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Between Lux’s gang not giving me exclusives, and my Dad, like, totally cutting me out of the 'As Told By Teller Office' investigation… This little reporter is getting bored! So, here’s something fun! Me, Marissa, and my brand new assistant - Miss Kelly Brown - are going to be running a little Gossip Mill from Clarissa’s Corner today! Reblog this post if you feel like participating, but don’t forget to send fellow Cherriots fun little prompts too! Oh - and always leave your gossip here at Clarissa’s Corner for our perusing! We always, like, love receiving new leads!

✧ — ⋆    aol prompts !

send  🍸 for  a  tipsy AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  😳  for  a totes embarrassing AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  👅  for  a  v  flirty  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😱  for  a  freaked out  AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  ✨  for  a  spooky  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😡  for  a supes mad  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😬  for  a  worried  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😢  for  a  v sad  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😁  for  an ecstatic  AOL message from  my  muse !

s̶̨̤̼̥̜͍̘̲̜̩̳̹̣̽̌̈́̂̂̌̂͒͛ȇ̴͇̮̄͆̕͠n̴͉̝̯̣̲͙̈́͌̂͆̍̀̀̅̎̆͆̋͠d̶̛͇͉͈͙͇̯͕̺̦̣̟͂̃͐͆̑͋̆̈́̽̇̕͝ ̸͈̠̣̞̙͓̤͔̞̯́̂́̾͐̄͘̚͜ 👁️ ̸̛̜̠̆͆̊͋͋̌͛̇̊̑̚͝f̷͙̼̝͚̫̌̑ö̷̡̨̝̦͉̠̲̬̺̖̝̝̰͎̰͗́̃̓̇́͆́́̊̔̕͠r̵͓͇̬̹͗̎̊̒͆͆̍̎͆̈́́̿͋͝ ̷͈͍̫̞͔̜̖̱̻̪̙̖̟͉̌ ̸̢͕̭͛̈́͌̾̓̇̎̒̕ă̵̧̺̯̳̺̩̪̫̭̲͎̼̤͗͌̇̾ ̵̡̛̻̮̥̳̥̭̞͔͕͎̱̀̈́̈́̓͗̓̌̑͗̔͋̿̄͜͝ ̵̡̪̹̗̓͐̓̅͂͐̃̿͑̆̃͛̈͋̕n̸̝͍͕̲̻̼̼̺͙͐̏̆̓̐̈́̽̏ͅi̸̬͚͓̦̺̻̇̅̃̇͒̀̾͐̄̌̈̇͠g̸̨͎̘͔̥̜͓͓̲̉̇̆̑̀͑̎͒̚͝ͅh̴̩̀̈́͗̀̒̈̽t̷̨̛͎͇̲̤̯̬̎͂̏̇̌͝m̷͉̻̥̳͈͖̬͓̞̎̌̅́́̀̈́͒͘͝ạ̵̡̨̰̝̲̍̏́͑͑̿̓̋̿͜ŕ̴̡͖̖̩̟͉̞̞͎̠̘̻̦̤͆́̂͋̿̎̈ȋ̵̢̱̠̝̖̼̬̣̙̼͎͚̙̬́͒̌͊̓̽̌͌̚͜ș̸̨̯̱͍͉̞͚̣̇̿͋̈́̈́̾̓͜͝͠ḩ̵̢̨̙̬̜̟̦̫̫̖̹̈́̄̔̇̊̾̀̚͘͘͜͝͝ͅ ̶̧̛̜̪̤͎̬̹̪͓̪̣̑̎͝ͅA̸̡̬̘̻̬̜̘̙̿́́͑̀̍́̏̌̿̈̒̐̔͠O̵̖̙̗̰̜̮̮̝̺̪̥͔̤͔͊L̴̯̞̳̖͖̀̍̋ ̶̛͓͋̅̈́͂̚͘m̵͔̜̺̆ę̵̨̥̳̟̘̜̗̠̳̰̹̊͑̇͋̈́̿̽̆͗̒͗̑̐͘s̷̨̡̡͙͍̺̦͖̩̬͖͓͕̍͆̀ͅs̷̢͓͈̺̜̣͕̩̥̅̊̉͒̊̏̏̕ͅá̵̧̨̖̦̥̙̦͓͒͛͂̃̕͜ǧ̶̨̞͍̝̠̩̘͚͓̠̚̕ȩ̴̨͈̳̃̄̀́̀̅̽̃̈́̓͒͌͘̚ ̴̛̬̯̽͛͌̉͛̄̾̋̑͝ͅf̸̩̜̤̘͓̞͕̤̱͍͈̙̱̮͝ͅṙ̴̟̙̘͕̯̹̱̤̭̉̐̑̾͐̊̀̒̒̿̐̎o̶̬͕̅̆̎̇̎m̶̨̢̧̙̖̫͇͍̳̠̔͌͌́̈́̋̆̓̕ͅ ̷̨͍̜̯̼̺̘̟̩̲̤̊̾͗̋̐͜͜ ̸̢̙̣͇̘̘̬̰͈̩̺͎̩̞̅̓̾̊͒̐̑̈́̚͝m̸̡̢͙̜̦̗͇̤̙̊̅͗̿̈͝ͅy̴̡̹̥̝̪̣̮̟̰͎͔͛̓́̐̄́̒̌͑̔̂̌͘͝ ̸̛̛̮̒̓̈́̐̃ ̷̨̢̥̘̬̝͇̳͕̼͓̼̓̽ͅm̵̡̛̠̬͑͛̆̇́̊͑͛͘̕̕̕͝͠u̸̜̘̘͉̯̪̗͋̉̆͆͛͐́̍̋̏̀͘͝s̷̡̧̛̮̝̙̦͎̺̤̈́͆̍̌̀͑̿̃̀̏͜͝͝͝e̷̹̩̦̥͍͚̼̝̖̼̫͎̖͌̎̂̃̎̏̐̈́̊̀̋̎͝ ̷͖̜͖͉̭̮͚̈̅͘͘!̴̨̥̤͙͖̥̥͙̫̖̓͋̓̍͜ͅ

