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✦ ⌢ lucky draw ! for @pclarcld / @rcsilience 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ redstone bar (post memorial reveal) 𓂂
a glass of whiskey calls his name— but in a shocking turn of events, santiago is able to ignore its request tonight. he sits outside for a 'breather' ( read as: a means of self control ) . his stomach twists at the thought of the names on the memorial being some sicko's checklist & it turns just the same at the idea of it being a distasteful prank. he wonders how the names were chosen, if the people on it would be looking over their shoulders carefully for the foreseeable future. someone headed for the open night catches his eye, ❝ you probably shouldn't go alone, right ? ❞
✦ ⌢ lucky draw ! for @yoonmiina ( @daniielw ) / @f0rgetme 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ deer lake clubhouse 𓂂
in the brisk air around deer lake, maeve can almost pretend her hometown is restored to normalcy. if her eyes fall closed, she can imagine herself as a child, weaving through the trees & later as a teenager, sneaking into the reddings' rentals. unfortunately, the chill that creeps up her spine when another person walks by is evidence enough of the cruelty plaguing their home. she returns back inside, greeting the closest person dutifully. ❝ is everything going okay tonight ? ❞
LOCATION : the candlelit memorial , sometime around 5pm . open to everyone .
there was something so surreal about the things that were happening in red creek , for the first time the thoughts touching her in more than just a passing way . when she was younger , she had been so idealistic , protected by her parents and looking forwards to life . she thought now that maybe her eyes were opening little by little to what was really going on and how those losses must feel , empathetic heart bleeding more and more for those left behind . she isn't there for personal mourning but to think about the lives that have been lost , to consider the hole they left in the world and all their lives . then , the veil is pulled back and there's more writing than she remembers , a second for her brain to catch up to the foreign thing that is taking place ... she doesn't make a noise as others seem to have some kind of reaction . blink once . instinctually , she reaches out and grabs onto the hand of the person standing beside her , having came alone , separated initially from anyone . it is almost a knee jerk reaction but she doesn't let go , least of all trying to comprehend the presence of her sisters name . not a word spoken . fight , flight ... freeze .
hana doesn't question the hand that falls into hers, simply squeezing it in response. it's an offering of comfort, a sense of community as theirs crumbles around them. mouth hangs slightly ajar as it's unveiled to host more occupants than it should. she might gasp, but she isn't sure. her heart rises in her throat. their named etched into the memorial like a premature headstone. is it a threat ? a warning ? a cruel joke ? she wonders if the other has noticed her own family occupying a space on the memorial. is it better to tell her or— ❝ do you want to leave ? ❞
✦ ⌢ dedicated to @inlustre's sabine 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ deer lake clubhouse, just before 7pm 𓂂
maeve reddings may very well be an encyclopedic definition of perpetual motion. a life full of go, go, go— there's no room to dwell if you're constantly working on the next objective. it's what had kept her busy at deer lake clubhouse as she helped prepare for the fundraisers; it's the same thing that conveniently kept her away from the memorial unveiling itself. but news travels fast in red creek. she burns with the need to discuss, to expel the weight of knowledge off of her own shoulders. as she walks into the next room, she's thankful to see sabine. no time for greetings, she begins- ❝ did you hear what happened today ? ❞
✦ ⌢ dedicated to @enternights' carlos 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ deer lake clubhouse, around 8pm 𓂂
❝ just a second ! i know a packed like, little spell jars in here. ❞ back turned to the steady traffic of fundraiser attendees, hana rummages through one of the boxes she had haphazardly packed. ( should've listened when they told her to keep it minimal. ) it's a win in her book when she manages to pull out a vial that's meant for protection. she spins on her heel, ready to present it to an older woman who just received a particularly bleak reading— carlos medina faces her instead. talk about a jumpscare ! ❝ oh, it's you. ❞ she deflates, moment of victory leaving just as quickly as it came. ❝ did you need something ? ❞
✦ ⌢ dedicated to @southernbells' savannah 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ town hall, around 6pm 𓂂
a curious mind paired with an unwavering commitment to red creek; perhaps this is what leads piper to question all attendees as if she is someone in uniform. she may as well be to some — daughter of the mayor, an ever-present face in a town of so few. she spots someone walking away & she follows them like a magnet. ❝ hey, wait up ! ❞ piper hopes her voice doesn't sound as desperate as she feels. ❝ i'm trying to check in with everyone, make sure they're doing okay after that. ❞ ( maybe find out what they saw, but that's unimportant. ) ❝ are you ? … okay, i mean. ❞
✦ ⌢ dedicated to @bledrose's rebecca 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ town hall, around 5pm 𓂂
