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Rayvian

me to me: hoe you stress me out
















The Day of Fête Des Fleurs has finally arrived. The people of Fleurscent had been preparing since the beginning of June. The City was decorated in various shades of yellow. The flower of the week was daffodil and so everything was dressed up accordingly. Despite it being early in the morning people were already flooding in, tourists arrived by foot or by bike. The local inns were all booked for the festival. The people of Fleurscent had once again opened their beloved town up to the outside world, yet not all were happy about it.

On the bright side, the town was buzzing with color and life. There were vendors located all over the town, selling everything from baked goods to flower crowns and jewelry. Children ran to from place to place, their giggles and excited chatter brightening the overall vibe of the town. They, along with many of the citizens spoke in walkie talkies and there were a few mobile phones that could be seen within the crowd. Though they were far from the smartphones that the rest of the world had gotten used to.

Soon people began to head towards the town square, where a lovely fountain stood tall. The water from the fountain was stunning, clear and sparkling in the sunlight. Standing in front of it was the mayor. The charming man stood on top of a small stage that was used for live acts and music. William Smith was American born, he’d moved to Fleurscent as a little boy years ago and like all others he was treated with contempt along with the rest of his family. Though he was able to secure the position of mayor with his charm and honest personality, overcoming the challenges he faced as an outsider.

With a microphone in hand John smiled his usual charming smile and spoke. “It is that time of year again! Once again we welcome the beginning of summer and the start of Fête Des Fleurs. I know that you’ve all been waiting for this special celebration for quite some time now and I’m glad to say that the wait is over. I’d like to welcome all of our tourists who have traveled far and wide to experience and get a good look at this wonderful town. Let us use this festival as a way to come together, bond, and learn from one another. We all have stories to tell I’m sure. So with that, I’d like to say let the festival begin!” John’s speech was met with mixed reactions. There were those who clapped for him politely while others were more enthusiastic. The citizens were clearly torn.

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RosateNena

Twilight Princess
Delphine Rox
The baker
After years of experience with the festival, Delphine knows better than to waste any time. Sure, it's nice to see tourists and witness the commencement speech, but that time could also be dedicated to baking sweets. Besides, the speech is the same every year.

While most other locals were resting the night before, Finnie found herself in the kitchen until the break of dawn. The bakery ran out of desserts on the first day last year, and had to close the shop early; she's determined to make sure that doesn't happen again. It's her favorite time of year, and it has to be perfect for everyone. Wiping some flour off of her face with the back of her hand, she takes a glance at the display cases and tables. They're decorated to match the first theme, and she smiles at her hard work.

A soft chuckle, followed by a familiar voice, comes from behind the young woman: "I think you've done enough". Turning around to find her grandfather, she smiles and nods. He walks towards the front window, flipping the sign over to let everyone know that the bakery is officially open.
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Mood: Excited | Mentions: N/A | Interactions: Open
Location: Bakery | Outfit: C L I C K
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Rayvian

me to me: hoe you stress me out

Gabrielle Bellerose


Gabrielle had risen with the sun like many of the vendors and citizens for the festival. Sola was fast asleep in bed when Gabrielle had got up to get ready for the day. She had stayed over at Sola’s house yet again, together they’d talked about the festival and all of Sola’s theories, ranging from fairies to something fishy going on with the town’s mayor. If Gabrielle hadn’t stopped her they would have probably been up until now. As much as she loved to discuss such topics with new adopted sister, she needed her sleep. Gabrielle placed a kiss on her head and went off to get dressed. Seeing as the flower of the week was Daffodil she’d gotten a lovely yellow dress from one of the boutiques in town. It was perfect because of the color and because it would keep her cool.

Gabrielle checked in on Grand-mère Devereux before heading off. Usually she would enjoy a relaxing boat ride in the morning from Sola’s house to her own but she wanted to get to her shop as early as possible. Grabrielle crossed the bridge that went over the river. The ride from Sola’s house to the shop didn’t take as long as it would have been on foot. When she made it Gabrielle went into her shop and grabbed all the accessories that she had made for the festival. Her stand was right in front of her shop, it had been gifted to her buy her father when she had taken over. Gabrielle had spent ages making her accessories, from flowers crowns to bracelets, and earrings, she’d gone all out. There were others stored away for the rest of the week, each made from the chosen flower.

Gabrielle stood beside it, drawing tourists in with her charm and subtle flirting. It always worked well for her, a few words in her native tongue and some compliments thrown in had them swarming like bees to flowers.

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Location: In front of her shop, Uptown
Outfit:
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RosateNena

Twilight Princess
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@chennieisaac

With how beautiful the town's scenery is, Isaac can't help but to sneak in a couple of shots. Of course, they're not all entirely perfect, but he's still satisfied with how they turn out. With the sun shining down on everything below, it provides the best lighting possible. He manages to catch some great action shots of the mayor, and some close-ups of the fountain and nearby flowers. Landscapes and nature are his favorite subjects, and this town is seemingly perfect for it.​

Subconsciously wandering around for more inspiration, Chennie stops in his tracks when he spots a floral stand. The organization of the arrangements is almost as beautiful as the woman standing in front of them. "Excuse me," he speaks up, "Would you mind if I took some pictures? Not just of the stand, but maybe you could model for some shots? You don't have to, I'm just curious".​

Mood: Inspired / Location: Floral stand / Mentions: @Rayvian / Interactions: Gabrielle / Outfit: C L I C K
 

crucially

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐒
emmeline soleil devereux
"La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel"
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IMAGINATIVE
CREATIVE
ADVENTUROUS
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With a small, quiet, stir, the figure underneath the soft sheets moved slightly at the touch of soft lips against her cheeks. Subconsciously, the young female smiled gently in her dream-like state, snuggling against her pillow a bit more as a small murmur could be heard. "A few more minutes." The sleepy-like voice whispered.

Nevertheless, as the soft footsteps of her "soeur" faded away into the background, the soft creaking of the door opened slightly. The brunette was not a light sleeper, not at all, as she continued to drift off into her subconscious mind, dreaming of a far-off place where she could continue to sing to the birds and the trees while laughing and smiling with her famille. She could hear giggles and hushed calls coming from her maman and papa, they looked happy, free from worry or concern. A small tear fell down upon her cheeks as she dreamt of them, missing them dearly though fully knew she was loved. The clouds could be reached and she could only childly tell them of the many times she wished upon the stars that they would be there with her. However, no matter how much she repeated those words, her maman would always hold her in her arms, and in a soft coo, tell her comforting words of: "We will always be with you, in your coeur. You won't forget us, my pet. Don't fear."

It was only when a warm, heavy weight dipped against her chest and soft fur nuzzled its way against her cheek did her eyes slowly began to flutter open. In a state between waking up and still asleep, her brows knitted together in confusion as her blurry vision slowly started to clear. The sound of a soft pant and whine echoed in her ear. And just like a that, one by one, the chirping of her birds: Kiwi and Coco began, telling her good morning and to rise and shine. Her lips curved up into a smile as she began stretching her arms and legs, however, she was slightly disrupted as Ren continued to do little "zooms" around her bed before licking her cheeks.

"Okay, okay, Ren! I am up!" She exclaimed, laughing playfully as she attempted to hide her face from the attacked kisses from her fox friend. As she stretched once more, Sola sighed softly, looking around to see the other half of her bed empty. A small pout displayed on her lips as she looked over at Kiwi and Coco, chirping among each other. "Both of you are chipper this morning. Why is that, little ones?" She called out to them, inquisitively.

