CLOSED SIGNUPS Celosia Isle {IC}

wren. · Feb 15, 2022

TIME: 7:35 a.m. DATE: Monday, May 2nd, 2022

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"Welcome to Celosia, the most magical place on Earth!"

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wren. · Feb 18, 2022

i ii

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MELANIE

Hopefully she isn't making the worst decision of her life by sailing out across the sea to set up shop on a near deserted island for the sake of some pipe dream. It can't be any worse than that time she ate that bad shrimp, right? Anyway, as her grandpa had told her throughout her childhood, Celosia Isle had once been the ideal place to... well, do anything. Especially farm. The land was more fertile than you could dream of, the water so unpolluted you could see right through it, and it had more biodiversity than you could imagine. It's a barren wasteland now, though, according to both her grandfather and any of the most recent news she could find about it online.

It was a sudden event and seemingly inevitable. According to her grandfather, there had been no catastrophic event to herald the demise. One minute everything was paradise, then the clock stopped chiming, and then everything was desert. Of course, the event made the news; one of the world's best tourist spots had been lost. Still, no one could figure out what had gone wrong, and to this day, the cause of the switch has remained a mystery.

But a mystery begs for answers, and maybe people just haven't been looking in the right places. If the island had indeed been such a magical place in the past, then it must still have the potential to flourish once more with enough TLC. Maybe it's naive of her to think that she, an outsider, can find some solution that not even the remaining inhabitants of the island have discovered, but she can't rest until she at least tries. It must have been a harrowing loss to everyone who had once lived there; it certainly had been for her grandfather. If there's enough restoration quick enough, maybe she can even give her grandfather at least one last glance of his home before he passes.

"There she is!"

Turning her attention from the dark waves gently rocking the boat along, she follows the white-haired captain's extended index finger to the blurry sight of land on the horizon. Grinning, she pushes off from her spot slouched against the ship railing and joins the captain, an older man named Elijah, where he's steering the ship toward their destination. The other sailor, a younger man named Isidore that had been previously navigating the ship, has gone off somewhere, face pale with nausea. Apparently, he has a bit of an issue with seasickness. She'd asked him what had made him become a sailor, then, and he'd expressed a love for the sea that had stirred her to admiration.

Isidore and Elijah are very kind people, and Isidore has been an especially excellent conversational partner on this trip. As the only passenger, she'd initially been worried about boredom and loneliness, but the two of them became fast friends. He's told her all kinds of stories about the island, most of them centered around his friends. It's evident that he has a passion for people and a deep sense of empathy that she can relate to, and she can only hope to become as close with these seemingly wonderful individuals as he is.

"How much longer now, Captain?"

"Only a few more hours now, I'd say. We should get you to your meeting with the mayor right on time!" he grins, "I'm sure a lot of people are eager to meet you already, so best not to keep them waiting, eh?"

"You think so? They might wind up disappointed." She's not anything special, and she brought little more than her body and name with her. Of course, she'd reached out to the mayor of the town months before to discuss establishing herself on the island as a new farmer, and the woman had assured her that her grandfather's old barn was still in reasonably good shape along with his old tools. It's a start, at least.

"Any news is big news on Celosia," Elijah laughs, the sound more boisterous than the wind and waves around them, "We haven't had a visitor in years; let alone any new residents. Now, I'd hang on if I were you. Things are about to start getting bumpy."

"Bumpy?" Just as the word leaves her mouth, they hit a huge wave, creating a jarring lurch that has her stumbling into Elijah, who laughs once more at her unsteadiness. He'd barely even budged, clearly a seasoned veteran of the ocean's fits.

"Ever since the island started dying, the water around it has changed. The wind is harsher, and so the water has gotten choppier. Don't worry, though; I've done this a million times. Just buckle down and weather it out."

Another lurch sends her toppling over onto her ass. "Yes, Sir!"

The first thing she sees upon docking is trash. Well, a beach and a fishery, actually, but then trash. It's strewn across the sand and in the water bumping against the shore —cans, bottles, plastic wrappers. Is this from the inhabitants or waste from other places winding up here?

"Not the most impressive, is it?" Elijah asks from his spot in the pier, a hand extended out to her to help her down the stairs and onto the wood. She takes it, mostly because she still feels unsteady from their rough voyage.

"I wouldn't say that," she laughs, face warming. Beyond the shore is a green treeline, and beyond that, mountains in the distance. That, at least, is worth marveling at. In Canada, her family farm is located on grasslands, fields upon fields as far as the eye can see. It's nice to see some different topography. Besides, trash can be cleaned up easily enough.

"You don't have to lie," Elijah chuckles, voice low in her ear where she's stepped up beside him. He releases her hand and gestures down the pier to where a lady clad in black is standing with a gentle smile. "There's our dear Merriam. She'll be helping you get settled. Isi and I will no doubt be seeing you real soon in town."

"Thank you both so much for everything," she beams, resisting the urge to hug them both as Elijah tips his hat with a wink. After so many days spent in their company, they already feel like her friends, and they don't seem like the type who mind physical contact, but she still doesn't want to jump the gun. It wouldn't be the first time she's been too affectionate. So, instead, she collects the few bags she'd brought along with her that they'd tossed overboard moments ago and scurries down the pier to meet Merriam.

"Good morning, Ma'am! Sorry if I kept you waiting."

「 @MaryGold | @PavellumPendulum 」
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MELANIE

Elijah Ellwood ♥♥♥

Isidore Badru ♥♥♥

Merriam Winslow ♥♥

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wren. · Feb 25, 2022

i ii

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LENNOX

"Jeez, Len, you almost gave me a heart attack!" His dad is standing there in the doorway into the forge part of Schaefer's Smithery where Lennox has been for about half an hour now, clutching the fabric of his soot-stained grey t-shirt beneath his brown apron. "I thought someone had broken in or something when I saw the door was unlocked."

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep," he grunts from behind his work desk, setting aside the emerald he'd been inspecting. It's a few carats heavy and bright emerald green. The inclusions have missed the center, making it worth a pretty penny. They received the gem months ago with several others that they'd received through the gem trade back when their finances had managed to rise above breaking even, but he hasn't had the chance to get through all of them. If he messes up a single ring, that will cost them thousands to tens of thousands of dollars. It's not like the people here can afford to buy anything but tools from them, so most of their profit comes from overseas, and Canada isn't going to take a botched accessory. If they could get their gems from the mines like they used to... well, there's no point dwelling on the past. "I thought I'd at least make myself useful."

His dad sighs, letting the door close heavily behind him as he steps further into the room lit only by the roaring fires in the corner. Typically, his dad doesn't spend much time back here, instead positioning himself at the much brighter front of their store where the customers browse their wares. So, Lennox is skeptical of his approach, and when his dad swipes the emerald he'd just been holding off the desk, it's clear he was right to be.

"Take the day off."

"Dad —"

"Don't argue with me," his father commands, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. "Your dark circles have dark circles. It's not safe for you to work around the equipment when you're like this. Quinn and I can take care of things while you're away."

His father is obstinate, so there's no point in trying to argue his point. Anyway, he's probably right; his head does feel a bit muddled. "Fine, but I'm not sure what good it'll do," he huffs, wiping the sweat that's already begun to accumulate on his brow from the sweltering heat.

His dad softens with his submission, ruffling his hair despite his protests. "Try to get some sleep. If you can't do that, at least do something fun. You act like you don't have any friends to spend time with. Surely one of them has the day off."