s̷̡̟̥͉͈̞͉̏̔̊͗͆̀͗̆̽͗̾̽͝ë̷̘̥͕̜̙̜͔͕̟̹̻̘͔̰̳̾́͒̎͛̈́͂́͑͝n̵̹͚̩̈́̍ͅd̸̺͓̫͎̬̾͆̀́̑́̇̅̈́͋̚͘͝ ̷̢̳̲̗̞̫̩͉̪̔́͌̎̇̄͝ ̴̦͎͓͚̅͂̈́̀̽͆̓̂͛̓̄̀͜ 🔪 ̶̛͕͇̺͓͚̻̤̬̼̜̘̪̦͛͠ͅ ̵̮͌̑͜͜f̷͖̬̮̓̋̏̐̎̄̃̾́̍̏̄̓͝͝o̵̺̺͎͊̊̇͂́̈́̅́̾̉͊̔̃r̵̢̧̝̣̫̙̤̖̬͕͛͂̎ ̸̢̛̞̺͓͆̏̃͊́̈́͊̈́̉̋͘ ̶͔̓͊̍͐͗̌ͅḁ̸̾̀̓ ̵̼͆͘͜ ̸̧̨̠͚̰̰̊̈́͌̆͑̃͆̉̈̍̾̉̔̓̋h̵̛̺͚̬̘̍̃̄̈̀͊̀̈̌͛̚̕̚ő̵̢̳͎̲̭̳̻̼̘̰͇̼͛̎͌̅̾̈́̑s̸̡̢̙̪͕̟̯̤͚̩͍̳͓͈̃̈́̒̀͋̚͜t̸̡̧̡͇̞̗̱̱̰͓͇͈̄͋ỉ̸̢̞̟͖̙̟̪̫͑̿̀́̀̐̀̈͗̋͌͘͜͝l̵̨̹̥͎͊̉́̄̒̓̈́̉͑̑͛͗ē̵̼͇̙̘̩̹̣̱̞͇ͅ ̴̧̢͖̼̖̩̲̥̬̹̱̺͈́̊̎̓̊̀̃̈́͋̉̇͝ͅA̸̡͕̟̺͉̤̹͖̦̗̭̝͕̙̟̋̀͐̂̑́̚Ö̵̢̨̝͚͓̺́͒͛͜Ļ̴̡̠̼͙̰̲̱̗̹̜̮̬̞̏̄͊̿ ̷̯͙̝̈̀̈́̃̍m̴̧̜̖̬̭̦͚̙͚̞͍̏͂̀͋̏͝͝ͅê̴͓̞̮͚͈̦̹̺̪̮̖̜̰͓s̴͇̑̕s̴̗̈́̃̈́å̷̡̤̠͔̹̪͚͍̤̆̉͊̿̅̈̓́̏͠g̸̨̛̣̫̖̗͍̃̐̈͌͋͊̒̅̏͝ȩ̵̡̢͔̳̬̦̰̰͇̪̙͔̣̒̃̈́̀͂͌͆̊̈́̌͗͜͠ ̵͉̥̈̋͆͆̇̕f̵̯͐r̵̨̢͎̰͓̯̩̟̩͎͙̭̮̳̻͗͊ǫ̷̛͔̯̠̼̱̙̯͇̤̘̲̑̀̌̈̆͋̋̄͛̈̈́͌͝͝ṁ̵̢̼͕̘̞͙͚͉̯͕̳̮̜̲͊͑͆̐̒̄̍͊̚ ̴̞̮̙̊̏̇̾̀̂̑͛̏̒͌͌̀͝ ̸͖̮͖̻̞̪̳̙̙͓͚͇͗͒̿͗͐̒́̎͘m̵̩̐͊͂̿́̒̓̈́̑̚͝͠y̶͕̥̫̩͙͑̅̃̌͜ ̴̘̹̻̫̗̣̿͌́̆͑͛̑̓͊̌͘͘͘͝ ̷̨͖̬͎̼͔̀m̷̧̡̰͎̺̬̠̜͖̥̔̃̅͛̾̓ụ̴̫̼͍̺̼͙̰͈͍̪͚͔̀͗̈́̌̒̿͊̕͘͜ͅs̴̩̎̋̐̑̃é̷̱͉̟̐̒̌͠ ̷̢͎͎̪͍͙̠̠͒̋͐̐͗̾̽̒̊̓͒͜!̴̛̪̟͙͕̼̳̠̝͔̦̉̋̏̂̓͂̅̿̀͝

s̸̩̝͙̬͖̘̜̰̖̙͒̽̄̾̃͆̂͊̈̚͜ͅe̸̡̡̨̠͙̺͉̳͍͙͙̪̱̫̊͛̍̇̒̈́͠n̴̪̙̎̾͑́̃͆̽̆d̶̮̦͍̭̳͍̙̫̑̐͋̐͘̕͜ ̶̨̡̞̦͙̪̮̟̅̌̉́̉ ̶̛̣̳̭͛̃̅́́̾͘͝ 🔥 ̴̢̳̰̺̪̜͕͔͍͛́ ̶̬̯͈̄̒̀̋͗̐̊̇͆͋̈́́̈́̚͝f̷̨̡͓̺̙̗̥̙͉̰̹͍̝͆ó̸̟̩̤͉͑̓͌̀r̴͓͙̯̳̩̱̟̣̞̮͍͛͒́̂̒͋̏͊̀̀̓̾̒̕͠ ̸̧̻̫̦͎͔̤̣͍͔̓̈́̈̿̆̓͆̇̍͜͜ͅ ̵͇͊͂̀̉̑̊̃̓͗̏͋͝a̵͕͖͋̽̎̅̃̐̌́̋̑͝͠͠n̷̩̩̲͕̼̗̹̬͋̉̏ ̸̧̨̹̲̤̦̟͙̳̲͈͇̭̉̽̉́̌̾̔̈̓̓͘a̵̛̼͔͔̓̏́͛̓̀̉͘l̷̛̘͈͆͋́͌͆͘͘͝m̴̨̧̹̤̺̥̦̾̊͂̐͛̃ǫ̷̛͙̳̜̙͔̗͎̦̠̟̙͔͐̉͂̌̄̀̽͋̄̕̕̚͠͝s̷̻͕̚ͅt̶̪̉̃̋̌ ̸̙̘̩̭̪̪̠̜͔̈̆́̈͑̈́̐̓̆̃́̀̔͐̚ĉ̵͉̝̥̯̠̳̺̫͕̙̳̖͕̉͐̌̀͗̀̈́͋̒͊͒̚̕͜͜͝ŗ̷̣̻̥͇͔̬͉̟͇̮̲͇̤͛́̓̓ȋ̷̧̝̻̙̰̥̪̟̃̋̈́͛̃̕͝͝ͅṁ̸̧̖̯̩̹̹̤͇̞̳̗̀̔̈́͌͂͆͂̍͛͝ị̷̦̖͚̝͚̫͚̙͐̆̈́̂̊̃͛̋̈́̓̈́̕͝ń̸̨̹̘͉͍̰̬̜̮͓͉̠͊͌ͅa̷̧̛̩̓́͒l̶͇̰̯͕̩̞͔͍͉͈̲̩͍̿̄̌͐̓̔͌͐͊̏͘ ̷̘̥̯̖̝̘͇̩͉͋͜ͅ ̷̲̫̺̜͙̭̓̂͆̂͜Ă̸̭̈̌̈͑͗͌͌̍̐͋̀̅̕͠ͅƠ̷̗͙͍̖͇̯̠͙̫̪̫̺̎̀͒̒̓́͊̕͝L̵̫̰͙͎̳̩͍̞̟͖̣͍͒̏͑̋͊ ̶̞̗̥̮͈̃̓̀̈͗̋̄̾͠͠͝m̷͇̩̰̭͈͙̱̬̯̈́̎̏̑̂̾͊͌̅͆̈̚͝ͅę̸̧̞̰̘̹̬̮̩̭͎͉̳̞̅̐̌s̸̼͔̼̪͕̜̲̤̳͍̹̑̆̀̚ͅș̶̬̜̜͕̼̳̖̣̙͂͌̐͗̌̑̏̿̔͆̓̏͝͝a̴̢̛̠̻̪͔̼̹͙̤̓̀̈́̏ͅg̵̡͛̓̐̐̈́̽e̶̛̞̭̼͕͒̏͛̈̐̄̓̎͒̈́͘ ̵̞͔̦̙̝͓͚̙̼͑̉̇͋̾̑͛̆̃̏̕͝͠f̶̨͚͑͂̿͌̔̂͘͜͝ͅͅr̶̛̼͓̠͇̳̜̤̯̭͇̬̓̇̔̍͌̇͑̍̎̃̑͝o̷̢̥͙͕̪͆͑̏̋̂̌͂ͅm̴̢̧̛͓͕̒̃̃̽̾̐̇̎͘͝ ̷͚̱̩͕̠̟͍͍̮̝̬̀̑͐̾̀͝ ̵͇̦͋͋̎̚m̷̞̬̳̮͙͙͖̮̮̣͈̦͙̋͆͌̎̔̅͋͂̒͘y̴̫͎̩͊̿͐ ̴͇͖̼͈̖͕͍̼̤̏̎̐̈́̔̈̅̔̐̿̉͒̽̕͝ ̷̨̨͉̲̖̬͔̟̻̹̻̌͐̀̾̅m̴̹͉̮͙̦̭̐̌̚u̷̜͎͙̩̣͉̯̻̮̖̐̃̅͗̕͠ͅs̴̗̯̫̲̱͖͕̤̠̋̊̋e̴̳͇͗̐͂̆̕͝͝ ̷̻͐̎̄̓̔͒̔̈̈́͒̍͌̎̂͝!̵̨͇̣̺̏̈́̇̌

