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[btwnthepines]

𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 .ᐟ IN THE SUN

CLOSED EVENT STARTER FROM: EVIE @cryforlxve WHERE: FORBES & SANTOS WEDDING

jessamine forbes and xavier santos had officially tied the knot, and true to the bride’s insistence, the entire town of pinehaven had spent the night dressed to the nines. now, in the bleary, golden hued hours of the deep night, the grandeur was fracturing into comfortable, exhausted chaos. neckties were tied around foreheads, tulle skirts were tucked into waistbands, and the air smelled faintly of spilled champagne and melting candle wax. off to the side of the swirling dance floor, tucked into a temporary refuge from the flying champagne corks and overzealous line dancers, sat evie and tae. with a theatrical, full body sigh of pure relief, evie slipped one foot out of a sky high, vibrant platform heel and massaged her arch.

"i am officially introducing a new theory on midnight beasties next week," she announced, her voice instantly pivoting into that bright register that always signaled the arrival of a delightful, unstoppable tangent. "platform shoes are an absolute, undisputed government conspiracy. they exist solely to trick women into believing they can bypass the fundamental laws of gravity and anatomy. they are always, always vastly better in theory than they are in practice."

she leaned in close, letting the weight of her exhaustion pull her against his side. the deliberate, heavy brush of her shoulder against his linen clad arm sent a familiar magnetic jolt straight down her spine. a sensation that momentarily distracted her from her throbbing nerve endings, though she wouldn’t dare admit it. "think about the psychology of it," she continued, her eyes wide as she grew more deeply invested in her own rhetoric, leaning into his warmth.

"in theory, you put them on and you’re instantly a majestic, five foot eight woodland nymph who can command an audience or, you know, confidently dance to 90s pop remixes without a care in the world. in practice? in practice, your ankles are basically gelatinous over boiled noodles, and you’re one slippery spilled gin and tonic away from fracturing your fibula in front of the entire wedding party. it’s a trap, tae. a beautiful, cloud covered, orthopedic nightmare."

[rosecolored-b0y]

Morning at the Station

open starter (kinda event starter? Manan wants to hear about your Pride plans!!) @pinehavenstarters location: Pinehaven FM studio time: early morning, 4:30-5:00 am

The Pinehaven FM studio is quiet, the classic rock mix that’s set to auto play while someone is away from the desk playing softly through the speakers. Manan had come in this morning to find the new graveyard-shift disk jockey nearly slumped over the soundboard. He could only chuckle quietly to himself, the first few late night shifts are a hard adjustment for anyone, even self proclaimed night owls. So he took pity and sent them home, no need to stick around for cleanup. It’s not like the studio is big enough for the morning reset to really need two people anyway, but it keeps up morale and teambuilding he supposes. 

Cleaning up around the studio didn’t feel too different from cleaning up his own apartment. Some days it felt like he lived here more often than the tiny one bedroom a few blocks away. He enjoyed the reset of it. Everything would be ready for the rest of the small team to trickle their way in during the day and start their work without stress. Counters were wiped down, floors swept, a large pot of coffee noisily brewing in the kitchenette, and the newest segment schedules for the week on people’s desks. With the studio looking as neat as it possibly could be being so stuffed with equipment and decor so old it should be donated to the museum, there was nothing to do but greet his waiting morning commute audience.

Manan stepped into the booth, making sure the door closed solidly behind him. He sat down at the desk with the soundmixer, taking a deep drink of his coffee as he flipped the On Air sign on and started to fade out the last song of the hour.

“Good morning folks! This is Manan Wolfe-Feng with Pinehaven FM radio, and you are listening to Early Bird Connections. The show that hopes to put a smile on the faces of all my fellow early risers. I know how hard it can be to keep yourself in a good mood when everyone is still sleeping soundly, no one for company but the morning dew and the song birds. So in between our lovely tracks, and the weather and traffic reports as they roll in, feel free to call the station and tell us what’s on your mind this morning.” 

“Nothing too big, and nothing too small. Maybe you need lunch recommendations, or can’t remember the name of the song stuck in your head, or have plans for the day you’re excited to share with somebody. Whatever it may be, please give the station’s line a ring. Speaking of plans, I’m sure some of you are going to be attending the Pride Parade today, you may even be up prepping for it yourself. We here at Pinehaven FM want to wish everyone a very happy Pride! Whether you are a part of the LGBTQ+ community or are a proud ally, you deserve to live and love without fear or judgment. So have fun, celebrate, and live your truth. I will be there myself later today, feel free to say hi! Now lets get these morning tunes started; the forever wonderful Queen of Disco, Donna Summer’s I’m Coming Out to kick us off this morning. We’ll be back soon with a news update, and hopefully our first caller.”

[ebon-delaney]

open event starter for anyone! @pinehavenstarters Event: Pinehaven Carnival

Ebon was standing to the side of a 20x20 inflatable square with a mechanical bull stationed in the middle of it. He'd been watching for the past twenty minutes and contemplating whether or not he should give it a go. It had been years since he'd been on the back of a real bull and even longer since he'd gotten onto a fake one just for fun. Ebon's back wasn't the same as it was when he was in his 20s both because of age and because he'd never fully healed since he broke it in his early 30s. But... part of him just wanted to say screw it and climb on the machine. Just to see if he still had it.

