“ do you remember when we were here? what was it -- five? six? years ago? ” she asks in a dreamy tone, and she knows it was six years ago. “ we shared a bottle of water. ”
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“ do you remember when we were here? what was it -- five? six? years ago? ” she asks in a dreamy tone, and she knows it was six years ago. “ we shared a bottle of water. ”
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status: closed for @mackfm setting: the woods near the barn
BEING WOODSTOCK BORN AND RAISED, the annual halloween party had gotten stale a long time ago. there were only so many years of watching mediocre fights break out while a bunch of randos dry - hump each other before you start to look for other means of entertainment. for trip, this means a tradition. you see, if there’s one thing he can’t resist, it’s a good story, so when he’d first heard the tale of the woodacre beast while surrounded by a bunch of inebriated young adults who could barely recognize their own shadow, a little idea had formed in the back of his mind. from that day onward, he’d take some time in the night every year to slip away and wait. wait for someone to inevitably wander into the woods on a dare, or for a clandestine meeting, or just to get a breath of fresh air. all it took was one person. snap a few twigs here, rustle a couple bushes there, suddenly they were running back to add just a bit of credence to the delectable story that is the woodacre beast. sure, maybe it’s a little messed up to scare strangers for a story and laughs, but most of these people were too fucked up to remember any of it the next day — no long term damage done. short term was another matter.
the unlucky sap tonight is a face he hasn’t seen since training them to take his place at high volume a year ago: one mackenzie forester, hunting for the woodacre beast, if he had to take a guess. fitting, assuming he’s correct in his assumption, that is. with heels held in his left hand, he creeps, slow and careful, to a bush behind where mack stands. once there, its a simple matter to hold his breath, reach out with his free hand, and give the branches a quick shake.
her summer with mack is one she’ll never forget. a summer of firsts, developing a fear for the dark because she started to believe in ghosts, and discovering her favourite flavour of ice cream because they shared one once. she’ll sigh longingly towards mack every time she recalls the moments they shared together, albeit few, but like every main character with more love stories to live, she’s (somewhat) over it and she can only hope mack is too. “ have you heard about the lizard people theory? ” she’d researched conspiracy theories the night before, knowing she’d be working with mack today. “ maybe jerry’s one of them. ”
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status : closed for @mackfm setting : forget me nots antiques & curios
GIFT GIVING, IT'S AN ART FORM, though perhaps not one trip is particularly blessed in. even after 15 minutes in the forester family's shop, all he's managed to come up with is a small plant pot for kc and the beginning of an incense - induced headache. ah well, better than nothing, right ? stepping away from the fruitless shelves of oddities, he’s about to make his way to the checkout desk when his back suddenly collides with something solid. heart leaping, he pivots quickly, hands shooting out just in time for a ridiculously expensive - looking vase to land in his arms rather than shatter into the ground. too close. way too close. he hazards a glance up, hoping that no one saw the blunder, but then his eyes lock with mack's behind the register, and his hopes sink. ❝ that . . . could have been really bad, ❞ trip laughs, sheepish and utterly unaware of the fragments of plant pot now laying around his feet, the piece abandoned in the heat of the moment.
location : woodacre barn availability : closed for @mackfm
seeing josie at woodacre barn was a weird thing to see. she had only gone a handful of times to parties but most people didn’t invite her to those kinds of parties where there was too much of that thing going on because despite being popular, she was still the pastor’s daughter. she was really only there because she was retracing her footsteps, trying to find her barrette that she had lost back during the halloween party. she had looked everywhere else and this was...well, her last resort because being alone in the woodacre barns gave her the creeps a bit. she had heard stories about ghosts and while her father told her there were no such thing, she wasn’t sure if she believed him. she bent down to see if she could see anything when she quite literally bumped into mack. she took a few steps back and said, “i’m sorry! wait...mack? what are you doing here?”
with : @mackfm location : living room of the silly little apartment
in all the chaos of jerry and the fire and the hospital, it’s actually been some time since kc got his supplies out of his room. the living room isn’t exactly a far distance, but there’s more space down here. between mack and her board and kc, a sketch pad and his favorite drawing pencils, they’ll need it. ❛ jamie’s at work, should just be you and me for a while, ❜ he takes a seat on the floor, table usually in the middle of the room pushed all the way to the edge so the center is clear for them. he’s set out a couple bowls of chips, in the spirit of snacks and good hosting. ❛ i talked to marty about the dude, so i’m hoping between the two of us we can get kinda close ? ❜
10. CHARACTER FLAWS MEME - 👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?
idk if this counts but because his mom refused to ever tell him who his dad was or anything about him, when jamie was a really little kid he imagined that maybe his dad was an evil monster of some kind. he went through phases where he thought of him as a demon who lived in his closet, or under his bed, or in the refrigerator. it was pretty short-lived though, because his grandmother was very much against superstition and made sure jamie knew how absolutely ridiculous he was being.
07. HEADCANON MEME - Send me a ✦ for a random headcanon about our muses
send me a ✦ for a random headcanon about our muses
when mack and kc are working a shift together they will do a covert goofy faces contest while one or both of them are helping customers. this entails the two of them making the most bonkers faces possible at each other until one of them gets caught/seen by whoever they're "helping" at the time. low stakes, but the loser might just have to share their next snack. they're currently pretty tied, 'cause neither of them are actually that good at the covert part.