s̴͓͚͆͒̃̓̏̕ȩ̵͕̱͙̻̅͌ͅn̸̢͇͈̩͖̜̗̻̩͉̭͔̯̦̂̅̽̾͋̿̅̉͛̈́͝͠ḏ̶̡̡̧̡̺̲̰̠͔͈̘͇̾͐ ̴̨̑̓̋̕ ̶̨̨̳̗͓̘̀̆̃͒̋̒͘͜ 💀 ̴̨̢̞̦̠̠͔̟̩̞͈͓̒́͑̐͆̔͌̏̔̈́̒̐͗͛ ̴̨̬̘̻̼͓͈̰̭̦́̀̿̓̓̓̋͆̈̈́̀̑̆̕͘͜f̵̺̳͙̤̲̙͖̎̄̋͂̂̓͌͜ͅơ̶͇̱̪̺̮̖̪̏̓͌̾̈́̐̍̀̆̊̚͜r̶̝̃ ̴̨̺̙̬̦̗̹̖̏͛̇̆̒̇̽͠͝ͅ ̴̺̟̦̐̈͐̍̾͊͆͊̚a̶̢̝̯̪̱̓̈́̅̒̎́̃̕͠ͅ ̵̧̛͈̠̭͕̱̪̝̉́͒̅̎͑͋̅̆̕͘ ̴͍͕̱͂̅̔̒͋͜͝l̸̨͉͓͉͓̐͊͝ậ̴̢͇͖̹̝̝̲̬̥̹͉̟̄͜͜ṡ̴̢̛̙̗̝̤̬͖̞͇̺́̐͌̒̔͘ţ̷̠͉̖̯̥̫̱̘̌̾͋̈́̈́͑̋̂́̈͆͠ͅ ̶̧̗̝̯́ͅ ̷̨̛̛̫͇̖͛͒̅́́͊͆͐͝A̵̡̬̠̳̫̟͙͑̈́͝ͅỌ̸͉̉͐̾͂̃͝ͅL̴̨̛̛̦͎̻̝̹̅ ̷̤̒́̓̊̒̄m̵͎̍̑͆́̐͊̐͝͝ͅȩ̴͓̪̳͎͇̜̺̞̻͔̃̏̆͑͝ͅs̴̟͉̿̉͠s̴̞̞͓̠͚̑̈͌̋̏͂͛̾͐̔̈̃̚͠ä̷̧̡̯͚̯́͠g̵̡̨̛̬̣͎͍͔̬̘̝̥̮̖͑͒̄̓̿͂̅̃̉̂̀͋e̵͕̥̓̓ ̶̫̄͆̏̊̒̐͛̒͆̐̎̍̏̈́̚f̷̘̕̕ͅr̴͍̻͖̻͔͕̣̰͓̞̙̫͈̿̓̑̃̃̆͐̑͋̆́̅͛͐̕͜ͅo̴̻̗̪͍̎͛̍̎̍͋̂͆̃̽͘m̷̦͖̗̥͗̾̆̌̄̐͒̎̽̉̈́̚͜ ̴̨̦͙̙̜͉̗͙̌ ̷̡̥͈͍̲͕̮͖̮̝̮̈͌̋̋͗͒̓̀͛́͊͝m̶̛̫̹͔̜̎̀̀y̵̭̥̭̻͈̘͎̝̘͇̜͛̒̾̎͆͌̿͗ͅ ̸̘̺̼̘̩̲̳̙͉̮̝̣̜̥͓͛̓͊̍̽̆̽̔̐̒͠͠ ̸̡̖͇͔̼͓̞̟̙̬̱̮͓̜̆͐̈́̿͜͝m̵͕̺̥̔͋̓̇͊̚͜ų̴̰̜̳͈͖͚̳̫̆̓̉̇̈́̀͑̽̀̇̔̓͜s̵̛̥̟͒̀̿̒̍̔̊̔̀̕e̵̯͓͍͕̪̙̞̍̓̂̂̚ ̴̨̞͚͕͇̳̩̣͇̊̀!̵̨̘͚̬̮̼̤̺̗̗̹̥̦̈́͐͋̿̄̕͜͝͝ͅ

