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danieldepalmaâ:
Daniel smiled, picking up on Rhettâs sarcasm. He felt a sense of camaraderie to other educators, a degree of comfortability to âcomplainâ about the students with the underlying understanding that they cared about them. âIt feels cyclical, no? Hell, I didnât believe in astrology until I started spending all of my time with teenagers.â He said, only half-joking.
Laughing, he nodded, relating to the quickness of Rhettâs âno.â Raising his eyebrows, Daniel took a swig from his water bottle. âYeahâ I definitely feel that. Though, Iâm not sure that Iâm not a trainwreck even still.âÂ
Pushing his breath through his teeth, Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A Twitter community? Surely this was not so common. âThatâs bizarre. Keep⌠pushing them. Any other tips for me? I could stop showering, grow out my hairâŚâÂ
âOh, youâre doing better than me in my twenties. It was rough, and youâre gainfully employed and not living in the party capital of the world, so you win,â he throws out there. Itâs a... little bit more information than heâd normally give, but Daniel is about as harmless as they come - heâs probably never even shoplifted. Rhettâs not concerned.Â
He laughs, though, and Danielâs panicked face. Thereâs thousands of romance novels about teachers and students - why would he think thereâd be no students in love with their teachers? Heâs not 60 years old and heâs nice to the students, that makes him prime material for a student to fall in love with.Â
âIâll do that - but growing out your hair wonât help. Itâs in fashion, and you donât want to accidentally seem even cooler than you were to them before,â he sighs, âDonât worry, I still think youâre a huge nerd. I donât know how they donât notice that.âÂ
@remi-vossâ
âYou have to promise me this is not an âenhancedâ brownie before Iâll consider eating it,â Rhett has done some pretty stupid things in the past, but going for the only brownie in a plastic bag and accidentally taking drugs in his office had made the top of the list (not as high as âaccidentally an accessory to murderâ still) almost immediately. Heâd gone to his hotel room and slept for sixteen hours after that.Â
The bakery, though, shouldnât have any weed brownies on sale. At least... not in the display case.Â
He looks around the little patisserie and accidentally makes eye contact with someone else. Thereâs another customer whoâs now eyeing their croissant suspiciously after his comment, but he ignores that and turns back to... Remi, the nametag reads. Huh, he liked the moniker âBakery Bitchâ better.Â
âIf you can promise that, Iâll have a half-dozen of those,â he points at the brightly colored macaroons. He can at least get on the good side of the few coworkers that he likes by bribing them with sweets.Â
oracleurchinâ:
When Frankie turned around, she was greeted with the sight of no one and nothing, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The sensation hardly retreated when a figure stepped out of the shadows a moment later, though the wide-eyed look on her face morphed into evident confusion when she realized that she recognized the other person skulking around the funeral home. It was the guidance counselor from the spring celebration.
His greeting evidenced that he remembered her too, and Frankie only offered up a brief nod of recognition.
âAre you offering on-site counseling, or something?â She tried after a minute, but the attempt was half-hearted, and the smile she added was uncomfortable. Frankie couldnât think of any good reason why the new-in-town guidance counselor would be hanging around a funeral parlor where a body had gone missing some hours earlier. But then again, she didnât have a good reason, either.Â
He shakes his head, his smile a little misplaced. Itâs just - who the fuck would be out here, offering on-site counseling, after a body was stolen? Especially someone as horrifically unqualified as a guidance counselor. Honestly, the whole thing is laughable. Thereâs a million reasons that Rhett could make up, but he opts for the truth, this time.Â
âNah. Onsite counseling would be a disaster here, really. Iâm just curious. Like, the bodyâs missing and no one knows whatâs going on? Someone at the bar said the cameras glitched, itâs just... way too weird for me,â he shrugs.Â
âWhat are you doing out here, wandering around? At least stand in the shadows, youâre basically asking to get arrested for trespassing,â a normal guidance counselor probably wouldnât know that, but Rhett canât help his instincts. He begrudgingly likes this redhead, as he does with most people who carry as much sarcasm as him. âYou didnât steal her body and return to the scene of the crime, right? Just checking.âÂ
oracleurchinâ:
TIME/LOCATION: around 10 pm, post âfuneral services;â kane funeral home. STATUS: open for all!