the memorial is … disastrous. it goes about as well as a memorial could go when a killers roams among them. even from a distance, piper can tell that the number of names listed outgrows the number of known victims. familiar names plague the tribute. as the background noise morphs into a palpable upset, her eyes scan the crowd. do you linger here ? now ? an inaudible question to an unknown recipient. a silent plea for whatever is plaguing her town to step out from the shadows. hands find the shoulder of the nearest person– her aunt, she realizes– as she aims to speak the next words directly into a listening ear. ❝ do you see anyone out of place ? ❞
✦ ⌢ dedicated to @ofvolatile's taylan 𓂂 ✦ ⌢ @ town hall, just after the reveal 𓂂
who would do this ? the question hangs heavily above the heads of everyone in attendance. as he watches confusion morph to fear, then progress onto something angrier, he knows one thing: they're going to get it wrong. with a move that is textbook juvenile, red creek pd will try to place blame on one of the infamous insurgents in the town. but santi knows those people, knows them because he used to be them— & most of all, knows that they wouldn't do that. ❝ they're about to start a fuckin' manhunt, aren't they ? ❞
the pinch grabs his attention and he glances over, eyes meeting piper's for just a split second before she heads off. without words he knows and he follows. just like he has since he was a kid, followed behind his older siblings. anywhere. off a cliff if that's what piper told him was cool. "you okay?" griffin asks as they get outside, pulling at the sleeves of his too-short jacket. it's a dumb question because he knows nothing is okay and he felt that same way she did in there, the grief and sadness weighing on everyone, making it hard to even think straight. "some of the flowers in there are dying already. they should've caught that. the bereavement committee people or whatever."
for the first time of the night, a smile graces piper's features. griffin heard her silent request & obliged, like any good sibling would. ❝ i'm alright, are you ? ❞ she says, lies, because she's not okay for reasons that would puzzle anyone who heard them. something about a funeral service always feel wrong, but she can't place blame on the planner— he knew her too, after all. ❝ just think of it like the flowers are mourning too, yeah ? i'm sure the whole town will seem like it's wilting for a while. ❞ she pauses, tips her head up to look at the dark sky. what comes out is something she's been afraid to say out loud, ❝ this sort of... confirmed it, right ? that someone bad is hiding in red creek ? ❞
clementine’s nose loves to sneak into places it doesn’t belong, every hidden nook and cranny, taking pleasure in burrowing deep into other people’s lives and extracting information. a collector of treasures. she doesn’t see anything wrong with that, doesn't really stop to think about it — her strange way of being close with others. not nearly enough, but a good start. a desperate wish to stuff as many humans as possible into her cobwebbed heart ; blame her upbringing. the most recent murder holds up a magnifying glass, amplifying that clawing need, keeping her lingering outside town hall like a sad spirit. she knows humankind is curious, morbid — will shake their heads and say they can’t take it while never once looking away. the site of a brutal killing, no doubt about it … a potential socializing spot ? maybe. piper talbot appears like a frazzled gift from above, both proving her theory and pulling an immediate smile across her face. the excitement of talking to someone spills from clementine, making her response sound inappropriate, entirely too scintillating, “ oh, and this is only the beginnin’. ”
an unseemly response pulls her from her own stupor; an equally misplaced laugh leaving piper. ❝ jesus, clem– way to sound totally slasher flick. ❞ she shifts her weight on her feet. a bit dark, she supposes, considering there really is a slasher in red creek. two confirmed killings & a missing woman certainly seem to point that way. her head tilts from it's focus on the town hall to ponder clementine rhodes instead. could it be you ? are you capable of this ? the train of thought is useless, with no evidence to back it up. ❝ let the man hunt begin, i guess. ❞ a piece of her knows it will. because this is it— a town forced to repeat history until they get the answer right. ❝ any theories in your head ? ❞
closed starter with: matilda and hana (@repentulant) setting: sisters of the moon, 5:30pm
The rush of air smelled like home. More than just a shop, the Sisters of the Moon was a port in the storm, a sanctuary. Matilda had spent thousands of hours wandering through the shelves, drinking tea as she leafed through their books, and sometimes just… hanging out, watching the world go by. But she wasn’t passing through for pleasure today- this was more personal, more desperate. As she caught Hana’s attention, her voice was quiet, but her words carried an obvious heaviness. “Hey, do you have time for a reading? I know it’s late, but I can tip extra. I just…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for the words. She felt burdened, haunted, unable to turn a corner without fear. Beyond that, her thoughts were turning too often to Kirby, and she’d started seeing her everywhere. In grocery stores, in passing cars, in the Redstone, in her goddamn dreams- but it was never her, always just a mistaken identity, a trick of the mind. “I keep trying to read my own cards, but they don’t make any sense. They’re all jumbled and none of them fit together. Maybe it’s just me, I dunno. Maybe my cards are broken.”