Maybe. It's hard to keep track when he limits contact with them as much as possible. Not because he doesn't like them, but because spending time with them is... difficult. When he's with people, he has to pretend he doesn't feel like utter shit so that hanging out with him isn't a chore. It's not like he likes isolating himself, but if his friends will resent him either way, he doesn't want their pity on top of it.

"I'll find something."

Something, of course, means the bar. He's not even sure if he intends to drink; it's just the only public place he spends his time at nowadays. As soon as he's out into the chilly morning air, squinting at the strengthening sunlight, that's the direction his legs begin to take him. He walks along the overgrown dirt paths, crossing his bare forearms over his chest because it looks less awkward than walking with his hands in his pockets. The shop is located just to the east of the town center at a higher elevation, so it's still a bit of a walk down to the bar, although nothing too cumbersome.

The trip involves passing by the beach, which is a bit problematic for a couple of reasons. One of which is standing on the harbor, helping a woman unload her bags from their island's leading ship. Despite the distance between them, Isidore is easy to spot with his white hair contrasting with his dark complexion. He always tends to be much more fashionable than his other sailor counterparts, too. Beside him is Elijah, whose hair is pale due to age rather than genetics. The woman they are assisting isn't one he recognizes, so she's likely the new farmer that he's been hearing rumors of.

Thankfully, they all seem pretty busy going about their own business, so he can just slip on by —

Shit, Isidore saw him. He fakes a smile and gives a half-hearted wave in the man's direction before quickening his pace to leave the scene in the dust kicked up by his heels.

The bar is only just opening when he arrives, and it occurs to him that he probably looks like a helpless alcoholic being the first to arrive like this. Oh God, is he? Shaking his head, he pushes the door open and makes a beeline to the counter, hopping up onto one of the stools. "Morning, Oz," he greets with a lopsided grin, "Guess who got an unrequested day off today?"

「 @MaryGold | @Misguided†Ghost 」

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LENNOX


Alanis King	♥♥♥♥
Belvedere Halloran	♥♥♥♥
Ozmodeous Green	♥♥♥
Quinzel Bowman	♥♥
Isidore Badru	♥♥♥♥
Theodora Tracey	♥♥
Dorothea Sparrow	♥♥♥
Li Ming Wen	♥♥
Leander van de Laar	♥♥♥
Jiang Zhao	♥♥♥♥
Emrys Jernigan	♥♥

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Kuno · Feb 26, 2022

MAVEN

Lu Farms - 5:20 a.m.

If the rancor of animals and fertilizer could be made something sweeter, surely then not a body or soul alive could ever dream of leaving the farm life on Celosia Isle.

Fresh crops and bales of hay – a woman could get drunk off its scent. It had rained the night before, lessening some of Maven's workload, and the farmer could smell its crispness lingering in the air, beads of water hanging on the rows of tomatoes and barley she passed as she moved on to the chicken coop.

She always started with the chickens. They followed the feed out into the yard, and Maven did her check for eggs while they ate, brushing any dirt and debris in the hen house out into the back with a push broom. Typically this took her anywhere from a half hour to an hour, and today it fell towards the latter. A good bounty of eggs today; she'd found a farmer's dozen. By sunrise, she was letting the swell of barn animals out to pasture. She cleaned out the litter from the barn too – a few dead mice, too. Not even the best farmer could avoid the pesky creatures, but they had found some solutions for it. Her's had tails and pointed ears and ran amok untethered on the farm grounds. When she was finished with that, Maven grabbed a stool from underneath the saddles and tacks slung on the wall and slipped a pail over her arm, sighing as she went towards the cows out feeding.

Some called it monotony. Maven called it paradise. Her daily routines became her; she enjoyed slow, steady consistency, that sweet lull of wholesome work that her classmates had turned their nose up against. Folks liked to call her a constant body of work, and it was true. Not a moment passed by in the day that Maven was hardly working, and this was what she accredited the sole success of her farms too. Not blind luck, or even, hell, magic. But hard work and dedication. Those who had left had said the land was dying.

Well, her farm had a funny way of showing it.

"Hey-o, mornin'!"

Pete Wesley found her an hour later hunched over a row of tilled soil. She didn't hear him at first; a weed had decided to lay root right where she'd seeded her cabbage crops, and she spent a moment dismembering it before Pete repeated himself. Maven glanced up, eyes widening.

"Oh. Hey there-" She stood, rubbing her hands off on her pants. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, eh, not much. Don't want to bother you none if you're busy."

"'S no bother at all."

Her neighbor smiled. He was a nice man. Older, but certainly not wiser; though he and his sister weren't new to farming, they were certainly new to raising animals. They'd run into trouble on occasion, and Maven had had to go more than once over to their farmstead to lend a hand. Not that she minded.

Some folks liked to say that he had a liking for her. Maven liked to say that they needed a good clout to the jaw.

"Dot got out again last night," He explained as she drew near to him, and her brow canted. "Me and Gina were jus' saying that maybe we should get a pen like yours?"

Maven eyed him. "You got money for the pen I use?"

The dart of his eyes told him everything that she needed to know. With a grunt, she peeled the apron from off her boiler suit, draping it across her arm like a sheet.

"I'll head into town. See if I can't pick up a part or two and jerryrig something for ya-"

Pete's brows shot up. "Oh no, Ms. Lu, I couldn't," He protested. "I ain't askin' you to pay."

"It's alright. I needed to go into town and buy a few things anyways."

No she didn't. But like most farmers, Pete had his pride, and she didn't want to chafe at it anymore than she had. She waved away his sayings of gratitude as he followed her out to the front yard, where his rusty pick-up truck idled alongside her own truck. Hardly any drove out in the farmlands; he must've been in a hurry.

"Oh! Heard there's a new farmer moving in today,"h Pete called from behind her. Maven turned to look at him, her expression unreadable.

She had heard. Of course she had heard; gossip on Celosia Isle had nowhere to go but around and around in circles. She would have had to be stone cold stupid not to have heard.

If Pete was expecting some sort of reaction from her, he was sorely disappointed. The car door to her truck closed, and she gave a quick honk in goodbye as she backed out into the dirt road, driving off with a confused looking neighbor in her rear mirror.

「 N/A 」

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MaryGold · Mar 9, 2022

i ii

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ISIDORE

Melanie was nice.

There was never a single moment that she rolled her eyes or looked away when he spoke to her. Her eyes met his when he talked, she never held back a single smile and listened to every word he said. And Isidore spoke a lot, recounting tale after tale, big and small, excitable and dull, all centering around his friends on Celosia and the adventures they had. Every answer was a long and detailed one when she may have only asked a simple question.

Her engagement and kindness may have seemed expectant to the general populous as the polite and mannerable thing to do. To Isidore it was mostly unfamiliar, a friendliness he experienced with few people, and therefore it lifted his heart even when his motion sickness began to make his stomach churn and twist and his mouth full with salty saliva. Even then she didn't turn up her nose or walk away.

After spending so much time on a boat together, he concluded that she was a good person and an even better friend. No, she was more than nice, she was charming and spectacular, and with those traits, she was sure to bring some much-needed light to their island. That was something he chose to believe in thoroughly. After all, not many people came to the island with big hopes and dreams and a good attitude. Not in a long time.

"...Things are about to start getting bumpy."

Isidore understood those words well enough to tighten his grip on the rail without question. Had he had any medicine for his seasickness he would have been grinning, enjoying the cool, salty sea breeze and the warm summer air. Instead, he was holding on to the metal rail and doing everything in his power not to vomit.