Like every other lifelong Wadian â and probably like most of the short-termers â Frankie had come out with her Grams in tow to pay respect to Mrs. Johnson. When Fred Kane had come out and told everyone to go home, the Abbot women hadnât resisted â Grams had remarked that today wasnât the day with a kind of finality that had drawn a peculiar stare from her granddaughter, and had requested that Frankie drive them home.Â
When Frankie had grabbed her keys a few hours after dark and told her grandmother that she would be out for a little bit, Grams hadnât batted a lash. âBehind all things are reasons,â the old woman had remarked to herself, before looking up at her granddaughter with a smile. âDonât stay out all night.â
Frankie had told herself that she was just going out for a drive to get some air, and to clear her thoughts. Sheâd ignored the pang in her gut when sheâd found herself driving in a familiar direction, up until that uncomfortable feeling sat like a lump in her throat. When it finally became unbearable, and Frankie felt like she couldnât breathe, she pulled the car over and killed the ignition. After a few minutes of in four seconds, hold seven seconds, out eight seconds, Frankie felt the suffocating feeling start to dissipate. When she finally looked up and out her windshield, she could make out the distant red door Kaneâs Funeral Home about a quarter mile up the road, illuminated by a porch light.
Why sheâd gotten out of the car, Frankie didnât know â sheâd told herself that maybe it was because she could breathe better in the fresh air. It didnât account for why sheâd started walking â just to calm down, she decided â or why sheâd found herself dangerously encroaching on the funeral homeâs property. By the time that sheâd decided it was stupid â not to mention inappropriate â for her to be there, sheâd already stepped foot onto the perfectly-manicured lawn surrounding the place.Â
âIdiot,â she mumbled to herself, shaking her head and turning promptly on her heel to head back to the car. No way the cops arenât all over this place, she thought to herself, and what the fuck would you even say? âI donât know what Iâm doing here either,â she whispered out-loud to herself, trying out what her response to local authorities would be. Huffing, she shook her head and repeated: âidiot.â
Frankie had made it off the lawn and back onto the street when sheâd heard â or maybe just felt â another person nearby. She tried to ignore the sensation until it became undeniable, and with a harshly whispered fuck, spun around to see who (or what) was there.
Rhett honestly wasnât sure how he got himself into these messy situations.Â
The choice to stick around in Wade was seeming more and more like the wrong one with each passing day, but heâd committed with the job and the identity, so he was stuck for... god, at least six months? He couldnât just skip town during something like this - heâd end up on the list of suspects. And, as the whole life he presents to people is just a con, that wouldnât be good. Looking any deeper than âguidance counselorâ could be disastrous.Â
Yet, here he was. Standing outside the funeral home, like something would make sense. First, the rumors of cannibalism. Then the glowing red lights. Now, Josieâs body was gone just when her poor husband was about to get some closure. Rhett just had an overall sense that something was wrong. He hadnât felt like this since twenty minutes before an armed robbery in Las Vegas that changed the entire course of his life.Â
And wasnât that the real kicker? That shit had at least been his own fault and not the fault of a town that was as unsettling as a horror flick. At least he had a bit of control (that was a lie) in that portion of his life. Here, it felt like things just... happened to people, not because of people.
