#swynisaac

In which the brothers try to get in touch with Gem...[takes place: June 28-July 02]

@mads-morey, @isaac-morey, @elliot-morey, @sebastian-morey, @devyn-morey

[cw -- discussions of terrorist attack]

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[link here]

In which Gem tries to dissuade his family from attending the InterPride event...[takes place: June 17]

@dian-morey, @mads-morey, @isaac-morey, @elliot-morey, @sebastian-morey, @devyn-morey

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further reading...

We're Watching You

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[link here]

In which Mads receives a threatening note...[takes place: June 10]

@dian-morey, @mads-morey, @isaac-morey, @elliot-morey, @sebastian-morey, @devyn-morey

[cw -- stalking, doxxing, blackmail, and threats]

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In which something is going on with Isabela's powers...[takes place: January 11th]

@starring-daisy, @isaac-morey, @kenneth-carson

[cw -- none]

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ISABELA: Isabela arrived before anyone else, of course. She had to help set up! And, also, she was planning on thanks the hostesses. This was a classy, upscale event. Which had meant finding a classy, upscale location to lure in the upper crust of Swynlake society.

She was nervous. First, the petition had been rejected.

And now, she wasn't sure what she was going to do if they couldn't raise at least the majority of the funds. She didn't want to ask for private donations--that could get messy, people thinking they had a say in how things were done just because they'd given money.

So, she was grateful to Minnie and Daisy for hosting. And, as usual, she was prepared with a beautiful boutique of neon flowers--birds of paradise, pansies, winter holly, camillas--

Standing in the front yard before knocking on the door, she wove her hands, to create the bouquet…

And nothing happened.

Her hands remained empty. No flowers bloomed.

Isabela felt her stomach clench. She tried again, waving her hands to produce the beautiful bouquet she held in her mind's eye.

Nothing.

Again and again she tried until she a bead of sweat dropped from her brow and she was able to produce a single purple pansy. She clenched it in her fist, crumbling the petals. Tears stung at her eyes, but she'd already done her make up. She couldn't cry. She wouldn't cry.

Coming up the steps, she knocked on the door, taking a breath and smiling as it opened. "Hey! I am so excited," she said, forcing the enthusiasm as she kissed Daisy's cheek.

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In which the police arrive at the Morey's door...[takes place: December 9, 2023]

@dian-morey, @isaac-morey, @sebastian-morey, @trackedbymaximus

[cw -- some panic/reminders of past trauma/mentions of murder]

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[link here]

@isaac-morey

Elinor ignored Isaac's brush off of whether or not she needed to go through the trouble. It wasn't trouble, in her opinion. It was what you did for a guest. They were never a bother and they deserved to be treated well. Besides, if anything less than freshly brewed coffee wasn't good enough for her, it wasn't good enough for her guests either.

She folded her hands on the table top with a polite smile. In all honesty, she had wanted Agustin Madrigal to win over Isaac. She thought an older, more experienced voice would be good for the town. Agustin was raising three lovely girls, two of which, at least, Elinor knew were very helpful around town. In her opinion, that made him a better choice just off the bat.

@isaac-morey​

If there was one thing that Elinor knew, it was that local politics were extremely important.

She had been the lady of a castle once. A castle that still had served her community as a gathering place and a source of income for the village below it. And town funds were disseminated throughout the town by a council in quite the same way as the Board. Elinor had always been close to the council. A DunBroch usually served on it, though she, herself, had no real head for politics. It was important for her to get her foot in the door with them, if she planned to continue her interest in putting Best Castle back onto the map.

This involved reaching out to different board candidates to get a feel for who would be most likely to vote for her petition. Elinor was--doubtful about the Magick one, Isaac Morey, both because of his magic and because of what she’d heard concerning his family. However, from the research she’d done, his magic seemed relatively harmless and his family was not so important when it came to his position on the Board, potentially. This was a small town. Families were messy. She knew that well enough.

So, she invited Isaac to the castle, as that was the best place, she thought, to pitch her concept. “Hello, Mr. Morey,” she said, coming around the side of the castle instead of opening the front door. “I apologize, I was just in the garden when I heard you approaching. Can I get you a refreshment?” she asked as she climbed up the stairs to open the front door for them and usher him inside.