He hadn't even noticed when they arrived on the island.

The dock was steady whereas the boat was not. Isidore sharply inhaled the beach air and grinned as his barings came back to him almost all at once. He was home, at last. He could have laughed out of joy. He was likely the only man who ever found some sort of solace at being back in Celosia despite how dull and lifeless it was or what awful familial situation awaited him. As many horrible things, there were, there were also good things. Those were the things he thought of only. Those were the things that mattered.

Finally well again, Isidore wasted no time in unloading Melanie's baggage from the ship. Elijah talked more than Isidore did and carried on the conversation with the young lady. He only listened here and there and wished there was something positive he could add to Elijah's otherwise negative comment of the place. Negative, but true. He wished to refute it but stayed silent.

Just as he finished setting her last bag, thankfully her luggage was light (or he had simply grown stronger, he stood up tall again, leaning back to stretch his back and in doing so caught the eye of Lennox. "L-" He began to call out to him, his face breaking into a grin but the man was too swift, offering a wave and nothing more before all but dashing away. Isidore blinked and watched his figure disappear from sight. If he wasn't working at this time, he knew one thing he was certain to be doing.

He waited until he and Elijah embraced and waved Melanie off to break away. "I'm going to get breakfast," he said to his captain, saluting him playfully. "You should do the same. Don't go drinking, okay? At least not before you've had water. Freshwater."

Isidore was already backing away, taking each step backward with his eyes trained on the old man. "And get some rest too, you need it, cap." That said, he waved to the man and turned on his heels, heading straight to the inn. It had a bar and restaurant inside both. He had every intention of getting breakfast too.

"Good morning," Isidore greeted the inhabitants, which so far only seemed to be Oz and Lenny. Why did the man even have the bar open so early? Weren't bars supposed to be a night service? Nonetheless, he saddled up on the seat next to Lennox with grace. "Are you avoiding me?" He questioned the man without agitation or sorrow, but with genuine curiosity and even playfulness.

Isidore propped his head up against his hand and trained his eyes on Lennox. He did not wait for an answer before turning to Oz when he was near. "Can I have a virgin mimosa?" He didn't like to drink, least of all in the morning. Once he got his order out of the way he faced Lennox again, turning his whole body to him with newfound excitement. "I have something for you."

He bit into his bottom lip and fished into his pocket. His fist was closed as he pulled it. When he opened his hand, what lay in the center of it was a single pink pearl. "It was in an oyster I found on the beach in Canada. I've never gone pearl hunting before, but I found this one my first try." The pride was clear in his eyes as he reached over to take Lenny's hand and place the single pearl in it. "Don't tell the others about this. I don't want them to get jealous, I thought you'd appreciate it the most."

During every trip, Isidore tried to bring back something for every one of his friends. Whether it be a bead necklace for Mariana he found some old lady selling at the market or a fanny pack he thought useful for Bell, he brought it back. That unfortunately was not always a possibility and his expenses ran dry quickly. But there were always little gems, worthless and valuable, he found and brought back for Lenny. A habit from his childhood he had yet to break. Then again, back then those gems were only rocks he thought looked cool.

"This will be our little secret."

「 @Jenamos @Ghostie 」

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ISIDORE


Mariana	♥♥♥♥
Lennox	♥♥♥♥
Melanie	♥♥♥
Alanis	♥♥♥
Elijah	♥♥♥
Emrys	♥♥♥
Jiang	♥♥♥♥
Merriam	♥♥♥
Corlin	♥♥
Dorothea	♥♥♥♥
Leander	♥♥♥
Tumelun	♥♥♥
Li Ming	♥♥♥
Ozmodeus	♥♥
Bel	♥♥♥♥

Code by Jenamos

Dusk · Mar 19, 2022

MARIANA

Birdsong accompanied the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall to give Mariana a natural soundtrack as she had made breakfast that morning. She tucked the last of the plates into the dishwasher before drying her hands on the floral hand towel and looking over her cousins. Between bites of food, Zachary was engaged in his phone. Emile was intently focused on the half-eaten pancakes and fruit on his plate. He looked more like he was trying to solve a complex equation rather than eat breakfast. Lina bounced enthusiastically in her chair, an empty plate in front of her. Likely already having wandered far off in her thoughts. Mariana shot a glance at the clock. Breakfast got a bit late.

"Heading out now – Aunty Elena will be back in a minute or two," so don't cause too much trouble. They were good kids but could get a bit rambunctious. This got their attention. Zachary and Lina's at least.

"We want to go!" Lina chimed.

"I still don't see why we can't," Zachary added. "What if she's cute? I want to make a good impression. And it's not like missing one school day will hurt." Mariana walked over to the table, rustling Lina's hair much to the little girl's delight, but her attention was on Zach.

"Even if she is cute, she is much too old for you."

He frowned, looked ready to say something, then appeared to think better of it. With a small huff, he returned to his phone. The bright colours on the screen were barely visible from her spot. He had it rough. There weren't many other children on Celosia and there were even fewer teens.

"Alright, be good," she reminded them on her way out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah," Zach echoed behind her.

It took her only a matter of seconds to pull on her boots and sling her large brown bag from its hook and over her shoulder. The heft of it weighed her down a little with its usual contents along with a single jar of honey with a red ribbon tied around it. A welcoming gift for the newest of Celosia's residents.

She darted out the door without looking back, allowing the old wood to bounce back against the frame with a disgruntled groan. Mariana was grateful her aunt agreed to check on the new hive that morning. The girl wasn't sure she would've been able to prevent herself from bursting if she had to take even longer to get out of the house. Last night she had been so caught up in thoughts of the next day that she hadn't gotten to sleep until long after normal. The sooner she got to meet Melanie, the happier she would be.

It was rare for anyone new to moved to Celosia, and as a result, it was always big news. Everyone had their own reactions, but Mariana was always delighted. It presented the uncommon opportunity to make a new friend. Not only that, but this new arrival was a farmer. Maybe she could help restore Celosia to its shining glory? And Isi was coming home, too! She missed him and wanted to hear about his adventure.

The young woman ran toward the dock, heavy shoes kicking up dirt and braid bouncing off her back. Mariana had travelled the path more times than she could count and was able to traverse it quickly without fear of stumbling despite the various potholes, rocks, and roots along the way. Her sprint slowed to a bouncy step when she spotted someone else along the road. The bright pink hair was an undeniable indicator of identity even before Mariana could pick out any other details.

"Hey Teddy!" She called out, waving an arm back and forth above her head.

「 @MaryGold 」

Code by Jenamos

Ghostie · Apr 25, 2022

OZMODEOUS

Green House - 6:30AM

"My boy, you're gonna run yourself ragged opening that bar so early." Ozmodeous' mother Clara spoke, sighing at him as she made breakfast, occasionally stopping only to take sips from her cup of coffee. Oz could only chuckle a bit as an attempt to calm his mother's worries.

"It was an early house Grandpa Dan was here, so an early house it will stay." Oz shrugs, taking a drink of his coffee. When his grandfather passed, Oz made it his goal in life to carry on the legacy his Papa Dan had created. Things just wouldn't have that same oomf if he changed even the littlest things like the time they opened or the tasty snacks they had.

"Your days are just—"

"So long, my son, and I do wish we could all spend more day time together." Oz was speaking in unison with his mother now, the two of them laughing. "I know, Mom. And I do too, but it would just be too different. And while the girls are at school, you could always come down to the bar. Make some new friends."

