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Grandma's mix up bar from @broadwaybaker are out of this world! We also #love 😍#saltedcarmelbrownie it's to die for! Thanks for making our day so #sweet #broadwaybaker

Imogen: I'm guessing your number is the same. If not person please forgive me. I'm only texting because I'm hoping we can actually work together. I've had complaints from the higher-ups already. Apparently we're not working well together, I'm not sure where they'd ever get that idea...

“Did you know the name Imogen means maiden?”- BB

Owen: had football and football alone to carry him through each school day. On top of the world last semester, Owen's fall from grace hit him fast and hard, all starting with the end of his relationship with Anya MacPherson, Degrassi's angel. The smaller details that came after paled in comparison to how much he lost when he lost Anya, and his sanity nearly followed. He'd gotten attached, something he hadn't previously allowed himself to do and for good reason, because now he was stuck to his own devices and not sure what was up anymore. When she decided that Army life would be better single for whatever logic, he was blindsided. If he didn't have sports to spew out his aggression, he'd probably have snapped by the end of the Summer. Ready to let it out on the field, Owen geared up, heading out to the field, but his small solace was halted at the sight of the gaggle of preppy princesses huddled up near the bleachers. Sulking past the barely audible murmurs of appreciation toward Owen that no longer flattered him if they didn't come from the one forever burned into his mind, he met up with the rest of his team, doing his best to place the audience out of mind.

“Uh.. Becky. That burger your parents bought me while we were out earlier -- do you know how much that cost?”

Imogen: eyed the dark grey clouds in the sky with suspicion, worry beginning to creep into her mind. The weather forecast had said it wouldn’t storm… but then, it had also said that skies would be clear. Glancing around at the rest of the yacht’s passengers, she realized that nobody else seemed particularly concerned. Maybe this was normal? Or maybe they simply hadn’t noticed. Either way, it seemed as though she was all on her own in her anxiety. Not that that would make it any different from how things were on land, of course- maybe she had moved in with her mother, but she was well and truly alone in all the ways that mattered. The woman was all but a stranger to her, and the fact that Natalie was pretty much always working certainly didn’t make it any easier to get to know her. Even now, her mother was working- making connections, pretending to like people who she probably actually couldn’t stand. Imogen was thankful that she felt no such obligation to these people; it made it all the easier to stare out at the waves that lapped at the yacht. She wished Natalie would have let her bring her sketchbook along, but she supposed the fact that she hadn’t just meant that she had all the more reason to pay razor sharp attention to the waves in attempt to memorize them to draw later, and all the less reason to actually try to talk to the snooty-looking teenagers aboard the yacht as Natalie had asked of her. Staring at the waves, she saw a shimmering just beneath the surface that caused her eyes to widen. Were those… scales? It was hard to tell from this distance, but that was certainly what it looked like. Not that scales in an ocean were anything unusual, but these scales were /big/. Didn't most larger fish stay closer to the bottom of the ocean? But then she blinked, and the scales were gone. Maybe she'd imagined them? She didn't think so, but that would certainly make more sense than any alternatives she could come up with. Either way, the matter had succeeded in distracting her for long enough that it was a moment before she realized that the waves were growing choppier and choppier, and it wasn't until the stormclouds up above flashed with lightning that she began to truly feel scared. If she'd been looking around she would have realized that the rest of the guests had gone inside to take what little cover they could given their current location, but as it was she stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear as the boat rocked ominously back and forth. "Imogen!" She had been gripping the railing tightly, but hearing her mother's voice from the doorway caused her to turn around, grip loosening on the railing just as the boat gave a massive lurch... and then she was falling, tumbling through the air with nothing to hold on to, nothing to support her until she smacked against the water's surface, plunging into the depths. She attempted to kick her way to the surface, but to no avail- every time she got close, her head got pushed back beneath by the waves crashing over it. The harder it kicked the more impossible it seemed, and before long her movements grew sluggish, eyes all but blind from the combination of seawater and lack of oxygen, not to mention the fact that her glasses seemed to have gone missing during the fall.