However, seeing that her curtains were pushed to the side and the windows were open, the aroma of flowers filled her nostrils as she slowly made her way off her bed. Tilting her head, she noticed Ren holding something in his mouth before placing it on the ground. "Ren? Were you playing in the gardens again? I hope it wasn't one of grand-mère's favorite." She scolded lightly as she step towards him, kneeling down before giving him a soft pet and pats. Much to her surprise, it wasn't a fruit, but a flower.

One second passed. . . . . before ten second passed and a lightbulb occurred. It was the start of the flower festival! Oh, how could she forgotten? No, she didn't forget! With a small squeal, Sola thanked her small furry friend before rushing out her bedroom door to get ready.

"Mémé!" She called out, finally dressed and ready to go out into the world. However, as she looked around for her grandmaman, she was nowhere in sight. But, seeing a note on their little table, Sola tilted her head to the side, recognizing Mémé Celia's handwriting. With a small sigh, Sola shook her head seeing that grandmaman already left after Belle had, heading to the market to give out fresh produce and to assist her friends. Although the post office and the newspaper shop was closed for a few days, Sola made sure to print out different fliers and other newspaper to help out Belle with her stand.

Without another moment to waste, Sola made sure to clean out Kiwi and Coco's birdcage first, providing fresh food and water for them as well as give Ren his breakfast. "I'll be back soon, Ren. Watch the house for me!" She softly whispered to Ren, giving him a kiss on the head and a gentle hug.

Soon, Sola was on her way towards Belle's stand. As she unlocked her bike and slowly got on, she peddled as fast as she can, loving the breeze against her hair. Taking a deep breath as she made her way around town, the daffodil wreaths and garlands filled everywhere decorating every lamppost, the water fountain, and with every turn, the place was filed with beauty and vibrancy, a scenic view that could only come out of picture books. As the bright sun beamed down its radiant light and the gathered crowd went going back and forth setting up shop, Sola couldn't help but let out another squeal of excitement. Sola wondered if the fairies were around or perhaps even the gnomes. She knew they loved nature and Sola couldn’t think of a better time than the festival season for them to appear unexpectedly! Even if she didn't care for their mayor, Sola wanted to make it the best festival ever even if it meant keeping two eyes open and alert, watching and gauging his moves when she could. Her theories and the hushed rumors of Fleurescent didn't fall on deaf ears, especially not hers. Sola made sure she prepped and kept her little notebook with her at all times in her small pastel backpack that she kept in her bike's basket.

But, before she made her way to Belle's stand, wanting to help her sell flower crowns and flowers, the smell of baked good filled her nostrils and she could only wonder if her soeur ate or snacked on anything yet. They couldn't do good business on an empty stomach, or even sleuthing when Belle got off from working! Not wanting Belle to wait for her for too longer, Sola quickly parked her bike on the cobbled path where the bike stands were suppose to be stationed. Once she made sure her bike was locked, Sola slowly made her way inside the shop as the smell of fresh baked goods filled her nostril. She took a deep breath and sighed happily. With a wide smile, she waved at everyone as she kept her small backpack over one of her shoulders.

"Bonjour Monsieur and Madame Rox!" She started before seeing Finnie, "Finnie!" Sola exclaimed happily, making her way over towards her. "Ca va? Are you going to the fleur parade later? Everything smells and looks so incredible! I could hardly choose! I'm looking for something slightly sweet? Nothing too filling but something that'll keep up the energy? Maybe some pastries?" She tilted her head to the side, tapping her chin before looking up at Finnie once more, "Oh! And do you have any drinks?"

interactions: Finnie [ @RosateNena ] | mentions: Belle [ @Rayvian ] | outfit: xxx | photoshop credit: [ @chezmoi ]​

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atomic

out of my cage
GAVIN DORSEY.

LOCATION . . .
Heading to the Bakery
MOOD . . .
Impatient, Bored
WITH . . .
Miles
TAGS . . .
N/A
I'D BE ALRIGHT . . .
IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU . . .

COME UP FOR AIR, COME UP FOR AIR . . .
Gavin didn't want to call himself an international babe, but that was just an unfortunate side effect of being him lately. He'd been in France for about a year, now. He'd been learning some Spanish on the side, because according to him -- "they're basically the same language, Schroeder." After realizing that Spanish and French were not 'basically the same,' he gave up learning a language altogether and stuck to the company of English speakers.

All in all, Gavin had fully accepted the French lifestyle. Among his favorite shit French people did were the silent dances. There was something charming about renting some headphones from some guy wearing headphones and dancing late into the morning with more people wearing headphones. And nobody could complain that his music was too loud. Case in point, the buzz buzz buzz of a certain tragically mediocre best friend.

"Jesus Christ, Gear, turn it down. God, they're all looking at us," Miles groaned in the seat next to him, those baby blues of his peeking through dainty little women fingers. The two best friends had just passed the sign that welcomed outsiders to Fleurescent, population too damn small. But Gavin remained optimistic for Miles' sake. Because Paris was amazing, and when Miles told him they were leaving, he was skeptical at most.

"Lighten up, buttercup. Everybody loves Toto," Gavin dropped his head to the side, waggling his brows at Miles as he belted out the next line, "It's gonna take a lot to drag me awayyyyy from you!" Yeah, he put his back into that one, pounding his palms on the steering wheel and paying questionable attention to the road. There was no shortage of hostile looks from the locals around them. Gavin's car, which he bought from some guy wearing a trench coat in an alley, was old and spewing a cloud of exhaust at random intervals. The top was down on the shitty old convertible mustang, easily displaying the duo as Gavin tore around a corner into a parking spot.

Gavin knew he was giving Miles a heart attack, but he was gonna go ahead and assume the attack wouldn't be fatal and his best friend would 'get the fuck over it'. He stretched arms over his head almost immediately when he was out of the car, cocking a brow towards a group of people walking around in yellow sundresses, "Yellow's a popular color over here, innit?" Miles just stared, looking a little off-put by that comment. Anybody that had spent twenty minutes telling Gavin about the town's festival would look just as distressed after hearing that. "Did you listen to anything I said? No? Right. Course not."

Gav just smiled sheepishly, throwing his brows into something apologetic as he began to whisper quietly, "Gonna take some time to do the things we never had." He turned and began walking down the street, "hurry boy, she's waiting there for you." Miles flinched from behind when Gavin threw his arms up and start screeching the chorus. It was awful. It was Gavin Dorsey.
A MIRACLE MILE, WHERE DOES IT LEAD TO?


MILES SCHROEDER.

LOCATION . . .
Bakery
MOOD . . .
Stressed
WITH . . .
Gavin
TAGS . . .
I WISH ON SHOOTING STARS . . .
OR WERE THEY SATELLITES?

MAYBE THEY WERE TOO FAR, HEY-OH-NA-NA . . .
Nine-tenths of the time, it felt like he was babysitting Gavin. The last tenth was when Miles wasn’t with Gavin. And at that point, anything the other man did was completely out of his control. But that last tenth was also the tenth that might have his best friend wrapped around a pole after drinking too much, so Miles tried to make it a point to avoid that tenth.

This meant that he had begrudgingly agreed to let Gavin come with him to complete his Masters Program in France. It meant he couldn’t leave Gavin in Paris when he told his friend that he’d be spending some time in this town to finish his final project and thus getting his masters in English. Funny enough, Miles had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with a degree in English. That’s primarily the reason he was getting his masters. School was easy.

