#zoe:threads

Zoë had seen him at the hoedown, but she'd thought she'd been hallucinating in the stress of the moment. There'd been so many people panicking and upset, and she'd wanted to get the full story so she'd been preoccupied with trying to get statements and following the sheriff (until he told her, politely, to fuck off).

But now things have settled down, and he's still here. She's seen him at town hall, and there's no way to avoid it now. What was he even doing here?

"Zain?" she called to him, crossing the road quickly to intercept. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"

Plot: Zoe went a little overboard on decorating while Tommy came early as a surprise.

zoe let out a small sound of complaint as another snowflake fell down from the ceiling. she really was trying to get everything perfect before he came home, but the decorations were fighting her. the night before, the little brunette got the bright idea for the home she was sharing with her boyfriend. he wouldn’t be home for two more days, and wouldn’t be amazing to come home to a winter wonderland? so she went out, buying a tree, ornaments, and as many decorations she could fit into a cart she was pushing by herself. staying up late cutting out different snowflakes, which she was now struggling to get to stick to the ceiling. thankfully, majority of them were up and stayed over night, but two had dropped...but she could fix that.

 currently, she was balancing on a chair stacked high with cookbooks so she could hang tinsel at the entrance of their living room. one foot on the books, while the other was sticking out to the side as she balanced. that was...till she felt a blast of cold air rushing. the front door...someone opened it. her head snapping from looking up to forward and see her boyfriend in the doorway. “T-Tommy!” She squeaked out, her eyes wide in shock. if he dared to look anywhere else besides his tiny girlfriend, he would see bags...everywhere. bags still full of decorations, snowflakes covering the large coffee table, and tons hanging all over the entrance and from the ceiling of the living room. a eight foot tree half done in the corner behind her, with ornaments stacked next to it. zoe, balancing rather dangerously on a thick stack of books, her feet covered in christmas themed fluffy socks wearing a long baggy red shirt with a little pair of green pajama shorts, her hair a mess around her head held back by a cloth head band finished the picture.

where: outside the fire station who: dahlia cruz-dutton (@callofthxvoid)

"Excuse me, excuse me," Zoë hurried to catch Dahlia as she exited the fire station. "Dahlia Cruz-Dutton, right? Firehouse paramedic captain? What are your thoughts on the rumor that there's an entity above us, potentially controlling us? Do you think we'll see a spike in deaths following Quinn Buckley's announcement that she can walk in the night with the monsters? Did you personally see the entity?" She held her phone out, recording everything.

where: ren faire who: zain madan (@zainmadan)

Zoë knew a Renaissance Faire wasn't the best place to reconcile with her ex(?)-fiancé. But it was public and anything but intimate, so she figured it would be a good first step, maybe.

“I thought we could pop in and get a drink, maybe some pie . . . a lowkey no pressure date,” she told him with a small smile. “What do you think?”

where: town hall who: astrid bergström ( @astridbergstrxm )

Zoë was not expecting Astrid Bergström of all people to be sitting at the front desk of the Town Hall building. She stopped short on her way to bug the mayor (read: interview). "You're that Swedish heiress, aren't you? What the hell are you doing in a place like this?" Zoë had written about Astrid before, and she though she knew the other well enough to at least know the other probably wouldn't have been caught dead in a place like Huntsville.

where: the pumpkin festival who: lydia baptiste (@thiingswelostx)

“Excuse me, you work at Town Hall, correct? What do you think of Mayor Natasha’s leadership? Do you think the town should have an election to establish a new mayor?” Zoë asked, holding up her phone as it recorded.

where: the pumpkin festival who: samuel ahn (@travelingreportersam)

Community events were the best place to get interviews. Most people were in a good mood and hopped up on sweets and full of alcohol, so they didn’t mind talking to her.

“Excuse me, I’m working on a documentary about Huntsville, and I was hoping to ask you a few questions about your thoughts on the possibility of a mayoral election.”

where: ren faire who: peyton wilson (@ofescapisms)

Zoë was documenting the faire as part of her documentary, finding it fascinating that the town still thrived despite the horrors that came out at night. She was snapping pictures when she happened to bump into Peyton.

“Oh, sorry. Just taking photos,” she said with a smile, holding up the camera.