s̸̨̛͈̮̤̰͍͎̰̯̬̦͒̂͌̍́́̊͐̀̕͜͝e̷͓͓̓̓͜n̵̰̠̻͓͔̥̄̍̏̽̓͆́̑͊̔̏̀̉̇̚ḑ̴̣̲̰̳͈̩̰̖̤͔̫͇̼̾͛̔͛͂͐̐̉̆́͜͝ ̵̧̪̠͓̲͔͔̻͎̲̭̘͉̟̼̄͊͐͐̐͋̽ ⚠️ ̷̼̯͕̔͑̐ ̸̧̨̨̲͔͖̲̖̮̗̩̘̌̾ ̴͙̻̬̗̺͎̐̀̐͘͝f̸̢͙̼̖̜͕͎̠͎̲̞̃̿͜ơ̵̡̛̪̱͑͊̏͗̉̀̄̿̑͋͘r̸͙̩̬̰͊̽͒̾̋̀̆̚͠ ̶̡̨̦̹͙̰̦̱̬͙̯̮͗ ̸̮̱̗̫̰̮̘̱̱̙̈́̉̊̚͝å̴̱͍̺̜̼͕̔͒̊͒̃̀́̾͊͑̀̓͠ ̸̨̭̯̳͚̠̺̃͜ ̵̜̮̖̣̥̥̟̤̝͖̤̿͊̋͛͒̐̂̍̎̅̚͝t̵̙̥̃̓̽́̌̉̿́̈́̈́͛̈́ị̷͉̼̖̈́́̊̈m̴̙̎͐̀̆̌͋̐̉̕͠͠͝ȩ̶̩͉̤̻̺͇̟̹͚͔̙͈͎͖͊̉̀̂̉̐̏͒͝ ̴̧̰̺̬̫̖̝̭̹͇͓̻̼̋͐͑͛̀͌͆́͋̆̏́͠ͅw̶̛̮͓̪̱̘̝̠̮̫͎͓̺͎̼̍̾̂͐̆̏̐̉͑̉̈́á̴̬̦͔͕̲͔͔̘̼́͌r̴̢͔̱͓͉͇̳̠̝̭͖͕̓̐̅͂͆̓̏̋̌̒͘̕͜͜͝p̴̧̡̳̩͉̘͙̝̫͇͕̲͕̰̏͂̀̍͒́͊̅̂͗̒͘͝ ̵͔̠̹͒̑̒̕͠ ̷̛͙̐̉̈̂́͂͐̓͆̕Ą̷͍̭̻̪̖̖̤̈́̉̿̽̔̿͂̾͒͗̉̎̚Ö̷̳̝́L̴̢̰̠͈̒̆͆͛́̍̒̿̍̈́͑̏̂͆ ̵̧̢͖̭̮̮̬̲͉̲͓̖̋̾͋̒̿̕m̷̛̙̘̖̈̀͊̈́̊̔͝͠e̵͈͒̋̾͊͂̍̓̅̊͋̃͌̾̎͜͝s̷̱̯͓͚̹̳͌̄͑̍̽s̵̙̉̾̊͌͐͐̂͛͠͝͠͝a̴̛͒̈̎͑̈͆̏̄̄͘̕͝͝��̠̞̹̘̥̲̥̥͖̺̩͖ͅg̷̫̯̟̖͖̖͇͚͇̰̔͆͝ȩ̵̢͇̗̩͖̠̠̤͉̝̼̀͆̾̀̀͛̔̚͝ͅͅ ̶͉̭́͐̏̇̾͋̔́̈͑̇̓̀͋͠f̶̧̨̯̖͈͙͙͙̯͖́͑̈́͛͆ͅṛ̷̘̗̠̞͇͕̭̔͑̐̄̓́̈́͜ǫ̵̨̨̬̮̜̰͈̺̜͇͎̫͇̉̿̓͗͂̈́̔͗̉̉̌̐ͅm̸̨̤͓̻̋̀́̓̃̐̇̑̃͗͒̆̕͠͠ ̷̥̯͉̱̔͂̐̀̈́͝ ̶̢̱̘͖͉̹͓͗́͗͑̂͑̇͊͑̃̌͘͘̚͜͝��̲͔̝̬̥̲ḿ̸̞̠̙̫͆̽̈́͌͒͒͂̓̄̎͂̚͝y̷͔̖̰̯̱̬͓̼͓̹̻͍͉̞̖̆̇͊̄̈̈́̄̊͠͝ ̶̛̙̻̪̰͙̤̺͑̑̈́̿̀͛͗̋͊͐͛̓͘ ̷̖̲̉̑̂̍͒͐̚̚͠ͅm̵̧̟̬̔ų̵̛̛͚̬̟̫̤̬̹̪̪̞̝̯̩̇͌̀̃̋͜͝s̸̡̧̪̩̞̠̤̯̻͙͓̹̟͛̀̍̑̓̂̀̎́̍̎̈́͝͝͝ͅͅe̵̘̭͔͚̦̙̼̮̣̩̅̄̿͒͝ ̶̖͎̮̹̍̀̉͒̐̂̂̅̏̾̑̾͘!̶̢̢̢̤̻̪̰͍̖̻̳̱͚͙̫̔̒̔̿̈́̌̌͌̏̂͐̌͠͝͠

Whoa, that was... weird. Right? Total deja vu. 

I - I think I’m gonna go lie down.

LOST IN TRANSLATION? 

[cherryusa]

welcome to town, WEST VIRGINIA!

JOB: MECHANIC AT THE GARAGE SECRET: USING THE COVER OF HIS FATHER'S SHOP, WEST HAS BEEN STEALING, AND SELLING EXPENSIVE CARS AS A WAY TO BRING IN AN EXTRA INCOME. OFTEN TIMES THIS WONT COME WITHOUT A TEST RIDE AND THE OCCASIONAL STREET RACE THAT HE'S BEEN PARTICIPATING IN FOR YEARS JUST FOR THE THRILLS.

“Are you, like, scared with all of this murder stuff going around?“

"Me? Scared? Clarissa, I feel like you've forgotten who you're talking to." West teased, making a point to flex an arm muscle with one arm while he reached into his pocket to pull out his lighter and light the cigarette that had been sitting at the corner of his lips with the other. "Murder? Christ I can't believe anyone's actually out here believing that shit." West mumbled, as he made a point of running his thumb lightly back and forth over the metal piece of his lighter. He wasn't a huge fan of thinking about the possibility of some sort of psycho killer running around Cherry, but he also didn't hate the idea of it taking some of the heat off of his own operation. "I mean here's the thing. Is it totally impossible? No. Lux knew a ton of people. Anytime you know a ton of people you're likely to have some enemies right? Enemies can make shit messy. But god at the same time we're talking about fucking Lux. I always thought if anyone's gonna go out putting a target on their back that it'd be my little sister. Virginia? Now she is very murderable. Not that I want her to be murdered. I'm just saying she wouldn't make it a challenge. But Lewis? I don't know. Not that suicide really made sense but murder doesn't feel right either."

“How do you feel about Harvard Hargrove’s expansion of the Boardwalk? Do you really think it’s going to help the town grow, or is he gutting everything you love about Cherry?“

"Here's my thing. As long as that man expands away from the beach... Not really my problem. My whole thing is that a Ferris Wheel of all things? Lame as shit. He could have at the very least put another roller coaster in or something you know? Put in a little go-kart track? Something people actually wanna see." West started, as he pushed himself up onto the fence post he'd been leaning against. "Do I think it's going to help the town? I mean it'll probably bring in more tourists, which I guess brings in more money, but that does mean more people on the beach which actually sucks. Do you know how many tourists come in thinking they can surf and end up ruining a perfectly good set? A lot of them. Cherry used to be the perfect place to be one with mother nature. Ever since they started building, slowly but surely, we've got more and more tourists who don't know what the fuck they're doing." West paused as he thought long and hard about the way his argument had changed before holding up a finger. "Second thought. Fuck Hargrove."

"Is it just me, or is it getting seriously boring around here lately? Come on. Tell me your favorite little bit of gossip. I’m desperate for a scoop.”

There was a beauty that came along with working somewhere that often had people bored out of their minds waiting for them to get finished. Boredom more often than not led to loose lips and loose lips meant that West was chalk full of Cherry gossip. "I mean I guess if you'd define boring as teenage suicide slash possible murder, and a blown up carousel.  But if it's the real juicy shit you're looking for I'm good for some. Why don't we play a little game of two truths and a lie. I'll tell you two truths and a lie and you can guess for yourself which one I'm lying about. I can tell you that one of Hargroves receptionists has been sneaking off to take one of Teller's deputies to pound town in the middle of the day when their bosses aren't looking. Or that that kid that works down at the gas station, got a tattoo of his ex girlfriends name spelled wrong on his ass. Talk about a permanent yikes. Last but not least, she'll tell you they're real, but Virginia's definitely been stuffing since middle school to get attention. Take your guess."