Everybody did all the planning for you in a shitty system. And then it was just a matter of working soul-sucking job after job to pay rent. He was neck-deep in student loans, so that sort of gave him something to look forward to. Goals, you know? Without goals, Miles was teetering on the edge of a persistent breakdown. He was nothing like Gavin, who he doubted planned anything past ‘get drunk’ and ‘fuck shit up’.

Miles took one last look at the awful mustang convertible Gav left open and parked. Gavin liked to tell people he bought it from some sketchy alley guy in a trench coat. But really it came from a used car lot, and they bought it from a nice middle-aged man named Simon. The car looked like a giant zit in the beautiful town they were both corrupting with their combined presence. He was fairly certain ‘white trash’ like them didn’t belong in a town like this.

By the time Miles caught up to Gavin, his friend had already been distracted away from badly singing Toto’s, “Africa,” and was turning heads at every halfway fuckable person. As if on cue, Gavin spoke, “This place is nuts, dude. Look at these people. I know what I’m doin’—,” He paused as a handsome boy in a yellow dress shirt walked on by with black pants that hugged his ass. Gavin drooled, “And then what I’m doin’ next.”

“Don’t be gross,” Miles chuckled. You couldn’t take Gavin too seriously when he was sightseeing. The people were gorgeous, though. He was just as much a guy as Gavin was, so he couldn’t help but look at some of the girls, too. “Yo,” Gavin smacked Miles arm, nodding towards a bakery, “Cover me. I’m goin’ in.”

Gavin had been on the hunt for a decent cinnamon roll all day, but since Gavin was also the pickiest eater Miles had ever met, they’d turned down nearly every bakery they went into. The two of them entered the bakery, and Gavin immediately made his way to the counter, strategically lingering next to the beautiful local girl ordering. Miles decided to grab a seat next to a window while they were available.

Gavin grinned like a kid on Christmas after catching the tail end of the local girl's innocent comments, “Look no longer. I'll have you know I’m plenty sweet and have no issue keeping up the energy.” The boy wasn’t really looking at the girl he was probably offending. Instead, he perked up visibly and addressed the girl behind the counter, “Are your cinnamon rolls cream cheese or buttercream. That’s a frosting, right? Buttercream? Never mind, d’ya have cream cheese frosting on your cinnamon rolls?”
I MUST HAVE BLOWN APART A MILLION DANDELIONS

Gavin
Gavin didn't want to call himself an international babe, but that was just an unfortunate side effect of being him lately. He'd been in France for about a year, now. He'd been learning some Spanish on the side, because according to him -- "they're basically the same language, Schroeder." After realizing that Spanish and French were not 'basically the same', he gave up learning the language altogether and stuck to the company of English speakers.

All in all, Gavin had fully accepted the French lifestyle. Among his favorite shit French people did were the silent dances. There was something charming about renting some headphones from some guy wearing headphones and dancing late into the morning with more people wearing headphones. And nobody could complain that his music was too loud. Case in point, the buzz buzz buzz of a certain tragically mediocre best friend.

"Jesus Christ, Gear, turn it down. God, they're all looking at us," Miles groaned in the seat next to him, those baby blues of his peeking through dainty little women fingers. The two best friends had just passed the sign that welcomed outsiders to Fleurscent, population too damn small. But Gavin remained optimistic for Miles' sake. Because Paris was amazing, and when Miles told him they were leaving, he was skeptical at most.

"Lighten up, buttercup. Everybody loves Toto," Gavin dropped his head to the side, waggling his brows at Miles as he belted out the next line, "It's gonna take a lot to drag me awayyyyy from you!" Yeah, he put his back into that one, pounding his palms on the steering wheel and paying questionable attention to the road. There was no shortage of hostile looks from the locals around them. Gavin's car, which he bought from some guy wearing a trench coat in an alley, was old and spewing a cloud of exhaust at random intervals. The top was down on the shitty old convertible mustang, easily displaying the duo as Gavin tore around a corner into a parking spot.

Gavin knew he was giving Miles a heart attack, but he was gonna go ahead and assume the attack wouldn't be fatal and his best friend would 'get the fuck over it'. He stretched arms over his head almost immediately when he was out of the car, cocking a brow towards a group of people walking around in yellow sundresses, "Yellow's a popular color over here, innit?" Miles just stared, looking a little off-put by that comment. Anybody that had spent twenty minutes telling Gavin about the town's festival would look just as distressed after hearing that. "Did you listen to anything I said? No? Right. Course not."

Gav just smiled sheepishly, throwing his brows into something apologetic as he began to whisper quietly, "Gonna take some time to do the things we never had." He turned and began walking down the street, "hurry boy, she's waiting there for you." Miles flinched from behind when Gavin threw his arms up and start screeching the chorus. It was awful. It was Gavin Dorsey.
Miles
Nine-tenths of the time, it felt like he was babysitting Gavin. The last tenth was when Miles wasn’t with Gavin. And at that point, anything the other man did was completely out of his control. But that last tenth was also the tenth that might have his best friend wrapped around a pole after drinking too much, so Miles tried to make it a point to avoid that tenth.

This meant that he had begrudgingly agreed to let Gavin come with him to complete his Masters Program in France. It meant he couldn’t leave Gavin in Paris when he told his friend that he’d be spending some time in this town to finish his final project and thus getting his masters in English. Funny enough, Miles had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with a degree in English. That’s primarily the reason he was getting his masters. School was easy.

Everybody did all the planning for you in a shitty system. And then it was just a matter of working soul-sucking job after job to pay rent. He was neck-deep in student loans, so that sort of gave him something to look forward to. Goals, you know? Without goals, Miles was teetering on the edge of a persistent breakdown. He was nothing like Gavin, who he doubted planned anything past ‘get drunk’ and ‘fuck shit up’.

Miles took one last look at the awful mustang convertible Gav left open and parked. Gavin liked to tell people he bought it from some sketchy alley guy in a trench coat. But really it came from a used car lot, and they bought it from a nice middle-aged man named Simon. The car looked like a giant zit in the beautiful town they were both corrupting with their combined presence. He was fairly certain ‘white trash’ like them didn’t belong in a town like this.

By the time Miles caught up to Gavin, his friend had already been distracted away from badly singing Toto’s, “Africa,” and was turning heads at every halfway fuckable person. As if on cue, Gavin spoke, “This place is nuts, dude. Look at these people. I know what I’m doin’—,” He paused as a handsome boy in a yellow dress shirt walked on by with black pants that hugged his ass. Gavin drooled, “And then what I’m doin’ next.”

“Don’t be gross,” Miles chuckled. You couldn’t take Gavin too seriously when he was sightseeing. The people were gorgeous, though. He was just as much a guy as Gavin was, so he couldn’t help but look at some of the girls, too. “Yo,” Gavin smacked Miles arm, nodding towards a bakery, “Cover me. I’m goin’ in.”

Gavin had been on the hunt for a decent cinnamon roll all day, but since Gavin was also the pickiest eater Miles had ever met, they’d turned down nearly every bakery they went into. The two of them entered the bakery, and Gavin immediately made his way to the counter, strategically lingering next to the beautiful local girl ordering. Miles decided to grab a seat next to a window while they were available.

