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theemersonshaw​:

Emerson blinked in surprise at how adamant the man beside her suddenly became, insisting that she take the drink and she let out a breath, a little blush coloring her face at how flustered everything was seemingly making her before she managed to give the man a little smile and nodded, “Thank you. And sweet seems…good. I’m not much of a drinker as it is..” She wrinkled her nose a bit as she said it, but at least the idea of it being sweet might save her from the burn she knew alcohol had. “Well not every color. I’ve never seen a green berry for instance.”

Emerson was smiling more genuinely as she said it, relaxing slightly as the seconds ticked by, and when he introduced himself she nodded. “Safe to say I’ll remember someone named Sunshine.” She teased lightly. “I’m Emerson.” she introduced, offering her hand out before she looked down to the cup and she nodded, taking a sip from it. Sweet was definitely a good word for it. And berry-y. It wasn’t too bad, all things considered. “Also safe to say your pinkberry is a hit.”

“Is a grape not just a green berry?” Cameron asked with all the preponderance of a great philosopher. He pretends to smoke on a corncob pipe, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Then he flattened his face, dropping the act. “No, really. Does a grape count as a berry? Because they kind of look like berries, and a whole bunch, if you hold em up like the Roman guys, looks like a big raspberry.” Cameron smiled, “If not, I need some Ecto-Cooler so I can invent greenberry cocktails, too.”

He laughed at that, and nodded at his nickname being mentioned. “It’s half the reason I think people chose it. More of a descriptor than a name,” he winked at Emerson, “Plus how many guys have you ever met named Sunshine? It’s all about brand recognition. I’m glad you like pinkberry, Emerson. But really, the best thing to do at a Remembrance Day party is dance,” He leans on one elbow, turning the full Sunshine-beam smile onto her, “I could show you a few. Guaranteed vintage dances from the town’s history. Very respectful.” He tilts his head to the open dance floor, eyebrows raised.

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annascollin​:

anna can’t help but laugh, her delighted smile reaching her eyes. of all the things to have happened to her these past few months she’d been back in queens lace, reconnecting with her old childhood friend ranked among the best. “i didn’t know i needed a costume! it’s not like i’ve ever gone to this thing before - dad would have killed me! he might still kill me, if he realises i’m here tonight.”

cam’s poses have her nodding in approval, an overly serious expression on her face. “i see the vision, definitely, but you can’t go for that aesthetic and then not have a cowboy hat! surely you have a rancher great-grandfather in that family tree of yours.” she’s teasing of course, thinks a hat might make the outfit a bit too much, but she’d hardly tell him that. besides, she thinks cam could probably rock anything and make it seem cool.

anna hums in acknowledgment of the question, the alcohol in her veins leaving her less on edge than usual. “i’m not sure. nothing, i guess. you’ll have to try me again next year.” there’s a few implications there, but she lets them hang and copies cam in taking a swig of her drink.

“There’s no way! There’s no way I never dragged you to Remembrance Day!” Cameron’s jaw hung open incredulously, “Arguably my favorite Queen’s Lace holiday? Right next to the Pie Eating Contest and Rib Fest?” Cameron playfully smacked her shoulder, “There’s no way you’ve come up with excuses every year! How has that happened? Do you not love me?” He faked a serious pout that only lasted about six seconds before it was replaced with a soft trail of laughter. “And you picked this year of all years to participate, when we’re locked in a church, hiding from the mayor instead of out and proud across town square.” The blonde-haired boy did a disappointed ‘tsk tsk’ sound, “I mean, better late than never, but you’re not getting the full remembrancing experience here Anns.” He gestured at his outfit, “Every year, I invent a theme. Every year, the town criminally ignores my theme, partly because it doesn’t know I’ve chosen one, and hosts a pretty bare-minimum party. Which I of course liven up with my presence. It’s a tried and true classic! And you’re never going to escape going with me ever again. I’m sorry but you’ve just put the biggest party-target on your back for the rest of eternity.” At her comment about his lack of hat, he did sigh and run his hand through his hair. “I know. I didn’t have a cowboy hat. I even contacted the Queen’s Lace Historical Garment Society and asked for help, but nobody had a vintage hat to donate.” By that he meant about thirty minutes ago he stood on a pew and asked if anyone had a hat, and was met with silence. Damn. 

