— thank you for the music

the other’s presence in the force was immediately obvious. rey had felt even more sensitive to all of it lately, as though she were growing stronger somehow –– unaware that it had everything to do with the pregnancy of not one, but two humans who would be strong with the force one day. books are momentarily forgotten as she turned toward the other, taking a step closer to her. finding others from their world was a comfort, although she knew it needed to be one taken with caution. “holopads sound easier,” she remarked. 

the better part of their afternoon had been spent in the library, staring at the spines of books and sheepishly avoiding picking them out. rey had always struggled with reading – their education had been subpar in their fake life, labeled as dyslexic and given up on for accommodations. but now, she was more motivated than she ever had been before. pregnancy books had served to make them uncomfortable, so instead, their focus had shifted to parenting. the new problem was that there were so many. anxiety had pushed them away from the parenting books, meandering instead. “there are so many. how do people just pick a book?”

“OH !  Scared me out of my skin.”  Sanguine said holding his chest as he almost dropped his whiskey bottle. He was only wearing a leather skirt and shirtless “Didn’t hear you creep creeping like that…say I don’t recognize you…” Sanguine always remembers a face.  “Did we have party sex and I forgot to escort you out?  That has happened before so you never know”  

( a glock-17 sidearm with a 26 hidden in an ankle holster, button-down shirts accompanied by a necktie protected by a bulletproof vest, a demeanor only shakable by the worst tragedies ) –– && it looks like aaron hotchner has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from criminal minds ). although known as a workaholic back home, here they are a forty year old behavioral analysis unit supervisory special agent, known to be GOOD-HEARTED, but SINGLE-MINDED. they were coaxed here with the promise of a team so close they’re like family. they remember signing the divorce papers. ( dot, tom ellis. )

unlike  caleb  himself ,  frumpkin  could  be  social .    typically  the  cat  trotted  beside  him  these  days  as  an  ever  present  companion  but  sometimes ,  this  instance  for  example  as  caleb  was  distracted  looking  into  the  window  of  a  used  bookshop ,  frumpkin  strayed  from  him  slightly  &  would  rub  on  the  legs  of  the  occasional  stranger .    he  catches  the  cat  in  the  act  when  a  soft  meow  comes  from  the  creature  that  tears  his  eyes  away  from  the  books .             ❝    ah !   frumpkin ,  nein .   ❞        though  he  would  wander  when  unattended ,  he  was  fairly  obediant  for  a  cat .    at  least  when  it  came  to  caleb  he  was .    when  called ,  he  trotted  back  to  caleb’s  side  with  a  soft   ‘brrbt’  sound .        ❝    we  don’t  know  them ,  you  know .   they  may  not  appreciate  you .   ❞          he  bends  down  to  scratch  at  frumpkin’s  head  then  looks  to  his  company .       ❝    sorry  if  he  was  a  bother  or  anything .   ❞

OPEN   /    @woodshorestarters​

“and what do you think causes them to not have a chance?” the question comes out without a pause or hesitation. aiya would not hesitate to criticize those around them, especially those that came from this planet. it seemed to breed weakness in people. they could not imagine having such a lack of awareness of the universe, of the force. they assumed this apparent detective was the same way. “i prefer not to keep unwanted company,” their statement was blunt, uncaring, paired with a shrug of their shoulders. “aiya.”

they spoke almost at the same time, their respective questions of weather the other was all right cushioned by the thunks from just a moment before. it was, admittedly, kind of the other to ask if bb-8 was all right, but also, unsurprising. in their months here in woodshore, the brunette had come to realize that their height and general demeanor was much softer than everyone else’s, and therefor, it meant they had to be taken care of more. “ okay, yes, ” they offered in reply with a small nod, stacking up the books one at a time. “ lots of books, tiny arms. ” their laugh was cute, a little metallic. “ strong, ” they amended, smiling. “ strong too. ” they nodded to the other, who had a small stack of books growing as well. “ thank you. ” that was always a nice thing to say.