Shifting back slightly, Ebon tested the tightness of his back. When he turned to stretch to the left he noticed someone else standing there, watching the teenage boy that was currently getting thrashed around. "Going up?" He asked, nodding towards the bull. Ebon's back was tight, but at this point he didn't know if that was going to stop him. "If I do, will ya call an ambulance if I start yellin' once I go flyin'?" He was only half joking.

[cxllonme]

closed starter for val (@btwnthepines) location: santos & forbes wedding.

"For how much money they have, you'd think the rum would be better." Andrés said, his tone hushed enough to not be heard by the well-to-do buzzing around the place, as he sidled up against the counter his sister leaned against. In one smooth motion, he reached behind her back, grabbing whatever drink she'd left on the counter, and taking a sip.

[btwnthepines]

𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 .ᐟ IN THE SUN

CLOSED EVENT STARTER FROM: JUNIPER @monochromctic WHERE: POST PINEHAVEN CARNIVAL

the air outside the perimeter of the fairgrounds had been too vast, an infinite, unedited void that threatened to swallow her whole. by the time juniper reached the steep, winding incline of the hill leading to her sanctuary, the frantic tempo of her own pulse was the only sound she could hear, thankfully far far away from the distant, tiny calliope music of the pinehaven carnival. she had let herself be convince to venture out by her therapist, had let herself believe that a vintage linen dress and a layer of practiced disdain could shield her from the crushing weight of public space. but the neon glare of the midway had pressed too close, the summer heat had turned suffocating beneath the smell of fried dough and generator exhaust, and the sky above the spinning rides had suddenly felt like a descending ceiling.

with every agonizing step up the gravel path, the panic under her ribs mutated from a dull ache into a violent tempest. her lungs refused to expand, the humid june atmosphere thickening into a dense, unbreathable fog that scraped against her throat. her vision was narrow, saturated, and vibrating at the edges; the silhouette of her house on the ridge didn't look like a destination anymore, but a life raft she was failing to reach. she didn't notice the thin, lazy curl of tobacco smoke drifting through the overgrown garden. she couldn't register the heavy metal clicking of a lighter against the stone wall, or the silhouette perched there watching the twilight bleed away.

when juniper finally reached the garden, her fingers clawed frantically at the wrought iron gate, shoving it open with a reckless force that sent a metallic shriek echoing through the thicket. she stumbled through the threshold of her property, her knees buckling as her boots caught on the uneven earth. the grand stride she used to navigate the world was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, stumbling hyperventilation that made her chest heave in shallow, agonizing successions. the sound of her name didn't pierce, it acted as a physical catalyst. a gasp tore from juniper’s throat as she staggered backward against the rough bark of an overgrown oak tree, her hands scraping against the wood as she tried to anchor her weight.

her vision a nightmarish kaleidoscope; the proximity of moving bodies, the blinding strings of festival lights, the infinite space that had triggered the old, familiar terror under her ribs. and then, through the haze of her failing vision, a figure stepped from around the rose bush, breaking the terrifying expanse of the open garden. she was completely exposed, the grand narrator reduced to a breathless, trembling casualty of her own geography, right in front of the one person she desperately wished to appear infallible for.

[btwnthepines]

orion's summer bash fits ... 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐:   𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚋𝚞𝚐   𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎

[btwnthepines]

𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 .ᐟ IN THE SUN

CLOSED EVENT STARTER FROM: DANTE @cryforlxve WHERE: PRIDE PARADE

the bass from the lead float was vibrating straight through the soles of dante's boots, so loud he could practically feel it in his teeth, and it was a vibe. at the helm stood the matchmaking queen herself, absolutely radiant in a blinding cloud of pink taffeta, waving like royalty. dante himself had pulled out all the stops for the town's pride parade, treating the asphalt like a runway. the sheer, neon yellow mesh top clung flawlessly to his torso; if this was going to be his inaugural pride event in a zip code that boasted more tractors than traffic lights, he was going to make sure they knew exactly what they were missing out on in the big city. "hold on to my hair, babes, but if you ruin the blowout i will personally revoke your bedside manner privileges," dante shouted over the roar of the crowd. he adjusted his grip on vivi’s thighs, anchoring her. she was currently hoisted up on his shoulders like a beautiful hazard to society, wildly waving a massive rainbow flag with a lethal lack of spatial awareness. she screamed her lungs out as a makeshift local float crept down the street; bless their hearts, it was just a flatbed covered in crinkled tinfoil and lopsided balloon arches.

dante snorted, a sound of pure amusement, adjusting his stance as she shifted her weight to cheer for a group of local librarians marching with rainbow capes. lifting her didn't take an ounce of sweat, leaving him free to fully enjoy his role as her fabulously dressed throne amongst the noise and the cheap confetti sticking to his lip gloss. his hips caught the rhythm of the blaring bass, beginning a slow swivel that was entirely for his own entertainment.

then he spotted it; an approaching truck with a bed full of glitter batons. dante practically bounced on his heels, a tiny, impish snicker escaping his lips as their combined equilibrium shifted. he tightened his hands on her legs just a fraction; a silent, confident promise that he would never, ever let her fall. "catch me a blue one, honey!" dante yelled up into the wind, flashing a dazzling, gloss coated grin at the sky. "it matches the belt, and you know i’m a stickler for color coordination!"

[btwnthepines]

dante's summer bash fits ... 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐:   𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎   𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎,   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚘𝚠𝚗   𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔. 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜   𝚋𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕   𝚑𝚎'𝚜   𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚘   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.