“Maybe next year I’ll have a hat, and you’ll have...murdered someone? Is that your implication? Are you gonna be full on serial by next year?” He paused, laughing, then looked shocked, “You really don’t love me? You’re planning to murder me? Oh, Anna Banana, you’re gonna have a great serial killer name but spare my face!” 

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sagexholloway​:

Sage was relatively new to Queens Lace, having only moved there just before the curfew was announced with the intentions of figuring out what was going on with her new abilities as… a medium? It still felt strange to refer to herself as one. She’d always been a skeptic about things like that, always believed supernatural creatures and beings were merely fictional but all of that changed about six months ago when she’d… well, the accident that led her to become a medium. 

Sage couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to a party, and frankly, she didn’t necessarily want to come to this one, but she knew it would be a good opportunity to meet the other residents and maybe even learn a little more about the supernatural world. She was speaking with the other, hoping to get a little bit of information about Remembrance Day, supernaturals, the missing persons in town- literally anything, but instead, he was giving a rundown of his entire outfit. “Guess I didn’t get the memo.” She fought to roll her eyes at the other as she listened to him continue speaking. Sage thought she’d dressed appropriately for a party but according to him every piece should have represented something or someone. 

She was standing with her arms folded over her chest, leaning against the wall as she listened but it was when he asked who are you remembering, that she felt herself deflate a bit, her mind immediately turning to her fiancé she’d lost. “No one.” she swallowed, letting her arms fall in front of her as she absent mindedly began to play with her engagement ring she never took off. “I would ask who you are remembering, but you’ve already given me your life story, so…” Sage shrugged lightly, clearly exaggerating as she quickly composed herself. “Is this how it is every year or is it just because of the curfew?” She asked as she took a quick look around, recalling how secretive everything seemed to be. She wasn’t sure if this was an annual party the mayor never knew about or what. 

“Oh, definitely the curfew. We’re kind of hiding the party from the mayor, so mums the word on our activities,” Cameron said with a smile and a raised ‘shh!’ finger, “Urban legend says that if we don’t do the whole Remembrance Day thing, the ghosts of the deceased will rise up and eat our faces. I personally don’t buy that, but my face is too pretty to be eaten, so come missing persons or high water, party till dawn we shall!” Cameron drained his glass of pinkish liquid and whooped once enthusiastically. His...second? third? of the night. He was starting to lose count, which was a problem both for his sobriety and his future stomach ache.

“Usually we do this kinda of stuff in the town square. One year we had a dunk tank with a really hot guy getting dunked. I can’t remember his name, but I could still draw his torso from memory...” Cameron frowned, as if he should know that one, “Anyways, we had these like, tiny slingshots that looked like canons, and the balls were all painted grey. Very renaissance civil war. I keep waiting for a full on themed party, but this city continues to fail me year after year. So I invent my own themes until eventually, it catches on with everyone.” Cameron was clearly very impressed with himself, gesturing once more ot his home-made theme.

“But enough about me, newbie interview time! Who are you, what do you do, what led you to come to a small town in the woods of Virginia instead of, like, anywhere else...” he chuckled at that. There sure were a lot of new faces in Queen’s Lace, more than he would expect for a town whose biggest claim to fame (he assumed) was a Civil War museum and a somewhat famous Raspberry Pie at the local diner.

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starpeaked​:

   “   no   ,   can’t   say   that   i   did   .   looks   like   you’re   all   decked   out   ,   though   .   maybe   i   should   run   home   and   change   .   pretty   sure   i   still   have   some   of   my   parents’   old   clothing   .   ”   eyes   squint   slightly   as   he   averts   his   gaze   from   cameron’s   face   to   his   ensemble   .   “   it’s   not   bad   .   just   could   use   a   cowboy   hat   or   something   .   or   a   horse   .   now   that   would   be   cool   .   ”   levi   adjusts   his   posture   slightly   ,   standing   up   a   little   taller   .   

