𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

Actually hearing a response, Ben shifted once more, a brow raising incredulously. “I thought witches and ghosts were two different things.” At least from what he could tell, his newfound company at least seemed to be elaborately dressed more as the former.  But hey, if the intent was to go as a witch-ghost, then didn’t have to tell him twice. He was in no place anyway, having not put any effort into a costume. “Nothing. Myself.” His shoulders shrugged, entirely un-phased and still not feeling as if he’d been lacking anything without dressing up, witnessing the reactions of those going in and out of the haunted mansion set-up had been more than good enough for him. If he had to pick, Halloween was his favorite holiday no doubt. His brows rose as she continued, giving a nod. “Trust me, I’ve seen everything and more around here, for years. And let me guess, you haven’t been in town long?” Being a born and raised resident who hardly ever left, it was more than easy to pinpoint those who were newer residents after all. “But don’t let me stop you, go right ahead and do all of that exploring.” Ben insisted. “So you’re done going through there?” He nodded back towards town hall’s haunted mansion set-up. “Good call either way on Moonie’s. Best bartender I know does work there.”

 hana laughs , “ they are . but ghosts are pretty common to see on halloween . i think i’ve seen about 10 of them wandering around so far . “ it’s always especially adorable to her when they’re little kids , with sheets and holes for eyes . HER HEART MELTS , sue her . hana eyes him up and down , biting back a bark of laughter . THERE’S ALWAYS ONE PERSON  - always one who doesn’t enjoy dressing up  . they’re always hana’s favourites . they seem so cut and dry , but there’s always MORE to them .  “ are you terrifying ? “ she asks , only slightly teasing . hana nods along , knowing it’s OBVIOUS that she’s a newcomer . “ got it in one . i’m very new . and very excited . i got those fresh eyes . like that john mayer song , or whatever . at least . . . i think it’s a john mayer song ? you know what i’m talking about , right ? “ she doesn’t think SHE even knows what she’s talking about anymore . “ so where’s your favourite place around here ? or a MUST SEE area ? i’m very open to suggestions and idea’s . plus , locals would know the hidden places the BEST . “ she beams . she glances back at town hall , shakes her head . “ no , i’m going to double back . i think a drink is always in order first . to REALLY kick things off . “ she lights up at his comment about moonie’s . “ really ? who ? “ not that she’ll get any names tonight , with how busy it will be , but she’s CURIOUS regardless . 

                                                  SHOULD  WE  GET  MATCHING  TATTOO’S ?  she says  ,  and suraj physically gives a double take  —  practically recalls  ,  although he doesn’t know why that SURPRISES him  -  why she still manages to surprise him after so many years  ,  right when he thinks she no longer can  —  the way she slides in and out of this world  ,  never straying too far but consistently moving  :  a free bird you can’t help but admire from afar  ,  and fly alongside when you can .  (  she’s INSPIRING.  no  -  more than inspiring  -  she’s breath-taking to him in every way .  )   ❛  hm  —  ❜   he glances towards displays of sketches bordering the exterior or sea of ink  ,  peeking out between extravagant halloween decorations and shades of BLACKS  &  ORANGES  ,  he taps against the glass  -  hovering over one specifically .  ❛  the penguin dressed as a devil ? totally us  -  or were you thinking the cat disguised the ghost ?  ❜  she’s already been hitting up the cocktails  ,  he can tell  -  the way her thoughts flit from one thing to another instantaneously  ,  in a SPECIFIC way that is different from the usual one .  in the way that he almost has to remind her to breath  —  although  ,  he has a theory that it’s everyone else that is stuck going too slow  ,  and hana sato is the one at just the right speed .  his attention returns to her  -  fingers reaching out towards cheeks decorated with dripping black .  ❛  and you  .  .  .  you look beautiful .  slightly TERRIFYING  ,  but  —  ❜   lips quirk at the edges  ,  hands falling to her waist now  - already anticipating the impending disaster that might occur from the way she is moving so abruptly  &  everyone else is leaning to veer past her rampant movements  ,  completely unacknowledged by some so fixated on her train of thought .  (  OH  ,  how he loved that mind .  )  he pulls her slightly towards him  ,  just in time  -  before she almost collides with another human completely .  ❛  i should come  —  you enjoy your time with those girls  ,  and i will go bother riley .  ❜   (  and by BOTHER  , he means act like overbearing support  ,  of course !  )   dark hues return to hers again  ,  and he cant help but grow LOST in the depths of her own  —  of endless streams  ,  of endless love and passion and everything he falls deeper and deeper within with each day . OH  ,  HE’S SO IN LOVE .   ❛  i think you did  ,  but i’ll totally take these instead .  ❜  he murmurs between a growing smile  ,  pressing a kiss to her lips  ,  and another to her cheek  ,  and another to her jaw  ,  before letting out an inflated sigh  -  taking a moment to glance across her shoulder for emphasis .   ❛  but listen  ,  my  .  .  . uh  —  fiancé is around here somewhere though  ,  and if she sees this ?  whew  ,  we’re done for .  ❜

