#eaganthreads

Eagan wasn't even sure if Celia was home. Maybe they should have gone to the diner first. It was too late for that now, so she just knocked on the door and took a step back, leaning against her crutch some as she waited to see if she would answer. "Celia? Celia it's Eagan not some weird person asking if you've heard about Jesus or whoever"

Eagan had tried not to think too much about how or why this day had come to be, telling herself she could do that later back at home. She was maybe just a little too drunk and a little too high now with the remaining cupcakes that had been baked for her, searching the area for Mo because she was about 73.85% sure they hadn't had one of the cupcakes yet. That's when she saw him. That fucking asshole. "Hey! Asshole!" she shouted at him as she made her way over, unable to help herself.

Eagan had settled down into the tub with Mo's help, having to go slow and situate themself just right in order to not agitate their still healing foot too much. The handheld shower head had already been taken out of the holder and was dangling between her and the tiled wall. "You know you don't have to do this right? I have one functional hand at least" she pointed out before they began to move the hand through her hair as if washing it. "See?"

who: Eagan and Howl ( @alwaysmovinghowl )

Eagan had been handing out flyers for the majority of the festival. Spending more time doing it than anything else, even forgetting to stop and get something to eat or drink. They only had a few left, not including the one tucked away in their pocket so they always had at least one to show people. A couple people passed that collected them, until Eagan was only left with the pocket one. She pulled it out, unfolding it and bending down on the ground to try and smooth some of the creases out.

who: Eagan and Elijah ( @wanderinglcst )

There hadn't been any updates in regards to their brother's missing person case, and while Eagan knew now that someone was working on it didn't mean she was going to stop her own search. She'd had some help with making flyers, and had dropped off some at Cassie's booth not too long ago. The rest had been divided out between others. A stack to pass out or just one to show to people.

"Have you seen Will Monroe?" she asked, hand thrusting one of the flyers out towards the next passerby

"Don't worry I ain't gonna take up much time" she shook her head some, for a moment wondering what type of training he meant, but quickly shaking the thought away. Now wasn't the time. "I'm looking for my brother. Trying to see if anyone's seen him lately. Within the past couple of weeks"

"My brother's been missing for, I don't know, a month? Over a month? More than a couple weeks at least." Eagan started, "at least that's the last time I saw him. Tryin' to see if anyone else has seen him around since then. Maybe knows what happened to him or whatever."

who: Eagan and Ric ( @oxtofmydcpth )

No news had come about Will yet. From the moment Eagan had gotten that feeling something had happened to him, she wasn't going to leave this up to the cops or the rangers. The help was needed and it was more people looking, but there was still that instinct to mistrust authority figures and establishments. They were conducting their own search, and luckily as the time had passed on the more she was able to move around with their injured, but healing foot.

She spotted a familiar face as she entered the bar. The familiarity wasn't because they knew the other, but rather because they had seen him and Will talking before and more than once. Eagan made her way over to the bar, leaning her crutch against it as she worked at getting up onto the barstool. Something that even without the crutch took them having to use the bar to help them get up onto the seat. "When was the last time you saw Will?" she asked once she was settled, and without so much as an introduction or greeting.