   “   you’re   uh   –   you’ve   got   .   .  .   you’re   like   a   sun   ray   or   something   .   ”   levi   laughs   ,   unable   to   truly   explain   or   elaborate   further   .   “   uh   ,   my   parents   .   gone   too    soon   ,   or   whatever   .   why   ?   i   mean   ,   like   –   what   about  you   ?   ”

“I don’t think a horse would fit in here, or well, not without making a bunch of people leave, but...” Cameron immediately steps up onto the back of one of the church’s old pews, “...attention partygoers!” Cameron yells into the space. The acoustics are great, and his voice carries. A couple people are now watching, waiting, and listening, as if expecting more bad news. More missing people, perhaps. Or the end of the party. Cameron beams at the crowd to reassure them, then continues, “This is an outfit emergency! Does anyone have a vintage cowboy hat? If you do, see me, or this guy right here!” He looks over at Levi, “Raise your hand so they can see you,” he commands in a harsh whisper. “Your hat will be returned after our evening of remembrancing. I promise no harm will come to it. The, uh, Queen’s Lace...Historical...Garments Society thanks you for your service! Thank you!” He turns and jumps down, leaving the crowd bewildered. There isn’t much hope that someone would have a hat, but if he got one that’d be swell. It would definitely make his outfit much more cowboy. “Well, that settles that. You’re president, by the way. Of the Queen’s Lace Historical Garment Society. I’m just the uh, historical...authentician. Slash secretary. I keep the meeting minutes.” He smiled wide enough for his teeth to flash.  “Most of my friends call me Sunshine, on account of the uh, sun ray phenomenon you have already witnessed.” Was that a slight blush on his cheeks, flattered to be complimented by this guy? “My mom used to say that she wished she could shrink me down, that way she’d always have a Pocketful of Sunshine...” he paused to see if the other man would get the song reference and laugh, or think it was corny...

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starpeaked​:

   “   i’m   wearing   a   white   tee   and   ripped   jeans   ,   what   the   fuck   do   you   mean   did   i   dress   up   ?   ”   benji   can’t   help   but   laugh   at   cameron’s   descriptions   of   his   outfit   .   plus   ,   it   doesn’t   hurt   that   he’s   already   stoned   from   the   mini   joint   circle   earlier   .   “   buddy   ,   i’m   no   english   major   ,   but   pretty   sure   remembrancing   isn’t   a   word   .   no   offense   or   anything   ,   but��  it’s   giving   me   a   piercing   fuckin’   pain   in   my   forehead   everytime   you   say   it   .   ”   shrugging   his   shoulders   ,   he   watches   as   the   other   starts   posing   ,   laughing   along   with   him   .   “   you   ,   uh   ,   model   or   somethin’   ?   oh   ,   man   ,   wait   ,   am   i   in   the   presence   of   a   tiktok   celebrity   ?   ”   

   benji   isn’t   being   harsh   on   purpose   ;   today’s   just   been   a   hard   day   and   he’s   stoned   and   ,   god   ,   if   someone   mentions   this   stupid   holiday   meant   to   honor   the   dead   –   “   don’t   really   have   anyone   to   remember   ,   no   .   unless   you   count   my   dad   ,   but   uh   ,   he’s   just   locked   up   .   not   really   much   of   a   sob   story   ,   but   you’ve   probably   heard   all   about   him   .   ”   clearing   his   throat   ,   benji   takes   a   swig   from   his   solo   cup   .   “   god   ,   this   shit’s   bottom   shelf   .   might   as   well   be   on   the   ground   .   ”

Cameron wasn’t discouraged by Benji’s acidic comments. In fact, he laughed at them. “You’re a hoot man,” said, clapping the man on his shoulder, “How you don’t have more friends is beyond me. And I’m not a Tiktok celebrity, although I did model once for a store in a mall in Norfolk. But hey, I do know everyone kinda like a celebrity, so if you want introductions I can do that.” He started to pivot his head around the room, looking for someone to pair with the harsh, earthy vibes of Benji. As he did, he sort of rambled out the side of his mouth, “And remembrancing is totally a word...if it isn’t, I just invented it...most of the english language is made up anyway.” He seemed unable to find a good match for Benji. Shame. The guy probably needed a good friend of his own. Cameron turn back to him, still grinning. “Besides, if they wanted us to be ‘remembering’ then today would be ‘Remember Day’. But it’s ‘Remembrance Day’ so we’re supposed to be remembrance-ing.” The blonde headed boy waved his hands in between them, as if to say the whole argument was relatively moot. He was just happy that somebody commented on his funny word, even if it was to tell him it was wrong. “But, if you’re more looking to forget, I bet we could find a stash of communion wine somewhere downstairs. Literally below the ground, but I bet it tastes better. Or worse. I didn’t do a lot of communion growing up. But wine gets better with age, right?”

