Kim was frustrated. Her heart ached from all the panic and tears she'd seen over the last few days.

Working off her pain at the gym hadn't quenched the fire roaring in her veins, and neither had a frantic cleaning session in her apartment. Finally, she caved in and texted Swizz.

Kim: come over, I need some kissing practice

Then she showered, running her sweat and tears down the drain. She checked her reflection, swiping her hand across the mirror and frowning at herself. This attitude was totally not like her. She hoped some warm kisses and a few smiles would refill the void opening in her heart.

Luis was seeing red. The fact he could control himself at all was a miracle and he hardly believed in those. Not when people up and disappeared into thin air. Not when Shona, not Rei - the list felt like it went on and where there had been a thread of control left inside of him, all that remained was a frayed piece. His fists flew out around him, destroying everything in his path until he could finally take a breath and scream.

It wasn't the first time Anna had given free chocolate away, but usually the goal was to find new customers or get opinions on her new flavor combinations. Sat beside the little rinky-dink booth she'd put together herself, the sign swinging loose for the sixth time today, she had quite an array of boxes laid out. There was little she could do to be helpful, but she knew when she was struggling, chocolate always seemed to cheer her up! Even if just a little. Hopefully she could be the bright spot for those who were having a hard time right now. Leaping from her stool to her feet, she began to wave like a mad-man at the person that was walking down the sidewalk towards her, trying to stop them before they could pass. "Hi! We have free samples! By we, I mean me! Would you like one? Or two? Or even three! I have plenty! And they're fresh! Just made this morning! Except for the orange flavored bon-bons, those were last night... but it was like three am, so it was really sort of this morning... anyway, help yourself!"

She hadn't checked to see if any of her texts had actually gone through — Kimi, while excitable, was usually a pretty calm person deep down. Outside of Chuckie and Chas, she actually had no idea who else might have avoided making the missing person list, and to say she was freaking out was an understatement. Banging on the blonde's door until it opened, relief flooded her expression, twinged with annoyance. "If you don't answer your phone, how the fuck am I supposed to know you weren't kidnapped too?"

It had just started as the seed of an idea. Something for Nani to throw some energy into. She'd printed the flyers, asked Anita to run a special advertisement in The Chronicle, then set up shop at the city hall, arranging the chairs in circles and even asking for donations of food and drink from some of the local shops.

At first, it was just Nani, sipping anxiously at a cup of coffee as the time ticked closer. Then the people began to show up, red-eyed and hunched shoulders, and she'd put her whole being into soothing them, asking their loved ones names, spiraling silly stories about her own lost one to make them laugh.

She hoped it would be enough to at least give some people some hope. This first meeting wound down late into the night, until Nani finally began to pack away chairs and package up the food, promising a next time to those who asked.

"Sorry, can I slip by you? I just need to put this chair over there," she asked, smiling apologetically at the figure in her way.

Staring at the line of trees, Wendy stood with one hand on her hip, a very large stick gripped in the other, hanging over her shoulder. They'd tried three times now to go through the woods, but at some point, they always ended up... on the other side of town, somehow, dazed and confused. Which was actually really kind of creepy, and no doubt something Dipper had already investigated. Which was why she was doing this, of course. She was lazy, but sometimes she cared enough to override the amotivation that was so deeply ingrained in her. Hearing footsteps, Wendy turned to their newfound company, bewilderment dancing across their features. "They had to get through this, right?"

Her name wasn't on the list, but did that mean she wasn't missing, or she just hadn't been reported missing yet? Swizz hadn't stopped moving since he hopped out of bed, half-wasted still from the night (er, morning) before and running incredibly late for work. His boss wasn't there yet, which wasn't entirely unusual, since it was his opening shift, but he was surprised he hadn't called to see why the doors were still closed at noon. It didn't take long for the news to reach him, and it filled him with more dread than he would have expected. He liked to think he did a good job of not getting attached, but there were a couple of names that came to mind while he was scrolling through the posters, and one of them texted him while he was pushing through the front doors, hauling ass to someone else's house. Shooting a quick response to Kim, he was breathless by the time he reached Carmen's, banging frantically on the door, not considering or caring that he'd be scaring her. He hadn't seen her, had not talked to her since the last time he'd showed up at her place, drunk and high and bloody and bruised. At least this time he wasn't bloody and bruised. "Ten seconds, I'm giving you ten seconds," he yelled, "before I'm busting this door down."

hans westergaard // open to all @evermorehqsstart

Hans briefly skimmed the missing list when it first went viral, when everyone was sending thoughts and prayers and talking about how much they missed their loved ones, and much to his disappointment no one remotely interesting was missing. All royalty and rich were accounted for, and he doubted cozying up to Shaggy would benefit him in anyway. Still he had a part to play in this circus show, so he pouted and lingered and placed a lit candle at the memorial. "God -- its just so sad." he sighed, wondering if he was playing a convincing enough part of a concerned and devastated citizen. "I think we should get on the Mayor to hold a vigil of remembrance-- what do you think?"