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[thrcughthewccds]

where: pellar's town | when: curse, 3 am | whom: @theepridenthunder Wes

Sam likes easy jobs. Tonight is not one of them. He's spent the better part of the night digging up a literal skeleton. He'd heard rumors about a city official that may have gotten up to some questionable things in his past and that was all he needed. It took time but he found the skeleton and brought it back to his home. Now it's safely hidden in his basement ready to be used as blackmail when he needs to put pressure on the man whom this dirty secret belongs to.

But he's out of duct tape and a few other ends and odds he needs for properly storing these remains. Luckily, he can just order them and they'll come straight to him. He does what he can, not bothering to clean up yet. Then there's a knock at the front door. He heads up stairs, locking the door to the basement before he opens the door.

"Oh it's you," he greets with a grin. "Always a welcome sight."

It's the usual handsome man who makes these late night deliveries, lovely dark skin, a nice build that he seems to try and hide, though that could be because of how cold it gets at night, and deep brown eyes that Sam can imagine swimming in.

Then he feels just how cold it is, having been too caught up with his task of digging earlier to even notice.

"Come in, you must be freezing. Come warm up. I'll make you something."

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: troian palace | when: evening | whom: open to all

With the turn to summer, Thea feels better about staying out of her house in the evenings more. Warm summer air mixed with the cool see breeze on her skin. It's her favorite time of the year, makes her feel at home.

So during the spring and summer she has a standing weekly reservation at Troian Palace that she rarely ever misses. Most times she's alone but it's an easy way to remain personally or professionally social. Friends and close colleagues all have open invitations to join her and sometimes when she wants a work meeting outside of the courthouse, she'll meet here.

She looks up from the card with the day's specials when her guest is brought to the table.

"You made it," she says with a polite smile.

[thrcughthewccds]

where: motunui | when: evening | whom: open to all

Samuel can feel his magic somewhere. Just out of reach. He just needs to take it.

He settles himself in a cave on some island he doesn't know anything about. The fire he starts is small, mostly just to keep warm but also to make the shadows around him deeper. He just need to commune with the darkness. Establish his connection with it after all this time.

He feels like he's on the cusp of finally getting it when the snap of a twig outside takes his attention away and... it's gone again.

He sighs, frustrated.

"You might as well show yourself," he calls, gritting his teeth as he tries to find that edge again but it's gone. He looks out to the mouth of the cave where he can make out a figure in the darkness. "You've already made yourself known.

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: Thea's office | when: day time | whom: Harriet @theafterglcw

Thea reads through papers on her desk, making sure she doesn't miss a single detail of this ridiculous motion request. If this big shot lawyer thinks he's getting one over her, he's got-

There's a knock at the door to her office, breaking her train of thought.

"You better be coffee, a smoothie, or an emergency," she calls by way of greeting. "Otherwise, I can't promise you'll leave with all your limbs."

She's joking of course. Mostly.

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: utp | when: evening | whom: @allxtted Leticia | answered ask: you can come with me. i mean if you don’t have anyone waiting for you (from leticia to thea)

Thea looks up from her phone, in the middle of getting a taxi to the... party. She has to remind herself that normal people support their friends, even when it involves being in public for extended periods of time. After a long day of smiling for cameras alongside her fellow council members, she has to go and do some more smiling. It's exhausting.

And now here's Leticia, offering to take her to the party. Thea squints suspiciously.

"Why?"

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: the docks | when: day | whom: @allxtted Hook | answered ask: ❝ i’ve heard a few things about you. ❞ - Hook

Thea is tense as she follows Zikas and Leticia along the dock. Leticia had worn her down (barely) and Thea had agreed to make a public appearance but only as support for another council member. She's very much regretting even that concession. But at least the public attention is mostly on Zikas.

She looks to the side when she hears the comment and sees a tall man that looks like he's trying too hard to be a dark and broody romance novel character.

"Really now? You must run in unsavory circles to have heard about me. Careful now."

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: city hall | when: post earthquake | whom: Edmund @justedmnd

Now this is a crisis Thea can handle. Not talking to the press, or fielding questions on the streets. She's in the City Hall conference room, maps placed on the large table in front of her, several radios chirping updates, live feeds on the large screen and people standing ready to take her orders.

She's in contact with all emergency services, hearing all major information and attempting to help mitigate more ensuing disaster. She's got all city council members queued up in case they need to pass information to the public. She directing movements in high risk areas like she's a general in a warzone.

She sees the big picture and she trusts people to trust her judgement.

The room is relatively quiet at the moment, fewer people now after she'd spent an hour delegating who is in charge of which operation and who is reporting back to her.

She stands over the map, tracing the marks made to indicated where the fault line has opened.

"You better not be staring at me," she says without looking up. "There's plenty of other things to be staring at."

[thrcughthewccds]

where: tirulia town | when: evening | whom: @hcartmade Ashton | ask: CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

The centaur's arrived, making it very clear in order to survive, they'll need to be able to fight. Sam sees some logic to it, especially while his powers are questionable. But Facilier was never one to rely on brute strength. He knew true strength resided in connection with others.

And how lucky for him that he's made so many connections like the one he has with a blond tailor.

They'd found each other among the crowds and Sam had easily pulled Ashton back into his orbit.

Now he watches the man training with a broom? It's odd but Sam isn't going to risk questioning it. Instead he'll just watch as the man starts to drip sweat and breath heavy. New yet so familiar.