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Everybody shows their devotion to The Traveler differently.

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“Nope, never heard of her,” Anna said, shaking her head, “Are you just making up a story to get some money?  Because you could at least make it believable.”

“Would that work better?” Jester immediately asked. The Traveler had always told her that people responded to a little bit of truth in a lie more than a whole fairy story — but, hey, if this expensive-looking lady wasn’t like regular people you go with the flow, y’know? Because fuck, she really needed new suppleis - stupid campus police and their stupid rule about disposing her tagging stuff. “Because if it will, then, ohhhh yup, totally, you caught me! Isn’t that kind of crazy sad, though, that someone is so desperate that they need money to lie like that. And you could solve that sadness! With like, thirty bucks. Twenty, even.”

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To Hades' eyes the night couldn't have been going better. The deal for the arcade downtown had panned out smooth, drug in a helluva client and finally some real money to turn around their town, and this whole party was organized to celebrate the firm’s - and namely, his - success. And it was hard to improve upon a miracle, which was what it seemed like it took for Persephone to come along on his arm to damn near about anything these days -- and Hades wasn’t a God-fearin’ man, but Lord wasn’t she just resplendent. Nearly thirty years of marriage ain’t done a thing to dampen her shine even if their marriage itself had taken a few dings and dents over the years. A night like this, though, it could prove enough of a buffer to smooth out some o’ their rough edges, when he ain’t had to spend the whole time steerin’ her away from the drinks table, when she even smiled like maybe there was a chance she’d be happy with him again.

-- For a while, anyway. Because the longer the hours got, the more a wanderin’ eye or two slipped their way to admire his wife. The further men got into their cups the more they made themselves fools trying to show off to Persephone. Worse was how his wife seemed to actually be encouraging them ; she oughta torn them to shreds as well as she could him, but when they started up again she just went on addin’ a comment or two that only made ‘em want to flaunt their boneheaded intelligence impress her more. Like there was a chance in hell his wife ain’t know her effect on men.

Hades stewed in his fury ( his jealousy ), white-knuckled on his third high-ball of whiskey & glarin’ down men who oughta have already shrunk under his eyes when he felt his wife’s slim hand slip into his elbow and tug him away. He was grateful for the respite but couldn’t help but wonder if it was to better offer her admirers the chance to enjoy the sight of her walkin’ away, and so his gut rolled and boiled over when she started hissing at him ( of course ) and swattin’ him with her damn clutch. The glasses of bourbon he’d already thrown back watching her fawn away didn’t help. “Don’t I?” he grit. He grabbed it mid-swing and pushed her arm down, gently but firm. “Stop hittin’ your husband, lover. Only gonna give your admirers more reason to think you’re lookin’ for a new beau. ‘Bein’ courteous’ don’t mean lettin’ ‘em all fall over ya because you’re missing the attention of your bar.”

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Persephone felt more at home in her husband’s office than she ever could here, and that was saying something. All the men were chatting about the great deals they were making and the market and the economy and this and that and Persephone just wanted to make a run for it. But this was her husband’s job, and for as much as she hated it, it meant so much to him. So she slipped on something pretty and batted her eyelashes while she looked pretty on his arm.

What she didn’t agree to was being some silent housewife. She knew she shouldn’t have expected the night to go any different, shouldn’t have filled her head with fantasies of chatting with her husband and his colleagues in attempt to better understand his work. Maybe she could have tried understanding him, tried learning so she could talk to him about his job instead of telling him what she didn’t like about it. But nah, every comment she was making was being shot down by men left and right. Not being the life of the party was one thing, but being blatantly disrespected and ignored was another. Not to mention her husband couldn’t be bother to raise a word to her defense.

“Hades, can I get a moment with you? You’ll have to excuse him gents, I’m sure I’m interrupting something very important, but his wife needs a word.” She tugged him along by his arm, leading them away from the chit-chatting crowd. “Hades I told you I would put on a dress, be courteous, and all that. You didn’t tell me we would be teleporting back to the 50’s!” She snapped, swatting his arm with her clutch. “Are these men for real?! C’mon lover, even you should see what’s wrong here.”