And wasnât that a change? Living in the underbelly of modern cities had led him to feel like things didnât matter. A sense of being out of control was probably the worst thing he could have developed. Because now heâs realizing that... maybe all of this mattered, a little more than heâd thought it did. Maybe everything that happened, for lack of better word, sucked. And there was nothing you could do about it but sit around and suffer the consequences. Wasnât that a summary of his life?Â
Theyâd probably put it on his headstone: Here lies Rhett Gregory or Jack West or Michael OâFarrell or Eliot Shulz, they suffered the consequences.Â
Thatâs about he point in his train of thought that he realizes that someone else has returned to the scene. And heâs, honestly, surprised. Small town people probably donât know the implication of returning to the scene of a probable crime. Theyâre probably fine with being seen near the funeral home. Doesnât stop him from stepping into the shadow cast by the tree as if on instinct, before he realizes who it is.Â
âYou know what, weâve got to stop running into each other right after tragic events,â he states, looking at the same redhead heâd talked shit about the PTA moms with right after Redâs outburst.Â

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onceangelâ:
Sheâs struggling not to agree with Rhett. Of course, knowing Red, she feels sympathy for him; she understands exactly what heâs feeling, and just how low this whole situation has gotten him. Still, she canât excuse his actions; surely there must be other ways to prove the same point. Many people looking forward to the Spring Celebration, and while sheâs certainly not one of them, she does feel bad for the soccer momâs on their hands, and knees picking up shards of their good dishes.Â
She nods slightly in agreement, though thereâs a twinge of guilt in her stomach. Thatâs her boss. She feels bad. Heâs certainly not wrong about the whole town not needing to know the gritty details of Josieâs murder. âThings have a way of getting out in Wade.â Itâs the truth. No one can shut their damn mouths. Still, she doesnât like to think about the gruesome facts of Josieâs case. That sweet old lady⌠she stops herself dead in her tracks. Itâs not important.Â
âDaphne,â She extends her hand towards him for a shake, chuckling slightly at the comment about ranting (she likes to listen, she didnât mind). Similarly enough, her father instilled her with a sense that manners were of the utmost importance. âLast week?â Bad timing. âWell, on behalf of the town, welcome.â Thereâs a slight smile; she does feel sorry heâs shown up at a bad time, though there are likely other townspeople who would be more suspicious than her. âYaâ like it here so far?âÂ
It would be interesting to hear about Wade from an outside perspective. Sheâs been here too long herself, her judgementâs probably skewed.Â
-âIâm just way used to people keeping their mouths shut,â spending a decade in a city run entirely by the Irish mob would do that to you, spreading details was one way to get yourself excommunicated at best and disappeared at worst, âBut thatâs a consequence of where I lived last, you just... didnât gossip as much, it never turned out well in the big city. Plus, who would you gossip about? Almost no one knows the same people there.âÂ
âNice to meet you,â he says. He means it. Itâs nice to actually be acknowledged. This might be the most... himself  that heâs been since he was in Vegas. Heâs never considered the toll of being the âbad guyâ all the time before this last week. âThanks, thatâs the first welcome Iâve gotten,â he smiles, itâs kind of a joke. His boss wasnât really the welcoming type, and most of the people he met werenât either. âI think itâs fine, if you pull all the creepy stuff thatâs going on out of the equation.âÂ
He sighs, âHonestly, I just came here to work. And a traumatic event always keeps kids on edge, so... I guess Iâll probably like it better once they solve the case?âÂ
agirlnamedmasonâ:
Mason laughed. It was weird that the two of them were just standing there in a cemetery discussing the logistics of either of them being a ghost and M. Night Shyamalan movies, but Mason had done weirder things. And though she didnât necessarily want to admit it, especially since he was still under investigation, Mason was growing fond of Rhett. He was an odd guy, no doubt, but he was funny.Â
âYouâd be surprised what people can put up with. Anything can become normal after a while. I just think with the Josie case it was too jarring to ignore. It didnât help that it became slightly publicized and now people outside the town know about it. I donât think the mayor is too crazy about this minor âindiscretionâ marring Wadeâs sparkling reputation.â
âIâm sure heâs not too fond of the fact that Iâm blasting it out on the air waves for everybody to hear, either. So, you know. If I go missing under suspicious circumstances, you know who was responsible.â Mason was mostly kidding. She didnât think Mayor Daniels actually had the gall to do something like that⌠or at least she hoped.Â
âI donât know if I could ever get used to creepy glowing lights out my window,â and heâd just picked an apartment that looked out towards the woods. Great. Too late to go and sign a different lease, now. He sighs, thinking he should have come and talked to random people in the cemetery before he considered where to live for the next... year, almost.Â
âYeah, I canât see how anyone canât look at what happened to Josie and think everything thatâs happening here is normal,â heâs an out-of-towner, so he feels a little bit more like heâs seeing things without he veil of growing up here, like some of his coworkers do. âI mean, the smaller crimes are never publicized. Big stuff, like a murder, that always dominates the news. Thereâs no stopping it.â Damn, why did that sound so suspicious? Itâs probably because heâs been involved in both of those types of crimes. He shouldnât sound like he knows so much. Especially around this girl, whoâs seen him before he got here.Â
âYouâd better find someone to cover your midnight radio show in the case of you going missing,â he offers that bit of sage advice, âBecause, honestly, I donât even know where to start looking to solve a mysterious disappearance. Iâd be absolutely no help.âÂ
rozwhiteâ:
The woman held her hands up innocently. âNo, should it be?â she countered, busting his balls more than anything. In all honestly, she couldnât give less of a shit over what the hell this guyâs name was â really, she couldnât give less of a shit about this entire conversation as a whole, but this guy was being nice and allowing her to use his charger when he clearly didnât have to. Maybe Rosalyn could be cold, but she could still put forward common courtesy when the situation called for it.