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va1encii​:

valencia looks down at cameron’s outfit with a smile. “i think it’s really working for you.” she concluded, watching the boy show off his outfit. “no, i didn’t dress up. i don’t have much to remember my family by. my parents aren’t sentimental people, and my grandparents were buried with their gold.” she smiled, picking up her cup to take a drink from it. valencia tried to hold back making a face. it tasted like ash, and almost made her want to be sick. she swallows it anyway. “right now i’m remembering life here before this curfew.” she joked, and it wasn’t a lie, per say – but she doesn’t exactly have the memory of who she was when she was a human. the things are a bit blurry in her brain between then, and now, and things are so much different now with the people going missing. “how’s your mom, by the way? i can come over and hang out with her if you need a break! you work so hard.”

“Buried with their gold you say?” Cameron says, eyebrows wriggling across his forehead. “Could be a dope Goonies adventure. Lenci and Cam! Cam and Lenci? From Lenci to Sunshine? I’ll workshop the name around the party and get back to you. You’re on props.” Cam smiled at her, chuckling. He drank his own, light pink concoction. It did not taste like ash. In fact, it was alcoholic and sweet. Some kind of berry liqueur maybe? “Next time you should bring like a knock off Stevie Nicks shawl or an old school goth lolita dress or something. You coulda brought a tambourine. You would’ve killed that aesthetic.” Cameron turned to look around at the party, hoping for inspiration or evidence that someone else was in costume.  While his back was turn to Lenci, she mentioned his mom, and there was almost a night and day shift in the tension across his shoulders. He whipped back around, his Sunshine veneer dropped like an iron curtain. “My mom’s great. Why wouldn’t she be? I left her curled up on the couch watching Big Brother. She’s claims she is obsessed with the alliances, but I think she’s watching the dopey guys with the six packs.” Sunshine ’s deflector shields were at maximum power. Keep it light, keep it fun. Make jokes. Don’t mention anything about COPD. Or the missing people who spawned said curfew. No debbie downers, ever.

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theemersonshaw​:

open event starter 

Emerson wasn’t exactly the party type– especially since she was still pretty new in town in general. But it seemed like everyone was there (which…was odd, given there was supposed to be a curfew?) so she decided to go against her instincts and check it out, figuring once she inevitably got overwhelmed by the newness of it all she could just ditch and go back to the safety and calm of her own new little apartment.

And overwhelmed she sure did get, countless people around talking and laughing and…dancing? A band wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting, but then, none of this was expected. At least there’s drinks she thought to herself as she walked over to one of the vendors, seeing a tray set out with some cups and just as she was reaching for the last one her hand bumped someone else’s and she immediately yanked hers back, a little flush coloring her face, “Oh–sorry! You um..you go ahead.” She offered softly, shaking her head. “I’ll wait for the next batch.”

Cameron’s goof sense immediately went into overdrive as the two hands collided. The ‘um’, the pull back, that deference. His brain screamed ‘that’s a nervous person’ and he went into full Sunshine mode. “Of course not! I won’t hear of it. I’ve already tried one. I was just being greedy and going back for seconds.” He held up the empty glass in his hand, the same shape as the one they had just bumped hands over. “Go ahead. They’re really good, I promise. Very sweet. You’re probably saving me from a tummy ache by taking it, actually.” He patted his stomach for good measure. “I think there’s some kind of berry in it? Is pinkberry a thing?” Sunshine smiled, “If not, I’m inventing it. Every other color gets its own berry. Why not pink?” Then he set down his glass and stuck out his hand, “I’m Cameron. Everyone calls me Sunshine. Tonight’s supposed to be all about remembrancing, but I don’t remembrance you, and I’ve been here a long time.” He smiled something soft and bright, then pointed at the drink on the table. The pinkish liquid awaited Emerson. “Well go on, tell me what you think of Pinkberry! No pressure, but I worked very hard to invent this entirely new berry. Be gentle on my feelings.”

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cherryflav0urs​:

Cherry couldn’t help but chuckle at this sunshine personafide, describing his outfit while they nervously plicked at the hem of their own dress. They’d heard of Queen Lace’s annual Day of Remembrance, and were excited that they were here for it. Though they did feel more awkward than they probably should. Everyone here knew everyone else here, but she was an unfamiliar face, in town for just under two months. 