And at that suggestion, Clara scrunched up her nose and shook her head. She was now more than ready to shoo her eldest child off to work, pushing the burly man towards the door as he laughed heartily. "Getting rid of me so soon now eh?"

"It happens when you mention my reclusive nature." She grunts and groans as she pushes/walks Oz to and out the door. "It wasn't that bad of an idea." Oz smiles, giving his mom a hug. "It wasn't. Maybe I will come up and say hi. Maybe!" She shrugs and with that, he's off to open the bar.

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Oz wipes down the bar and tables as soon as he gets in, and not soon after that he hears the bell above the door chime and couldn't help but smile at the sight of his good friend Lenny. Of course, he would be the first one in. And that wasn't meant to be rude in any way; Lennox was just usually one of the only people to take advantage of the bar being open so early in the mornings. Well, he and Captain Ellwood sometimes.

"Morning Lenny!" Oz beams, chuckling at Lennox's mention of his day off. "Of course, it's you, buddy! And you deserve it, you work hard! Can I get ya anything to drink? Doesn't have to be alcoholic." He laughs a bit and gave a small wave as Isidore made his way into the bar. "Morning, of course you can." Oz nods, pouring a glass of sparkling water and orange juice into a glass for Isidore.

「 @MaryGold | @Jenamos 」

Code by Jenamos

MaryGold · May 25, 2022

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THEODORA

The smell of freshly baked pastries and bread filled the kitchen air. As a result, on her empty stomach, Teddy's mouth began watering with each inhale. She had gotten up early with the specific purpose of finishing her bakingthat had started the night before. Though Hestia's Hearth did not receive nearly as much foot traffic as the large kitchens she worked in befor ethe island, it was still frequented by the residents of the island and she never slacked with her work.

Teddy prided herself on feeding people, and she prided herself most on feeding the people of the island. After spending so many years with them now they were a second family. Which was why she was more meticulous in preparing a hot and tasty breakfast for not only the two sailors returning but the newcomer. That always meant a little extra care was put into the cooking -- or baking in this case.

She had prepared just enough and then some, but never too much. She hated the idea of wasting food and that was a possibility with making large quantities. But she was fairly confident in the number she had produced. And so the smile that stuck on her face as she arranged berries on her cheese pastries. The finishing touches were done.

That smile only dimmed when she pulled out the jar of honey from her cabinet. It was more than a quarter of the way gone. "Damnit," she cursed to herself and checked the whiteboard on her kitchen wall listing the ingredient. She had forgotten to restock it.

Surely, Mariana had to be up. Teddy sighed. She would visit her after stopping by on Isidore and the captain with a nice and hot breakfast. Perhaps she could even get extra out of them if she bribed them with free food.

Teddy tool the remaining honey and began packing her basket to take. As she threw off her apron, washed her hands, and exited the kitchen, her bright blues caught the sight of familiar platinum hair. "Isi, you're back!" She cheered, quicking her pace to meet the man. She decided it was best not to make a comment on Lennox's early drinking.

Isidore's smile was as warm and bright as ever as he faced her. "Teddy! I'm back!" He reiterated unnoticedly as she squeezed his shoulder affectionately.

"I would love to hear about your adventures but I have to bring your captain and new farmer food. Here, I prepped you something to eat. This one is on the house for today." She said as she reached into her straw basket and procured food she prepared along with a thermo. "It's tea, your favorite. I think it'll make you feel better if you've experienced any seasickness. Share with Lennox." She pointedly looked at the other younger male and rushed out the door, waving off his thanks.

She was a woman on a mission, and she was determined not to miss the new farmer first and foremost. But it was not a long walk until she heard her voice called, further down the road. She recognized it instantly, stopping in her steps to look back at the pretty beekeeper. "Just the person I was hoping to run into," Teddy said as she walked over to the woman. "Good morning, and what are you doing out here?" A question she had a general idea what the answer was, but she was more than happy to hear her answer in full.

「 @Jenamos @Dusk 」

♥

THEODORA


Alanis	♥♥♥
Bel	♥♥
Corlin	♥♥♥
Dorothea	♥♥♥♥
Emrys	♥♥
Jiang	♥♥♥
Leander	♥♥♥♥
Lennox	♥♥
Mariana	♥♥♥♥
Maven	♥♥♥
Quinzel	♥♥
Tumelun	♥♥

Code by Jenamos

wren. · May 31, 2022

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LENNOX

"Deserve it, maybe, but that doesn't mean I want it," he sighs. "I'll take some scotch." Don't worry, he at least has the mind to feel somewhat ashamed as he accepts the glass from Oz. Not enough to not drink, though. "I mean, I know it's probably abnormal of me to want to work all the time, and it's not really correct to say I want to, but what else is there to do on this damn island?" Oz probably isn't interested in hearing him vent first thing in the morning, but he's seen and heard much worse. From both other patrons and Lennox himself.

Isidore's voice popping up behind him makes him sink slightly in his seat as if he might somehow sink out of his sight even though Isidore never visits the bar on his own, meaning he saw Lennox heading this way and is definitely here for him. He rubs at his forehead as Isi sits down, shooting the man an almost apologetic smile. Given his behavior, a stranger might assume that he dislikes Isidore, but the man is actually one of his closest friends since childhood. He's always enjoyed his company; the problem is that his friends aren't a fan of his drinking, and he'd rather avoid their scrutiny, which Isidore tends to give out charitably. It's unclear when they'll realize that they're all just wasting energy with their lectures. It's not like being a functional alcoholic had been his childhood dream, but he's made no effort to improve himself, either. What's the point? All he does is work nowadays.

He'd dreamed of getting off the island and moving to the city when he was younger. All there is in Celosia is desert and the same handful of faces every day, with the occasional lackluster festival thrown to try and keep spirits from plummeting entirely. Then the accident happened, and he'd had to face reality. Their family business is already barely breaking even, and between his father's aging and his grief, he's doubtful he'll be able to run the place for long without him. Maybe when his father passes, he'll sell the business and move on, but that feels disrespectful. What would he even do if he left? He has no passions and no skill set beyond his work at the shop.

In truth, he envies Isidore. The man gets to do something he loves while having the opportunity to travel the world, seeing sights and experiencing things that Lennox only gets in magazines and newspapers. Still, he can't help but smile at his friend's glee as he fishes into his pocket, pulling out a lovely pink pearl. "Oh wow," he gasps, holding the gem up to his eye to better inspect it. It's beautiful, not perfectly round (as most pearls aren't), but close enough. It's a light blush color, with a golden overtone, and approximately 11mm from what he can tell. It's clear of blemishes; it just needs a bit of polishing. "Do you even know how lucky you got?" he says, laughing in disbelief. "Pink pearls are scarce, and this is one is in excellent condition. Just this little thing alone on a chain would fetch a very pretty penny."

He tucks it into his pocket, smiling sheepishly. "Not that I'm going to sell it, of course. Maybe you should have kept it, though; there's a myth about rose-colored gems protecting people from sharks. They're also associated —"

Theodora's squealing cuts him off, and he drowns the rest of his blabbering with a toss of scotch. Teddy largely ignores him, although he catches her playful jab at him regarding the tea. He rolls his eyes with no actual malice. "I keep forgetting there's a newcomer," he hums, "Wonder how long it takes before they leave." Farming isn't an easy job, and Celosia's soil is unforgiving.