âTrading in one cold climate for another,â she noted, brows arched. âItâs a decent school. I hear they have a good pre-med program.â As if he needed her approval, but Rosalyn had a knack for sticking her opinion where it probably didnât belong. âMust not have been shitty enough for you to get a job at the best high school in Wade,â she offered sarcastically, seeing as there was literally only one of them. âSmall-minded towns breed small-minded people. Mineâs name was Mrs. Wheeler. She had a lazy eye and encouraged all the kids that werenât white to try trade school instead of university.â The doctor rolled her eyes, flipping a page in her text book. âFigures.â
A scoff escaped the dark-haired womanâs lips. âYeah, who wouldâve thought?â she glanced down at the words on the page. âThatâs fair. Social media was the worst that couldâve happened to the internet,â a nod. âIâd put my money on both. Some people just shouldnât have children â most people, actually.â
âI lived in Vegas once, and Iâll avoid the heat for the rest of my life,â he states. Itâs the truth. Every bit of living in Vegas made him hate the warmest days of the summer, the way he got clammy with sweat made him want to roll over and die. âThat it was, I had a good time when I wasnât working. I donât have too much school spirit because I donât see much use for it, but I couldâve gone to much worse. I didnât know that many guys in pre-med, I was too busy being an asshole who majored in psych.âÂ
He pauses, âWell, sometimes you just end up at the place youâre needed.â He sighs, loudly, âSo they really, across the board, only hired idiots to work this job? Thatâs... awful. I try to avoid shoving students towards anything, I think itâs better if they come to me with their plans and I try to make them more realistic.â Rhett honestly canât believe some of this shit. Heâd never even met his own guidance counselor, which is probably a good thing.Â
âYeah, youâve got me there. The more I hear about... TIkTok this and Instagram that, the more Iâm convinced the kids here would get into less trouble without it,â although he knows you could get in just as much trouble before the invention of Google, as heâd done it himself. âDamn, thatâs a bit harsh. How am I supposed to hold a job if kids donât have lasting trauma from parents that never should have had them?âÂ
agirlnamedmasonâ:
âHow do you know Iâm not a ghost?â Mason questioned. âI could just be a really lifelike one. Or maybe youâre actually the ghost and you just havenât figured it out yet. Maybe none of this is real and weâre all just in an M. Night Shyamalan movie⌠Hopefully one of his better ones. I think Iâd jump off a cliff it this ended up being, like, After Earth. Or Lady in the Water. Or The Happening. Dang, M. Night really does have a lot of stinkers.â
âIâve talked about that on my show,â she said, finding herself growing excited at his mention of the eyes. It didnât matter that she got to talk about the townâs weirdness nightly on Wade AM, she still jumped at the chance to discuss it with others. Even strangers who might not actually be strangers. âMost people think itâs deer but everybody Iâve spoken to whose witnessed them in person say they definitely werenât any deer theyâve ever seen. And that when you made eye contact with it, you feel chilled to the bone. Like youâre looking into the eyes of the devil himself.â Unfortunately Mason could not take credit for that metal as hell quote, which had actually come from an elderly man she interviewed just a couple weeks back. She still felt cool saying it. âDid you know that these sitting have been happening for decades? And everybody reports feeling the same sensations. Some truly strange stuff.â
âIf youâre a ghost, Iâve only got one thing to say to you,â Rhett holds the pause for the drama of it, âand that is âfuck you for not telling me you were a ghost earlierâ.â He looks around the cemetery for a second, âDamn, if iâm a ghost... this is the worst ghost life. Iâm a fucking guidance counselor as a ghost instead of haunting people? i want my money back.â He grimaces through the mention of any M. Night Shyamalan movie, after heâd suffered through The Last Airbender heâd sworn off him forever, âHe does love to make bad movies. Itâs like, his passion. I donât even know if I can fault him for it.âÂ
âI will not be making eye contact with the red dead eyes out there, no way. I donât like any of what you just described, it all sounds absolutely horrible to experience,â he shakes his head. Man, some of the things that went on in Wade belonged in a Stephen King novel and not the real life that Rhett was stuck living. âHow - How have things been going on that long and nobodyâs talking about it until an old lady eats someone?â Rhett was getting more and more exhausted with how people acted. Maybe heâd have to sit down and listen to her radio show sometime, âThereâs a lot of things that make no sense here, arenât there?âÂ
wnderkindsâ:
     âOh, so you must be working at theâJunior High? Senior High?â Guidance counselor wouldnât have been his first guess. Richard vaguely remembers his being more⌠monotonous than this guy. âEither way, teenagers. Much respect, man.â
     âTwo weeks ago,â he replies, offering a slice of his own backstory in return. âI was looking for a job and they had one.â Tyler holds up the flier, flapping it slightly in a cheeky gesture. âApparently theyâre big money or something. The owners, I mean.â His shoulders move in a dismissive shrug. A town like Wade is an odd choice of business investment, but he supposes theyâre the experts at smelling profit.
