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Another day another pocket horror movie to navigate. Essie would growing rather sick and tired of these little episodes, but also tired. Hopping from one to another, hardly any time to think for fear that she’d walk out the door into a fresh new hell. Crouched near a window in this abandoned shopping center was not her idea of relaxing. Luckily however she’d kept a hold of her rifle, ever doorway she stepped through had her rifle firmly at her side. She was becoming too wise to these doors at this point.

Wasn’t their wedding a hot minute ago? Is this a quarterly vow renewal, is that the new trend for hot young couples these days? Maybe they did it for the ‘gram (or, as we’re in Soapberry, for the Snaps). In which case, cough up those blood-smeared Vera Wang pics, Anon.

Cloudburst. It was a play then they made it into a movie and it’s fantastic. 

Elena had been frequenting the bar for a few nights, mostly talking to the bartenders so she could learn about different drinks to try aside from just her classic margarita. When she first came, she ordered one with an extra salty rim job as Iann had suggested, which prompted a curious look from the bartender and he rightfully, corrected her. That had been the beginning of her ‘schooling.’ She’d tried a few savory cocktails since then, and her new favorite now was what the bartender called a Rosemary Salty Dog. It was a refreshing and savory drink that blended gin and grapefruit, salt along the rim, and a garnish of rosemary. She found that she liked it even more than the margaritas she normally tried, as those had a tendency to get too sweet or give her what she had learned was called a ‘brain freeze.’

With her drink her hand, she roamed through the bar toward the back end where the pool tables and dart boards were. She liked to watch them playing, and sometimes a man would spot her watching and invite her over to play. She wasn’t very good, but she knew the basics of the game. She was watching one person in particular as he lined up his shot, focusing on his hands as they gripped the cue stick and then let it fly. “Oh,” she looked up at his face and instantly realized it was someone she knew. “Fane!” Elena slid over to him with a wide smile, “Fancy seeing you here. I don’t think I’ve seen you since the party at Grace’s house. How have you been?”

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[ TEXT ]: Good day Bellamy. How are things? [ TEXT ]: Well, I was planning on spending a day in Italy but– I’m always happy to paint. [ TEXT ]: Unless you fancied a trip to Italy to paint? Or did you have somewhere in mind to go painting? [ TEXT ]: Whatever the case yes painting sounds like a splendid way to pass the time.

Returning to the Soapberry Museum cap in hand wasn’t the easiest thing Ephram had ever done. Freddie had stared at him flatly across their plates of silver-dollar pancakes when Ephram had cautiously broached the subject at breakfast, and Ruby, understandably, didn’t want to get herself in the middle of it. When Freddie didn’t think Ephram needed to forgive or apologize certain people, he made it clear with every line of his expressive body. Ruby patted Ephram’s back and gave him a piece of her bacon.

So at least he was well-fed, if not blessed in this endeavour by both of his partners, when he arrived at the museum. Ephram remembered well the way through to the archival rooms, but he sure as hell didn’t intend to go blundering through the employees only section and make himself even more persona non grata. Asking one of the docents for the head curator would do well enough. “And tell him,” Ephram stopped the employee for a moment, “I din’t come to fight. Tell ‘im he’s right about all of it and I just wanna talk.”

[ TEXT ]: Hey vampire daddy ‘o. [ TEXT ]: Like cause you’re old. Not cause I think of you as a Dad. [ TEXT ]: What’s going on? I saw your daughter recently. Obviously put you on my mind.