"Anyway, how were your travels?" More than the gifts that Isidore brings back, his tales are particular treasures in how they allow him to live vicariously through him.

「 @Misguided†Ghost | @MaryGold 」

♥

LENNOX


Alanis King	♥♥♥♥
Belvedere Halloran	♥♥♥♥
Ozmodeous Green	♥♥♥
Quinzel Bowman	♥♥
Isidore Badru	♥♥♥♥
Theodora Tracey	♥♥
Dorothea Sparrow	♥♥♥
Li Ming Wen	♥♥
Leander van de Laar	♥♥♥
Jiang Zhao	♥♥♥♥
Emrys Jernigan	♥♥

code by wren.

BlueVanishingDrive · Jun 4, 2022

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DORA

Today was not a good day to fall down the stairs. While her whole left side was throbbing painfully and the bump on her forehead quickly swelling, all Dora could think of was how much work she had to do and how she didn't want to burden her brother or nana. Old nana was currently sleeping and Dora was relunctant to wake her up, whereas Corlin was having a hard time adjusting to his move back to the island and mostly kept to himself in his room. 'I don't want to trouble either of them' Dora thought while trying to blink away the tears brimming in her blue eyes. She stared down at the shattered dishes which she had dropped while tumbling down the stairs. A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it and took a deep, shaky breath. "Get it together" the young innkeeper told herself and slowly got up, supporting herself against the railing and putting most of her weight on her right leg since pain shot up her left when she tried to lean on it.

For a moment, Dora contemplated just trying to work through the pain, but she knew her nana wouldn't like that one bit. "Corey!" she called with a strained voice, her gaze still fixed on the scattered pieces of bone china that had been beautiful plates a minute ago. There was no immediate answer, but just as she took a deep breath to call his name louder, she got a reply. "Yeah?" came a familiar voice from upstairs. "I need to go..to the store. It's an emergency. But I broke some plates. Can you please clean this up and maybe hang around downstairs for a bit?" Dora pleaded. Her plea was met with silence. "....Please!" she added, her own shout making her head hurt. "...Fine"

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Dora felt uneasy about leaving Corey to look after the Inn without her or nana, but she couldn't man the counter looking like she had just been in an accident (which, in all fairness, she had). Using an umbrella for support, the young woman slowly limped towards the island's hospital, hoping Leander was currently there. This was not the first time she had gotten herself injured, but she was nonetheless embarrassed by her own clumsiness whenever she had to get treatment. The thought of limping into Leander's office made the fair tone on Dora's face turn pink, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. Her resolve to get his help weakened further when she now had the hospital within sight. As someone who struggled to ask for help with pretty much anything, Dora was feeling a familiar, growing dread and she stopped outside the entrance, staring at the door with a tense, slightly pained expression. It wasn't too late to turn around. "........"

「 @Dusk 」
♥

DORA

Corlin ♥♥♥♥

Ozmodeous ♥♥♥♥?

Emrys ♥♥

Li ♥♥♥

TBC [will add more later] ♥

Code by Jenamos

Nemopedia · Jun 6, 2022

Emrys

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Elijah -

Ozmodeous -

Quinzel -

Odessa -

Hiroki - (

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Rose -

Isidore -

Theodora -

Paola -

Dorothea -

Leander - (

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Jiang -

Mariana -

Merriam -

Ezeran - (

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There was something toiling in the air, a spark of unfamiliar energies that waved and breezed, foreign and strange. Eyes that stared, eyes that expected, eyes that didn't understand, or maybe tried to understand. Emrys always had trouble discerning between the two expressions, but he recognised it all the same. A pressing feeling against his chest, his throat swelled and Emrys wanted to scream, but no voice escaped him.

"Emrys," the voice of his foster parent woke the male, his eyes bleary and his head aching from the book he had used as a pillow. "Emrys?" her voice sounded so fragile as Emrys scrambled himself out of the windowside, pillows and blankets tangling up with limbs too long and too clumsy.

"Aunty," he was quick to call, leaping over to her bedside, careful not to spill over the glass of water on the nightstand. When his hand clasped around her hand the male realised that it was just a fever dream, the frown on her face instantly clearing up as she let go of another deep sigh. She always had them when Emrys slept in the windowsill, when his own anxieties couldn't let up.

Not too soon after her eyes opened, weary and dark, but happy to see Emrys nonetheless as she brushed a stray hair out of his face. "You shouldn't read those horrors anymore," she told him, as per a greeting and Emrys cracks a smile at that, glad that she isn't as bad as he had feared. "Have you eaten yet?" is her first question of the day, as always, and Emrys cracks a laugh.

"I will buy bread rolls at the inn," he tells her, knowing she likes those, "and some eggs from Maven and pick up honey from Mariana," he lists down the few spots that the island is rich of, but that he knows are well loved in this household, the squeeze in his hand telling him all he needs to know. "Lavender honey, right?" and she nods at that, sitting up before Emrys gently urges his foster mother to lie back down.

"Sleep some more, I will be back soon, after picking up the new mail," he promises, and bids aunty to sleep once more, the sleep this time more peaceful as Emrys packs away the poetry he was reading, and clears the windowsill in which he had been sleeping before, readying himself for the day.

The prickly scent of the beach tickles his senses when he goes down the swirling path, avoiding the town square and the common path; avoiding human interaction. From his watch Emrys can tell that the ship has already arrived, with Isidore probably already at the bar enjoying breakfast with a few others, maybe even new people, if the spark of unfamiliarity was anything to go by. There was always a strange sort of energy on the island when new people came, and Emrys hoped they would leave soon. Not because the spark was bad, but because he didn't trust himself with newcomers.

Luck wasn't at his side, however, as a voice carried by the wind called for him with an 'excuse me!'. A blondine, too much city to really fit the robustness of the island, walked up to him, straying off the path with little tips and hops, only to realise that heels aren't made for soft soil.

She asks him something, lips coloured a bright red, and skin made up flawlessly. It is all Emrys really can focus on as his mouth goes dry and the voice gets drowned out by the wind of the beach, or maybe it is himself? In any case, Emrys doesn't know what she is asking, if she is even asking, and even less on how to answer, his hand lifting up to point into the direction of the town square for that is the most logical answer. People often asked where the town square was, or at least, Emrys imagined that to be the most common answer. Yet, the stranger frowned, her lips pursing as she repeats her words again and Emrys makes up something about the farms, but his hand remains to point in the same direction, barely able to breathe before he sharply turns and scrambles off, into the direction of the beach where he knows the ship is moored.

Three knocks later, maybe a bit too rapt and too loud, his heart is still racing after all and his breath is all ragged, Emrys finally reaches the space on the beach where he knows all shipments go to. In the depths of his heart he hopes no one is there. In the back of his mind he hopes it is someone familiar and trusted, Elijah, or Isidore, either, but not both, for Emrys feels like he can't handle more.

peach · Jun 7, 2022

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Alanis

Alanis stood on the porch of her shop, broom in hand as she swept dirt off of the front steps. She'd woken up a bit late this morning and usually she had her opening chores finished by now, but luckily she wasn't running too far behind to cause any issues. She'd stayed up late last night watching movies after grabbing a few drinks at the bar with Belvedere and evidently hadn't felt like waking up with her alarm.

