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Mac wasn't always home, he had the habit of taking off to various remote locations of the world, between his work as a marine biologist and his actual job as a DEA agent he was kept plenty busy. He grew up in this town it was part of who he was and where his family lived but, part of him wanted to run away as far as he could. There was no medical equipment in the woods.

Tonight was one of the rare times he was home, although he was trying to stay put more often these days. He had come in a few days ago just ahead of the storm and was planning to spend time with his girlfriend Stella. Being snowed in a cabin gave the perfect excuse for them both to sneak away for a while. But then came the knock at the door. Who the hell could that be? Who's out in this mess?

Mac and Stella glanced at each other. It was just their luck that even in a snowstorm they get someone at their door. Mac tugged his jeans on then his wrinkled t-shirt. He made his way to the door. Pulling it open, he answered. Puzzled by the sight of a stranger at his step he shakes his head. "What's going on? What you doing out in this mess man?"

open: f/m/nb. 25+ mutuals/nonmutuals. beta editor used. muse: Landon Wynter. 30-34 main verse. photojournalist. plot: Landon's travel plans for the holidays hit a snag as a snow storm forces him to abandon his vehicle, stumbling on your muse's residence seeking help. connection: could be a complete stranger, could be someone he actually knows. f/fnb only if romantic. Potential for a positive outcome OR this could go completely terribly for Landon. Either we Hallmark Christmas this or we go Silent Night Deadly Night horror with it.

The weather forecast might have been his first indication something would happen. He figured it wouldn't be much trouble for him to take his jeep and drive. It's gotten him to plenty of places without hassle. He can tough through it with off road tires, four wheel drive and an extension on his spontaneous road trip life. At least he thought it'd be such a GREAT idea in the beginning. He has a thing about listening wholly when it comes to major storm threats. At times it's a load of bullshit. They call for a gale and it'll be a light breeze. Monsoon? Yeah, next day it's completely dry. On the off chance they're right he would be in deep shit. And naturally. Here is Landon Bartholomew Wynter in deep shit of a white frosty caliber.

The snow is too deep at points. Abandoning his jeep is killing him. But he can't see through this frozen tundra. Accident waiting to happen echoed in the back of his mind and truly his engine was straining with the frigidity of the night. Luckily for him he managed to find a place. Keeping his coat cinched up to his chin hardly helped matters as the man is utterly freezing. Yet the glow of lights in the frosted windows ahead offered a beacon of hope. He immediately chose to climb up to the porch, huddled over slightly as the white out obscured the landscape surrounding him. He could hardly tell where he is but all that mattered is rapping knuckles on the door in front of him. @indiestarter

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"I imagine they do have something with chocolate," Olivia said with a smirk. She should have known. "and oh of course you'd want to pick my brain. Where would either of us be without our curiosity? It's in our nature as journalists." her smile widened.

"Come on, I'll show you to it, we can walk there." She started to walk down the sidewalk heading towards the corner. "I'm on a special mission for a friend. Have you heard about the Clark case?" A homicide and missing persons case, the missing boy was thought to be the culprit but was also clearly injured. It was a mess. A friend of Olivia's was working the case to try to find the boy believing he was innocent. 

"Turns out the missing boy's grandfather was a man I interviewed years ago, my first big break so long ago come to think of it, goodness you might not have even been born yet! Anyways the man was recently released from prison and I have scheduled another interview as a follow up but it's really to try to get anything I can that could help the private investigators find the poor kid." She knew it was a risk, but even a normal interview could turn sour, she wanted to do this. Olivia kept busy at the very least.

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Maddox huffs in return. "Calm down and just think of it as a free vacation" He tells the other as he shook his head, "Really, I think you're overeacvting, they'll sort this shit out soon enough and you wouldn't have to worry about anything." He clearly didn't regret what he had done and saw some high ground in it even. Would the bigger person mess with someone's job? What had Maddox been thinking?