[cherrynewsnetwork]

THIS JUST IN, FOLKS - 

The one and only Orchard Shore Boardwalk has invited us all to a sneak peek of the brand new stretch of sand that’s taking Cherry by storm: Carousel Cove! They promise Food, Games, and Fun in the Sun - but local protestor, Sylvia Salt has something more sinister to say on the matter at hand.  “It’s just despicable, you know?” Mrs. Salt scoffs, holding her homemade sign; ‘DOWN WITH HARGROVE, DOWN WITH ORCHARD SHORE!’ painted artfully across it’s surface. “Buying up the town, little by little; raising the prices on rent - tearing down our historic buildings! He says it’s all fun and games, but where does it stop?”  She - along with her daughter, active local protestor Sloane Salt - are two of the many locals intent on stopping the new Boardwalk expansion. Their protest began shortly before the controversial purchase of local landmark Motel Row - a row of motels built in the early 1920′s that used to overlook the beach - and it’s only been ramping up in steam since then.

As the citizens of Cherry know, we rely on tourism to keep those beloved Cherry Blossom’s coming in every year, but as Harvard Hargrove II - beloved Dean of Cherry Coastal University, and owner of the Boardwalk -  puts it, “How could expanding one of our greatest assets, our Historic Boardwalk, possibly be a bad thing for this town? Hargrove Incorporated is investing in Cherry; we are setting this little city up to weather any storm, and while people like Mrs. Salt may not be able to see that yet - I am confident that it’s only a matter of time until she and her lovely daughter begin to see things from our point of view.” 

While choosing sides between the ever growing lines between protestors and Beach-goers is a personal choice, the Cherry Times still welcomes you to celebrate along with the Orchard Shore Boardwalk - or join the protests! 

Orchard Shore Boardwalk’s ‘A Day in Carousel Cove,’ will serve as Cherry’s dash opening event! The Carnival will take place over the course of one day, although the event will stretch from this Saturday AUGUST 14th, until Thursday AUGUST 19th - ending in a series of plot events that will determine quite a few turns our little story will take! 

The dash opens tomorrow at 3pm CST, at which point a list of daily activities will be posted that your character’s can participate in! Also, keep Cherryusa’s open starter rule in mind! Everyone will be expected to post a starter for the opening event. This can be in para, or dash chat interaction, etc - it’s up to you! 

Also keep in mind that this event takes place one week after the events of Lux’s funeral! Everyone should be moved back to Cherry by this point. 

[astoldbyteller]

Between Lux’s gang not giving me exclusives, and my Dad, like, totally cutting me out of the Carousel Cove investigation... This little reporter is getting bored! So, here’s something fun! Me and my brand new assistant - Miss Rebecca Randall - are going to be running a little Gossip Mill from Clarissa’s Corner today! Reblog this post if you feel like participating, but don’t forget to send fellow Cherriots fun little prompts too! Oh - and always leave your gossip here at Clarissa’s Corner for our perusing! We always, like, love receiving new leads! 

✧ — ⋆    aol prompts !

send  🍸 for  a  tipsy AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  😳  for  a totes embarrassing AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  👅  for  a  v  flirty  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😱  for  a  freaked out  AOL message  from  my  muse !

send  ✨  for  a  random  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😡  for  a supes mad  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😬  for  a  worried  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😢  for  a  v sad  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  😁  for  an ecstatic  AOL message from  my  muse !

send  💕  for  a  super sweet AOL message from  my  muse !

[cherryusa]

Here we are again, my wonderful Cherriots! And I’m so happy to say it’s to announce that we’ve finally found the final member of our little gang: our resident HBIC! Congratulations once again to the Cherry Class of ‘98, and to everyone who threw their hat into the ring for this role. It really does mean so much to me that so many people took an interest in my little idea, and I really hope you have all a wonderful time here. Now without further ado...!

the bitch:

ZAHRA JACKSON KHADIJA RED THUNDER, PLAYED BY KIARA

[cherryusa]

PART 1: FROM DUSK ‘TIL DAWN - 

Is anyone really in the mood for partying? Maybe not -   not after Police Chief Kenner’s press conference, but that's never really been enough to stop any of the young people in Cherry from gathering... and especially not this gang of followers and pretenders. 

 From Dusk ‘til Dawn, that’s how long they’ll be on the beach; and though they’ve had countless sleepovers like this before, they all know there’s something different about this one. Maybe it’s the fact that they’ve all grown up - and maybe apart - over the summer. Maybe it’s the fact that they were all, and especially Sloane, just blamed for the Candy Girl’s antics at Carousel Cove.

Maybe it’s the fact that Lux is dead. 

Whatever it is, there’s a strangeness in the air. There’s a feeling in the pit of everyone’s stomach that they can’t quite seem to quell, no matter how much alcohol they sip into their systems. Maybe they should all just go home while they still can: pile into Harvey’s basement or into Zahra’s favorite booth at the Drafthouse. 

They won’t, though. 

Fearless, or just stupid? Maybe that’s up to an individual to decide, but those who knows the Gang best could say it’s something else entirely... a mindless attempt to hold onto something that no longer exists. Whether that’s Lux’s memory, or a taste of their own, lost innocence?

Who knows. 

Either way, they’re on the beach tonight. They’re determined to have fun. 

...But maybe someone else is too. 

ACTIVITIES:

HARVEY’S BIG BEACH BEER PONG: 

Maybe it’s a little sus to bring trash bins and painted soccer balls to the beach just to play a giant version of beer pong,  but being Hargrove’s son and all? That’s never stopped Harvey before! Play one-on-one for the ultimate showdown, or gather up a group to share the wealth, but either way... Everyone’s a winner when they’re playing by Harvey’s rules! 

VIRGINIA’S BEACH VOLLEY BALL:

The net came courtesy of West Virginia - who was very clearly NOT to come by his sister - and though the Virginia’s are the only two who really know the rules to volleyball, they still manage to have fun! ...But maybe that’s because the losing team usually has to take shots. 

SLOANE’S SANDCASTLES: 

Who else would be playing in the sand but our very own resident Artist, Sloane Salt! Is Cherry getting you down? Then hit one of the joints being passed around the pails and shovels, and build your very own castle! Winner at the end of the night gets to sleep in the only tent that was brought to the beach!

THE BONFIRE:

One rule. No wonderwall. 

NOAH AND CASEY’S DRINK PIT:

Keg courtesy of Ronnie Russell, and big hole full of ice courtesy of Noah and Casey ( but mostly Casey ) - the Russell brothers are sure to never disappoint! If beer isn’t quite your style though, don’t worry! There’s definitely going to be bottles passed around the beach all night. 

note: more activities will be coming through the week! 

[cherryusa]

THE BONFIRE - COMING SUMMER ‘98.

Summer is coming to a steadfast end, and with fall rushing in, one Libby Logan has decided that her friends should still celebrate their annual last hurrah with a bonfire on the beach. Jamie Dyer is weary, and so is Rory - everyone else seems content enough with the promise of getting black-out-drunk to attend. One thing is for sure, though: they want to forget. Even if it’s just for a stolen moment. 