Movement caught her eye, her focus closing in on Lenny making his way over to Oz's. She cocked a brow, stifling a bit of an aggravated chuckle before turning away to distract herself from any sad thought that was going to try and wedge itself into her brain today. " You'd do the same in his shoes, don't act like you wouldn't." She scolded herself, trying to justify his distancing from her. She wasn't the only one who missed him, so she tried to keep from acting too childish about the whole ordeal.

She swiftly twisted herself away, entering her shop and shutting the front door behind her just a tad too hard which further added to her irritation. Alanis propped the broom up against the wall next to the door and wiped her palms on the skirt of her dark brown apron, relaxing her jaw and shoulders in an attempt to keep herself collected. They weren't children anymore and no one was really obligated to spend time with other people anyways, so she tried to let it go and move on with her day.

Alanis moped on over to her desk and slouched against the table top, a long sigh leaving her lips as she sank. "Another day in paradise, right?" She groaned. There was only around twenty minutes or so before it was time for her to open the shop, not that there would be anyone waiting to be let in anyways… But she still tried to be on time just in case.

「 N/A 」

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Alanis


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Character 3	♥♥♥
Character 4	♥♥♥♥
Character 5	♥♥♥♥♥
Character 6	♥♥♥♥♥♥
Character 7	♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Code by Jenamos

IceQueen · Jun 7, 2022

i ii

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HIROKI

Early. It was far too early for Hiro to be awake. He hadn't been out drinking yet still his body was sluggish and demanded he stay firmly underneath the sheets of his attic bed. His alarm, however, had other ideas, as did the chickens at the neighboring farm. The incessant cawing of the rooster eventually drove Hiro out of bed with his hair flying in several different directions. Today was special, there was a new farmer in town, and thus Hiro needed to open the store on time and in pristine condition.

He wouldn't let his grandfather down.

After brushing his teeth Hiro made a painful trek down the attic stairs, still clad in his grey checkered pajama pants and black top. His grandfather, or Grandpa Flynn, was sitting at the small kitchen table with the newspaper in hand. Glancing up over the top of the thin packet his grandfather smiled warmly as he took a swig of his coffee.

"Morning kiddo. There's pancakes and bacon on the stovetop."

Hiro paused to raise an eyebrow. His grandfather never made any sort of sweet breakfast items, not unless it was a special day. Glancing at his grandfather's finished plate Hiro picked it up to take it to the sink. "What's the reason? It's not my birthday, not for another six months."

The hearty chuckle that came from behind him was more soothing than mocking to Hiro. "It's a big day today. We got some new youngin' coming to town. Figured you could use a good pick me up breakfast to get you started."

Smiling down at the plate he'd just put in the sink Hiro grabbed his own plate and went for the pancakes. There were two piles, one without chocolate chips, and one with. Hiro readily took from the chocolate chip pile to fuel his need for sweets and carbs while going to the fridge to grab the syrup and butter.

"Well thanks pops." Hiro stated softly, going by and giving his grandad a pat on the shoulder. A wrinkle and sun worn hand came up to grasp his own for a second as Grandpa Flynn smiled back.

"You're welcome, son."

It always made Hiro feel a little giddy to hear that. He'd been afraid that his hard working salt of the earth grandfather would have some issue with him being male. In fact it was like nothing had changed. Hell, they'd even gotten closer. Maybe it was because he took over the store but Hiro liked to dream it was because he'd always wanted a son of his own. His mother had been the only child they ever conceived.

Silently sitting down to eat his breakfast Hiro started to hurry.

"You're gonna choke if you keep goin' so fast."

"I know grandpa." Hiro stated with his mouth half full. When the paper came down on his hand Hiro flinched, rubbing the back of it.

"Don't talk with your mouth full either. Your gran would have a fit."

Hiro was about to argue but settled for chewing the rest of his food and swallowing. When the food was gone Hiro headed to the kitchen to clean his plate when his grandfather got off his seat.

"Go, I'll clean the plates."

Hiro paused, slightly uncertain. "You sure? Your back isn't what it used to be." Hiro reminded him softly, only to recieve a wave of the hand.

"I'll be fine kid, just go. You need to brush your hair before the newcomer comes in."

Hiro was hesitant to leave but nodded. "Alright, but if you need anything, holler, ok?"

"Just go."

Hiro didn't need to be told twice. Racing off towards the stairs Hiro headed to grab himself a change of clothes to shower in. The shower was mildly cold, as always. The water was never to the level of warmth as it was back on the mainland, but Hiro had gotten used to it over time. At the least he'd had his grandfather fix the quietly dripping pipe. He nearly went insane from listening to it every single night after he went to bed. When he was finally fresh and somewhat presentable Hiro had dawned one of his regular work shirts, a dark grey button down that had been tailored to be just loose enough that he didn't feel constrained, but tight enough to show off his apparently good figure. He had Rose to thank for making sure all his shirts fit well, along with his never-ending pile of black work pants. With his usual black earrings in Hiro made his way out of the bathroom and towards the front door.

"Have a good day kiddo!" His grandfather called from the kitchen. Hiro had to roll his eyes a little bit as he paused in the doorway.

"You know the general store is two steps away right?

"I know, but it's still nice to say it, ain't it?!"

Laughing Hiro grabbed his apron off the hook near the door. "Bye grandpa!"

"BYE!"

Though the walk to the store was only a few steps away from the kitchen but it still felt like a separate space. Hiro had helped install some soundproofing so the two places could be kept separate and they didn't disturb his grandfathers daily nap. Tying the apron around his waist Hiro set about getting to work. First a quick wipe down of counters and a sweep to make sure the floor was clean, then he took inventory of the shelves and pulled what he could out of the back. It wasn't until around just after 7:30 that Hiro finally had the lights on and the door of the general store open.

Now all that was left was to wait.....

And hope to dear god he wasn't waiting for nothing.

「 N/A 」
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HIROKI

Emrys ♥

Oz ♥♥

Alanis ♥♥

Leander ♥♥

Maven ♥♥♥

Rose ♥♥♥♥

Ezran ♥♥♥♥♥

PavellumPendulum · Jun 9, 2022

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Merriam Winslow

Merriam Winslow was often perturbed by questions, rattling around in her mind, seeking release and answers with zero patience and zero mercy for her limited energy. She wondered if the ladybug scuttling about near the tip of her grass-kissed shoes felt the pull of the early morning, the freshness of the ocean before them, the salty breeze that it carried. She wondered if her clothes were happy to be pulled together in layers like a family, shielding her delicate, pale complexion from the sun, with bright patterns, more suited to be curtains than clothes, she'd heard. She wondered if Melanie could see the dark circles that clung to her eyes, ignoring her wishes for them to disappear, despite powdering and tending to them in her waking hours. She had been up since 4 AM. It had only been three hours since she had awoken, but her bed called to her, her lashes fluttering shut every few minutes, succumbing to a few seconds of dozing off before she forced herself awake once more.

She adjusted the hat on her head, then the tin of cookies in her hands. They weren't warm anymore, but they were still delicious, she was certain. Honey and almonds, tiny bites of goodness to share. Hopefully, they would make Melanie feel welcome. They'd exchanged correspondences over the last while, with Merri excitedly hyping up the island, wanting to see it flourish like her relatives had once seen. Perhaps she felt bad for stretching the truth sometimes, but she was sure people would understand and see the potential of the land. After all, it couldn't stay like this forever, right?

They could only go up from here.