     (Demon lights. He adds it to the ever-growing list of weird occurrences: voices, eyes, and now lights, all of which seem to be tied to one locationăźthe woods.) âYou really do?â he asks with a half-smile, half-frown of surprise, before growing somber at Rhettâs mention of Josie. âMan, it really is. I never knew her, obviously, but⌠stuff like this should never happen to anyone.â
âIâm over at Wade Senior High,â he offers up. His recent hiring had apparently stirred the pot with the adults in this town. Most people seemed to dismiss the kids he helped, and that was a trend he was already growing weary of, âAh, theyâre not so bad once you get to know them. They can be demons, but theyâre nice enough if youâre nice to them first.â
âIâve only been here a week and a half, if that consoles you,â he says, âAnd same! I was just looking to get out of Boston, and the listing fell right into my lap, like fate or something.â Not exactly true, but the circumstances under which he found the listing werenât perfect at all. He still felt a bit of fate pulling him towards Wade, but that was only because it was a great place to hide out while the feds hunted him.Â
âI mean, why not? Every time someone tells me something new about the case, I just blindly believe them because if I donât, Iâll make the wrong smartass comment and instead of that old guy flipping a table heâll be flipping me,â itâs mostly a joke, but if Rhettâs being honest, thereâs something a little... off about this place. He doesnât know what it is, but itâs something. âYouâre right. Itâs horrible, what happened.âÂ

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oracleurchinâ:
âI thought ADHD was a twenty-first century disorder,â Frankie mused, âand all the twitchy kids before 2000 were just called âhigh-energy,â or something.â Shrugging, her blue-eyed gaze flitted back over to Sandra, whoâd fully engrossed herself back into the dramatic scene by the flipped table. âAverage may be a little kind for the younger of the twoâŚheâs a biter. Almost took my finger off once.â
Her brows raised when he informed her that he was a guidance counselor, rather than a teacher at the school. âI wouldnât think guidance counselor,â she replied honestly. Frankieâs experience with the school guidance counselor had been fairly minimal â once sheâd informed the former counselor that she had no intention of applying for colleges, theyâd lost interest in her â but something about him felt like it didnât match up. She chalked it up to the fact that he was actually speaking to her, whereas the previous counselor made a point of speaking at her.Â
âWell, I guess thatâs kind of cool â I graduated a couple years back, but I donât really have any fond memories of that office. You donât just hand out those Myers-Briggs tests and tell people to follow the matching careers, do you?â Pointing to herself, she elaborated: âESFP-T â they told me I should either be an actress or a farmer, and then told me to go back to class when I asked how those two were similar.âÂ
âI didnât know it was ADHD then, but in my twenties they gave me a psychology degree and like, nine diagnoses. Itâs a part of graduation, they were like, âRhett Gregory, ADHD and a dash of anxietyâ and then everyone cheered,â he jokes. He never went to a graduation at all, not his own or anyone elseâs. âIf he bites me and heâs one of my students, I will file charges. Theyâre supposed to be fifteen at the youngest.âÂ
âNobody expects it. Someone told me I looked like a mad scientist the other day, so I guess people assume chemistry?â He shrugs. Itâs a bit weird being the topic of conversation like that. He had settled in Boston for too long, hadnât been introduced to anyone without his reputation ahead of it.Â
âYeah, Iâve heard the old guy who had the job before me was the worst,â he offers another shrug. He doesnât really know what to do with that, âIâm more of the dude you want to talk to when youâre considering doing drugs and want an adult opinion. Less of the cranky guy who wants you to go to college over all else.â His eyes bug out of his head a little bit, âI havenât yet. If they really can tell you with just a quiz? Youâve made my life easier. So which did you end up, farmer or actress?âÂ
danieldepalmaâ:
Daniel chuckled. As much as he loved talking to the kids and hearing about their lives, he wasnât sure if heâd be able to do it day in day out like Rhett does. âThe drama of high school.. it just never gets old, huh?â Daniel reached for a few chips.