 HANA LIKES SURPRISING SURAJ  . she likes the way his eyebrows always raise , and his mouth opens into an almost perfect ‘ o ‘ . admittedly , he’d been the one surprising HER tonight . as soon as he’d stepped out of their ensuite bathroom in that suit , all clean and pressed well . hana had had to physically sit down on the bed and remind herself to breathe . she had had to try not to ask him to FORGET ABOUT HALLOWEEN  , they could just stay in the bedroom . . it’s been years but he still leaves her breathless . him , painting . him drawing . him creating . him looking like HIM , after a steamy hot shower , or in the morning with daylight painted across his skin . HIM , JUST HIM . hana’s eyes are probably hearts when they glance upon him .  “ the penguin is cute . i could get it on my left ass cheek , and yours on your right . “ she’s grinning still , lost in the world that is HANA - AND - SURAJ . she knows he can probably smell the alcohol on her breath with how close she is to him , but he doesn’t say anything . SHE KISSES THE TIP OF HIS NOSE .  every time he calls her beautiful she wants to yell it from the rooftops . SURAJ PAREKH THINKS I’M BEAUTIFUL . HE CHOSE ME . HE LOVES ME . what a lucky , stupid girl she is . her hips draw slightly closer to his , with his hands there . “ me , terrifying . can you imagine ? that’s like saying you find a teletubby terrifying , or a puppy dog scary . it’s like saying you find a kid with chubby little cheeks intimidating . “ which suraj might , actually , due to his work . “ but i will accept you calling me beautiful . “ she murmurs , voice soft and LOVED - UP SOUNDING . “ you could never bother riley , they listen to me speak a million miles a minute . if they can stand that , they’ll be much more glad to be with someone who runs their mouth a little less . “ she jokes . “ whilst you’re with riley , could you ask them when their next podcast episode is out ? i’m dying over here . i need something to listen to when i’m flicking through bridal magazine’s  . oh , could you also invite riley over for dinner ? or is that too much ? too soon ? should i let them breathe a little ? “ she can’t help it , when she LIKES someone  -- she really likes them , and wants them AROUND MORE . hana’s eyes flicker close at the butterfly kisses against her lips , chin , jaw , cheeks . . her own breath leaves her like a sigh . her eyes reopen , and narrow , at suraj’s words . “ a FIANCEE ? “ she repeats , with a click of her tongue . “ is she prettier than me ? “ she ghosts her lips over his . “ kisses better than me ? “ a grin teases her lips , briefly . “ sounds like she’s a jealous one . i can’t blame her . i wouldn’t want my fiancee flirting all willy - nilly , either . “ CORNY AND LAME . the entire thing , the entire facade , but does hana sato care ? no . HE MAKES HER WANT TO EMBRACE THE LAMENESS .

       “I feel honoured to have been one of your more interesting run ins, then. At least our costumes can’t be ruined on a night like this, either.” Now that his glass was considerably empty, there was no time like the present to hit up the bar. “Ah, well, my dear.. contrary to popular belief, the devil isn’t BAD. We must remember, I’m simply a fallen angel. I only punish others who have done bad things.” At this point, he’d watched far too much Lucifer not to have the perfect answers. “Those jello shots are absolute winners, if I do say so myself. The Pumpkin Sangria may be the most deceiving drink on the menu. You’d think it’d be light and somewhat fruity, but it’s deadly.” 