A step away from the pier, Merri rocked from her heels to her toes, over and over again, as if it were a self-soothing tool, though her eyes lit up when she saw the Amphitrite dock nearby. She waved excitedly, mouth agape with a tired grin, seeing Melanie descend and scoop up her things, scurrying over to her. She kept waving, just in case Isidore or Elijah saw her too. Proudly, she held out the tin for the other woman, her fingers grazing over the painted edges, depicting little images of cute little fruits. It was an art project she'd put aside for the new farmer. She hoped she liked it. She hoped she wasn't looking at her too closely.

"Hiiii, Melanie!" she greeted cheerily, before shaking her head, "No ma'am. Just Merri. Okay?" she scolded gently, before realizing that it would probably be hard for Melanie to carry the tin while also carrying all of her other stuff. She took back her offer temporarily, tilting her head slightly. "This is a gift for you, but I'll give it to you properly when your hands are free, hehe." Shifting slightly, to turn her body towards the town, she gestured in that direction. "Welcome to Celosia! I hope you like it very very much here. And I hope the ship ride here was comfy! And, and..."

Merri trailed off, feeling a sudden wave of pain sear through her head. She scrunched up her face. Annoying.

"Um, yeah! Are you ready for a little tour?"

「 @Jenamos @MaryGold 」

♥

Merriam Winslow


Edith	♥♥♥
Ez	♥♥
Bel	♥♥♥
Isidore	♥♥♥
Jiang	♥♥♥
Leander	♥
Mariana	♥♥♥
Emrys	♥♥
Melanie	♥♥
Paola	♥♥♥
Elijah	♥♥♥
Odessa	♥♥♥

Code by Jenamos

PavellumPendulum · Jun 10, 2022

i ii

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Ezeran

Life on the farm was good.

From a young age, Ez had known that he hadn't belonged in the city. He hadn't even remembered Celosia much after his parents had whisked him away, citing a better life on the mainland, but his body remembered. The city lights were blinding, the stars blurred out from the sky. It felt almost apocalyptic at times, roaming the streets, kicking away discarded cigarette butts and plastic refuse, seeing a sky that held nothing but the moon. He missed little about the life he'd lived before coming back ten years ago, except for his family, but they were old memories, ghosts in his mind of people he hadn't spoken to in decades. He wondered if his parents still thought about him sometimes.

He thought about them a lot.

Maven was tending to the animals this morning, so he'd left her to it after giving her a nod of acknowledgement, up and early to get to work. He never tried to make too much small talk with her. Maven was an important woman, with things to do and animals to see. If she needed something, she would tell him, without hesitating or wondering. Quinn wasn't scheduled to work on the farm today, so it was just him. That was okay, since he didn't mind working alone, anyway. There was lots of time to think, or to not think at all. He could lose himself in the fields, harvesting hay and crops for feeding the animals on the ranch.

It kept him strong. It kept him healthy. And most of all, it kept him safe. Even if he was out in the open, he was still tucked away from most of the other people on the island. He liked having his own little space. He seldom sought people out, so it was nice to only have to speak to most on his own terms, when he felt like doing so. Even if he wasn't the best conversationalist...

By the time he'd come out front, with a bale of hay slung over his thick shoulder, he had been just in time to hear Maven honk the horn of her truck, driving out into town. Their neighbour, Pete was out close, exchanging a look with Ez before giving him a little nod, already used to holding off on greetings that were too enthusiastic. Ez responded with his own nod, though he was more focused on watching Maven leave, using his free hand to wave for a little bit, even though he knew she probably couldn't respond back much since she was driving. That was okay. He could handle things at the farm for now.

He said nothing else to Pete, hoping he wouldn't want to use him for a talk now that Maven had left. Bringing in the hay bale and stacking it up with the others in its designated space in the barn, he stretched, cracking his joints. Getting all the hay cut and tied for drying would probably take the whole day.

It was time to get back to work out there.

「 @Kuno @Ghostie 」
♥

Ezeran

Maven ♥♥♥♥

Quinn ♥♥♥♥

Oz ♥♥♥

Hiro ♥

Merriam ♥♥

Emrys (anonymous) ♥♥♥

Jiang ♥♥♥

Mariana ♥♥♥

Paola ♥♥

Odessa ♥♥

Code by Jenamos

Nemopedia · Jun 11, 2022

Edith

Location:
The Beach >> Maven's farm

Interacting:
Ezeran

Mentioned:
Emrys, Merriam, Maven

Tags:
@PavellumPendulum

Hearts:
Merriam -

She had grown dependent. It was proven so. Only days ago had Edith arrived here on the island, receiving the shock of her life at the state of which this island was in, but still feeling optimistic. But now that she was on the beach, supposedly to pick up a new farmer, only to find herself late, and to top it off, quite lost as well, Edit only realised now that she wasn't quite the proud independent woman she always believed herself to be.

Celosia isle was small and rural. So rural even that Google Maps couldn't help her navigate her way around the place. Uncharted territory, indistinguishable area, just a spot of green with some mountains and a whole lot of sea surrounding it, but nothing else. She knew where the town was, Edith had just come from that direction. She even knew the way to her own little place. Edith, however, did not know the way to the farms. She had heard about it vaguely, but saw no paths leading to it and when she had finally found a soul he was of no help.

"I know where the town is," Edith had patiently told the male, quite young still and looking as frightened as the wild rabbits did on the dunes that were still running back from their scavenge, "I was looking for the farms?" She tried again, but without any luck as the male kept on pointing in the same direction, bolting off towards the beach from which she had just come.

She truly was on her own with this, Edith figured, heaving a sigh before she decided to just drive around the town square, wishing for luck. How large could the island be, after all?

Luck indeed helped her in the early morning. Passing by a car that looked like that of a farmer's Edith noticed a farmhouse not too far away, her eyes widening as she quickly drove onto the porch, promising herself to get a proper map of the island and to ask Merriam for a proper tour around as well.

"Excuse me?" she called, seeing a figure at the back moving around the barns. Killing the engine Edith got out of her car; another vehicle too fancy and too city like she was, cursing her own choice of shoes before tiptoeing her way closer to the barn.

"Hello?" She called once more, hoping by dear heavens that she had finally found the right place, or at least anyone helpful to point her in the right direction.

PavellumPendulum · Jun 17, 2022

i ii

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Ezeran

Ez wasn't so egotistical that he'd assume that people would come to Lu farms just to talk to him. After all, what did he have to say about anything? Not much. Figuring out how to talk to people was a puzzle he'd just never managed to solve, even after all these years on Celosia. He didn't even know everyone on the island by name. He'd probably seen every face there was to see (not by choice, mind you, since he shrunk away from being around people in general), but the handful of people he'd spoken to never seemed to add many others to the pool. Regardless, if anyone was coming around, it was likely to see Maven. Unfortunately for him, she'd just left. So when he heard a car pull up out front, and a voice call out, especially an unfamiliar one, he nearly dropped the hay bale he'd hauled over his shoulder.

"Ah, fuck me..." he muttered under his breath, trying to tell his stupid heart to calm down, now that it was threatening to pound out of his chest. It never got easier, meeting strangers. He wished Maven or Quinn were here to deal with whoever that was. He turned, adjusting the hay so it was not so off balance on the stack, before he tentatively poked his head out, seeing the intruder at the front of the barn.