âWould you go back? To high school, I mean?â Daniel clarified, leaning back and smiling at his friend. He didnât know much about Rhett, but it didnât bother him; a lot of people in Wade were pretty secretive. âI definitely wouldnât. Couldnât pay me enough.â
Leaning back in his chair, Daniel laughed, âSo sorry to assume.â Hiding his face in his hands, Daniel groaned. âItâs never seriousâ kids are just kids, you know?â He was trying to convince himself, surely, but it was certainly awkward when people told him what the kids were saying about him. Couldnât they ever just appreciate his passion for literature? His teaching style?
Rhett sometimes envied the other teachers. He couldnât bring himself to forge a teaching license, because he couldnât deprive kids of actually learning something. (He had looked for nearby drama teacher openings, although the guidance counselor one was closer and better pay, so he stuck with that.) âNope, never gets old. Even if youâre on the third major breakup of the week between the same two students.âÂ
âOh, Jesus Christ, no. Not for all the money in the world,â heâd not even finished high school. But that was information to be kept close to his chest, âI probably wouldnât even go back to college. My twenties were a trainwreck,â Yeah, Rhett killed a man and did a ton of blow, his twenties could be considered one of the largest trainwrecks in human history.Â
âI know. I try to push them towards people their own age. Apparently, thereâs a whole twitter community for kids who are in love with their teachers, so thatâs definitely not helping,â he didnât know why kids kept explaining their social media presence to him. It helped him understand what was going on, sure. But did he really need to know? âJust - watch out. If you get love letters my advice is trash them.âÂ
remi-vossâ:Â
âJust for future reference, where would I stick that quarter?â Remi asked, raising an eyebrow. She sat up straight figuring the man had about enough of her already. People typically couldnât humor her for very long, not that Remi could blame them. She knew she was pretty obnoxious.
Remi flipped the lid on the bakery box shut and shook the box a little, the cookies rattling around inside. âTake it,â she said, offering it to him. âOtherwise itâs going in the trash, I donât want to take it home.â She waited to see if he would take the offering or not, otherwise it got tossed into the trash can. She looked at the far wall for a moment, trying to distance herself from memories of binges past when sheâd literally eaten food she had thrown out before after telling herself she wouldnât touch it. She looked back at him with a shit eating grin. âI might keep your love affair to yourself, because everyone in this town is looking for something to talk about after they finish laying out their conspiracy theories about what happened to Josie, or to talk about instead of Josie.â
She stood up when he began packing and half-snorted at his joke about the drama kids. She agreed with him there. âYou definitely donât know to know what that means, and I wouldnât even tell my worst enemy. But how of curiosity, how many times has a student told you that? Because if a student pisses you off thatâs the first thing you should be using to ruin their life⌠Walk a lady out?â she asked, largely because she didnât want to get stopped by any of her former teachers and felt Rhett was her best cover to avoid such a horrible occasion.Â
âYou just give me the quarter. I should be compensated for my time and sage wisdom,â he responds, trying to hold on to looking like the tough guy. It only last a second before he cracks, though, laughing at the joke. Even if it was at his own expense, he can appreciate how funny the joke itself was.Â
âYou put weed in anything else?â he asks, just wanting to be sure. Not that heâd turn down some more weed brownies, instead that he wanted to make sure he didnât eat anymore while he was in the workplace. Pretty much he didnât want to get right back into the mess he was in right now. Like, his boss could just drop in and itâd be nothing. He picks up the box anyways, stating, âIâll still eat them, weed or not. So, thanks, I guess. If I give them to my friend, Iâll tell him the Bakery Bitch made them, and then she tried to get me fired.âÂ
âIâve heard a couple of those. Something about cannibals taking over town, and if you donât join them youâll get eaten. I will definitely not get eaten. I barely have any meat on me, Iâm the definition of âlanky idiotâ if you havenât noticed,â he jokes, âbut Iâm sure my love affair with a random bartender is much more interesting.âÂ
âI do not use anything against my students. Theyâre all angels, according to the lady that teaches tenth grade English, angels weâre supposed to guide into the next stage in their angel lives, or whatever that ABBA song is about,â he shrugs, gathering the rest of his things. âI mean, weâre going to the same place. And you can be an old friend if anyone tries to talk to me. I donât plan on discussing whatever problem child my coworkers have in their class when Iâve just eaten a weed brownie that could wreck my life at any moment.âÂ
onceangelâ:
While Daphne isnât opposed to social situations, big gatherings like this have never been her thing. There are always too many people talking, too many pairs of eyes wandering⌠too many conversations happening that she had no interest in being involved in. She could fake the whole âsocial butterflyâ thing pretty easily when she needed to, like when she was at work, but she tended to crawl back into her shell when there were this many people around.Â
Of course, this event in particular had come spiraling down quicker than she expected. She had told herself she was going to spend at least an hour, maybe two tops rubbing elbows with her fellow Wadians before gracefully bowing out of the whole charade, and going home to sit on the couch in her sweatpants.Â
Sheâd slipped out shortly after they carted Red away to catch her breath.
