[she Was Funny For That]

Madelyn Cline as Sarah Cameron OUTER BANKS — 1.05 'Midsummers'

time: early afternoon.   location: a sidewalk, along the main enclave. status: for @detr1tus, @thievesandwitches, @daydreambeliiever + 4 open spots.

blonde  sits  on  the  sidewalk,  beer  can  in  hand  and  forearms  resting  on  each  knee.  exasperated  sigh  after  exasperated  sigh,  faye's  hazel  eyes  take  in  her  uneventful  surroundings  and  their  grip  tightens  on  the  half-empty  can  burrowed  from  trip  trap's  stash.  boredom  is  dangerous  ammo  for  someone  as  restless  as  faye  ━━  every  stone  on  the  sidewalk,  every  brick  on  every  building,  every  drink  left  unpoured  serve  as  a  reminder  that  there  is  nothing  to  do  around  a  place  like  fabletown  (  not  unless  she  wants  to  spend  more  nights  in  jail  and,  although  the  sheriff's  company  isn't  as  bad,  the  sleeping  arrangements  leave  much  to  be  desired  )  and  nothing  truly  every  happens  either.

if  you  ignore  the  murder  and  the  constant  thread  of  exposure,  faye  supposes.

another  sigh,  another  sip  of  an  already  warm  beer,  nursed  through  what  feels  like  an  hour  of  merely  existing.  even  the  prospect  of  newfound  company  feels  like  a  curse  to  faye,  muscles  aching  for  something  more  than  walking  around  and  mind  begging  for  something  to  entertain  an  already  numb  brain.  the  would-be-fairy  doesn't  even  look  up  from  the  empty  spot  their  unfocused  eyes  seem  glued  to  as  the  footsteps  gather  close  and  closer  to  her.  "i'm  not  a  sharer  so  if  it's  beer  you're  looking  for,  you  can  keep  on  walkin'."

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introducing faye darlowe ( tinkerbell ) & rowena woods ( red riding hood )

BOB'S BURGERS 3.18 — It Snakes a Village

Morgiana (1972)

faye  feels  restless  ━━  the  gala  is  too  organised,  too  polite  and  there  is  nothing  to  do  other  than  drink  from  flutes  and  have  empty  headed  conversations  with  people  she  couldn't  give  less  of  a  damn  about.  and  then,  it  is  as  if  the  universe  hears  their  plea.

hazel  eyes  spot  the  perfect  entertainment.  without  hesitation,  faye  makes  her  move  and  promptly  bites  into  the  only  evidence  of  her  crime  against  the  code  of  any  gala.

"yes  it  was."  faye  speaks  as  she  chews,  making  it  more  dramatic  than  it  ought  to  be.  mischievous  eyes  are  glued  to  her  victim,  feeding  off  of  his  reaction.  "and  it  tastes  amazing.  thank  you  for  holding  onto  it  for  me."

closed starter for @einchants, snack table at the gala

puck haunt the sweets table, eating his fill of little delicacies. if there's one thing they love more than mischief, it is not having to choose between affording a glamour or imbibing in a sweet treat (or five).

after contemplating their choice carefully, they pluck another pastry from the table, turning to enjoy. then, a crime is committed: it is taken right out of their eager hands.

"hey!" by the time he makes a move to defend his own honor, the thief has taken a bite. puck can do nothing but watch in abject horror. where's the sheriff when you need him? where are the witnesses? "... that was the last fig tart."

there  is  something  feral  going  through  rowena's  head  as  they're  being  questioned  about  a  death  that  her  claws  were  nowhere  near  ━━  and  she  finds  herself  thinking  that  perhaps  they  should  talk  to  the  huntsman  about  it,  his  hands  already  covered  in  dried  blood.  red  ribbon  holds  the  long  and  messy  braid  together,  hair  swinging  all  the  way  down  to  the  end  of  red's  back  as  she  walks.  eyebrows  furrowed,  part  of  the  little  red  thinks  they  somehow  messed  up  ━━  thinking  things  through  is  not  their  forte.  each  step  down  the  stairs  feels  like  the  walk  through  the  hall  of  a  prison  wing  and  rowena  doesn't  know  if  she's  walking  away  or  right  into  a  cell  of  someone  else's  making.

red  tilts  their  head,  both  arms  now  crossed  over  her  chest.  "and  what  makes  you  think  i  would  confess  anything  to  you?"  there  is  only  one  soul  that  she  might  bare  her  own  to  and  he's  unrecognizable  these  days.  "are  you  just  waiting  here  for  people  to  talk  to  you  about  what  they  told  the  magic  mirror?  boredom  really  does  take  a  toll  on  some  people."

open to. anyone — come one, come all ! setting & notes. remembrance day event part two, looming about around the main enclave. feel free to assume connections if not plotted yet, or this can be their first interaction if you'd like.

      a slimy thing, waffling about and bouncing from one corridor to another, eyes on the action as always. if there was one thing fionn couldn't miss, it was a show — comedies or tragedies, both equally as entertaining to a lone sprite, itching to get a firsthand view at the next sensation that sweeps their quaint little town. it's about time, he'd assert, after days of droning boredom, the cabin fever was bound to settle in eventually - fionn just didn't expect it to be so soon. " what a shame, " a tone decorated with dramatization, cutting through the undercurrent of empathy that was, albeit, genuine, but it was hard to tell with him.

      " now, what say you when the magic mirror reveals your deepest secret to the entire town, hm ? " he was merely playing, but surely this was neither the time nor place, with tensions inevitably rising and, eventually, anxieties too. " the time to confess your wrongdoings is nigh. i pinky promise i won't tell another soul, unlike that dreaded mirror. "