They’re no strangers to stoking the fire all night; no strangers to sleeping in the sand. This has been a summer like no other, though... Who’s to say that this little ‘last hurrah,’ won’t truly be their last? 

Cherry’s second event will be a bonfire on the beach. The event will begin tomorrow, Thursday, September 2nd at 8pm CST, and end with a Plot Event that will take place from September 9th - September 12th! Just like the last event, little activities - and even mini plot drops! - will be sprinkled throughout, and for all of those new townies that will be accepted... Who knows! Maybe they’ll get to stop in too! 

[cherryusa]

welcome to town, PILAR HAMILTON!

TRAITS: LOYAL, RUTHLESS CCU: JUNIOR. MAJOR: MARKETING SECRET:  IN HER FRESHMAN YEAR, THE GIRL SHE WAS RUSHING WITH GOT LOCKED OUTSIDE IN HER UNDERWEAR AS A HAZING RITUAL. PILAR HEARD HER TRYING TO GET IN AND IGNORED IT, AND WHEN THE GIRL WOUND UP IN THE HOSPITAL WITH SEVERE PNEUMONIA, PILAR HELPED COVER UP THE INCIDENT.

“How do you feel about Harvard Hargrove’s expansion of the Boardwalk? Do you really think it’s going to help the town grow, or is he gutting everything you love about Cherry?”

“I know people are hesitant, but isn’t that always the way people are with progress? If anything, he’s expanding on what I, and everyone, love about Cherry. It’s not like Cherry is some perfect picture of innocence or whatever people think Hargrove is ruining. It’s quaint, but quaint doesn’t give people jobs, or, like, inspire people to stay longer than it takes to get a degree. I just think we should remember that, if we only ever focused on cynicism and the past, there wouldn’t be a Cherry at all, just some orchards.”

“Okay, like, if you had to recommend one place in town to spend all of your time - what would it be?”

“Not to be totally predictable but I can’t not gush about my Lambda Rho sisters! Obviously not everyone can spend all their time at the Lambda house but, ugh, it’s just such a family. I’ve had some of the best times there - the parties, the fundraisers, the late night gossip sessions, the ice cream-slash-pyjama parties when some asshole dumps one of my girls. There’s honestly nothing like it.”

“So, how do you feel about our little town? Sweetest place you’ve ever been, or too cozy for comfort?”

“Look. I love Cherry, it’s home. I love the people and the community, and I know my family has done the same for basically forever. But the small town charm, well, it only goes so far. There’s a whole world out there with are bigger cities and bigger beaches and bigger opportunities. Like, Cherry isn’t the be all, end all! People are just so obsessed with their nostalgia that they act like it is!”

[cherryusa]

YOU’VE BEEN INVITED TO NOAH RUSSELL’S 19TH HALLOWEEN BIRTHDAY MONSTER MASH !

Welcome, ghouls and all, to the Pit for Noah’s 19th birthday party! He’s never been one for surprises, so we hope you’ve chosen Trick instead of Treat this year as we all duck behind the bar to pull one over one him! Booze will be provided ( unless you’re under 21 and/or happen to be a cop who has found this invitation ) as well as food ( edible at your own risk )! Anyone without a costume or gift for the birthday boy will be turned away at the door! Happy Birthday, Noah! 

ACTIVITIES: 

RONNIE’S COSTUME CONTEST: 

It’s a Pit tradition every year, and being closed down for business this year hasn’t changed anything for Ronnie Russell! Everyone is required to come in costume, so you might as well put some effort in and compete for Ronnie’s grand prize, right? This year, the pot consists of four airplane bottles of Jack Daniel’s ( stolen from Ronnie’s trip to Graceland ), a hand painted portrait of the Clinton’s Cat, Socks, and a VHS copy of Charlotte’s Web, signed by David Duchovny! A coveted jackpot! *PLEASE SEND ALL COSTUMES TO THE MAIN BY NOVEMBER 2nd TO PARTICIPATE IN THE COSTUME CONTEST!*

RORY’S ROOM OF GUTS: 

Eyeballs, intestines, and innards galore! Okay, maybe it’s not quite a “room” as it is a poorly constructed hallway made out of cardboard and tape, but after hours decorating - it could definitely pass for a set piece on a Z-List Addam’s Family set! Reach your digits in through one of the portraits, and get your hands on some ooey-gooey-slimey-and-chewey guts tonight! And if you’re brave enough to dig around a little, you might even find a prize... Though, we’re not so sure we’d consider red-corn-syrup-covered candy bars a prize. 

THEY DID THE MONSTER MA(C)SH: 

Apparently, Leo Walsh had better things to do on Halloween Night, so instead, Mackenzie Walsh  - Cherry’s second best DJ - is spinning the tunes tonight! The dancefloor at the Pit ( if you can even call the open space Ronnie can’t afford furniture for a “dancefloor” ) is the least used part of the room, but with so many young people inhabiting the bar tonight, it’s bound to be Thriller’ed on all night! Ask someone to dance! Or be like the birthday boy, and stand next to the wall all night! Your choice! 

DINNER WITH JACK-O-LANTERN’S: 

Hungry? Head out to the patio for some very edible and human snacks - and while you eat, grab one of the pre-gutted pumpkins on the table and get to carving! The best pumpkin will be gifted with a leftover $4.75 gift card to Cherry Proper, and all runner ups will be lit and displayed on the Pit’s bar until they rot! Happy Halloween! 

DARTS, PINBALL, AND EVERYTHING ELSE THE PIT HAS TO OFFER: 

The Pit is the college kids favorite bar in town for a reason! Like... besides the fact they almost never card. They’ve got a great selection of bar games like darts, a pool table, themed pinball machines, and a pacman machine with an unbeatable high score! If you’re too lame to partake in the actual party activities, why not try to beat it?

[cherryusa]

TASK 003 - THE HARGROVE TAPES. MANDATORY TASK. 

Everyone has been waiting for the sour candies to hit the fan since Club Fair began, but as the CCU students make their way through the day, it seems oddly - and blissfully - Candy Girl free. For now. Dean Hargrove, on the other hand? He’s ready to stir up some trouble of his own.  Tents and plastic tables aren’t exactly ideal offices for the Dean and the student counselors who have all set up shop in Orchard Shore Park, but it’s menacing enough - uncomfortable enough - that the man feels right at home. His campus is still roped off as a crime scene,  there’s pig’s blood splashed over the entirety of the library and the theater, and he’s got a group of kids that just seem to keep fucking with his territory. Does he actually think that some masked villain is terrorizing them? He has reason to believe there is. Does he actually believe it isn’t one of them? Absolutely fucking not.  So, that left one solution: sniff out which one of his son’s little friends was meddling with his business - his town. It shouldn’t be too hard. He had done it before. 

For this little task, you’re going to be interrogated by the mean ol’ dean himself, Harvard Hargrove II! All questions must be answered ( they are all under bullet points ) ; the 6 characters with the most believable stories will gain a perk to help in future plot events. All others will be at risk of being accused by Dean Hargrove. Good luck! The task must be completed by SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2ND! 

“You don’t mind if I record this, do you?” 

Dean Hargrove sets a small tape recorder on the table, like it’s not the most ominous fucking move in the book. He always was a fan of dramatics. 