âOh, um,â She lets out a slight chuckle at the otherâs words. A stranger. Thatâs odd for Wade; she thinks sheâs seen just about everyone in town. âSomething like that.â She says with a short nod, watching the other individual exhale a cloud of smoke. âYaâ tryna say you werenât⌠having a grand olâ time in there?âÂ
âOh, no, that definitely sucked,â Rhett states. âEverything was going well until the guy got upset and flipped a table. Really killed the mood of the whole party, you know? I donât know - I feel terrible for him, and I think thatâs part of what destroyed it.â He sighs, taking another drag and looking out towards the line of cars parked, âAnd then that was all anyone wanted to talk about, and suddenly I knew way too much about a murder that I wasnât in town for. Like, we definitely should not have all these details. Itâs horrible.âÂ
He stops, looking at the girl for a moment, before taking yet another drag to try and calm himself down.Â
âUm. Iâm Rhett, by the way? Sorry for just, ranting like that and not even introducing myself,â heâd say it wasnât how his mom raised him, but that wasnât exactly true. Sheâd never really valued manners, if he remembered right. Or maybe he just didnât care what people thought of him. Either way, that had led him here, âI moved in last week, Iâm still trying to make this âgetting introduced to literally everyone in townâ rounds.âÂ
sxlomonâ:
âParty, huh?â he raises his brows at Rhett, a smirk on his lips. Heâs this close to laughing. âParty is a bit of a stretch if you ask me. If thereâs no booze then itâs definitely not a party,â Wade says. If thereâs no booze officially, that is. Heâs pretty sure heâs seen at least four people sneaking alcohol into their paper cups, flasks tucked away in seconds, before anyone notices. Wade himself has taken to drinking straight from the bottle, heâs just been doing that outside so nobody complains. âYou should try some pie, I probably ate, like, a whole one at this point.â
âTheyâre gonna have lasting emotional trauma from having to listen to the DJ play Donât stop believinâ so many times,â Wade mutters as he looks at the damn DJ again. The song selection has been miserable at best, honestly (and yes, Wade wouldâve done a much better job, thank you). âI dunno, Iâm still kinda confused why this whole thing is still happening. We havenât had a funeral yet and this already feels like a wake,â he shrugs. Wade says we, as if heâs one of them, and the second he does, he wants to take the word back because it sounds wrong. Sure, itâs been a while since heâs come here, but he refuses to make himself at home. He hasnât moved here, him going on six months here is still temporary. âI mean, shit looks normal and all but everything feels off.â
âWait, thereâs no booze allowed?â Rhett asked, a little bit shocked. Heâd never really done the whole âTight-Knit Communityâ thing, but the television shows he watched led him to believe heâd at least be hammered for it. At least he had a flask in his pocket, so he could get through this. He just expected to be adding more  liquor to an already super alcoholic drink that some soccer mom mixed together. âI could go for some pie, since theyâre going to deprive me of the chance to get drunk and embarrass myself.âÂ
âI did notice that. I thought it was weird as hell, like, who is that into Journey?â He sighs. Heâs been to plenty of parties with DJs who didnât know how to play the music their crowd wanted to hear. He did  live in Vegas in the 90s, it was practically a staple there. âYouâve got me there, the vibe of the whole town is... off. I think the kids would say it failed the âvibe checkâ if I asked.â Wow, that sounded even stupider out loud than it did in his head. Heâs got to stop picking things up from his students. âAnd yeah, I think itâs because Iâm not from here that Iâve noticed. Everyone is just... down. And I get why, but... Iâve never seen anything like this in Boston.âÂ

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remi-vossâ:
âI only have one ex, and I donât even have his number anymore, so way ahead of you on that one,â Remi shrugged. She frowned when he mentioned the book, not sure if he was joking or not. Given the quality of service sheâd gotten from Mr. Brooks in her time here, she half suspected the book had likely been a welcoming present left on the desk for Rhett.Â