yet, the more the brunette looked at the other, the more familiar they became. “ hey. ” it was as gentle as the rest of them. “ know you ? know me ? ” formality, and the concept of being subtle, was entirely lost on the once-droid. when they wanted to know something, they asked.

ben was taken so off guard by the woman’s extended hand that he almost took it –– a habit developed during his fake life to be polite, as refusing to shake a hand did nothing but hurt your career choices. but his hand stopped a few inches from his side and fell back again. it was true that he was opening up, thoughts of rey and their bond, their newfound relationship and the chance this place offered them still blossoming in his chest –– but still he found it difficult to trust, to let in a stranger. when she said her name, he felt as though it was supposed to mean something, be familiar in some way, but it wasn’t. if he introduced himself, would she attack him? did she know the name of ben solo? did she associate him with kylo ren? “ben,” he greeted, nodding once in place of shaking her hand. “where are you from, jyn erso?”

     sharon laughed too before nodding. “just keep telling yourself the mountain air is good for you i guess,” she said, though that was hardly any consolation for the cold. “i’m sharon.” she tucked her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “i’ve lost track, but several months now… not quite a year. i’ve noticed that too. this place seems like a very extended temporary stay kind of deal i guess. it is strange, you’re right.” she found herself shivering now. “do you want to go get a coffee? or tea? i like both.”

jess hadn’t considered the possibility that the other might not remember her. she paused for a moment, one eyebrow quirked as she realized it. new journalist. as if anyone in their right mind would have accused jessica jones of being that. but it was clear this one wasn’t in her right mind. well, shit. that’d be a problem for matt. or maybe it wouldn’t. she wasn’t above leaving things behind, knowing that there were some people who just would have been better off without her in their life… he was the right kind of self-loathing where he might have thought the same thing. “no, definitely not.” regardless, her blunt attitude stayed the same. most reporters were full of it. “i was just looking into the archives. kind of thought i’d be alone, but…”

“ only if i want a lecture, ” she replied, well-aware that reid would be a fountain of knowledge on the subject at hand, spilling over at the smallest remark. of course, there was a part of her that would be lying if she said she hadn’t missed reid’s ramblings on… almost anything thrown his way. she was a creature of change, not of habit, but the stoicism hotch brought, the empathy jj radiated, the eccentricity garcia emitted – all of the team… they were the constants she needed. “ there’s been more than one ? ” although it was perfect timing, arriving after a murder, she had only heard of one ( granted, the grapevine can’t always be trusted ). “ i mean, we can’t really put together a good profile if it was just an isolated incident. ” probably male… that was about it. offering a slight grin, both in response to his short sentiment and his readiness to work a case, she replied, “ never change, hotch. ”

@heldpeace​​ >Hotch

Seated at his desk, Derek was deep in paperwork, but his mind wasn’t really on it. He had met three people, complete strangers as far as he could remember and he was reasonably good with names and faces, yet they knew him. Combined with the mysterious, almost sinister letter that not only he had gotten, but Spencer? He was more concerned with what was really going on in Woodshore, and it was more than animal attacks and one murder. 

As callous as it was, one murder was nothing, not compared to Chicago. 

Stretching, he looked around the station at the other cops there. Some he’d gotten to talking to, they’d received letters - but not the same promise he’d gotten. A team. He didn’t have a team, he’d never wanted one after he finally got free of Buford. But every time he thought about what the letter said, his heart ached the way it did whenever he thought about his father, like there was something else missing from his life. 

