serving  one,  two  for  them,  utensils,  glasses.  Setting  the  table  she  continues,  "I'm  kinda  hopin'  that's  a  one  shot  deal  but,"  she  finishes,  turning  back  to  Xavier,  "you  hear  anything  about  vampires  gaining  their  reflections?  How  has  your  day  been?  How  are  you?"

[debonheurs]

the wolf's eyes have been closed for the last seven minutes. that may, in fact, be exactly when rosemary started talking. head lolling against the metal back of the bench, leather jacket halfway off down his arms, sak yant just visible beneath the gaping fabric, he peels one eye open and squeezes a bare minimum of sight at them "... what in the fuck are you talking about, nancy drew? why does halloween need a halfway—" he refrains, with some clarity, from finishing that sentiment. "yeah, you, uh, missed the great pumpkin, charlie brown." and closes his eye again.

[reflecteres]

"Nancy  Drew's  a  new  nickname,  I  actually  like  that  one,"  they  muse,  looking  over  at  Pan  and  noticing  the  nonchalant  attitude,  the  indecipherable  tattoo,  deciding  to  cross  their  arms  and  attempt  to  copy  their  body  language.  "Halloween  doesn't  NEED  a  halfway  but  celebrating  the  little  things  is  always  important.  Riverfells  has  the  energy  of  a  town  that  would  celebrate  the  smallest  of  holidays,  which  is  why  I  asked.  Do  you  celebrate  anything?  Don't  tell  me  you're  the  Scrooge  of  this  town."  Rosemary's  eyes  go  to  the  grass,  watching  the  wind  blow  through  the  trees,  deciding  to  close  her  eyes  too.

[heartbiiip]

" you know ... you're speaking some facts. " amelia agrees almost in an instant with animated motions of her hands , " summerween would do some numbers here ... i mean, could pull some inspiration from mardi gras for it. mix in some horror elements and sunhats and boom ... summerween. " though, while she can imagine the big picture and wave her hands in various gestures to get her point across she doesn't have anything else to give rosemary. her hands slowly drop with a disappointed sigh, " but, no, you didn't miss it or anything to do with summerween. it is a killer idea though. if you pitch it to the right person ... maybe it could happen? "

[reflecteres]

The  smile  that  blooms  on  Rosemary's  face  is  nothing  short  of  enlivened,  radiant  even,  at  the  fact  that  Amelia  seemed  as  excited  as  her.  "You're  BRILLIANT,  Amelia  Lawson,  I  could  give  you  a  smooch  for  that  idea.  A  mardi  gras  and  Summerween  combo  could  be  a  Shark  tank  idea  in  the  making.  You'd  get  all  the  credit  and  money  of  course,"  the  smiles  stays  until  the  dramatics  start  to  ensue.  Rosemary  starts  in  a  voice,  straightening  their  posture  and  pursing  their  lips  as  if  in  delicate  deliberation.  "Sharks...next  into  the  tank  today  we  have  the  FUTURE  of  party  planning  and  potentially  the  next  greatest  holiday  idea,  prime  to  revolutionize  our  calendars."  The  act  drops,  the  smile  returns.  "We'll  have  to  wait  til  next  year  now  but  I  say  we  start  planning  now.  I  mean  it  when  I  say  WE.  I  can't  do  this  without  you!"

[reflecteres]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:   CLOSED.   𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑺𝑻:   RHIANNON  LATIMER ( @sanguinemagicks )

Another  year,  another  barbecue  and  it  was  hard  to  ignore  the  growing  tensions  of  Riverfells  even  with  how  well  everything  went.  Even  more  so,  how  her  own  father  was  not  present  --  the  first  time  he  had  not  been  for  this  event.  Jones  preferred  to  do  the  cleaning  by  hand,  her  body  welcoming  something  mundane  to  do.  Even  in  these  thoughts  of  grief,  she  looks  over  at  her  daughter  helping  her  in  tandem,  grounded  by  the  future  --  though  she  is  less  sure  of  what  that  looks  like.

"How  did  I  get  so  lucky  with  you,  babygirl?"  A  smile  in  her  direction  and  Jones  sits  down  on  a  chair,  "you  have  any  friends  to  go  out  with  tonight?  Any  fireworks?  They  been  doing  fireworks  for  Labor  Day,  who  knows  why,  but,  I  can  finish  cleaning  up  here  so  you  can  go  do  what  you  gotta  do."