Taking a sip from her cup, she nodded her head as he spoke, another laugh at “gay Walker Texas Ranger vibe, their drink threatening to spray out their nose. Giving a little spin in her dress, she shrugged, “This years fashion doesn’t really count as dressing in vintage does it?” Softly smiling at the mention of what this whole event was about, the brunette took a longer drink from their cup before lowering it and fidgeting with the lip. “My parents, actually. They lived here for about fifteen years before I was born, so them, yeah.”

“Oh hey, so you’re kind of like a belated boomerang. They were here and now you’re here. Have you met Bianca yet?” he took another sip of whatever the rosy pink thing was drinking was. It was sweet, which always meant he’d have a stomach ache later. But it was good. “You would know if you’d met her, she’s kind of like a very pretty wolverine. I’m not convinced she can’t grow claws out of her nails to murder you with. But she’s like you. She’s here, parents, aren’t, living in their house. So you guys got that in common. You should say hi!” He craned his neck up and around, looking like a periscope for the Regina George of Queen’s Lace. He didn’t seem to find her though, which made a pouty frown cross his face. “Ah well. Maybe she’s not here yet. You know, fashionably late. I, for one, just prefer to be fashion. In my...mom...jeans.” He coughed, patting his thighs and smiling that thousand kilowatt smile again. “But neither here nor there! If you are new to Queen’s Lace then you deserve a tour! Now, this is not just any tour, it is a special Long Distance Tour!” He fanned his arms in appropriate grandeur. “Because we’re hiding from the mayor so we can’t leave the church.” He offered his elbow to Cherry, gentleman style with his hand flat-palmed against his own stomach. When he spoke again his voice sounded like an elderly british butler. “If the lady would please, I would be delighted to point between slats in the boards covering the windows at random directions and tell you where things exist. Perhaps tomorrow you will even remember the directions!” Then he dropped the butler voice, doing one skip-step like he was a horse ready for the races. “Let’s go!”

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“Remembrancing the Rememberers”

Cameron’s Remembrance Day look is all vintage or borrowed from people older than him. He’s wearing a shirt from his dad’s closet with the sleeves cut off, his mom’s cropped jeans (and colorful socks), and a pair of worn leather boots he snagged from the thrift store. He tops it off with his dad’s old badge attached to his belt, and a bandana from his own closet, to remember himself. What do you mean Remembrance Day isn’t about having a costume? Yes it is!

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OPEN starter at the Remembrance Day church party. [Event 1]

“You mean you didn’t dress up?” Cameron did a small turn on the spot, “Everything I’m wearing is vintage baby! I’m remembrancing!” He smiled wide, and began to point at various pieces of clothing. “Dad, Dad, these jeans are actually my mom’s, but they fit really good. And these boots are actually from the resale shop, so they are remembrancing somebody.” Cameron smiled again, wiping a hand against his nose, sniffling a bit. “After all, any party can be a costume party if you try hard enough. I kinda got this like, gay Walker Texas Ranger vibe going on tonight.” He did a couple poses like he was modeling for GQ, then burst into small peals of laughter as all his tension melted into bouncing shoulders. “Who or what are you remembrancing this evening?” He asked, once he recovered, then took a big swig of whatever colorful drink was in his wine glass.

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Cameron “Sunshine” Keller

*  gavin casalegno  ,  male  , he/him  ,  24  .  don't  suppose  you've  seen  cameron keller  around  anywhere  ?  i've  been  meaning  to  return  their  stuffed stitch doll  ,  and  tell  them  i  listened  to  saturday sun  by  vance joy  that  reminds  me  of  them  .  i  swear  they're  reminding  me  more  and  more  of  wide smiles and bright laughter, seriously trying to win at children's games, the scent of salt and sunscreen, confidently shouting a dumb idea, and "but doctor, I am pagliacci",  each  time  i  see  them  .  hey  ,  if  you  happen  to  see  them  ,  give  me  a  call  .  especially  if  they're  acting  a  little  repressive  ,  but  if  they're  acting  too  energetic  ,  that  warrants  a  worry   from  me  ,  too  .  with  everything  going  on  in  town  ,  i  just  want  them  to  be  alright  .  [  penned  by  cory  ,  30  ,  he/him  ,  cst  .  ]