Gavin grinned like a kid on Christmas after catching the tail end of the local girl's innocent comments, “Look no longer. I'll have you know I’m plenty sweet and have no issue keeping up the energy.” The boy wasn’t really looking at the girl he was probably offending. Instead, he perked up visibly and addressed the girl behind the counter, “Are your cinnamon rolls cream cheese or buttercream. That’s a frosting, right? Buttercream? Never mind, d’ya have cream cheese frosting on your cinnamon rolls?”
 

Rayvian

me to me: hoe you stress me out

Gabrielle Bellerose


Gabrielle was glad that she had decided to make as many accessories as she had or else she would have been sold out in a flash. Her family had made sure that she knew the consequences of not making enough of her merchandise. She waved goodbye to the couple walking away from her stand. The young men had brought two of her bracelets. Gabrielle couldn’t help but sigh in a dreamy manner, she loved love. Her little bubble was popped by someone talking to her. Gabrielle turned her head to look at the person standing in front of her. The young woman quirked a brow as she looked him over. He was handsome, for a brief moment her gaze traveled to luscious red lips. Seeing as it would be rude to stare and not answer his question she finally spoke up. “I don’t mind. How or where do you want me?” She crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t the first time a tourist had asked to take her picture or a picture of her display. Her answer would always depend on how she felt. There were times where she agreed to the photos and others were she didn’t. Gabrielle knew that there were times when people didn’t bother to ask before taking the picture at all.

For a moment she wondered if she should keep her hair in it’s messy bun or if it looked better done. But then again she had someone standing right in front of her, so why try to decide between two equally appealing decisions on her own? “Up or down?” She asked casually while gesturing to her hair.

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Location: In front of her shop, Uptown
Outfit:
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Aurelie Cartier
"I always knew that in another life I could fly, so in this life, I dance"​

location: Gabrielle's stand
with: Gabrielle & Isaac
tags: @Rayvian @RosateNena
outfit: Ballet Costume & Casual clothing
By the time Aurelie was awake, the sun didn't rise yet and it wasn't because she was an early riser, her excitement for being able to perform during the estival was the one tha made her start her day earlier than usual. She couldn't wait until the time came and have all that people from locals to tourists all their eyes would be on her while she danced, but perform wasn't the only thing that made her happy since the festival meant that the painting of her father would sell more than any ohter regular day, mostlly because they were based on the flower of the festival and the painitngs of Aurelies father were popular among the tourists.

She knew she couldn't wait until it was time to go to the festival she needed to use her energy somehow and the only way she could relieved all her emotions was through dancing, she grabbed her things and saw that her father was still sleeping she wouldn't wake him up, he needed to rest as much as she could knowing it would be a long day for both, she left him a note telling him she would be at the studio practicing and that she loved him after she wrote the small she headed to the place that was practically her second home. Once she was there she started practising the choreography that she was going to perform during the parade, losing track of time until she realized that people started working on their stands, she knew it was time to go back to her house take a quick shower and head towards the festival.

Once she was back to her house and after a quick shower she made sure to change into something appropriate for the festival and grabbed her costume for her performance, she was happy with the outcome of her costume, she wouldn't called herself a seamstress but since her family couldn't afford the expensive costumes that were used in ballet Aurelie needed to find a way to make things work with the things she had. Once she left her house she noticed all the stands and how the town came to life due to the festival, she left her costume and ballet shoes with the rest of the costumes of everyone that was performing there, but somehow she knew it lack something to make it completely perfect.

As she made her way around the festival trying to find something that would be the perfect piece for her dance costume was when she arrived at Gabrielle's stand and that's when she knew what she was missing to complete her attire, some flowers would be perfect for a headpiece and Aurelie knew that Gabrielle's stand would have the most gorgeous flowers she could find. Aurelie went towards her stand and found Gabrielle posing for some photos, she assume the guy who was taking the photos was a tourist that was mesmerized by Gabrielle's stand or beauty or probably both and needed to capture that moment with his camera. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need some help. I'm searching for some flowers for a headpiece and I wouldn't be able to choose without the help of the expert" Aurelie said to Gabrielle with a kind smile "As always your stand is the one that captures everyones eyes, you did an amazing job just like every year" she added.
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RosateNena

Twilight Princess
Delphine Rox
The baker
Smiling at her friend, Finnie reaches across the counter to quickly hug her. The two have their fair share of gardening days and tea time, and she somehow finds herself being dragged into mini adventures and dress up, as well. "Of course," the baker says, "there's always plenty of options for you. I made quite the selection of pastries, such as apricot, but I also made some sweets to match the theme for the week. Well, sort of—they're lemon flavored, but they're still yellow!"

Before Finnie can bring Sola some treats, a young man, most likely a tourist, interrupts their conversation. She's shocked by the sudden presence and loud burst of energy, that she takes a moment to process his question; it doesn't help that he's also quite attractive. It also crossed her mind that his question could be a possible innuendo, or just a simple and genuine question—she hoped for the latter.

"Well, they're frosted with cream cheese frosting that I make from scratch every night." Finnie brushes some hair behind her ear, glancing over to Sola for a silent apology before making her way to the cinnamon rolls. "Would you like to try some?

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Mood: Calm | Mentions: @crucially @atomic | Interactions: Sola, Gavin
Location: Bakery | Outfit: C L I C K
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RosateNena

Twilight Princess
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@chennieisaac

Isaac smirks to himself for a moment, not missing the fact that the young woman had been briefly checking him out. Her first question sounds somewhat of an innuendo, and he wonders if she is flirting with him. Regardless, he tries his best to not overstep the line. More often than not, his subjects try too hard when it comes to posing—it can be borderline uncomfortable sometimes. Hoping to take some ease off the woman's shoulders, he offers a simple suggestion. "Do what makes you feel comfortable".

Readying his camera, he watches her through the lens as she asks yet another question; this time, it's about her hair. He smiles at her, slightly lowering his camera a bit. "I'm sure you'll look wonderful either way, so why not try both?" Bringing the camera back to it's former position, he shuffles around a bit to find the most flattering lighting and angles. With this current subject, practically anything works.

After what feels like only a few moments, Isaac captures some beautiful photos. There's roughly forty to fifty, and he considers when he'll have the time to edit and send them to her. He's about to ask for her contact information, when a soft voice comes from behind him. Turning around, he comes face-to-face with yet another beautiful young woman. She was neither more nor less beautiful than his subject, but beautiful in her own stunning way. He waits until she's finished speaking before telling her his first thought: "You have some of the most beautiful eyes". It's not necessarily an attempt at flirting, but simply an expression of his genuine belief.

Mood: Inspired / Location: Floral stand / Mentions: @Rayvian @Stardust Galaxy / Interactions: Gabrielle, Aurelie / Outfit: C L I C K
 

moonchild.

the moon to my wolf.
hugo auriant

Unlike the rest of the townspeople, Hugo wasn't sure if he'd make it to the festival. People could take off work, businesses could close. But not his. Animals didn't know it was a festival. They couldn't control if and when they got sick, so he had to remain available at all times. Hugo owned a small clinic that was open three days a week. During the other two days, he made house visits. This week, due to the festival, his practice was closed. However, he was still available 24/7 for house calls. He expected the majority of them to be in the afternoon when people returned from the festival, but would keep his phone on him just in case.

The alarm on Hugo's phone went off way after the sun was up and he figured that he needed to get up and ready, despite not really wanting to. He went through the usual motions of brushing his teeth and getting dressed before grabbing a granola bar and leaving his house. Hugo figured he'd just browse around, see if any of his friends were up and about.