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location, haunted bobbles... 6 : 50pm. sorry we're closed. status, open ( 0 / 5 ).

distressed, appalled, shocked... all these could be words to express how he feels during this moment. seeing his face for the first time in over three hundred and fifty years equals leaving behind a past that wasn't even yours, including a representation and visual of what it means now. so seeing that box full of mirrors, it was weird and only expecting to see the decoration of this shop made him drop said mirror. the glass pieces have been shattered and not even attempted to be cleaned up. maybe he had a small fit upon seeing himself. the real question is: has he always looked like that? someone so shockingly handsome but also a reflection of his now - dead vampire lover? who knows. his head sharply turns upon hearing a knock at the door, and for a moment he even debates on answering it, but his roar and scream was enough to alarm anyone that he was, in fact, inside. so he ushers to answer it, look slightly frizzy and out of place. his response upon answering is immediate, not even bothering to look at the person before. " no, i don't know how many times i need to say it, but we do not accept donations. "

[reflecteres]

The  display  Jones  witnessed  was  not  unusual,  not  when  it  came  to  the  infamous  Caine  Godfrey.  Pomp  and  circumstance  had  been  his  constant  companions,  along  with  the  weird  shit  in  his  shop,  shit  that  Jones  didn't  dare  buy  or  touch  no  matter  how  much  each  of  them  told  a  story.  The  aura  of  them  was  enough  to  deter  her,  only  checking  it  out  of  Hunter's  Habit  some  would  say  --  like  a  looming  threat,  somewhat  curious,  somewhat  intrigued.  "Seems  unwise  to  not  accept  donations  when  you're  breakin'  half  of  your  inventory  but  I'm  not  a  business  owner  so  what  do  I  know,"  their  arms  go  up  in  half  surrender,  unfazed  by  the  aggression  and  anger.  "You  don't  look  as  polished  as  usual  though….  seems  like  a  sign  of  the  times,"  she  notices  the  cracked  mirror,  even  more  odd,  she  sees  bits  of  his  reflection  in  its  cracks  as  he  walks  away.  "I'll  be  damned.  You  look  in  that  and  realize  your  blonde's  growing  out?"  Of  course,  she's  teasing,  not  going  to  let  him  see  that  she's  actually  quite  disturbed  by  this  change  of  state.

[defangedtm]

"summerween," vee echoes, eyes narrowed as she chews on the concept, giving it some consideration. is this one of those american things? "can't say i've ever heard of summerween. is that a thing - thing, or is it like ... a rosemary - thing?" she's not opposed to the idea, not revulsed by the thought of dressing up despite the season. but, it seems unnatural. "because i can get behind christmas in july - since, you know, that's the halfway point - but it does feel too close now."

[reflecteres]

"If  it  was  a  Rosemary  thing,  I'd  be  giving  you  allll  the  deets.  In  fact,  there'd  be  a  whole  itinerary,"  she  as  well  starts  to  realize  that  Vee  probably  had  Halloween  happen  when  the  weather  was  warm.  "wait,  your  Halloween  is  already  warm,  right?  So,  would  Summerween  be  in  fall  weather?  It's  basically  Halloween  in  the  summer.  Christmas  in  July  makes  sense  in  the  Southern  Hemisphere  but...  I  have  a  feeling  it  would  be  hard  to  pull  off  here."  They  shrug,  though  they  still  smile  as  if  an  idea  is  in  progress  waiting  to  be  executed.  "Well,  if  you're  here  until  next  summer,  I'll  show  you  what  Summerween  is.  In  the  meantime,  you  have  any  costume  ideas  for  Halloween?"

[tmhollandss]

[reflecteres]

@intcrstates

[abstrxcts]

casio  always  had  a  reason  to  be  grateful  he  was  a  werewolf.  keen  senses,  strength,  good  looks,  etc...  but,  in  this  particular  moment,  it  was  the  expediated  healing.  while  most  of  the  superficial  wounds  had  already  healed  themselves  over,  there  were  still  a  few  serious  injuries  casio  had  to  get  treated  until  the  healing  handled  it...  which  was  why  he  found  himself,  once  again,  getting  treated  by  rosemary.

he'd  almost  feel  sorry  for  always  ending  up  in  need  of  her  care,  but,  truth  be  told,  he  liked  her  company.  even  when  it  ran  the  risk  of  getting  scolded.

instead  of  answering  her  questions,  casio  only  stared  at  her  without  blinking.  first  rule  of  fight  club,  you  don't  talk  about  fight  club.  he  figured  the  same  went  for  cults.

a  grin  slowly  spread  across  his  face  the  longer  he  stared  as  water  filled  his  eyes,  until—  "agh!"  he  squeezed  his  eyes  shut  from  the  pain,  chuckling  to  himself.  "think  i  might  be  better  off  not  answerin'  that...  least  until  your  done  with  those  stitches? wouldn't wanna get punished for bad behavior."  he  joked.