  “ NOTHING CAN BE RUINED ON HALLOWEEN . “ hana says , a bit too confidently . halloween is the night of all things spooky and magical . to some people it’s scary , but to hana it’s always been WONDROUS . she falls into step next to the devil-man , slightly glad that people are pushing her less now that’s she got HIM looming next to her . she makes an ‘ ah ‘ noise , nodding her head along . “ TOUCHÉ . the devil used to be god’s favourite , right ? “ or so it goes in some stories . hana wouldn’t REALLY know , besides the popular fiction she usually see’s the devil associated with . “ so what made you FALL ? “ she asks , with a dramatic eyebrow raise . a laugh leaves her , and she’s nodding . “ right ? things can’t taste THIS GOOD and be this alcoholic . i didn’t even know that was a thing . also , i was sitting and then as soon as i stood up . . phew , everything really hit me . “ she shakes her head slightly . “ i’m really hoping i’m not stumbling or slurring my words right now . “ she couldn’t tell either way  , the bar is crowded and everything is a LOT right now . “ how come nobody ever pushes the big , tall MAN at the bar ? people are a lot more willing to let you in then they were with me . “ she notes , as if they both don’t already know the answer to that . 

       ❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, ❞ Lyric agreed, eyeing the stranger ( both in game and out ) with suspicion. Breaking character for just a moment, she whispered, ❝ I’m Lyric by the way –– I don’t think we’ve met before but I’m sorry if my character is suspicious of you. It’s not personal! ❞ And with that she was back into character, moving closer to eye the body with apprehension. 

❝ I have nothing to base this on except the found bottle of wine and the fact that she was clearly not stabbed or choked or anything –– must have been poison! Tell me –– ❞ at that, she pauses and tries to recollect who this woman was in game. ❝ Okay breaking character again –– I’m so sorry but I think I forgot who you are in game! ❞ 

  HANA BEAMS AT THE INTRODUCTION  . she sees the quick shift in character ( in and then out ) . she’ll never be tired of meeting new people and getting to know the townsfolk around here . “ i’m hana . “ she whispers back , as if it’s a secret , not wanting to keep the girl from her roleplay for too long . “ no , no , by all means . i’ve been told by enthusiasm and never-wavering-smile is VERY SUSPICIOUS at times . “ she grins , letting out a laugh at the same time . 

  she watches the girl ,  in awe , as she steps closer to the mannequin . hana glances at the mannequin then glances away quickly . it’s just a mannequin . inanimate , but hana can’t LOOK at it for some reason . it puts a pressure to her chest she can’t explain . instead , she focuses on the girl’s words . “ oh , i’m a total bystander . not in the game , just super invested . you’re doing a totally amazing job , by the way . did you volunteer to act in this ? do you have a script ? “ she can’t help but ask , impressed by the thoroughness of it all . she dos cling onto the word POISON , though . interesting . 

Ella often felt like the odd man out when it came to gangs of girls and their brunches and shopping trips, but there’s something about the combination of Emilia and Hana that made her feel like belonged. It was a strange feeling, as she was often painted as the weird kid, but one that she welcomed warmly. Or maybe that was the alcohol speaking. She had a drink before she left the house. For good luck or something like that.

Raising her glass with the others, her smile is wide as they cheers to a happy Halloween and, well, looking hot.

It was an unlikely trio - a witch, a cowgirl, and an ice skater - but one that worked nonetheless. “Yeah,” she agrees with Hana too loudly, “you look incredible, Em. It seriously isn’t right.” Of course, Hana was a beautiful display of her own. Something wicked this way comes and all that. Her costume feels a bit drab in comparison, but she always banked on being the comedic relief of the group. Ella rarely knew her worth.

Hana talks a mile a minute and it makes her grin pool into the dimples of her cheeks. Having friends that were this enthusiastic was a positive change. Who knew this would happen upon her return to Mystic? Ella releases an airy laugh that she hides behind her palm when love is immediately weaved into the conversation. Costume first. “I admire a great athlete,” she says with a shrug, “and I thought what she was fucked up, but I felt bad for her. And it makes my boobs look great.” She looks down for good measure. The sparkle catches her eye. “As for romance? I haven’t really thought about it…” A boldfaced lie. She’s only ever had eyes for one person.

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Kissing at least 30 cuties would maybe be an objective if she were ten years younger and cared less about the consequences. Mostly because now, Emilia was feeling those consequences on her self. “Oh, please. I’m only locking lips now with men who can handle me.” She rolls her eyes, bringing her straw to her lips. “Because clearly they can’t be trusted. I’ve been made to look a fool twice in the last six weeks and it’s exhausting.” It’s a change of pace she’s not sued to, and she hates. Now that she’s emotionally ready and available, the universe is throwing her duds.