THE BASICS

Name: Cameron Keller [ CAM - run | KELL - er ] Nicknames: Sunshine, Cam, Kelly, Keller, Calvin Klein, CK Birthdate: April 7th (Aries) Gender: Cisgender Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Human

THE FEATURES

Height: 6′0″ Hair Color: Dirty Blonde Eye Color: Blue/Green Piercings: None Tattoos: None Scars: 5 [Right Wrist, Right Knee, Right Forearm, Left Ankle, Left Foot] Prominent Features: Curly Hair, Wide Smile, Big Mouth, Memorable Eyes, Long Legs

THE PERSONALITY

Aesthetics: Shining Blue Eyes, Rooms Where You Can't See The Floor, Laughter Easy like Breathing, Rapidly Thumping Your Knee, Stuffed Animals and Comfy Crashes, Saying Yes to Everything, Full On Bodypaint for Sports Games, Messing Up on Purpose to Make You Feel Better, A Slowly Growing Excited Grin, Getting Over-Competitive at Simple Games, Doing Things Because They Are Someone Else's Favorite, The Scent of Salt and Sunscreen, Enthusiastically Offering a Bad Idea, Not Knowing How Chairs Work, Desperately Needing People to be Happy, Where Did Your Shirt Go?, Weird Documentaries at 2am, Constantly Losing Your Phone, Drawing Attention so You Aren't Nervous, Clothes That Pass the Smell Test, A Fish in the Water Swimming Effortlessly, The Crunch of Fried Food, “But Doctor I Am Pagliacci” Primary Motivation: To Save People from Sadness Secondary Motivation: Finding Someone Who Will Take Care of Him Enneagram: Type 9 (The Peacemaker) ++ Positive Traits: Selfless, Playful, Energetic, Protective -- Negative Traits: Repressive, Forgetful, Over-Competitive, Toxic Positivity Cameron, frequently called Cam for short or just Sunshine altogether, is a relentlessly dopey and positive force on the surface. Everyone staring at the outside will notice that he seems unruffled, untouchable, and just completely silly and laughable and happy. Cameron makes jokes, wants to have fun, and often presents somewhat childishly to his peers. He’s all about everyone having a good time and being friends. It’s almost like he has a psychological need for things to be fun and light. Thus the name, Sunshine. Cameron is often described as Sunshine in a Bottle or some equally idyllic name. His friends, especially his introverted friends or the eagle-eyed, might notice that his laughter and smiles have a purpose. Cameron is endlessly self-effacing in order to keep attention off of people who don’t want it. Did you spill your drink? Well, Cameron is likely to knock over the whole cooler, or suddenly suggest that everyone go skinny dipping so that nobody is looking while you clean yourself up. His antics are usually a way to either break tension or divert attention in order to manage the mood of the groups he is in. He’s constantly in protective mode. He also is willing to go to nearly any length to cheer people up. He’ll do the things that are comfortable for you, that are your favorite, that brings you joy, and he’ll never once even consider his own feelings on the matter. His reward is his friends feeling better. Being happy. In fact, those closest to Sunshine know that he is self-destructively repressive. He constantly represses how he is feeling, because someone else deserves his attention more. Someone is in greater need than him, so he doesn’t need anyone to know he is sad. Instead he plasters on the fake smile and does something silly and everyone assumes he is okay. He also is severely co-dependent. Cameron prefers to be part of a group and will often suppress his desires in order to fit in. Sure he’ll go to that movie you like. Sure, he’ll follow your plan. Yes, he’ll join that sports team and give it all despite not caring about volleyball. Cameron hates being alone and will become whatever shape he needs to be in order to be friend-shaped. Thus, “but Doctor, I AM Pagliacci!” Cameron is the good time guy that is no good to anyone if he lets them see he also has real problems. So he doesn’t. But deep down, Cameron wishes somebody would take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else.

