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arturo fuentes ❂ thirty-three, he/him, witch, designer & tailor ❂ danny ramirez fc

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cecilia campbell ❂ thirty-nine, she/her, human, chef ❂ dewanda wise fc

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noah jung ❂ thirty-one, he/him, witch, grifter ❂ justin h. min fc

"So, you're telling me they leave the fish raw and people... like that?" Art asked, skeptical look on his face as he perused the menu. He'd agreed to meet Maddie for lunch at the new sushi place in town, even though he'd never had sushi before in his life, and now he was regretting not asking more questions. "I don't even like ceviche, Mad Dog. What am I gonna get here?"

"I would say I've outdone myself this time, but I'm always this good, so I've simply... done myself," Art announced as he barged into the home without knocking, garment bag slung over his shoulder. He knocked the door closed behind him with his foot and made himself at home within the sitting room, hanging the bag up on the back of the open doorway. "It's a good thing you're already sitting down because I'm about to knock your socks off." He grinned, unzipped the bag, and displayed the flashy suit within with a flourish. He'd been practicing with a particular spell that would give the illusion of the fabric changing color depending on the lighting it was exposed to, making it the perfect statement piece for his image-conscious best friend and best client. Right now, with the artificial overhead light hitting the velvet jacket, it shimmered in a deep shade of cabernet red. "What do we think?"

The usual wave of relief hit her as the clock finally struck 10pm, meaning the kitchen was officially closed to patrons. Over the last few years of working at the ranch, Cece gradually became the sole person manning the kitchen. She didn't hate it, necessarily, because it meant fewer people fighting for space, but it did mean she rarely got time to herself where she wasn't working or sleeping.

Putting on the kettle to boil to make herself some tea, she got started on closing down for the night, cleaning dishes and sanitizing countertops. She was just putting away her knives when she heard footsteps entering the room. "Kitchen's closed, cher. We'll be open in the mornin'." She looked up and was surprised to see Vale in the doorway. He hadn't been at the ranch a long time, but she'd made a point of introducing herself and assuring him he could always come to her any time day or night if he needed anything. He'd looked so withdrawn, practically skin and bones, and her maternal instincts had kicked in almost immediately. "Missed you at dinner. You eaten yet? I'm makin' some tea for myself, but I can whip somethin' up right quick."

Cece was glad to have been awake earlier than usual that morning when she entered the kitchen to start prepping for breakfast only to discover the oven wasn't heating properly. It wasn't the first time, and she had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be the last, either. With the way the ranch was practically falling apart in some areas, she knew it was only a matter of time before these daily-used appliances would give up the ghost. Bundling up against the chilly early-morning air, she made her way out the back door and trudged towards Jesse's trailer. Even though he might still be asleep, this couldn't wait. "Jesse?" she called through the door following a knock on the door. "Sorry to wake you, but I need your help. Oven's not lightin' up again."

Being back in his hometown, Noah wondered briefly how many of his old friends were still living in the area. Although Jesse had never been a resident of the town back in the day, he'd visited frequently enough that he and Noah had befriended one another. When he'd heard the man had become the owner of the ranch, he decided it'd be his next stop -- especially since it'd get him out of the house and away from Eve for a while.

He parked his van in front of the main house, jumping out and stretching as he looked around, taking in the grounds. It wasn't quite like he remembered... and certainly not as busy as it used to be. It almost felt deserted save for the few ranch hands milling around. He asked one where he could find Jesse and followed their directions, rapping his knuckles against the wood of the door and waiting a few moments before speaking. "I know you're in there. And don't lie and say you're busy. I'll take it personally."

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Cecilia 'Cece' Campbell, the 39-year-old chef at the Prescott Ranch originally from New Orleans, LA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're dedicated and self-critical, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― DeWanda Wise, demisexual, cis woman, and she/her.

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Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Arturo Fuentes, the 33-year-old designer and tailor at Unraveled Thread originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're goofy and impulsive, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Danny Ramirez, heterosexual, cis man, and he/him.

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