Just as he reached the edge of the little village, a red blur shot past him, a red blur that was very familiar. Crouching down, he called for the fox, who, miraculously, came running over to him. Hugo scooped Ren up, checked him over, and then continued walking, figuring that Sola would be at the flower stand and could return the fox to her there. Then, when he was finished, he'd make a pit stop at the bakery to grab a chocolate croissant.

He never made it to the stand.

Just as Hugo passed the bakery, he heard Sola's voice coming from within. Momentarily forgetting he had a fox in his arms, he waltzed into the bakery. He spotted Sola over by the counter, ordering from Finnie. It was after he walked in that he remembered he had a fox. Whoops. "Oh, Sola!" he called, not noticing the other customers in there. "Your beloved reynard," He used the old name for foxes, "escaped again. I checked him over and he's totally fine. Here he is." Hugo then held out Ren for Sola to take.

Once the fox was safely returned into his owner's arms, he turned to Finnie and waited for her to be done serving a customer before giving her his order. "Hello, Finnie. May I please have the chocolate croissant? Oh, and a donut."



location and tags
where: his home and then the bakery

interacting with: sola & finnie

mentions: n/a

tags: @crucially @RosateNena
 

Rayvian

me to me: hoe you stress me out

Gabrielle Bellerose


Gabrielle was a tiny bit put out that her attempt at flirting had been missed or ignored. Oh well, the town was filled with all sorts of pretty people to flirt with. She followed the photographer’s direction however. Posing in ways that she was comfortable with. The first few had been with her hair up and then she let the locs down for the rest. Gabrielle would admit that she was enjoying herself. She liked to be admired like any other person. If only Sola had woken up with her, they could have had a shoot together. It would be like when they were little girls, and their families would have them pose for family pictures. They could never resist pulling a funny face or pose during. Many of the photos littered the walls of her home and room.

After her pictures were taking Gabrielle noticed Aurelie approaching the two of them. She smiled warmly at the dancer in order to show her that she was fine. She seemed a little troubled for some reason. Gabrielle looked her over, taking in her attire. She could guess what the problem was after a moment. Her suspicions were confirmed when the ballerina spoke again. “I’m more than happy to help. What kind of person would I be if I let our best ballerina go out with an incomplete costume. Give me one second.” She replied before heading into her shop.

After a bit she returned with a crown in her hands. Like the others it was made from Daffodils, yet that was not all that made up the crown. Little jewels and golden lace decorated the object, its appearance resembled that of a true queen. “I was going to save this, but it looks like it belongs on your head. It goes so well with your costume.” Gabrielle walked closer to Aurelie and placed the crown on her head, adjusting it until she deemed it perfect. “There, now your outfit is complete. You look beautiful. Like a princess”

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Location: In front of her shop, Uptown
Outfit:
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Tags: Chennie @RosateNena Aurelie @Stardust Galaxy
 

crucially

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emmeline soleil devereux
"il etait une fois. . ."
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With a gentle hug, Sola returned Finnie's greeting, smiling softly at her amie. For as long as she could remember, Sola was always influenced by her papa. When she was little, before the accident, he read fairy tales and stories about mythical creature to her before bed-time and sometimes, the only way Sola was soothed when she was sick or couldn't stop crying was through story-telling.

Sola always found herself wishing upon shooting stars, believing in the unbelievable, and had a knack for being drawn to nature and animals alike. Her mind was open to many possibilities whether they were drawn from facts and logic or the unseeable. Sola marched to the beat of her own drum and although many didn't believe in her stories about fairies, gnomes, unicorn, or even magic, believing she was talking about nonsense and was naive, her friends were always dragged along with her on her many adventures.

Although most of the time Sola and Finnie spent their days gardening and having tea parties, Sola was grateful that Finnie reluctantly, at times, agreed to go on journeys and quest through Fleurscent with her, sometimes it was a party with Blaise and Belle tagging along at times! If she could, she'd invite all the girls in town with her, but, that was wishful thinking though she never gave up on that dream. For now, she would stick close to passing newspapers, working in the bookstore, and on her journals, especially keeping tabs on the mayor.

"Of course, there's always plenty of options for you. I made quite the selection of pastries, such as apricot, but I also made some sweets to match the theme for the week. Well, sort of—they're lemon flavored, but they're still yellow!"

Sola's face lit up, smiling widely as she heard the different selection of pastries as well as the ingredients inside of them. "Oooh, la la! It matches our theme!"

They all sounded scrumptious and Sola could only imagine Belle's delight when she brought her the delectable goodies! Finnie's bakery was the best in town, in her opinion, and being early when the shop opened was a must! Making a mental note, Sola made sure to remember to write down and take pictures of the pastries to keep in her journal entry to write for the magazine later.

However, before Sola could respond to Finnie, an unfamiliar voice was heard.

“Look no longer. I'll have you know I’m plenty sweet and have no issue keeping up the energy. Are your cinnamon rolls cream cheese or buttercream. That’s a frosting, right? Buttercream? Never mind, d’ya have cream cheese frosting on your cinnamon rolls?”

Furrowing her brow in confusion, Sola took a step back to the side as the male moved forward to talk to Finnie. With a small head tilt, Sola couldn't help but feel as if the male was rude to interrupt her conversation, not finished with her order or choice. But, before Sola could protest, seeing Finnie's apologetic glance her way, Sola could only sigh, shaking her head as she sent a shrug her way before waving it off.

Sola could only hope the unfamiliar male kept to his word. The energy in town was infectious and she could only wonder if he could keep up with them. Was it a challenge? Whether the male made an innuendo or flirted, it slipped passed Sola's head, her thoughts running a mile a minute in wonder. Once Finnie attended to the male, Sola waited to chatter with him.

"Sweet? Someone has a sweet tooth ~ " Sola thought-out loud, her voice piping up once the male was done with his order, before she laughed softly. "Do you run on sweets or are you naturally energetic?" She inquired curiously, remembering he was asking about frostings, "The festival is filled with high-spirits, I hope you can keep up with the crowd! It'll be fun! Will you participate in our events to test that theory?" The young female rose a brow teasingly, before turning her attention towards the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, Sola! Your beloved reynard escaped again. I checked him over and he's totally fine. Here he is."

With a wide-eye gaze, Sola gasped loudly. "Ren!" She exclaimed.

Fluttering over towards Hugo and where Ren was quickly, Sola extended her arms to take the mischievous fox. Once Ren situated himself in, Sola could only click her tongue, before sighing softly, looking up at the veterinarian, in relief. "Merci beaucoup, Hugo! It seems he's nothing but trouble! I could have sworn I told him to watch the house!" Frowning slightly, Sola stepped to the side to let Hugo pass and get his order in. However, as Sola looked down at her small animal friend, the young fox was panting, smiling happily in her arms, oblivious of the worry and concern she had.

Deciding to wait her turn and take care of Ren, Sola made her way around the bakery only to take note of another male sitting nearby the window, not recognising him. Another tourist? Knitting her brow together, Sola could only pause for a moment, biting her lip as she couldn't help but wonder if she made a huge commotion, drawing attention towards herself with Ren. A first impression was important, at least, that's what grandmaman always said. Nevertheless, deciding to introduce herself as she Finnie was already preoccupied, Sola glided, gentle-like steps towards him.