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Her voice cut midsentence with a squeak, Jester drawing a big breath to catch herself. This — happened a lot when she got so wrapped up in a lie. Just talk fast enough, usually, and anyone gets too confused to figure out where maybe you’d made a huge mistake in your story. Maybe. “The Ruby,” she restarted. “The Ruby of the Sea? The Star of the Harbor? She’s got like, crazy connections all up and down the coast, yeah? I bet you’ve heard of her, you’ve totally heard of her. And I’m one of her favorites, so if you just gave me a little loan she’d pay you back, like, a hundred-fold. And she could make sure that you get connected with all her connections too.”

Anna watched the other as they spoke and spoke and spoke and she couldn’t get a word in edgewise. She was both amused and bewildered as to how they hadn’t passed out from saying so much in so little time, “Sweetheart, breath,” She interrupted, “Is your mind even processing what you’re saying? Because I can’t understand a single word, it’s like someone pressed fast forward on your voice.”

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She knew this guy wasn’t going to let her get away so easy. He even walked onto the property like he owned it, he kind of did. She should have prepared better, shouldn’t have assumed this land wasn’t private property. It had been empty for so long, but that was just her luck. “No apology from you necessary. I should have double checked this area to make sure and get a warrant, but it’s been abandoned for so long, I didn’t think anyone was going to invest in this place.” She didn’t know why, but part of her was a little sad to know it would be re-vamped.

“Anyways, you don’t need to worry too much, the crime didn’t occur on the land. I just have a lead that pointed me in this direction, we don’t believe the criminal is here any longer though.” She assured. Of course she could make no guarantees…unless. “You know, I showed you my badge, but I didn’t properly intoroduce myself.” She extended her hand promptly. “Kit Snicket, you don’t have to use formalities and call me detective, Kit usually does the trick.” She smiled, hoping to save this encounter that otherwise got off on the wrong foot.

After a long beat Hades nodded ; wordlessly accepted her not-in-so-many-words apology. No matter how some were tempted judge him, after all, he was not an unreasonable man. Way of the world fell better into patterns of order. The detective had a job to do and he'd see it done well, particularly when her line of business intersected his. Some vagabond crawlin' through his property... When her hand outstretched he moved on autopilot, shaking hers firmly with another nod. "Detective Snicket," he rumbled again, unwavered. She had done the work to climb the ranks, and he would respect her work if not her methods. It would only do her a disservice not to call her by the appropriate title. Patterns of order. "Hades Clymenus," he returned. "My firm has made a recent acquisition of this land in the name of an interested buyer. Abandoned as it may have been, only levels the groundwork and leaves room to improve -- wrong sort of attention falls on the land, now..."

He trailed off, raising a brow and allowing her to draw the conclusion. Half the time ya didn't need to yammer on; folks would do the work themselves, save oneself the effort. "Few like to take up the mantle of improvin' a spot that's got a criminal history," he concluded, dryly. "If you've got a continuing investigation to complete, of course, I'd be happy to comply. With a warrant. Otherwise I'd appreciate your discretion."

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JESTER LAVORRE turned up Maple Falls, OR in a bit of a whirlwind. Her story changes every time someone asks it, but the truth of it goes like so: 

Once upon a time, in a beautiful coastal city, there was a star lounge singer named Marion Lavorre who had an equally-as-beautiful ( but not really as well known, you know? ) young daughter. People came from all across the country to hear Jester’s mother sing along with other backstage activities, wink, and it really wasn’t that uncommon for them to fall hopelessly in love with her. One of these people was this crazy rich politician named Robert Sharp, and, well -- Jester’d always really had an itch and a talent for mischief, and it wasn’t her fault Robert Something-Something had such a bad sense of humor. That just proved how much he really didn’t deserve her Mama. Besides, he’d looked really good when she’d locked him outside on her mother’s balcony wearing nothing but her girdle.

But Mr. Sharp didn’t think so, and he was threatening repercussions on Jester, so both she and Marion agreed it might be best for Jester to finally start on that art degree she’d been wanting to try out for so long... far away. Very far away. For a girl who’d spent more of her childhood in her room than out exploring the world, Maple Falls is nice, Jester supposes, but she still doesn’t feel like she’s really found her place in it yet... 

                                                    ...Or anywhere in the world, really.