“So... first the ordeal at the boardwalk, and now my library and the CCU theater are covered in blood. It seems like your name just keeps popping up wherever trouble starts, huh? Now, I’m not here to make you feel like you have any enemies at this school, but you’d have to understand why I’d be a little weary of having troublemakers on campus, wouldn’t you?” He pauses. 

“Let’s start with this… ‘Candy Girl’ nonsense. What do you know about her?” 

“And whose idea was it to throw the party on the beach? You all claim it was supposed to be a small event, but I hear quite the crowd showed up. Who invited them?” 

“Why do you think you got taken to the library/theater? Why not the other location?” 

"You say someone was 'murdered' in front of you… and none of you tried to stop it? Why?"

"You said the last - shall we call it a ‘challenge’? - required you to spill a secret. Insinuates the lot of you are keeping them, doesn’t it? So… what is so sacred to you that someone you're claiming is a psychopath would want you to share it?"

ONLY ANSWER IF YOUR CHARACTER WAS BURIED:

“Why do you think your friends didn’t come after you? Do you resent them for it? Enough to get revenge?” 

[cherryusa]

Hi, everyone! So, like, since we’re so near to the end of the day - and since plot events have all been posted - I think, like, we’re officially going to call this first event finished! It was a total blast, and I seriously can’t believe it all worked out so well. We literally have all of you cuties to thank for it, so... Thank you! For participating, and doing your best, and just being the best group members ever! 

Everyone is welcome to keep their event threads going, but if you feel like starting something new... Totally go for it! A night in Carousel Cove is officially finished - as is the Carousel, yikes! - and all new threads started from this point out should be post Rory-Rescue! Have fun!

[cherryusa]

You guys, omg, I am totes buggin’ about this cast of characters we’ve rounded up! Aren’t they total hotties? Don’t forget to apply for the Bitch if you didn’t make it into this round of acceptances,  but here’s the plan for opening!

FRIDAY, AUGUST 13th: 

Our story will begin on the day of Lux’s funeral. The Gang will have their first interaction with the Candy Girl through a Mini-Main-Event plot on Discord! Afterward, the Cherry-Wide AOL chat will open to the Gang, which they can start to use to talk to each other after the funeral. The time in which this takes place will be determined by poll in the group’s Discord chat. 

SATURDAY, AUGUST 14th: 

The beginning of Dash interactions will take place a week after Lux’s funeral, when everyone is officially moved back into town. We will begin with an event! Though, that will stay under wraps for another day or two while Em, like, totally pulls together the graphics. The time in which this takes place will also be determined by poll in the groups Discord chat! 

Hope you’re all excited, and make sure to get your blogs in within the next 24 hours! Oh, and message us for the discord link! Toodles! 

ACCEPTANCES FOR ‘THE BITCH’ AUGUST 12th, 4pm CST

[cherryusa]

welcome to town, RILEY RIVERA!

CCU: SENIOR MAJOR: MUSICAL THEATER SECRET: RILEY’S BEEN SLEEPING WITH THE DIRECTOR OF THE CCU THEATER DEPARTMENT IN ORDER TO ENSURE HE HAS THE BEST PICK OF ROLES, EACH AND EVERY TIME AUDITION SEASON COMES AROUND. 

 “Are you, like, scared with all of this murder stuff going around?”

 “Oh, honey, you got no idea,” Riley gasped out. There was a genuine note of fear in the words, hidden behind the tones and drama that the stage demanded of anyone that lived on it. “I’m the exact kind of hunk” he growled out with a grin and a shimmy of his shoulders, “that assholes like Dahmer would have wept over. I’m the hottest real-estate in town, baby! You and I both know it’s true, and if someone is out there murdering gorgeous people, I think I’m next on that list! Hell yeah I’m scared!” Riley wiggled his eyebrows at Clarissa. “You know I’m man enough to admit that!”

“Okay, like, if you had to recommend one place in town to spend all of your time - what would it be?”

 “Oh. My. God.” Riley gasped, one hand brought to his chest in the biggest pantomime of surprise that he was capable of. “You’re really telling me that you haven’t been to Twigs lately.” He huffed out a fake sob, the kind that had been perfected over needing to cry at the drop of a hat and yet consistently failing to. “Clarissa, babe, I knew your aura looked a little too blue for that stunning personality you have there! To you, and to every other poor soul here in Cherry, I beg you to go to Twigs.” It was only the grin on Riley’s face that told just how much fun he was having with this. That, and the gestures that were far too big for the tiny room they had gotten shoved into for this chat. “You’ll feel like a whole new woman,” he purred, flopping his hand towards Clarissa. “You can’t tell me you don’t need something like that, sweetheart, I can see how tired you are.”

“I know not everyone is a fan of my column, but I promise it won’t hurt my feelings if you’re not! So… Are you?”

 “Oh, sweetie,” Riley drawled, as comfortable in that old, lopsided chair as he would have been on a red carpet, “you know I love it.” He giggled softly, bringing his shoulder up to his chin with a coy gesture he’d kept after the winter production of RENT a few years back. He had, of course, been Angel and the gesture managed to stick even after he’d shed the Santa dress for the blonde wig of Hedwig.

“No, don’t give me that look,” he added, leaning in even closer to Clarissa once he saw the expression of doubt on her face. “I really do! It’s delightful and an absolute hoot to bring up at cast parties, darling. You do us all an incredible service with it and Cherry is truly in your debt. After all,” Riley added with a sigh, “we’re all so boring unless we have the spotlight on us. You do that, and just because most of the town can’t tell the audience from the performers doesn’t mean you won’t make stars out of us, sweetie.”

[cherryusa]

welcome to town, PILAR HAMILTON!

CCU: JUNIOR MAJOR: PUBLIC RELATIONS SECRET: DURING A MASSIVE PARTY DURING PILAR’S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT CCU, ONE OF PILAR’S FRIENDS AT THE TIME CAME TO HER TELLING HER THAT ONE OF HER SORORITY SISTERS WAS PASSED OUT IN THE BATHROOM AFTER TAKING SOME DRUGS THAT PILAR PALMED OFF TO HER. WHEN SHE WENT TO FIND HER, IT QUICKLY BECAME CLEAR THAT SHE WAS HAVING AN OVERDOSE. NOT WANTING TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OR GET ANYONE IN TROUBLE, SHE DROVE SAID FRIEND TO THE HOSPITAL AND DROPPED HER OFF AT THE FRONT, SPEEDING OFF INTO THE NIGHT, PROBABLY STILL WAY TOO DRUNK TO BE DRIVING. HER FRIEND SURVIVED BUT WAS LEFT IN A VEGETATIVE STATE, NEVER ABLE TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AND PILAR NEVER SAW ANY NEED TO EITHER.