"Bonjour." Sola softly said, attempting to wave towards the male, though with Ren in her arms, it made it harder for her to do so. However, deciding that he wasn't comfortable, Ren quickly moved from his position as he slowly climbed onto Sola's shoulders, burrowing into her backpack as her stuck his head up, watching the other passerbys. Though, as Ren made himself comfy in her backpack, a small flier fell from her backpack. Nevertheless, as Ren did this, Sola could only glance over at her furry friend, not realising that a flier fell as she shook her head, speaking to him for a bit. "Oh, Ren. Are you more comfortable there? Be nice, silly fox."

Turning her attention towards the male once more, Sola tilted her head to the side, biting her lip, "I hope we didn't disturb your morning, monsieur. Ren here loves being outdoors, especially during this time. I always wondered if I should have named him Tod instead . . . it seems to better fit the little one, giving ode to the classic story." Sola smiled softly, before a lightbulb appeared in her had. "Ah, je suis désolée. Je m'appelle Emmeline Devereux. But, most call me Sola." She finished pausing for moment.

Her attention was caught outside of the window as she heard children's laughter as parents were walking side-by-side in awe of the decorations outside. Before Sola could dive further into her own thoughts, Sola turned back towards the male, rambling a bit more. "Are you traveling through Fleurscent?" She questioned, jumping topics, "Oh, there's so many places to visit in France. What made you decide to come here, monsieur? Have you seen Château d’Ussé in the region Loire? I've heard wonderful stories about the castle! Charles Perrault, ah, the writer of Sleeping Beauty was inspired by the castle and used it in his novel!" Sola whimiscally said, sighing dreamily at the mere thought of visiting, though. . she could never step foot outside the town line.

interactions: Finnie [ @Rosate ] , Gavin [ @atomic ] , Hugo [ @moonchild. ] , Miles [ @atomic ]
mentions: Blaise [ @zippy ] , Belle [ @Rayvian ] | outfit: xxx | photoshop credit: the love [ @chezmoi ]​

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Aurelie Cartier
"I always knew that in another life I could fly, so in this life, I dance"​

location: Gabrielle's stand
with: Gabrielle & Isaac
tags: @Rayvian @RosateNena
outfit: Ballet Costume & Casual clothing
"Thank you, that really means a lot, the parade is a big deal for everyone, so everything needs to be perfect" Aurelie replied to reply feeling happy that she would help her to get a headpiece for her costume and smile shyly ad the fact that Gabrielle called her their best ballerina, she loved when someone complimented her, not because she loved the attention but mostly because it showed she was showing her hard work.

Just as Aurelie finished talking she heard someone complimented her also, but not because she was a good dancer. "You have some of the most beautiful eyes" was something she wasn't expecting to hear, she was used to hearing people talking about her in ballet but she was not used to receiving compliments regarding her persona, she turned and faced the guy who was taking not to long ago pictures of Gabrielle, she looked at him and noticed he was handsome, but his face wasn't familiar to her so he must have been a tourist "Thank you, you have pretty eyes too" she admitted embarrassed, she didn't know what to reply in those occasions, Aurelie lived for ballet that flirting was something she didn't have a clue of how to do.

She waited until Gabrielle came back with a crown that was perfect for her headpiece, it was the most beautiful crown she could ever wear fr the parade, but something so beautiful meant that it could be expensive but when Gabrielle put the crown on Aurelie's head she really felt like a true princess "This is so beautiful Gabrielle, I don't think I can make this crown justice, but I'll try my best to showcase it during the parade" She said with a smile "How much do I own you for the crown? I might have to pay you when the day is over, my dad is selling his paintings and I'm going to be paid at the end of the day, but I promise to pay until the last cent"


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atomic

out of my cage
GAVIN DORSEY.

LOCATION . . .
Bakery
MOOD . . .
Ecstatic
WITH . . .
Finnie, Sola, Hugo, Miles
TAGS . . .
I'D BE ALRIGHT . . .
IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU . . .

COME UP FOR AIR, COME UP FOR AIR . . .
Because in Gavin's world, everything happened in Gavin's speed, he didn't, in fact, catch on to the fact that he had horribly cut the girl off next to him. His mind was focused on cinnamon rolls. When the boy was focused on something, it's like he couldn't get it out of his head until the craving or obsession was satisfied. That's why it had taken them so long to actually get to the town in the first place since Gavin had them pulling over at every bakery to take one bite of a roll, determine it wasn't what he was looking for, and throw it away. Flirting was second nature, an impulse of its own so he didn't even pay attention to the response he got.

Part of the problem was that nobody ever really corrected Gavin's misbehavior so he went on as oblivious as ever, delighted that the girl behind the counter was talking to him. And he was even more delighted to hear that she had cream cheese frosting which was immediately a step in the right direction. "Holy shit, you make them every night? That's nuts commitment, girl. Where I'm from, you're lucky if the food you get is refrigerated overnight," he grinned, picking up the subtle cues of interest from her. What? She was cute? The girl he'd interrupted was cute. Miles was cute. Everybody in this random town was cute, alright? "Just a roll with that frosting's fine. It'd be a sin to eat one without the other. Can ya heat it up for me, too?"

When he finished ordering, the girl next to him got his attention fairly easily. He was the kind of guy to always have an ear open for every side of the conversation. The man leaned against the counter lazily, his expression kind and, yes, energetic. "Naturally energetic, but I've had my mind just stuck on a cinnamon roll since yesterday? No luck, so far. I'm looking for the one," Gavin batted his lashes as he said that. He still had very little clue about this festival Miles had apparently been going on about. He was about to ask when the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen just came through the doors.

The guy holding the fox was pretty cute, too.

But holy shit, "Miles! Miles! Look, these weirdos have foxes!" He was grinning from head to toe, willing his friend to look over. He could see Miles' pained smile and nod from over in his inconspicuous loner corner. He turned on the guy who'd just up and delivered a fox to the girl next to him like that was something completely normal. And then, to top it all off, he just turned and started ordering food. For the first time in Gavin's life, he was lost for words........ for a few seconds. And then he was sidling up next to the stranger, back against the counter and head turned towards him, "Word around the street is that you're the guy to come to for strange and unusual pets. Got any aardwolves?" Those were naturally Gavin's favorite animals in the entire world.
A MIRACLE MILE, WHERE DOES IT LEAD TO?


MILES SCHROEDER.

LOCATION . . .
Bakery
MOOD . . .
Embarrassed
WITH . . .
Sola, Gavin, Finnie, Hugo
TAGS . . .
I WISH ON SHOOTING STARS . . .
OR WERE THEY SATELLITES?

MAYBE THEY WERE TOO FAR, HEY-OH-NA-NA . . .
Naturally, Miles was watching Gavin interact with the locals in mild horror. If he had thought he'd be coming to the town with a nice reputation, he was wrong the second he agreed that Gav could come with them. He wasn't really hungry, and the thought of eating something from another bakery made him a little sick to his stomach. But he kind of wished he'd asked Gavin to bring him a coke or something. Miles forced hismelf to look away and watch out the window at the festival colors and activities.

He was startled enough to hear Gavin yelling his name from across the small building. Again, he fought embarrassment for both himself and everybody involved. But, huh. Would you look at that? There really was somebody walking in with a fox and it was alive. That was important to note because Gavin would display the same amount of enthusiasm if somebody walked in with a stuffed toy he thought was equally as cute. But nope. It was a real fox. The owner of the fox made Miles' whole world shift off its axis, she was so gorgeous. In fact, that's what made it strange because she seemed to be approaching his table.

