#lunarcoveevent16

[cantfightmoonlight]

@lunarcovestarters

Option A:

"Here," Sav swung her legs over the picnic table as she slid the smuggled pie over toward the other. "The last pie is all yours. Just don't tell anyone I smuggled it out from the contest, alrighty sugar?" The baker flashed them a teasing wink. "Those pie eaters are like bloodhounds with a sugar addiction. Barely made it out with a slice let alone this whole pie. I mean one more second and I'd've been elbowed into next week."

Option B:

"Oh my god!" Bri squealed as she swatted the donkey's snout away from her. Her squeals only grew louder though, as the animal nipped again at her this time going for her hair. "No! Bad Donkey! Bad," She exclaimed, jumping backward as she attempted to get away from them. But as she did, a pony nipped at her curls instead. "That's it! I'm out! I can't-" The vampire exclaimed, protectively guarding her hair as she tried to make an escape from the petting zoo only to jump again at the sight of another dang horse. "Oh Jesus! I hate this. I hate this. Please, for the love of god, tell me the ass did not take an actual bite out of my hair."

Option C:

It seemed like all of those years in a getaway car had paid off. Leyla sped around the bend, leaving her competition in the dust as the car flew across the finish line. Screeching to a halt, she slid out of the driver's seat with an innocent grin toying at the corner of her lips and a mischievous glint to her eyes. "Whose next?" She beamed after being officially declared the winner. Only just as she was moving to greet her next competition, alarms began to ring across town. "Oh shoot. What's happening?" She blinked over at the person across from her, growing flustered as the news of the storm wailed through the alarms.

[ignoringevery-omen]

option a where : barrel racing, the rodeo

In the year since the camp fire retreat she had headed to the stables when she could to ride, the racing at the camp having reinvigorated her love for it. So here she was, having just done the barrel racing, her hair windblown and heart racing as she and Milo headed back into the holding area, her giving him excited pats. "¡Lo hiciste asombroso, Milo!" She exclaimed running a hand down his neck before swinging a leg over him and jumping off. Such open, childish glee was rare for her and she relished in it. "We might have won that one buddy." She added, beaming at the horse, rein in her hands and blind to the world.

option b where: chili cook-off

Putting her chili down, she had to smirk, knowing it may cause a little drama when people went to eat it. It was a Frankenstein concoction of chili and birria, with a few Carolina Reaper peppers added in for a healthy kick of spice. Feeling someone inch close to her she ladled a serving into a bowl, holding it out to them, cocking her head slightly: "how do you like spice?"

option c where : mechanical bull, sinners

She was enough drinks in that this seemed like a good idea. Was it? Probably not. Did she approach it with the confidence of a professional bull rider? Yes. "Betsy, if you throw me on my ass, before I win my bets, I will figure out how to turn a mechanical bull into a steak." She mock whispered to the mechanical bull before it turned on. She did far better than she thought she would, before she was tossed up, not even the bump to her ego could wipe the cocky smirk on her face as she walked out of the ring, a little dance to her step as she said: "pay up, I won that fair and square."

@lunarcovestarters

[marghoststories]

@lunarcovestarters Where: Chili Cook Off

"So, I definitely saw that guy over there put Peeps and jellybeans in his chili," Margo said conversationally to the person next to her, holding a bowl of decidedly more normal chili in her hands. "I don't know if he's just copying The Good Place, or if he's having a completely separate but no less intense crisis, or if he's actually onto something, but there's definitely something interesting going on over there." She holds up her own bowl. "This has cocoa powder in it, and it's kind of delicious. Totally solid choice for a chili, I think. I've seen no less than four different people get into the bean versus no beans in the chili argument. This might be more entertaining than a movie. What did you end up going with?"

[valentina-martinez]

For: @cantfightmoonlight (Jas) Location: Street Racing

Cutting the engine on her bike, Valentina pulled off her helmet, dark hair tumbling free as she took a deep breath. The adrenaline was still singing in her veins, cheeks flushed from it and the overwhelming heat. Her tank top clung to her skin, the sky darkening above as the humidity reached a new high. She wasn't any stranger to reckless behaviour, it was part of her personality at that point, but there was something different in the air. The sound of screeching tires continued on nearby as other drivers zoomed by, and then she caught sight of a familiar face. "Hey!" she called out with a wide grin, waving at the other woman, "perfect day for a ride, huh?"

[devrim-selvi]

closed | @cantfightmoonlight (Sav) + @unlost (Will)

A severe weather warning felt ominous in the wake of the aquarium flooding some months ago. Devrim still found it difficult to be around water. Even the thought of heavy rain made him uneasy, but mostly because of Savannah. "Looks like we need to get indoors." An assertion he made with his eyes to the sky. Dark clouds had formed above and threatened rain at any moment. His first priority was keeping Savannah dry, but once he'd found a barn for them to ride out the storm in he asked, "Is Serra with your mom?" In that house, his heart rate increased, a strong breeze away from falling into the water? From the barn door Devrim watched the storm roll in with a worried expression. His demeanor shifting slightly as he saw Will approach. "Hey, man! Come on in." With a wave he welcomed the witch into the barn with them. "You met Savannah yet?"

[georgianaortiz]

closed | @dhruvxmehta

Street racing was Gia's only interest when a rodeo was decreed as the town's next community event. The vampire's love of cars began with the first automobile. The collection in her private garage a reflection of such appreciation, coupled with the time and means to acquire a lofty catalogue. It was exhilarating to sit behind the wheel of a vehicle and make it fly. The severe weather announcement and sudden downpour of rain not enough to stop her, until she hydroplaned off the road. In the madness of her uncontrollable spinning through a flooding field, Georgiana began to laugh. Her hands off the wheel as she enjoyed the ride until her car collided with a tree and stopped.

Unharmed, the vampire climbed from her wrecked McLaren and into the storm. After a short attempt to walk home, that soaked her clothes in rain and mud, Gia ducked into a nearby barn to avoid electrocution as unrelenting lightening lit up the dark sky.

It wasn't the ideal place to wait out a storm, but she committed to making herself comfortable. Her shoes came off first, then began her attempt to peel off her clothes. Every layer stuck to her skin in a way that made the fabric difficult to remove even as she hopped and wiggled about.

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Bull Riding Competition

Who: @dhruvxmehta

Hearing the names announced for the bull riding made Dilan raise an eyebrow from where she sat in the stands. Checking over the sheet of paper that had been left behind by the person next to her and sure enough there was Dhruv’s name. She had to admit she was shocked to see his name along with the others.

Getting up as Jackson Marsh finished his ride and the bull was put back in the cage and she walked around the arena till she found Dhruv. “So my eyes aren’t deceiving me.” Dilan remarked as she walked up to him. “You really about to do this?” Pointing to the bull who was rattling around the cage. Pushing the hair out of her face as she looked up at him. “I thought you were like a scientist, not a dumbass.” Half teasing as a smile broke out across her face. “This is a bad idea, you realize that right?”

[ernieernieboi]

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