this task is not required, but highly, highly encouraged !!! to deepen your muse’s lore and give us some insight into your character’s past ! since these connections carry our group, we find it very important to highlight them and their origin. should you choose to participate, please make sure to tag CIDERTASK / CIDERTASK002 so we can read them !! we’re so excited to see your origin threads, and we can’t wait to see the foundation of so many important connections ! ♡

Dakota knocked on Billie's door, hands wringing together about the conversation they were about to have. She had been weighing on this decision for the last week. Her birth father, Donny, had shown up out of the blue, wanting to get to know her. They had hit it off so well, that he wanted her to come live with him, at least for a little while. Dakota went through a pros and cons list in her head before deciding that she would be leaving with Donny. "Hey babe, can we talk?"

Margot climbed to the top of Saul's roof and sat knocked on the window, letting him know she was there. She felt a jumbled bunch of emotions stirring inside. She was happy to finally be done with school and off to college in a few months but also sad because she knew these roof talks that had meant so much to her might end as well. Trying to shake off the sadness, she smiled wide as Saul appeared. "Hey. Oh I snagged you a cookie before they were all taken." She handed him a decorated sugar cookie with class of 2017 on it.

tox1c.el3ment says: finally not grounded anymore

the legally binding piece of paper pinched between his finger and thumb is held up triumphantly as they spill back onto the strip. the fake id's he'd provided the group allowing them to get more intoxicated than they should be. but they're young, having the time of their lives. gwyn tucked protectively under his arm even in his drunken state. " man, this place is awesome. they really commit to the bit with these fake marriage licences. " he turns to face his girlfriend, flashing lights from the wedding chapel in the background, but his eyes are focused on her. " i hope we're this stupid together when we're old, " he muses, a warming thought. " when we're married for real. 'cause this is just the practise run, you know ? like a trial wedding. a wedding trial. " he laughs, shaking his head. they really shouldn't allow people to obtain a licence whilst under the influence. " i can't believe i'm about to meet fake elvis. i wonder how fat he is. "

Tabby pulled Saul's hand hard as she dragged him through the light layer of snow. Their footprints were the only ones and she'd have to brush them away like Pongo from 101 Dalmatians when they were done. No one could know! She pulled him behind the shed, the white pompom on her beanie flopping on top of her head. "Um, did you like the party yesterday? It seemed like everyone had fun. Did you like the song I picked for you for your candle?" Tabby asked after an awkward silence. She was still tired from the bat mitzvah, but this was important.

"why do you look so serious?" she tries to laugh, she really does, but it comes out all airy and uncertain in a way she hates. she sets her bag down, frowns as she takes in the sight of her husband. she knows things have been strained since he left new york, but they talk all the time, visit as often as each of their schedules allow; they're doing the best they can under the circumstances. at least, she thinks so. once she's finished with her degree and she can move back to cider point, things will go back to normal completely. she's even considered switching to an online course just to be back home, but she hadn't brought it up to him yet, still holding onto hope the next two and a half years will fly by. "everything okay?"

it  was  the  first  time  that  frankie  had  decided  to  go  to  rileys  workshop  and  make  some  sort  of  effort  with  him...  though  when  she  arrived,  she  wasn't  particularly  sure  why  she  was  there.  it  wasn't  like  she  could  do  much  to  help,  after  all.  as  frankie  looked  over  the  boats  hull  -  and  instead  of  a  greeting  -  she  said,  "  what  is  this  thing?  "