“How do you feel about Harvard Hargrove’s expansion of the Boardwalk? Do you really think it’s going to help the town grow, or is he gutting everything you love about Cherry?“

“Sorry, but what exactly is there to love about Cherry?” Pilar Hamilton wasn’t always a straight shooter, but with a question like that, it was hard not to be. The scoff that left her lips was punctuated by her sitting up and pulling taut the sides of her periwinkle blazer. “No offence! I’m just saying, there’s so much bigger and better in the world, Clarissa. When I’m a publicist for some hotshot celebrities in Los Angeles, this place will be a tiny grain of sand, a dot on my map, the hometown in my memoir.” She said, eyes twinkling as she looked off into the distance. “I honestly think what Dean Hargrove is doing is bringing Cherry into the next century. The 2000s are fast approaching, we can’t be a quaint little seaside town forever, as much as my dad and grandfather would love to argue otherwise.” That was Pilar, she always knew how to spin something so you forgot about the bad parts, like how poor people were losing their housing or how pieces of history were being ripped apart to create space for something more modern. “Out with the old, in with the new. One day Lambda Rho won’t have me taking care of things with Belle at the helm and making our fellow sisters better. You leave things better than you found them.” There was that charming grin, like she was being interviewed with every answer perfectly planned to make the other person like her.

“Were you there the night of Carousel Cove? Do you think one Lux’s friends was behind the whole thing?”

The smile that twisted onto Pilar’s face said one thing only: that maybe she knew something you didn’t. It was a expression for her and there were thoughts she was very much not going to share whirling around in her mind at Clarissa’s question. “I was there.” She nodded. “All of my sisters who were still in town this summer went together. I almost threw up the cherry slurpee I stupidly consumed, thinking I could count it as a cheat night and greatly regretted it during my workout the next day.” She chuckled, but seemed to be watching the blonde as she continued. “I was there when all the weird stuff happened too, in the back. It was definitely unsettling, to say the least, but Lux...” She exhaled sharply. “Let’s just say I don’t think she made friends with people who were total idiots.”

"Is it just me, or is it getting seriously boring around here lately? Come on. Tell me your favorite little bit of gossip. I’m desperate for a scoop.”

“I thought you’d never ask. You know, I consume that column of yours religiously. A lot of the girls do, I’ve definitely read it dramatically to like ten girls in my room at the Lambda house.” Which was saying something, because in all honesty Pilar was sure she knew a lot that Clarissa Teller didn’t. Still, gossip was fun when you were with your sisters and if they stayed up to date on what was happening in the social scene at Cherry, they’d never miss anything or hang out with the wrong person. Leaning in a little as she lowered her voice, she offered a piece of juicy gossip she’d heard a few times already. “I heard there was this TA who you could offer sex for good grades. Obviously they weren’t in my major... and I’d also never stoop that low, because one, that’s so sad and two, I’m super smart and don’t need it, but I also heard he had a mon—“ Pilar cut herself off and widened her eyes. “At the risk of sounding unbecoming, let’s just say I’ve heard a lot of bragging about it.” Noticing the time across the room, she reached for her bag. “Oh my god, is it that late? I actually really have to get out of here, but it was so nice talking to you!”

[cherryusa]

welcome to town, PENNY PEPPER!

JOB: MAD SOUNDS MUSIC SHOP SECRET: FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS PENNY'S BEEN RENTING OUT MAD SHOPS OUT AT NIGHT TO MAKE A LITTLE BIT OF EXTRA MONEY FOR BILLS AND PIPER'S TUITION. SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO'S RENTING THE PLACE OUT, BUT ALL SHE KNOWS IS THEY GIVE HER A DECENT CHECK AND THAT IT'S DEFINITELY SHADY. AFTER HEARING HEALY TALK ABOUT HIS BROTHER AND MORE OF THE HARGROVE'S SECRETS ARE GETTING EXPOSED, SHE'S WORRIED SHE MAY HAVE FUCKED UP ROYALLY. BUT SHE KEEPS TELLING HERSELF IT'S ALL FOR HER SISTER SO IT'S FINE... RIGHT?

Penny entered Clarissa’s little interrogation room and sat down in the chair that was in front of Clarissa, but not before she flipped it around and sat down on it. It was more comfortable that way and she didn’t care how many times her grandma, Prim Pepper, would say it was unladylike she’d continue to do it until she was old and gray. Penny didn’t know why the Teller girl chose her to do an interview. This seemed like something Clarissa would interview Lux’s friends or the college kids about. Regardless, here she was, ready to go.

“Are you, like, scared with all of this murder stuff going around?“

Shit, who wasn’t? Murder was a friend Penny had met long before she had even met her first girlfriend. Murder didn’t scare her anymore, but death would always freak her out. Funerals, specifically. She didn’t go to Lux’s. Piper had never said if her and Lux were friends so it didn’t seem necessary to go and the thought of seeing a lifeless young girl’s body in a casket who was close to Piper’s age? Hell, someone who had been to the same school as Piper? She couldn’t bear it. “I’m more scared of them not finding the jackass who killed her,” Penny stated, alleging that she had been murdered. If she were a hot, white, blonde girl in California what reason would she have to kill herself? Exactly. Sure, she empathized that the girl may have had her own demons, everyone did, but she couldn’t see how a teenager’s life would be so awful that she’d feel the need to kill her and since the Candy Girl’s appearance Penny couldn’t help but wonder if Lux was confirmed murdered then maybe, just maybe, her mom’s case would be reopened.

“Okay, like, if you had to recommend one place in town to spend all of your time - what would it be?“

“Fuck, will I get fired if this shit gets published? If I need a new job Rissy Roo, I’m coming for your quill and paper,” Penny joked, shrugging her shoulders. Mad Sounds may have been a nifty place to work, but nothing had her heart and soul like Twigs. After her mom died, it didn’t take long for Penny to spiral on her own but she had a kid to take care of then so she dipped into the occult a bit. She wasn’t a true believer or anything, but something about Sylvia Salt’s readings and generosity towards a young Penny made it a frequent place for her, even after graduation. “I think it’s gotta be Twigs. It’s cool as shit and Sylvia’s cool as hell.”

"Did you vote for Sheriff Teller in the last election? Or do you think he should be replaced next year?"

An odd question coming from the sheriff’s literal daughter. Would Penny get into trouble if she said Sheriff Teller should be replaced? Of course she wouldn’t be stupid enough to say that and truthfully, she liked the guy. “I didn’t, no,” she shook her head, “I don’t vote,” for someone like Penny, who had at least a few activist bones in her body thanks to hanging out around Twigs during her academic career, it was probably a shock that she didn’t vote. The world was fucked and competitions like that are always rigged. Or in the case of Cherry, there probably were no opponents against him. Maybe her mind could be changed about voting this year though. Sheriff Teller was always a kind man. He may have not been able to solve her mom’s murder, but she knew he tried. She knew he hated coming and telling her the news. And the Teller’s were always there for the Pepper’s if they needed them. "Your pop’s a good man, though,” Penny told Clarissa. Genuine emotion wasn’t on Penny’s everyday list, but she thought she owed it to Clarissa to tell her that. “And you should be real fuckin’ proud of that so no, he shouldn’t be replaced or some shit. Unless he lets Lux get cold.”

Once Clarissa said they were finished up with the questions, Penny stood up and gave a head nod towards the blonde. “It was good talkin’ to you, kid, I’m hoping you can do some more cool shit other than working at this dump,” she gestured around the Cherry Times office. “See you around,” she said, putting all fives up and heading out of the office.

[cherryusa]

activity check 8.18 ⭯

The following players have 24 hours to post a starter, and interact with three fellow members or they risk losing their role: 

@lauriegrimshaw