Eyes connecting with another man, Derek inclined his head in a sign of respect without thinking about it. Lately, he’d been following his instincts more than ever. “Can I help you, man?” 

sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, several nearly empty case files clutched in one hand, a coffee clutched in the other.   ah  –– coffee, the drink of choice for the bau.  liquid energy for nights when reports seemed neverending or they were on a particularly difficult case.  eventually, though, there came a point where even coffee couldn’t keep the most adamant agent awake. too many flights back to quantico involved the entire team collapsed and asleep on the jet.

hotch poured over the nearly empty pages, trying to find any connection between the crimes that had been committed. there comes a point when any good agent, even one like hotch, is completely stumped, especially without his whole team at his side. brows crease as his gaze scans the room –– spencer had said he would meet him and it wasn’t like the other to be late. it occurred very rarely and was always accompanied by a quip from morgan.

    grinning, genna was filled with a bit of joy actually meeting her double here. in some cases, she’d heard there were more than one. maybe her and the woman she was facing had another one between them too. “you met stephen?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side. she supposed it really hadn’t come up between the two of them yet. “he’s probably told you my name, but…” she held out her hand. “…my name is genna fair. it’s a pleasure to meet a fellow doppelganger or honestly whatever we are.” she paused for a moment, thinking back on her greeting. “are you from france?”

Vax hummed as he sipped his drink, just…relaxing.  It’s something he hates to do but he can’t rush around trying to find Vex or anyone of his friends.  Even Gilmore would be wanted right now.  To be honest the look of the girl makes him feel somewhat at home.   “Makes you wonder what the city forces here are doing to help.”  The half elf pipes up just a bit  

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫          name.    ella.    pretty  name.    he  rocked  slightly  on  his  feet  as  he  waited  for  her.    to  be  in  all  fairness ,  he  wasn’t  even  sure  what  she  was  going  to  do.                              ❝     you’ve  a  pretty  name ,  ella ,    ❞                              he  said ,  giving  her  a     bigger  smile.       when  she  turned  into  the  apartment ,  he  hesitated  but  did  follow  her  in.                              ❝     thanks.    i     really  appreciate     you  doing  this.    i  was  going  to  go  to  the  library  but  i  figured  that  they  weren’t  even     going  to  be  open     at  this  time.    ❞                              he  added as  he  looked  about  the  room ,  something  he  usually  did  when  he  entered  in  a  new  place.    he  took  a  step  closer  to  the  books  she  sprawled  out  &  sat  down  next  to  her ,  never  taking  his  eyes  of  the  books.    spencer  picked  up  a  few  books  &  studied  them  for  a  bit  before  placing  them  in  his  lap.                              ❝     i’ll  just  take  shakespeare ,  wilde ,  hemingway ,  &  shelley  for  now.    thank  you ,  again.    you’ll  most  likely  get  these  back  in  about  a  day.        maybe  two     if  i  take  my  time.    ❞

sirius could see from the way she sat that there was no chance jester was innocent, nor would she end up being any better of a liar than he was –– which is to say, trying to sell lie was a lost cause. “make no mistake,” he said, pointing at her, “i make no accusation without being absolutely certain of the truth. and you have a bit of a trademark, you know?” he dropped his hand and glanced back down at his menu. “oh, you think i scrubbed it?” he asked, eyebrows raised, and his lips curled into a smile before he let out a genuine and loud laugh. “love, if i hadn’t learned a handful of cleaning spells by the time i was ten, my evil bitch of a mother would’ve ended my life mighty quick for my inability to keep a space tidy.” he sipped his coffee –– Irish coffee, of course, with a shot of jameson whiskey slipped in. “but i’m holding you to that two sides of bacon, seeing as i didn’t notice the bloody thing till the afternoon and i’m certain a number of others did. it’ll cover your damages to my pride.”

clark was relieved when she took his approach in stride –– most journalists were less welcoming to being approached in such a way, because they knew better than anyone that it usually didn’t mean well. part of the job, he supposed, though neither he nor lois had ever been the type. “you’re sweet,” he said, smiling. “a lawyer named matt murdock. he spoke highly of you.” he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again on instinct –– a habit developed as a human-like tick, even when not necessary. “i was a journalist in new york before coming here,” he explained, “and before that, in our lives before all… this… in a city called metropolis. i don’t know about you, but i’ve been antsy doing nothing since settling in.” that had some partial truth to it –– though keeping an eye out for a murderer kept superman rather busy. but there were some things a journalist could do that a caped crusader could not. “i was wondering if you wanted to collaborate.”