Well shit, she was now here! At his table. Speaking to him. "Bonjour," Miles greeted back, lamely. He knew some basic French from his year spent here, but never enough to actually hold a conversation or not make a fool of himself. But he felt he could manage, 'bonjour'. Luckily, Miles wouldn't say that he was an absolute trainwreck when it came to pretty girls. I mean, he would say stupid things sometimes, but it would never be as bad as some of the things he heard Gavin say to girls. In this case, he chuckled a bit, looking embarrassed, "Uh, I'm fairly certain I should be the one apologizing for my friend over there. Sorry he cut you off in line. He's been looking for a cinnamon roll," Miles repeated, unaware that this girl would already know that.

He smiled at the allusion to Tod, "I'd have gone with Copper. Same idea, but a twist in the name." He nodded when she introduced herself and in a small nonchalant wave, Miles dipped his head, "Hola, me llamo Miles Schroeder. Like Schroedinger's cat but less existential." He was used to being in company that jumped topics quickly, so he looked unphased when she started asking him all about where he'd been and where he'd visited. As if to satisfy her curiosity, Miles pulled a leather-bound writer's journal out of his bag and tapped it, "I'm here to write a book. So I've been hoping to find a way to stay a little longer than the festival. I've been getting my Masters at the University of Paris. Next thing I know, my mentor is pointing me in this direction, and here I am. This place is crazy so far. In a good way. I just hope I can figure out what to write... soon." He paused for a second before studying her face, "Haven't you ever been to these places?"
I MUST HAVE BLOWN APART A MILLION DANDELIONS

Gavin
Because in Gavin's world, everything happened in Gavin's speed, he didn't, in fact, catch on to the fact that he had horribly cut the girl off next to him. His mind was focused on cinnamon rolls. When the boy was focused on something, it's like he couldn't get it out of his head until the craving or obsession was satisfied. That's why it had taken them so long to actually get to the town in the first place since Gavin had them pulling over at every bakery to take one bite of a roll, determine it wasn't what he was looking for, and throw it away. Flirting was second nature, an impulse of its own so he didn't even pay attention to the response he got.

Part of the problem was that nobody ever really corrected Gavin's misbehavior so he went on as oblivious as ever, delighted that the girl behind the counter was talking to him. And he was even more delighted to hear that she had cream cheese frosting which was immediately a step in the right direction. "Holy shit, you make them every night? That's nuts commitment, girl. Where I'm from, you're lucky if the food you get is refrigerated overnight," he grinned, picking up the subtle cues of interest from her. What? She was cute? The girl he'd interrupted was cute. Miles was cute. Everybody in this random town was cute, alright? "Just a roll with that frosting's fine. It'd be a sin to eat one without the other. Can ya heat it up for me, too?"

When he finished ordering, the girl next to him got his attention fairly easily. He was the kind of guy to always have an ear open for every side of the conversation. The man leaned against the counter lazily, his expression kind and, yes, energetic. "Naturally energetic, but I've had my mind just stuck on a cinnamon roll since yesterday? No luck, so far. I'm looking for the one," Gavin batted his lashes as he said that. He still had very little clue about this festival Miles had apparently been going on about. He was about to ask when the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen just came through the doors.

The guy holding the fox was pretty cute, too.

But holy shit, "Miles! Miles! Look, these weirdos have foxes!" He was grinning from head to toe, willing his friend to look over. He could see Miles' pained smile and nod from over in his inconspicuous loner corner. He turned on the guy who'd just up and delivered a fox to the girl next to him like that was something completely normal. And then, to top it all off, he just turned and started ordering food. For the first time in Gavin's life, he was lost for words........ for a few seconds. And then he was sidling up next to the stranger, back against the counter and head turned towards him, "Word around the street is that you're the guy to come to for strange and unusual pets. Got any aardwolves?" Those were naturally Gavin's favorite animals in the entire world.
Miles
Naturally, Miles was watching Gavin interact with the locals in mild horror. If he had thought he'd be coming to the town with a nice reputation, he was wrong the second he agreed that Gav could come with them. He wasn't really hungry, and the thought of eating something from another bakery made him a little sick to his stomach. But he kind of wished he'd asked Gavin to bring him a coke or something. Miles forced hismelf to look away and watch out the window at the festival colors and activities.

He was startled enough to hear Gavin yelling his name from across the small building. Again, he fought embarrassment for both himself and everybody involved. But, huh. Would you look at that? There really was somebody walking in with a fox and it was alive. That was important to note because Gavin would display the same amount of enthusiasm if somebody walked in with a stuffed toy he thought was equally as cute. But nope. It was a real fox. The owner of the fox made Miles' whole world shift off its axis, she was so gorgeous. In fact, that's what made it strange because she seemed to be approaching his table.

Well shit, she was now here! At his table. Speaking to him. "Bonjour," Miles greeted back, lamely. He knew some basic French from his year spent here, but never enough to actually hold a conversation or not make a fool of himself. But he felt he could manage, 'bonjour'. Luckily, Miles wouldn't say that he was an absolute trainwreck when it came to pretty girls. I mean, he would say stupid things sometimes, but it would never be as bad as some of the things he heard Gavin say to girls. In this case, he chuckled a bit, looking embarrassed, "Uh, I'm fairly certain I should be the one apologizing for my friend over there. Sorry he cut you off in line. He's been looking for a cinnamon roll," Miles repeated, unaware that this girl would already know that.

He smiled at the allusion to Tod, "I'd have gone with Copper. Same idea, but a twist in the name." He nodded when she introduced herself and in a small nonchalant wave, Miles dipped his head, "Hola, me llamo Miles Schroeder. Like Schroedinger's cat but less existential." He was used to being in company that jumped topics quickly, so he looked unphased when she started asking him all about where he'd been and where he'd visited. As if to satisfy her curiosity, Miles pulled a leather-bound writer's journal out of his bag and tapped it, "I'm here to write a book. So I've been hoping to find a way to stay a little longer than the festival. I've been getting my Masters at the University of Paris. Next thing I know, my mentor is pointing me in this direction, and here I am. This place is crazy so far. In a good way. I just hope I can figure out what to write... soon." He paused for a second before studying her face, "Haven't you ever been to these places?"
 

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LEENA SINGH

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With the hustle and bustle of festival life leaving everyone on the streets in a rush to crowd the town center, Leena found herself struggling to navigate her way from the hotel. As someone whose career involved hours of flying and making use of public transport, the data scientist was a pitiful level of directionally challenged, unable to follow maps to save her life even in areas she had traversed several times prior. Now, with neither her coworkers to guide her nor any familiar landmarks to gravitate towards, she decided following the throngs of tourists and locals alike shuffling down one street in particular was her best bet.

Leena scanned the area ahead of her, standing on her tip toes to peek her head above the crowd as much as she could. There was a strip of local shops not too far ahead, but seeing as she was trying to lean on the frugal side due to how much she splurged on her accommodations, she opted against actually browsing the stores and instead chose to head towards the outdoor seating. The tourist didn't have any plans detailed as of yet, leaving her with an entire day of free time to explore her temporary home. One bench remained available in the area bustling with pedestrians, which Leena made a beeline for and dropped her bag on unceremoniously.

'At least the weather's nice,' she sighed to herself as she caught her breath, exhausted from battling her way through the sunny streets of Fleurscent. Despite her familiarity with France in general, Leena especially felt herself sticking out like a sore thumb against the generally pale community before her. She had spent the majority of her teenage years picking up the language, so she wasn't worried about not able to communicate effectively; it just wasn't that easy to not stick out as a tourist, especially during this time of year.

