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“Well, I do prefer to hang out with people who will give me their pickles when we get sandwiches,”  Kitty hummed, only half joking.  “Maybe that’s why we get along so well.  You’re the salt, and I’m the sweet.  Somehow, we just manage to cooperate when put into the same bowl - or room, I guess, in this case.”  She nodded.  “It’s always the sweet and salty thing.  I usually want to put something sweet on just about any salty food.”

Kitty shook her head quickly, knowing that Circe would immediately worry.  “For the scary lawyer part of him.  He said I’d basically be his glorified assistant, but I can’t keep working in retail, and he promised he’d pay me well for doing that kind of work.  Honestly I was initially asking about his other business, but apparently he thinks I’m better suited for this.  Which is somehow both flattering and hurtful at the same time?”  She gestured a little with the cookie.  “Well it is boosting my mood - it’s so yummy,”

location: the strip mall closed starter for @ofmcthman​ (copeland)

“I can’t help but wonder what this looks like at the peak of tourist season,” Narcissa mused as the two strolled through the area.  “I mean, they probably stick to beaches and stuff, because who goes on vacation to go to the mall?  But it feels sort of eerie.”  Narcissa and Copeland were by no means the only two people in the mall, but compared to the bustle of Philadelphia that Narcissa had gotten used to over the last month, this place felt dead.  “Cute shops though.”

location: whatever kind of music store there is on st cordelia closed starter for @ofmcthman​ (daphne)

When in doubt, Sabrina always found solace in the local record store.  Music had been her escape on more than once occasion, and this was no exception.  As she was flipping through the rows and rows of CDs without any real artist or album in mind, she noticed Daphne, and abandoned her search to go talk to the Abernathy girl.

“Whatchya lookin’ for?”  If anything, a friendly conversation about music could be just what Sabrina needed to pick up her mood.  “Or are you like me and just are dying to be around something familiar?”

daphne’s gotten good at making herself look like she’s engaged. the records in front of her are flipped through slowly, though her eyes don’t focus on anything in particular. instead, she’s just glad that sabrina invited her to spend time together in the first place; she’s been told on more than one occasion that she’s miserable to be around these days. then again, that’s daphne’s own fault, and she’s been kicking herself over it on the daily. 

Their shoulders sag as Wren praises the now charred remains of the house, yearning for an opportunity they would never get to have.  “I don’t think I’ve ever met a cat that likes to be put into a carrier,” he chuckled a little, but nodded all the same.  “Yeah, sure - my stuff is already all packed since I pretty much just moved here and never got around to unpacking.  It’s the least I could do for intruding on your moment of solitude.”

“It’s the most likely to be true rumor, anyway.”  They quirked an eyebrow.  “Oh - is that his title?”  Connor knew next to nothing about cryptids - sure, they knew names, vague ideas, but nothing particularly concrete.  “If I was mothman, I’d be bragging to everyone.  Cuz he has wings, right?  If I was able to fly, you would never heard the end of it from me.  Though you’d definitely benefit because then I could fly you around.”

“Trust me, I’ll be annoying you to draw me up a map by the time we get there,” While the hotel wasn’t the comfiest place they could have been set up, Jovi was grateful to even have the option while flights were sorted out to not be stuck in an airport - the most liminal place of them all.  “While this was sort of a shit way to do it… I’m grateful, in a way.  I think this is going to let my sisters and I have a completely new start in a way we were never given in Centralia.”

st. cordelia would prove to be drastically different than centralia . for starters people actually live here . there are authorities and whatnot . still , the island is small . and haunted . and it was just that — an island . gemma feels that wasn’t properly advertised , but they digress . it would be a comment saved for the radio station . 

in lieu of their last conversation with petri , gemma approaches with a sly smile , ready for their planned adventuring . ‘  is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me ?  ’ gemma knows petri mighthate if someone else were to announce themself this way , but thinks they are close enough to get away with it . — i hate being someone else’s child . — the truth of the matter is the words took up space with gemma . the six words sit in the notes app on their phone and inside their journal . they might would bring it up later , but for now , they only ask — ‘  how’s island life treating you ?  ’