the excitement surrounding her job dulls in moments of crisis. which is the worst, because those moments tend to be the times that business booms. it's so hard telling people the tougher meanings on a good day, even worse when it's a dark day. she's about to say no, tell matilda that she'll have to come back tomorrow, but something begs her to indulge. maybe it's because she recognizes the plea within it, the frustration that comes when a wall build between you & yourself. her features soften. ❝ i can make time. ❞ after all, this is when she is at her most genuine & even then...
at the front of the shop, hana flips the sign from 'open' to 'closed'. if they're to make sense of this, they'll need to do so without interruptions. ❝ i'm sure your cards aren't broken. it can be hard to do a good self reading if you've got all of this... um, stuff looming over your head. harder if that cards aren't saying what you want to hear. ❞ she moves toward the back of the stop to her reading room, draws the lace curtain to the side. ❝ will you step in ? we'll figure this out. no sweat. ❞
he didn't hesitate to change course towards redstone bar . while she wasn't his favorite person in the world , and he certainly didn't trust her , he would never abandon someone in their time of need. the fear in the town hung heavy in the air , everything coated in a thick fog . he knew what it was like to be scared and worried . the same feelings burrowing into his muscles and tendons and bones . worried about bash . anxious about matilda . nervous about bronte . about the whole town . and the blame rested partially on him . he was failing at keeping the town safe. at protecting it and stopping the bad guy . so he rushed to do what he could , and he found himself outside of redstone , hana at his side .
" uh , my car is parked just about a block down this way . " finger pointing straight ahead before quickly burrowing back into his pocket . walking in step next to her , he looked around . the town was quiet , seemingly peaceful . most people choosing to stay in their homes rather than venture out after dark , shattering the illusion of peace . but he didn't know what to do to break the eery silence . didn't know what to say that wouldn't lead to some kind of argument . " well , uh , did you have a fun night ? " awkward question for an awkward pair , but they made it to the squad car . a quick step in front of her , and grabbed the handle and held the door open for her .
for the first time in years, hana is thankful for the size of the town. the close proximity means kaz reaches her with impressive speed ; the familiarity has her sighing in relief. as she walks next to him, she pulls the jacket tighter around her torso. the air between them feels uncertain— what usually is filled with disagreements & tension is now replaced by something like gratitude & security. ❝ dunno if i'd call it fun. even the vodka tastes sad tonight. i liked the music though. ❞ hana sayoc, who could make conversation with a brick wall, struggles to find a happy medium in small talk. she puffs her cheeks with air, like she's trying to stop the apology before it comes out– ❝ thanks for coming. i'm sorry i called, i just wasn't sure who else would answer. ❞ she slides into the squad care with ease. her chest feels lighter to be in it. as soon as he takes his own seat, she asks, ❝ were you busy ? ❞
savannah wasn't necessary close to kirby either, yet she still had felt compelled to go to her funeral that was being held. she was so young, only a mere year older than her and had so much life to live. it was hard for anyone to wrap their heads around the recent news of the gruesome tragedy. she had just arrived, unsure of where to sit and deciding that near the back of the chapel would probably be best.