The Stuff You Need to Know

Cameron lives at home with his mother. His father passed away from a “heart attack” when he was young. It was the first big sadness in his life that Cameron just...bounced off of. It’s likely where his “push it down and smile so nobody worries” attitude really came from. This means that he’s also never really dealt with the death of his father, since it is currently sitting at the bottom of a mountain of personal issues he is yet to address. Author’s Note: Cameron’s father was a local cop who likely died from supernatural causes, but his death was simply ruled a heart attack. His body was “cremated” so who knows if that’s even him in there? Plotting possibilities exist. Just like he does for his friends, Cameron put his own desires to the side when his mother was diagnosed with COPD a couple years ago. He came back home to Queen’s Lace after finishing a single year of college, and has been taking care of her ever since. Cameron didn’t want to burden his only other sibling with caring for their mom, so he stepped up to the plate. He took a job around town that’s pretty flexible in case a medical emergency comes up and has been here ever since. He’s been taking online courses to further his degree while he’s here, planning on moving out of Queen’s Lace after his mom eventually passes away. All the while pretending that everything is totally fine. Being the only ray of sunshine in his mom’s life, and a lot of his friends’ constant counselor, means he can’t break down. Not yet.

The Stuff I Wanna Do

Give him a best friend(s). Preferably someone local to Queen’s Lace. Cameron’s lived here his whole life, so having a childhood best friend is high on my list. Diapers to Driving kinda best friends. The ride or die. The person who knows all the shit Sunshine’s been through. I’m also down for a more recent best friend, someone who only met him after he came back from college roughly 5 years ago. Someone who he likes to hang out with precisely because they don’t know much about him. Someone who doesn’t get past the Sunshine veneer too often. Having both would be intriguing. New Friend v Old Friend drama? Lesgo! Give him the introvert(s) he protecc. Cameron’s modus operandi is to make a fool of himself to make people either feel better, or to take the heat off introverts who are uncomfortable in social situations. So I’d love if he had an introvert that he could reliably do this for. Bonus points if they know he’s doing it. Maybe he did something once when they were especially down in the dumps and that cemented some kind of bond for them both. Cam likely drags them into social situations with promises like “don’t worry I got you. I’ll be your screen.” Give him a will-they-wont-they/love interests. Cameron is a virgin. He doesn’t advertise this fact, but he’s always been too busy taking care of everyone else to really have a love life. He does, however, flirt with just about anyone, and has kissed a ton of people. He loves to kiss people, and he’s equal opportunity, so men, women, and nonbinaries alike can all get some of his affection. So I’d love to find someone that he dated for a while, who maybe wanted more from him but he couldn’t give it, and they did the will-they-wont-they thing for a bit but it ultimately didn’t work out. Give him a work-buddy. Right now my brain says he works for like a cleaning/power washing company, but I’m extremely flexible on that job. So plotting up some kind of work buddy would be great. The job does need to be fairly flexible, or the work buddy has to cover for him often, because his mom is medically fragile so he has to drop stuff somewhat frequently to go check up on her. Extra points if, in their job, they’ve seen some weird shit they have had to rationalize, and then when the supes hit the fan both friends are like “YO! That’s what that was!!” Do Bad Things to Him. Obviously I’m bringing the sunshiney smiley boy into a supernatural horror mystery. So I’m expecting him to get shredded as a result of the RP. Getting turned into a vampire would be WILD for his character arc, but also just general death and trauma would be good character development. Trying to crack his sunshiney exterior and force him to deal with some real shit would be awesome. It could also lead to him having to deal with all the other sadnesses that he’s neglected. Or it could lead to him retreating behind the Sunshine veneer super hard and raise some red flags for all his friends who are realizing somethings wrong. Dad’s (and Mom’s??) Supernatural Connection. Cameron’s dad was a cop who died when he was like 6. Long enough ago that Cameron can’t remember his dad’s voice kind of stuff. Dad’s death was written as a “heart attack” and his body got cremated (so no evidence), although again, I’m flexible and we can change that to “injured in the line of duty” or something like that to make it fit a nice plot. Point being, his dad’s death was likely foul play and I’m willing to use that for a good connection if your supernatural muse was around Queen’s Lace roughly 17-18 years ago. Mom suffers from COPD, and I’m pretty firm on that diagnosis (but always shoot your shot if you wanna do something with long-term compulsion triggering seizures or something instead). I think it’s just a result of smoking, but like, could it be that a supernatural somehow caused it? Or something that she saw drove her to start smoking which eventually caused it? This one is a little harder to connect to than Dad, but the option is out there.

[kellersunshine]

i seek to be warm for the sake of others because my life has always been winter 

[kellersunshine]

A Cameron in his Natural Habitat