( Oh, and there is that whole thing about how she keeps tacking up posters about some really cool guy called The Traveler, and it isn’t certain whether he’s a musician or a public speaker or a cult leader. Conversations with Jester tend to lead to her talking about him like he’s some kind of god, but that’d be ridiculous. Just ridiculous. ) 

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hades    &     jester !

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🍻 - our muses grab a drink together

🍕  - our muses grab a slice at the diner together

⚽️ - our muses play sports together

🤕 - on of our muses get’s injured

🎶 - our muses go to a dance club / karaoke bar together

🔒 - our muses get stuck in an elevator together

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🗺️ - our muses get lost on a hike together

🏕️ - our muses go camping together   

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☀️ - our muses take advantage of the sunny weather

📱 - one of our muses sends an accidental text to the other

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we thought these would be nice to set the summer mood here in maple falls. these are not obligatory, but we thought they’d be fun for those who wanted us to make them a while back!

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“It’s not any superstition I’ve heard of,” Finnick said, “And even if it was I’m not that superstitious,” He shrugged and held out the bag, “There’s a mixture. Some jelly beans, some jelly sharks, Swedish fish candy and I think there’s even some taffy in there. I think they were trying to go for a bit of a water theme.”

Her eyes grew almost comically large staring down into the offered bag; eventually she picked out a whole assortment of candies, mostly colored pink, chattering the whole time. “I am really, really superstitious. You know one time I knocked over a thing of salt and I had crazy bad luck the whole next week, even. I bumped into tables, I stepped on this one guy’s pant leg and tore his whole pants off - it. Was. Crazy,” Jester emphasized, and then tilted her head with a curious look. “What kind of teacher gets water-candy for their birthday?”

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Ernest dropped the act, relaxing against the ground and closing his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. Why - WHY had he ever let someone talk him into this mess. He was willing to bet that this weed wasn’t even his friends, and that he’d just been caught stealing and then smashing the older man’s  drugs.  He was certainly going to die.  He stood, wiping at the dirt on his pants and then at his face, inadvertantly smearing it even more into his pale skin, stepping away from the blanket and closer to the other man. He couldn’t give up now, sliding his hands into his pockets, sliding easily back into his usually calm and collected demeanor. He’s just the guy who works the front desk at the hotel.  “To be honest, sir-” The accent was gone, replaced only with the slight undertone of a drawl that was always there. “I think I might need to stop listening to people when they ask me to do them a quick favor.” He was hoping beyond hope that this was an unfortunate misunderstanding. “A buddy of mine - I won’t name names, because the kids still, well. A kid. He got himself wrapped up in… well. Nonsense, as always. When he found out that you were doing an inspection out here, he wanted my help in keeping your spotless record, well… spotless. I really didn’t think I’d bother you like this.” He shrugged, as though he’d only been caught taking a leisurely stroll. The look on the man’s face was making the hair on his arms stand on end.  “If you could only forgive the stupidness of a kid and my loyalty to the youth of this town - I’m sure I could be out of your hair with an IOU?”

Really, even that the older man knew his name was both a compliment and a curse - one that he bore for most of the dubious actors of this town. Usually he wasn’t stupid enough to get involved past that. 

Hades took in the younger man's mix of nerves and defeat with a sort of near-giddy amusement. "Young man," he responded, raising the back of his hand to his mouth to disguise a deep chuckle in the clearing of his throat, "I do believe that's the first intelligent thing you've said this afternoon."

Every soul he worked with back at the office had stayed employed because they ain’t made themselves trouble ; every client he maintained with a careful distance and courtesy. Rare was the opportunity Hades had to go toe-to-toe, get the thrill from stretching out the presence he'd dutifully cultivated over the years. If ya got more than straw between your ears, ain't hard at all to manage the darker underbelly of the world and come out with blood singing and inspiration turnin' the mind. Not that Ernest Denouement was much to manage ; Hades had worked land deals in the private rooms of his hotel for years, and it'd be kind to say the young man had a hay stack in his head. But at least, usually, he had a talent for bein' discrete. 

Though a run-of-the-mill land inspection hardly required it. He quirked his eyebrow the longer the younger man pontificated and, not gathering, glanced behind him for the crushed pile of greenery he'd been so eager to disguise. Hades sniffed again and, this time, frowned. Second time around the scent was unfortunately familiar ; he'd found the same sickly sweet, heady odor clingin' to his wife's laundry more times than he liked to think about. He looked back to Ernest with a furrowed brow, gesturing vaguely to the pile. "It ain't mine," he rumbled, considering it again with a deeper frown. Wouldn't look good if some dumb kid came stompin' through here once he'd gotten this place sold and found a patch of the stuff.