âWould your ghost just be your frames floating around behind me?â she asked, leaning forward as if she looked forward to it. âAlsoâyour vision is terrible. Youâre really out here living like that? I put them one and it was like a flash bomb had gone off.â
âNo, I got it from some kid at his locker and I figured you were smart enough to notice the differences,â she explained in a matter-of-fact tone. âBesides, the poison is in the almond macarons, duh. It helps make the cyanide less obvious.â Her eyes flickered back to him, and a little smirk formed on her lips. âSo defensive. That means you do think the bartender is your friend. And to be fair, if I had my way I wouldnât have seem pretty much anyone I see on a daily basis since high school.â
âSo⌠You gonna sit here and waste that stolen brownie high on a some over-achieving Jenny whoâs sure to show up any minute and bore you to death about how she canât decide if she wants to write her college essay on how much she admires Michelle Obama or Malala?â Remi asked, reminding Rhett how eager he had been to leave just minutes before.
âGood for you,â he says, âStill that was my sage advice and wisdom. You wonât get any more out of me unless you give me money. Iâm like those creepy fortune teller machines in arcades, the Zoltar. I need a quarter or Iâm useless.â He fixes his glasses on his face, knowing theyâre askew after this girl just pulled them off his face.Â
âDonât look at me. Do you think I picked this bad vision?â In fact, heâd just swapped his contacts for the giant frame glasses heâd worn before he moved to Vegas, one of the little things left behind from a kid from San Francisco.Â
âNo one has ever accused me of being smart, thatâs where you went wrong,â the self deprecating jokes were basically second nature to Rhett with how often he told them to lighten the mood. âGive me one of those then, shit. Iâd honestly rather die than get high in this school building.â He really wished heâd walked out the door a few minutes earlier, then he could have avoided all of this mess. âThe bartender and I might have a deep tragic love story, you donât know that,â he fires back.Â
âNo, no. I definitely need to get out of here before this shit kicks in. And before the drama club lets out. The last thing I need is another kid confessing that theyâre a âfurryâ to me,â he throws up air quotes around the world, âI donât know what that is and I donât want to know what that is, so if youâre about to tell me, save it.â He starts to gather his things again, shoving a bunch of papers in his backpack.Â
wnderkindsâ:
     âNot yoga, just high intensity indoor cycling,â he quips as a lasting remark, and leaves it at that.
     âTyler,â he returns the introduction, grinning, and offers a hand for a shake. âLast week? Really? I thought I was the newest addition.â What with the new businesses being built around here, there are quite a few job openings and such for newcomers; thatâs how Richardâs own cover identity was able to be forged, after all. He wonders what pulled Rhett into Wade, moving in right in the middle of the investigation on Josie Johnson.
     âRight? Itâs just⌠I donât know, man, itâs kinda scary,â he says, seemingly uncomfortable, the volume of his voice turning down a notch from his previous chipper tone. âI only found out after I got here. About the whole investigation going on about his wife.â
âThat... sounds even worse, I canât even lie to you.â Rhett would honestly rather die than do whatever âhigh intensity cyclingâ was.Â
âYeah, the old guidance counselor retired suddenly and I got the job way too quickly. I drove up as soon as I could for an interview and got hired like, three hours later. I guess they were desperate,â He pauses, âWhen did you get here? Itâs always nice to meet someone else whoâs got no idea what the fuck is going on in this town.âÂ
âI mean, Iâm a little bit more freaked out that thereâs apparently demon lights in the woods. Someone just told me that, and after all this other stuff, I think I believe her.â Itâs out of character for Rhett to believe in stuff like that, heâs always thought the scariest thing was the people around him, and not the supernatural, âItâs just sad, the whole... old lady thing, if you ask me.âÂ