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                                        GALENTINE’S DATE! 

Due to an overabundance of straight women and fewer straight men applying this year, we’ve matched groups of women, some who identify as straight and some who do not, for Galentine’s Day !! 

@marjtriton, @voodoo-lou, and @aubreytriton,  you’ll be meeting your matches at 8:00 pm sharp on the patio.  You  will be the girls in the seashell necklace, purple & gold mask, and dangly shell earrings respectively. Have a lovely time! 

Huntley: This isn't me selling my soul to you and your voodoo powers or anything.

Lou: Smart.

desperate text for @voodoo-lou !!

admiring text for @voodoo-lou !!

🍭 for one of our muses to get sick or injured somehow

Huntley wasn’t sure how it had happened. One minute, he was walking past a completely innocuous scarecrow, with no desire to get near it in any way, shape, or form. The next, he felt a sudden urge to go smack the arm of it and see if it spinned, like he wanted to give a scarecrow a high five or something. And so, checking that no one was watching, Huntley strode over to it, solidly smacking the scarecrow’s arm. And it did go spinning, which made him laugh for a moment -- until it spun faster than anticipated, and the other arm whirled around and smacked him right in the head. “Ow,” he said, blinking back stars that appeared behind his eyelids. He rubbed his head, hearing snickering, and tried to turn to see who it was... but stumbled instead, feeling dizzy. “I’m glad you think the concussion I just gave myself is funny,” he grumbled, ending up sitting down on a barrel of hay and wincing, still not sure who had just witnessed his totally stupid move.

YOU TWO HAD 98% COMPATIBILITY

@voodoo-lou, you’ll be meeting your match at 8:00 pm sharp by the fountain. He will be wearing Sangria, and will be the guy with the black hat. Have a lovely time!