[reflecteres]

It's  then  that  Rosemary  gives  a  long  and  exaggerated  breath  in  and  out,  of  course,  she  won't  push  further  as  he  did  bring  up  a  great  point  --  he  was  technically  in  her  care.  Not  that  she  was  upset  or  really  annoyed,  the  rumors  about  Riverfells  were  an  interesting  thing  to  dance  around,  as  much  as  Rose  could  suspect  there  was  only  so  much  she  accuse  others  of  around  her.  Especially  without  any  proof.  There  was  no  reward (to her)   for  figuring  out  secrets. 

She  stares,  waiting  for  any  blinking  to  ensue,  giving  up  and  going  back  to  the  task  at  hand.  "You're  right.  I'll  listen  to  you  if  you  listen  to  me,"  she  frowns  again  as  she  unveils  the  gauze.  "But,  hey,  you  don't  ever  have  to  answer  that  but  you  could  be  doing  UFC  at  this  rate.  Go  big  with  all  this  fighting  you're  doing."  An  eyebrow  raise,  "maybe  the  cars  at  the  shop  are  beating  you  up?  I  know  Patches  does."  Her  baby,  her  car  that  made  it  to  Riverfells  on  what  felt  like  a  dream  &  a  whole  lot  of  prayer.  Not  that  she  was  particularly  religious.  If  there  was  anything  supernatural,  it  was  the  fact  that  her  car  had  made  the  many  miles  through  the  thick  fog  &  humid  terrain  of  Louisiana  after  it's  journey  through  the  rest  of  the  country. 

"You're  still  going  to  do  WHATEVER  you  want  anyways,  but,  it  doesn't  look  like  it's  doing  you  any  good."  Another  sigh  as  she  sanitizes  some  tweezers,  to  pick  out  the  pieces  of  glass  lodged  between  flesh.  "You  could  always  become  a  stunt  double.  Make  it  big  in  Hollywood,  put  in  a  good  word  for  little  ole  me."  She  smiles  as  she  quickly  dislodges  the  piece,  "at  least  you'd  be  getting  paid  to  get  hurt."

[reflecteres]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:   OPEN,  ANYWHERE. 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑺𝑻:   ANYONE.

"Kinda  surprised  this  place  doesn't  go  big  for  Summerween  ..."  Rosemary  muses,  a  slightly  disappointed  smile  on  their  face.  "You'd  think  with  the  whole  vibe  of  Riverfells  they'd  go  silly  for  Summerween.  That  would  be  a  cute  name.  Silly  for  Summerween.  But  ...I  guess..  we're  too  close  to  Halloween  for  it  now,  right?  Did  I  miss  any  Summerween  festivities?  Any  halfway  to  Halloween  celebrations?"

[reflecteres]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺:   CLOSED.   𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑺𝑻:   NICASIO  SOLIS  ( @moonbledd )

"So,  good  news,  I  think  we're  done  here  and  won't  need  a  follow  up  for  this."  The  first  wound  is  clean  now  but  the  one  accompanying  it  just  a  few  inches  down  was  merely  gauzed  up,  "bad  news  is,  this  one?  Stitches.  Pronto."  Her  hands  go  to  reveal  a  gash  that  she  wasn't  entirely  clear  on  its  origin.  "So....how  did  this  happen  again?"  Eyebrows  furrow  in  question  as  she  changes  her  gloves  and  goes  to  prepare  the  materials  needed.  "I've  been  seeing  a  few...wounds  like  this  the  last  few  weeks  and  I  never  get  a  clear  answer.  It's  kinda  weird  at  this  point.  You  part  of  a  Fight  Club?  Cult?  Blink  twice  for  cult,  three  times  for  Fight  Club."

[lefthope]

JUDE: yeah i can pick some up JUDE: i just don't have moolah JUDE: can i borrow some cash?

[reflecteres]

ROSEMARY: Can I Venmo you? Or Cashapp? Or are you banned..... ROSEMARY: There's five bucks somewhere in the kitchen but I have a sneaking feeling you've already sniffed that out. ROSEMARY: 🐷🐽

[lefthope]

JUDE: wait do cats not drink from bowls that don't have their names on it? JUDE: so i need a bowl that says cat on it? i mean i guess... JUDE: But yeah different milks because what if some are lactose intolerant?

[reflecteres]

ROSEMARY: I think scientifically, no. But. The cats around here seem to be ancient and know things, idk. I could've sworn one of the cats by the hospital was looking right into my soul. ROSEMARY: No, we can keep the bowl. ROSEMARY: That's very thoughtful of you ...just please replace my milks...you're out right now anyways right? Can you swing by the grocery store before picking me up?

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, The House by the Sea