"If you just calm the fuck down you'd be able to see that I was actually trying to help you."

open: f/m/nb 25+ (mutuals/nonmutuals) muse: Landon Wynter; photojournalist. 30-34 main verse plot: Landon discovers your muse sent in a false tip to his place of work about handing info to a rival news agency. Your muse swears it was to protect him from his latest story. True or not is up to you. connection: friend, co-worker, enemy in disguise, love interest (f only), boss, anything at all be creative tbh

“How could you do that? How could you be so stupid!?” Landon’s anger is palpable. The only recourse in finding out out WHO f.ucked him over in his own goddamn story is someone he knows. Sure it could have been anybody who told his agency that he started working for another news center. Make that a rival firm. A flat out lie as he isn’t doing anything to jeopardize his career. Of course now he’s been suspended until further investigation. “I don’t want to hear it! I don’t care if you had a good excuse for it. Just because I happen to cover some dangerous shit doesn’t give you the right to get me f.ucking suspended! You lied to them and now they think I’m some media narc.” // @indiestarter​ 

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"Sorry, Landon, I was just on my way to get Carson, I have to pick him up from Mac's. But why don't you tag along? We can catch up along the way and stop off at the cafe on the way home." That was reasonable, wasn't it? It sure was nice seeing him again. Although she had to admit last time wasn't under the best circumstances. Hopefully, this time would be better. 

She adjusted a strand of blonde hair and began walking again, expecting him to follow. Hannah smiled. "Grant recently finished work on my office so we can head there after lunch if you want to talk without interruptions"  She didn't have to step far before she pressed a button on her key and a small chirp sounded off from the minivan beside her. Not her typical ride but chauffeuring the children called for a car that would fit the car seats.

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Like for a starter. Specify muse or you'll get whoever I pick (or the random picker tells me too)

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Hannah wasn’t expecting to see him here, or to ever see Landon again really so the woman beamed when they bumped into each other. She really thought they were hitting it off well so it was a shame when he had to go back home. She didn’t blame him. She rarely stayed in Scarlet Falls herself. Everyone had that place that called to them, didn’t they? For her it was a little bit of everywhere. She didn’t like staying in one place for long. For him it was clearly the city. They both had places to be and jobs to do, as is the way of life. Things carried on even if you didn’t want it to. “I don’t believe in destiny” Everyone had to make their own fate, force their own paths. her father drilled that into her and her siblings along with everything else he threw on their shoulders. So destiny? Not so much but it was still nice seeing a familiar face once more. “But it is something, huh? How have you been?”

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// New muses coming here: Jake, Wolfgang, Reed Kimball. And muse moving here from other blog: Rolland Heights

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Psyche, huh? "Actually, I wasn't planning on stopping in early but you caught my attention, professor." An honest reply. She was planning on sitting around the student lounge until her class time but then North couldn't help herself when he caught him talking to that stuffed bird as she walked by the room. 

"But guess I'm here now." No sense in leaving, right? She liked having her pick of seat. There was a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "So mind if I do catch a peek at those occult texts? Could be an interesting read, helpful too?" Might as well get something good out of being so early to campus, better than just waiting around that is.

”Myself of course,” he answered without gazing to the door as he recognized the voice. instead he set the crow down on his desk, removed a cigarette from his mouth and smashed it against the black marble surface of an ashtray. Time for a pre-course break is unexpectedly over. It would seem Miss North enjoys arriving early to class.

Corvus picked up one of his books before making eye contact finally. “To speak to one’s self is an act of discussion with the psyche. A very rare phenomenon.” While he gave a dry reason there is a clear indication he was humoring his student. “Do you often arrive to class 30 minutes early? Or were you simply hoping for one of my occult texts?” The professor promised to hand out several to those who score highest on their last essay.

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Nathan was busy preparing tonight's ritual. He didn't have much time, it was already late. He wanted to get this done right away. The sooner he gave his offering the sooner his son's blessings would come. If he didn't do this tonight, he would have to wait another month at the very least. Nathan hated waiting.

When he heard the sound of the other man calling out, Nathan cursed. What the hell was he doing awake? He dropped what he was doing, was that a syringe? And then swiftly turned to hush Landon. "Quiet. People are trying to sleep." 