When Ella explains her costume, Emilia nudges her shoulder. “Your boobs do look great, Ella. That’s the spirit.” Emilia generally liked to think what costumes will do for her boobs. Or all of her generally.

Then Hana brings up her fiance, and Emilia gasps. “I have not, but I’m just dying to! I’ve seen pictures of you two on instagram and he looks absolutely adorable. If I wasn’t so god awful at cooking I would have invited you guys over for dinner, but—…” She cuts herself off in a shrug.

Then her head snaps back to Ella. “I’m all for female independence, and like, doing things at your own pace. There’s no pressure for anything, but also like, your boobs look fantastic, and I feel like someone should appreciate them so let’s hear about some contenders that could give you what you deserve. I’ve literally got nothing and I’m trying my very hardest to get cuffed.  All I’ve got are men living to complicate my life and not in a cute Gossip Girl kind of way.”

@ohtragcdy​

  HANA’S GRIN IS ALWAYS TOO BIG FOR HER FACE . she’s always too happy , too excited , too overjoyed . and right now , that hasn’t changed . if possible , her grin has potentially gotten bigger .  “ and who can handle the great EMILIA ? “ she asks , with a wink over to ella . she feels herself pausing , though , taking in her next words . “ a fool ? you ? get out . what happened ? i need the details asap . do we hate someone ? was someone a jerk to you ? ella , we hate whoever made emilia feel a fool . “ she instructs , as if it’s that easy , with no further backstory on the matter . SHE IS CURIOUS TO KNOW MORE , THOUGH .  hana takes a long sip of her own drink , letting out a noise of agreement on the comment of ella’s boobs . as if a magnet , hana’s eyes go to them again . she laughs . “ agreed . great boobs ought to be shown off . actually , all boobs ought to be shown off . if someone’s comfortable and consenting , of course . “ that’s always the key . she points a finger to ella , almost accusatory . “  don’t tell me you relate to tonya being fucked up . “ since the limited time of knowing emilia and ella , she’s found the girls to be FRESH BREATHS OF AIR . able to keep up with hana’s constant go go go  . always keen for a drink and a CHAT ( which turns into hours and hours of them laughing and trading stories ) . EVERYONE’S FUCKED UP , SURE ,  but hana is still refusing to believe that ELLA could be . the girl is slightly more reserved at times , but she’s just as FUN and CHARISMATIC as anyone else . maybe even more , because she chooses her words and actions so CAREFULLY .

  hana can’t help the blush that stains her cheeks whenever she mentions suraj . CHEESY GIRL IN LOVE . every day still feels like the first , with him . she still compares herself to a school girl with a crush . the excitement over him has never fizzled or faded . THEY HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL , she knows it . SOMETHING SHE ISN’T EVEN SURE SHE DESERVES , but will work like hell to keep . “ he is SUPER adorable . and sexy . very sexy . “ she sighs , her mind flashing to her fiancee again . “ so sexy  . . . “ she shakes her head out of the thoughts , trying not to get too caught up in it . “ you girls should come to mine for dinner . i can’t cook super well , but i can throw a few things together . plus , cocktails . i can do an amazing cocktail jug . “ people always complain her cocktails are too strong , but she’s sure ella and emilia won’t mind . 

  HANA NODS QUICKLY IN AGREEMENT TO EMILIA  . hana’s always been a matchmaker . always liked seeing her friends end the night with someone , or go on a date . SHE’S A ROMANTIC , after all . her eyes turn to ella , taking another sip of her drink and humming in further agreement with emilia’s words . she lifts her mouth off the straw briefly . “ AGREED . i know i’ve only been in town for a short while , but everyone here is DISTRACTINGLY GOOD LOOKING . including you two . “ she says , with a shake of her head . “ there’s something in the mystic water , i’m CONVINCED . so ,  there must be some great contenders . tell me there are . “ she almost pleads . she tilts her head over to emilia . “ who’s COMPLICATING your life ? who are YOUR contenders ? i have fresh eyes and a fresh brain here , which means i’m a sponge ready to be soaked with your opinions on the cuties around here .  i wanna know ALL the dirty deets . “

It’s a nameless guest that approached her, as most of the partygoers here were, but it was a guest with taste nonetheless. She offered her guest a small smile at the compliment, always happy to receive any remarks that fueled her already raging ego. “No acting classes needed, either. They told me once if it wasn’t a CW show I was cameo-ing this one time a few years ago, I could’ve been considered for an Emmy.” Not true at all, but she would definitely rep herself as a better actress than most of the actors on that network. “As for everything else, it’s easy to make things happen when you throw a few thousand at the right people.” She gave the other woman’s costume a lookover. “Nice witch getup. The eye makeup especially. How many kids have you freaked out today?” She smirked slightly at her question about her death. “Well, between you and me, it was because this wine is grape juice and not real wine,” she quipped. That was the only answer she would give to that question. She didn’t want to give too much away of course.