A woman. Blonde, with sharp eyes. If he had the breath to swear again, he might have done so, just to try and soothe his frayed nerves. He hated surprises. His routine kept him safe, kept him feeling okay. Ezeran didn't approach closer, but he remained in the woman's field of view, awkwardly standing and staring. She didn't look like anyone he'd ever seen before. "... Maven ain't home." was what he eventually slapped together as an introductory sentence, not knowing why she was here or why she was poking her nose into the barn. The seconds ticked by, with him stuck back there like a deer frozen in headlights. Maybe she was lost? Or she was a drinking buddy of Maven's or a fellow smithy at Quinn's? Or she thought he was the intruder, a hulking beast in the back of the barn, waiting to strike? Or, or-

He was overthinking it again. His palms were sweating. Maybe he shouldn't have told her Maven wasn't home. Didn't that make him look suspicious? "I don't know you." he managed to get out, still failing to communicate much properly, fumbling with his thoughts. His tone was cautious, nearly accusatory. "What... What do you want?"

Harvest Goddess help him. If she was real, surely she was having a fit of laughter over the mess he was making in front of this stranger.

「 @Nemopedia @Kuno @Ghostie 」
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Ezeran

Maven ♥♥♥♥

Quinn ♥♥♥♥

Oz ♥♥♥

Hiro ♥

Merriam ♥♥

Emrys (anonymous) ♥♥♥

Jiang ♥♥♥

Mariana ♥♥♥

Paola ♥♥

Odessa ♥♥

Code by Jenamos

Nemopedia · Jun 18, 2022

Edith

Location:
Maven's farm

Interacting:
Ezeran

Mentioned:
Melanie

Tags:
@PavellumPendulum

Hearts:
Merriam -

A face popped up from the barn, annoyance clearly written on his face, the stereotype of the hermit farmer came to life within one man not much older than she was herself. Dark and brooding, and very much unwelcome as he looked like he had swallowed several swear words at once as soon as he saw her, unfamiliar and a stranger.

Maven… Edith could vaguely recall the name, but was unable to place it as of yet other than that this dude was most definitely not Maven, or very welcome. Almost, almost Edith thought he said 'what was you want,' with a thick boorish accent to follow, rather like how they spoke in the books, but Edith quickly corrected herself, realising that she was talking to a person, not a stereotype and this was reality, not the stories she heard in the city in regards to the rural area.

"Edith Gerhardt," she introduced herself quickly, hand extending in a greeting as she summoned a warm smile, "I'm the new deputy mayor, we haven't met," she continued before stepping closer to the entrance, around the man who happened to be as broad as he was tall, eyeing the stacks of hay behind him.

"If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to find me in the Town Square, I'm here to help," Edith continued in one smooth move, her eyes scanning out the building before she returned them to the moody farmer in front of her, perhaps this was the new one? Though, Edith had to admit, the man didn't look like a 'Mel' of any type.

Kuno · Jun 20, 2022

MAVEN

Coming into the heart of Celosia Isle's township was the closest thing to an excursion Maven was ever going to get – without leaving the island. The town square was their own downtown, and while there might not have been towering skyscrapers and bizarre amusement rides, the island had its own fair share of hustle and bustle to it.

Maven drove into town slowly, parking her car on the very outskirts. The roads weren't the best further in; narrow and congested with buildings and goods, a man was liable to get trapped in all the rustic architectural design. The wind was stronger here, a salt breeze lifting off from the ocean. Briefly, the farmer turned her head in that direction, looking.

"Heard that new farmer's coming into town."

Dark and unreadable, her gaze shifted, and she walked on.

Though she didn't come into town too often, the majority of the island residents knew her. Without stopping, she waved to those out and about their related businesses. She spied Alanis in her shop setting up, and she gave a hearty knock on her window before waving and moving on, not leaving the woman much room to speak. Much as she would have liked to stay and chat, there were things that needed to be done back on the farm. Not that she didn't trust Ez to finish up most of it – heaven forbid that ox of a man couldn't pull off physical labor – but Maven wasn't one to shirk her duties off on another. It's what kept her healthy and strong.

The general goods store sat squatly in the center of the town, with the main path leading through the town square and to the docks stemming from its wooden porch. Maven largely avoided the docks for her own reasons, though the clamor of voices from down there piqued her interest. Must've been a big haul brought in or something.

She didn't care to find out.

Ding!

The chime of the shop's doorbell heralded her entry into the store. Maven gave a nod to the shopkeeper Hiro. "Morning."

He was a young slip of a guy. Certainly, there could have been better things for him to do than taking care of the family store, but Hiro had always maintained a healthy sense of prudent responsibility. It had earned Maven's respect.

Thumbs in her pockets, Maven ambled up to the counter. "Won't take up too much of your time," She continued, her voice low. "But I was curious if you sold any locks or any hardware. Rods, too, if you had them."

@IceQueen

Code by Jenamos

PavellumPendulum · Jun 21, 2022

i ii

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Ezeran

He'd never been good with strangers.

Of course, he was much better with them now than he had been in his youth, or even when he'd first moved to Celosia. Despite his current behaviour not exuding friendliness, it could've been worse. As a child or even moreso as a rowdy teen, he would've been ready to scrap and take things outside, just in order to keep his territory, keep his space. Anything could've turned into a fight back then, when he saw everything as an opportunity to cause harm. Even when he'd first moved to Celosia, his people skills had been pretty bad. More often than not, that first year, he'd fled the moment people had tried to greet him, or upset them with his lack of response. At least now he was saying words.

Words were good. Even if, um, maybe, they weren't the right ones. Whoever this lady was, she didn't look all too impressed with him. Not that he was looking to impress, but surely, this was not a good sign. She introduced herself with her name first, soon following with the information that she was the new deputy mayor. He hadn't even remembered that they'd been planning on receiving one. Maybe Merriam had mentioned it at some point, but truthfully, she chattered until his ears felt like they were going to melt off. Sometimes, he simply had to phase her out. He wondered where this Edith person had been hired from. It seemed odd to hire someone for such an important position outside of the island, but fuck, what did he know about managing things? Merriam didn't get much done, but he doubted he would do much better, in her shoes.

He shifted uncomfortably in place, letting her words hang in the air, probably longer than what was polite. Her eyes were shifting around the barn. He wondered if she didn't like it. She certainly did not seem like the farming type. "... Ezeran." he offered his own name, but was unsure of what to say next. She offered her services at town square, but what did he ever need help with? He could most certainly feed the animals and stack up haybales on his own. "Okay. Um. I'll tell Maven. When she gets back." He was mumbling now, his response clumsy and probably a tad too quiet as he stared at the ground, frowning, "... Good luck with Merriam."

That was perhaps the friendliest thing he could utter at the moment. The two certainly seemed like opposites. He wondered if this Edith lady even knew how Merriam was: a bubbly little airhead, hobbling around with her umbrella in hand.

「 @Nemopedia 」
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Ezeran

Maven ♥♥♥♥

Quinn ♥♥♥♥

Oz ♥♥♥

Hiro ♥

Merriam ♥♥

Emrys (anonymous) ♥♥♥

Jiang ♥♥♥

Mariana ♥♥♥

Paola ♥♥

Odessa ♥♥

Code by Jenamos


Elijah Ellwood	♥♥♥
Isidore Badru	♥♥♥
Merriam Winslow	♥♥


Maven	♥♥♥♥
Quinn	♥♥♥♥
Oz	♥♥♥
Hiro	♥
Merriam	♥♥
Emrys (anonymous)	♥♥♥
Jiang	♥♥♥
Mariana	♥♥♥
Paola	♥♥
Odessa	♥♥

CLOSED SIGNUPS Celosia Isle {IC}

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