Well. Maybe not his uncle, certainly not in fact... but, his son for sure was in bed at this hour. It was a school night after all. A late night no less. And the last thing Nathan needed was for his son to find out about the secrets in their basement. He wouldn't understand, even if this was all for him. This had to be done.

Nathan stepped forward "As a matter of fact, you should be one of them." Nathan growled

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I have three new muses coming soon: Reed Kimball, Jake, and Wolfgang. They all are pretty interesting guys 👀 I'm working hard to get their info up because I have a lot of muse for them. I also have a lot of muse for Nathan, Benny, Lance, Morgan, Sharp, and Olivia

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Piper is an AI that looks, acts, and feels all completely human. She was even examined by doctors and had blood drawn and her artificial body could not be detected. She does not know what she is or that she has powers. She is aware of something different but doesn't remember where she came from,

Benny is an AI just like Piper but he had a fatal exception error that destroyed his programming. Essentially he stopped doing the commands of his creators without even knowing, fully, what he was or what he is capable of as he was programmed not to ask questions. Although curious and easily intrigued by nature Benny has a career as a journalist.

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Three new muses coming in:

Wolfgang

Wolfgang may look human but he isn't. Not fully. He is actually a wolf that can appear human. Not a werewolf, but an actual wolf in human disguise. He left the wild and joined human society after his family was killed by hunters.

Jake

Jake is not like other people... He is not human. Nor is he from Earth. He is an extraterrestrial that originally came to earth with misplaced hatred for all of humanity but now he's grown to like it after he was shown some compassion from a human family that helped take care of him. The name Jake is not just an identity he assumed on Earth, it's his real name. His parents were fans of the Earth and humanity and gave both their children human names.

Reed

Reed Campell used to be a detective with the police force of a metropolitan city but resigned and moved to the secluded Maine woods after his wife was murdered. He was innocent but the public and press decided otherwise and blamed corruption all the while they hounded the grieving family even stalking Reed's young 10-year-old son at school. He couldn't live like that anymore and took off. Assuming a new identity and making himself known as a mysterious woodcarver he likes his privacy. All that was almost broken when a photographer named Jayne started to poke around looking for a picture of the never photographer wood carver and artist.

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// Dumblr rest all my settings/preferences??? Cool thanks. Oh and don’t worry it reloads the page every time you change a setting. So what would be a few seconds clicking boxes took me 15 minutes because it was ass slow to reload each time. Painfully fuck right off shit site.

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Austin just shook his head. He has come to expect as much from his significant other, it is just who he was, and who they were and no one could fault them for it. Well. Some absolutely did and rightfully so but why linger on them when he had his boyfriend all to himself after a long day at work? Austin leaned in and kissed the man on his neck almost in a tease before pulling away and retreating to the fridge for a drink.

"At least your day was more exciting than mine."

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Piper did not remember anything from her past... was hers anything like Ilia's? She had to wonder. She listened closely with some pained sympathy. It seemed rough but at least they both had someone now. But what if someone came after either of them? Piper knew that there were people coming after her... were there people looking to take Ilia away?

"Jo found me. I was alone and scared. She's very nice to me. She kept me company at the hospital and then took me into her home. I like her home... What is Carter like? Is he a police officer like Jo?"

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A few things he said had hooked her. Working on true crime novels herself something like a case of a serial killer was going to piqued her interest. Even when she was still a journalist she covered her fair share of crime.

Her eyes sparkled. "Serial killer? Oh my, now that's a story. You'll have to fill me in on those dicey parts." She had more than a few tales of her own. She would have to tell him some of her own tales. A few were more recent, who knew being a novelist came with her own hazards now that she was technically out of the field? She continued to smile. "As for lunch, that would be lovely." The perfect place to talk and catch up. And on him? How sweet. "I know a quaint little cafe just down the road from my place that makes the best pastries."

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Stella is afraid of snakes. Even if she knows it’s a harmless garden variety snake, she won’t go near it. She is trying to be brave and get over it for her boyfriend’s nephew Carson. Carson loves to catch snakes by the creek in their yard. Mac has taught him all about nature including what snakes are safe and which are venomous. The boy is excited to show off the friends he finds before releasing them again