blue orbs glance over to santi and she offers a sympathetic glance. "i think it happens to more people than you think," she spoke. trying to make small talk towards the boy, even if she felt like she was failing miserably. "i've been here for like nine years and it's sometimes easier to remember people's regular orders than their first names."
grievances are better when shared, that's something he should remember. in a town like red creek, it seems that people are always sharing more than they bargained for. even at a time like this, savannah's words carry a hidden offer to share the burden. everyone forgets a name at some point; it doesn't make santi any more cruel than the next. ❝ i know it can happen, it's just— a reminder of how much harder i'll need to make an effort around town, you know ? ❞ with this doom looming over their heads, it's impossible to know what conversation risks being the last. ❝ i was a nurse, i know life is fragile, but this— ❞
she wasn’t entirely sure why she had stepped into the chapel. what she had spent so long rejecting now seemed to pull at her, clinging to her almost desperately, as if it sensed she was slipping away. maybe it was an old reflex— an instinct, buried deep, to seek sanctuary after hearing something so unspeakable. she didn’t know the girl and the thought of praying for her forgiveness felt like a lie when she hadn't even asked for her own. with a sigh, she folded her knees to her chest, her feet resting on the edge of the pew. for a brief, charged moment, her eyes locked with the figure she was trying so hard to avoid—the one she couldn’t outrun. held it for a second too long and the weight became unbearable, making her rise quickly, the old wood creaking beneath her, and head for the door. a stupid idea. she shouldn’t have come here. a voice reached her, stopping her in her tracks. it felt like a trap—sticky and inescapable. she froze. max glanced around, half-hoping someone else might answer the call, someone better suited to this moment. there was no one else close enough, no one else who could hear, and the responsibility fell on her, whether she wanted it or not. “ i don’t think it’s fair to punish yourself for that, ” she began, her voice soft, slightly unsure but laced with something kind and unyielding. “ there are far worse things ------ i don't even remember it being mentioned in any of the scriptures, ” a weak attempt at humor. max took a step closer, then another, lowering herself onto the pew beside him. “ if anything ------- it shows you cared --- you didn’t forget her name, you asked. that means something. it shows you cared enough to want to know her, even if you didn’t before. ” a beat. “ do not ------ weigh yourself with unnecessary guilt. it's nothing you should be apologizing for. ”
there's kindness laced in the voice that answers his call to no one in particular. ( to anyone who would listen, is more like it. ) it almost has him breathing in a sigh of relief. someone is willing to hear the thought— & not only that, they're willing to mull over the sentiment with him. at his core, santiago knows the thought is ridiculous to hang on to. red creek itself surely had its fair share of apologies to pay kirby; a forgotten name by an old classmate surely fell at the bottom of the list. he nods, finally. ❝ sorry to you, at least. of all the things people could seek out church for— ❞ he pauses, not wanting to tilt the conversation in his direction again. ❝ it's hard to believe something so fleeting can be the only memory that sticks with you, isn't it ? never knowing our last goodbye, that's... a lot. ❞ to put it lightly.
cyrus ends up at the church due to his need to be involved, to be seen, and he knows that when tragedy strikes? there will always be people that take solace in the lord. and there are always people more willing to talk after a tragedy and cyrus is always willing to endear himself to new people for his own sake, for his own reputation. even in tragedy, perseverance is important, he thinks. he looks over at santi as he speaks, a sigh leaving his lips, "some people cane be your neighbor and still be a stranger. i'm sure she didn't hold it against you." or maybe she did. cyrus certainly didn't know kirby. "and i bet you never forgot after she told you, right? so i think you're settled up."
❝ you’re probably right. it’s just… what came to mind, which doesn’t seen fair to her. ❞ he must be right, is the thing. surely kirby had more things to worry about than a guy from high school forgetting her name. still— head tilts in their direction to give the new guest his full attention. everyone in red creek is sure to be seen & heard by him from now on. he’ll commit every face, name, & voice to memory. no more forgetting, not when life itself proves to be so fragile. ❝ sorry— this should definitely not be about my problems. ❞