Mulling his jaw and still considering the pile, he pointed again with his hat out to the man. "I tell you what, Mr. Denouement," he offered, slow to drawl while his mind turned. A sniffer weasel for certain, but a discrete one, and clever enough to avoid any toothy jaws 'til now. "You forget the IOU and you make it a 'quick favor,' I won't call any other hands into this. Do some diggin' for me, find out how this wound up here in the first place - you'll excuse the turn of expression, but it does look like ya've got a talent for it. You dig fast enough and I'll ensure some nice compensation as well."

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I sure took my time!

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critical role meme: [1/8] mighty nein members Jester Lavorre → I don’t think our actions define who we are all the time. Good people do bad things. Sometimes, even bad people do good things.

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“Ooh!” It did seem like the kind of thing other people would have rules about. Like, don’t take candy from strangers, or, don’t take candy from strangers when it’s their birthday and it’s a really neat present. She pouted to herself, reluctantly admitting, “ -- You know, I probably shouldn’t because if it’s your birthday, it’s probably like bad luck or something to take a gift from the birthday person. Probably.” But Jester's eager eyes notably weren’t straying from the bag. “What kind is it?”

“One of my students gave me a bag of candy. How they found out it was my birthday is beyond me but I’m hardly gonna say no to free stuff,” Finnick said, “You want one?”

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No one was supposed to be out here. That’s what Rick has said - it would be a quick and easy dig them up and put them in the back of your car for a few days. Put the car behind the motel and let the sun shine through the windows. Country pot-heads don’t know the difference. 

Yeah, right. Neither do country cops. God dammit, Ernest was way too old to be going to prison as a dealer. 

He did the only thing he knew to do before the man rounded the corner, which was to take a blanket out of the trunk of his car and throw it over the plants. He threw himself down on it, crushing them effectively as well as sending a shock through his system as his body hit the ground. “Oh,” He took a deep, wheezing breath in, reaching for the bottle of water he’d dropped nearby, coughing slightly. “I didn’t know it was private property up this aways-” He let his small-town-country-boy i’ve-ain’t-never-hurt-nobody accent shine through. “-my old man told me once it used to belong to my great grandpa’s uncle’s cousin. Says we’ve got a right to the land.” He was praying that the other man wouldn’t recognize him - Ernest was certain that not even his position in the hotel would keep Hades from killing him if he really wanted to. 

The stature was familiar, even if the work wasn’t. Hades narrowed his eyes on the trespassin’ figure as he approached - glinted his glare across the swath of freshly tilled earth pocking the land, his land, ‘til it reached its buyer - and, eventually, recognition overtook him.

No wonder it took him a good second. Hades was more used to catching the man flitting around in the background of certain deals that required certain subtleties and the anonymity of certain hotels. At least he didn't have anything to worry about here; Ernest was alike to a huntin' weasel that thought itself equal among foxes. Slick, but clever enough to know where to keep his eyes or ears lest he get his neck snapped in the jaws of death. His hackles fell and Hades took his hat off his head, chuckling to himself. "That so? Why, Mr. Denouement," he greeted, and smiled at him, teeth white and glinting in the sun; it ain't a particularly nice smile, “you’d better scurry along to the courthouse, then, to put in a claim. Because I combed through every inch of this property’s history, and your family’s name ain’t been on a lick of it.”

He shook his head, chuckling at the ground once more. "What with the nature of your establishment, I’d hope you’d have a better talent for lies. Careful now, son,” he warned, near gleeful for the old man, and gestured with his hat towards the covered heap the younger had been awfully eager to throw himself over. The air was damn near saturated with the scent of greenery. Either he’d overestimated Ernest’s intelligence or underestimated a small town’s folk ability to recognize their own crops. Well. He supposed it had been a good long time since this community had been regularly acquainted with the glint of a backhoe. If it weren’t for his own house being damn well overrun with the things… Hades’ mean smile took on a greater degree of menace as he lazily swathed his arm over the mess. “Doin’ a bit of gardenin’ work?”