  HANA IS STILL GRINNING  . there’s never a question to whether people are telling the truth or exaggerating , or ANYTHING . hana believes everyone , point blank . their words are scripture to her , and she takes them on all too easily . maybe stupidly , but WHO CARES ? people ought to be able to live the life they want to live ( so long as they aren’t being assholes or hurting anyone else ) . “ wow . . talking to a future emmy winner is pretty cool . i don’t take it lightly . like , ZENDAYA  just won an emmy . you’re basically ZENDAYA . how does that feel ? “ she asks , with a small , wondrous shake of her head . at the compliment to her , hana beams . “ thank you . i’ve definitely freaked out a few . a few grown men , too  - but that’s not the worst thing . “ looking intimidating is always a plus  when it comes to strange men , after all .  “ i love makeup . i feel like i could spend hours just painting on my face . turning myself into somebody else . . .  does that make sense ? “ she muses , before letting out a soft laugh and shaking her head at herself . SHE RUNS AWAY WITH RANDOM THOUGHTS SOMETIMES . “ so the grape juice is poisoned ? “ she’s half joking , half hoping to dig and find out more . SHE’S A CURIOUS GIRL , always keen to get an answer , and be an ENTHUSIASTIC PARTICIPANT in anything . hana raises an eyebrow . “ it’s your own party , right ? i’m sure we could get you some REAL WINE if you wanted . “

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He’s not needed at the mansion until later in the night. Not that it would be a problem if he decided to bail out at the last minute; he’s sure plenty of other prospective Jim Lotsocashians are waiting in line to take his place— which is precisely why he has to go and he has to stay. No one else is going to do his character justice and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t see this through.

Plus, the idea of taking home a free car is a pretty decent incentive.

But for now, he’ll enjoy the various Halloween-themed (and, adversely, alcohol-themed) drinks that Moonie’s is offering. He opted for a Bloody Mary and is limiting himself to just one. Okay, maybe two. But that’s it. He has to keep a clear head if he wants to win that car.

Except his plans are foiled when a beautiful brunette offers him a free drink with as much enthusiasm as one of those annoying telemarketers except he knows this isn’t a scam (or he’s pretty sure it isn’t) and the prize is easily within his reach, just on the other side of the counter.

Still, he can’t help but ask, “What’s the catch?”

 “ CATCH ? “ she repeats , before letting out a laugh . hana is not for catches or clauses , or anything in-between . she just likes people and likes having fun . THERE ARE NO ULTERIOR MOTIVES WITH HER . “  why would there be a catch ? “ she can’t help ask , as if it’s unfathomable that people might have reason or be suspicious in their goodness . being good and being nice is EASY for her . her naïveté leaks into everything , at times . but she refuses to change , or let up . there’s nothing wrong with seeing the good in things . nothing wrong with a glass being half full . TRAGEDY IS TRAGEDY - it’s inevitable . so why not be the good , when you can be ? when that may be all that another person needs ? 

  she’s flagging down the bartender , drumming her fingers on the countertop in excitement .   “ four of the blood sucker’s please . they sound AMAZING .  don’t they  ?“ she’d be enthusiastic about any shot , any drink . any time . any place . EXCITEMENT IS EASY FOR HANA ,  especially in a new town that has so much to see and so much to do . it’s LIMITLESS ,  really .  

  hana knows her makeup is dark , and she’s dressed in all black  - and that may be part of why she looks so suspicious .  “ i usually don’t look like this . “ she feels the need to explain , in case that wasn’t obvious . she’s grinning at the male again , hoping that makes her look less WEIRD and STRANGE ( who says goth witches can’t smile ? ) . “ i’m a witch . total last minute pull - together . “ she pauses , looking the male up and down . he looks impressive . HANDSOME . DASHING . she can’t tell if it’s a costume or just how he may dress . she’s worried to put her foot in her mouth - but then again , she already does that constantly , anyways . “ i totally don’t get your costume , if it’s a costume , but like i get the LOOK . the aesthetic . whatever . all of it . it’s amazing . if you don’t already dress like this everyday , you absolutely SHOULD .” 