With a flick of her dark, silky hair over her shoulder, Leena took out her DSLR camera and snapped a few photos, attempting to capture the energy of the festival through her lens. "Perfect little town, aren't you?" she murmured to no one in particular. "Perfect lighting, perfect architecture, perfect people. Just fuck me, I guess."


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RosateNena

Twilight Princess
Delphine Rox
The baker
Still shocked by the intense bursts of energy from the handsome tourist, Finnie began to wrap up his order. Luckily, the cinnamon rolls are always one of the last treats to be finished, meaning that they were still warm and the customer didn't have to wait long. Before packing up the sweet, she drew a little smiley face with a message about having a wonderful day on the front of the paper bag. Just as she's about to send him off with a polite 'thank you' and 'have a great day', she spots Hugo waltzing in with a fox. Again. Her composure almost drops, but she tries her best to maintain the soft smile.

Once Finnie has finished the tourist's order, she directs her attention to Hugo. Her brows immediately furrow, and she crosses her arms with a huff. "Hugo," she hisses under her breath, "I thought we talked about this". She gestures towards Sola and her beloved Ren, an obvious pout on her face. Of course, she can't possibly stay upset for long, and begins to put together Hugo's order without a word. So what if there just so happened to be an extra doughnut in the bag? Who cares that she wrote that it's 'free of charge' on the receipt? She sure showed him by writing 'have a mediocre day ):<' instead of 'have a wonderful day (:'.

Wrapping up Hugo's order and ringing him up, the baker immediately feels a little bad about her petty behavior. "How's business going? Think you'll have some time to enjoy the festival a little more this year?"
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Mood: Petty, guilty | Mentions: @atomic @moonchild. | Interactions: Gavin, Hugo
Location: Bakery | Outfit: C L I C K
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crucially

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐒
emmeline soleil devereux
"il etait une fois. . ."
x
IMAGINATIVE
CREATIVE
ADVENTUROUS
x
"Miles! Miles! Look, these weirdos have foxes!"

Weirdos?

At the term "weirdos", Sola chewed the inside of her lips, not feeling insulted, but, worrisome at how Finnie would take the name-calling. The young journalist was used to being called "odd" or even "out there", but when it came to her friends, Sola was quite protective of them. Turning her attention away briefly from the tourist she was talking to, the voice of excitement, awe, and disbelief belonged to the same male who had cut in front of her in line. It was the second time the male had done or said something undeniably straight-forward.

However, Sola couldn't help but stare in amusement of the male's outburst, shaking her head as she giggled softly to herself. Was it odd to have a fox as an animal companion? Tilting her head, Sola looked over at the tourist she had been speaking to as she sent a questionable glance, silently asking him if his friend, she assumed, was always like that. Nevertheless, hearing the other energetic male's answer to her prior question towards him with his sweet tooth, "Naturally energetic, but I've had my mind just stuck on a cinnamon roll since yesterday? No luck, so far. I'm looking for the one.", Sola could only mildly laugh internally once more, feeling quite entertained.

But, feeling a stare at the corner of her eye, Sola noticed Finnie's disapproving glance and pout. Biting her lips, Sola couldn't help but feel embarrassed and guilty for Ren's mischievous behaviour. Her young fox only caused more trouble for both Finnie and Hugo fully knowing that animals in a bakery were unsanitary. Sola couldn't help but wonder if she should come back later or ask one of them to grab her items for her. Would they? She was just a stranger to all but Hugo and Finnie, but perhaps she can ease her question in towards her perhaps newfound companion: Miles. Sola didn't want to bring more harm than good especially on the first day of the festival!

As the commotion died down, Sola sighed softly before gently scooting back a chair as she sat down while Ren made a bed for himself comfortable in her backpack without a care in the world. At hearing 'bonjour' roll off Mile's lips, Sola's lips widened slightly as he continued to introduce and talk to her.

"Uh, I'm fairly certain I should be the one apologizing for my friend over there. Sorry, he cut you off in line. He's been looking for a cinnamon roll. I'd have gone with Copper. Same idea, but a twist in the name. Hola, me llamo Miles Schroeder. Like Schroedinger's cat but less existential."

When Miles apologised for his friend's behaviour, Sola waved it off, shaking her head. "Non, non. It's okay! Finnie makes the best cinnamon rolls and so you've come to the right place! Anyone would be happy to get through the doors before rush hour!" The brunette commented, praising her amie's business with pride and clear delight. However, when Miles introduced himself in another language, it took Sola a moment to figure out he wasn't speaking English or French but Spanish. Miles' imminent knowledge of another culture immediately impressed Sola, feeling as if Miles would respect varying cultures of many degrees. But, what caused Sola's excitement to skyrocket was the moment Miles knew her reference! Tod and Copper: the fox and the hound. With a wide smile, Sola couldn't help but let out a small squeal. "Oh! So you do know about Tod and Copper! Schroedinger's cat? Je suis desolee, I'm not quite sure. . . who they are?" She said, tilting her head to the side in slight confusion. Unfortunately, Sola didn't know about the reference, but couldn't help but feel intrigued especially when a cat was involved.

Without prompting, Sola couldn't help but wonder if she scared Miles off seeing that he was pulling something out of his bag, almost to her perspective, as if he was ready to move. Did she say something wrong? Or was she overthinking his actions? Soon, all her worries were cast aside when Miles placed a journal on the table in front of her, answering her previous questions of where he had travelled in France, how he got to Fleurscent, and why he arrived in town.

"I'm here to write a book. So I've been hoping to find a way to stay a little longer than the festival. I've been getting my Masters at the University of Paris. Next thing I know, my mentor is pointing me in this direction, and here I am. This place is crazy so far. In a good way. I just hope I can figure out what to write... soon. Haven't you ever been to these places?"

Taken aback slightly at Miles' honesty and question, Sola was at loss for words, nearly bumbling and stuttering over her words for a brief second. "A book? What kind?" She managed to let out, clearing her throat before a wave of familiarity hit her. The young journalist tried to keep her happiness under wraps, but couldn't help but want to know more about this. . . book and mentor. "Who was your mentor, Miles? And he pointed you here?" Sola reiterated, her brows furrowing together as she was lost in thought. She knew people came and went in Fleurscent but was the mentor in question someone who once was a local in town? Tilting her head to the side, Sola smiled slightly in reassurance, "You've come to the right place to write a book, monsieur! Oh, there's just something about our small provincial town that'll do you wonders! A breath of fresh air! Perhaps I can guide you around town and see if it'll jumpstart your muse?"

But, when Miles asked if she'd ever been to any of these places she mentioned, Sola couldn't help but feel her smile falter slightly, shaking her head. "Oh non, Miles. I could . . . non. Stepping foot out of here. . ? This is home and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else." Her voice dropped softly as the aura around her suddenly changed solemnly. "But. . . my papa. He used to write often, read me stories, and it brought me beyond my imagination." She continued gently, her eyes looking at her hands as she played with it. "He loved fairy tales." Sola finished.

Without a word, Sola shook her head, taking out her journal and placing it on the table. Slowly scooting her chair over towards Miles before leaning in, "Do you want to know a secret?" Sola inquired, a small glint of mischievousness appearing as she quickly changed the subject, getting rid of prior emotions. "But, I have to ask first, do you believe in magic?"

interactions: Miles [ @atomic ] | mentions: Hugo [ @moonchild. ] , Gavin [ @atomic ] , Finnie [ @RosateNena ]
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