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: sea of ink  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 3-9PM (dependent) October 31st 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍: @mysticstarter

     𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇. The shop’s been open for about a handful of hours now, and there’s still six to go. The designs she’d cooked up for this halloween are varied –– some straight up witchy, with pops of pink or red, and some on the cuter side ( think kawaii-eyed pumpkin lanters with fangs like tiny candy corn ). Most were in black and white, though small bits of color can be negotiated. The purpose of tonight was speed and accuracy –– there’s only so much personalization she was allowed to do. But… for a friend… 

       ❝ I technically shouldn’t, technically, but I could change a thing or two in this design if you wanted me to. For a good tip, anyway. ❞ She winked. ❝ No, but seriously. Don’t forget to tip your tattoo artists, because people sometimes don’t and Toni always gets so annoyed. I mean, so do I. It’s like –– you tip your waitresses don’t you? ❞ 

 “ DID YOU DESIGN ALL OF THESE ? “ hana’s eyes are wide . she knew carolina was talented , knew she HAD to be ( there’s something telltale about carolina . something modest , but ARTISTIC ) . but the designs laid down before her make hana’s heart leap . it’s almost too beautiful to call them just designs . TOO INCREDIBLE to merely gawk at , which is all that hana is currently doing . “ no , of course , that makes total sense . i never thought about that before . i’ve only ever gotten really small things on me , but i never thought to tip the designer before . that’s so SILLY of me . i love tipping people , you know ? it’s just nice to do something nice for someone else . “ she shakes her head , glancing down at her forefinger , which has an old , slightly faded ROSE tattooed there . it was the first one she ever got . the rest of hers are just as tiny and barely noticeable . “ what would you change ? walk me through that amazing brain and thought process , PLEASE . “ hana could watch artist’s work ALL DAY - it’s part of why she’s always in awe of suraj and the way he paints and moves . effortless . easy . CAROLINA IS THE SAME . 

when : halloween night , 12pm !

where : everly farm !

 “ i came here for the cider , and to watch OTHER people carve the pumpkins . “ hana finds herself saying , as she stares at the pumpkin before her . IT’S HUGE AND UNTOUCHED . she’s got a carving knife in her hand , and has no idea where to start  , or how to . she’s never been a pumpkin carver . honestly , she’s never even TRIED . “ is that still an option ? to drink the cider and watch YOU TWO carve the pumpkin’s instead ? i mean , are we even sure i should be holding a knife ? i once cut myself with a teaspoon . it was quite an extraordinary feat . “ she glances over to riley , then to suraj . both of them look far too happy and satisfied here , to be carving , in comparison to hana . maybe because both of them would actually be GOOD at it .  “ i saw people riding around in the tractor before ! doesn’t that look fun ? i think that looks fun . “ she really is trying to wrangle her way out of this , any way she possibly can .

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: mara’s murder mystery party  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 9:43 PM October 31st 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍: @mysticstarter​

         𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ‘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑’, only a few steps from the ‘the body’, suspicious of everything and everyone she saw. Even her own shadow might have startled her for a second. She shifted the wicker basket on her arm –– maybe it was a thing ‘The Weekday’ used for publicity? was that her MO? –– and moved to the person closest to her. This was her moment. She was Miss Marple, and everyone in here was her suspect. 

In a melodramatic Translatlantic accent that somehow turned Victorian before she decided to drop it altogether, Lyric asked, ❝ So –– tragic what happened to her, don’t you think? She was so young. And talented. ❞ The last part, Lyric –– no, The Weekday –– adds deliberately.

 HANA IS HAVING TOO MUCH FUN . she’s been trying to gather as many hints as possible , from as many different people as possible . the acting is goofy , but GOOD . the entire storyline is elaborate and makes hana’s ( tipsy ) mind spin a little . she’s trying to keep up as best as she can , but she’s never been the smartest person in any room . she jumps slightly , startled , at the voice murmuring to her . a grin breaks out across her features , which she tries to bite back to keep the momentum going .  “ VERY TRAGIC . “ she agree’s . “ i mean  . . murdered in her own home ? and the body looks UNTOUCHED . “ she glances at the mannequin again , and feels something flash inside of her suddenly . her own memory . real as anything .  . . a body on the floor . hana shakes her head , clearing her throat and turning back to the game and the girl before her . “ very strange . “