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CHAPTER ONE :   curiosity leads to trouble .

 text  transcript  between  henri  rousseau,  jasper  atkinson,  roman  keating,  banks  delcoy,   and   thalia  pham .  on  june  5th, 2020 .

banks: so, i’ve been thinking

thalia: im so proud

banks: anyway

banks: if ilene thinks henri’s cursed keychain has something to do with the treasure, shouldn’t we take it to someone who could actually tell us if it’s even from the prospero or not?

banks: even if it’s not, no harm, y’know?

jasper: now you wanna talk to ghosts?

roman: see you all at your funerals

banks: come on man, aren’t you at least a little curious about it

jasper: stop acting like you’re not gonna go wherever banks goes

roman: obviously i'd follow my boyfriend to the ends of the earth

henri: wait are you actually suggesting we talk to a ghost then

banks: i’m not saying we should whip out a ouija board, i’m just saying maybe we could take it to someone. a historian or whatever

banks: who knows, even if it’s not from the prospero, they could tell us if it’s worth anything

jasper: you know any historians?

banks: not personally

roman: i got a d in history does that count

banks: i mean, my uncle knew a lot about all that maritime stuff, and there’s that brentwood museum near town hall that he liked a lot. i figured it’d be worth checking out

banks: nvm we have rome, forget everything i said

thalia: maybe it is worth a shot

thalia: tbh i'm kind of creeped out by what ilene told us yesterday

jasper: what are you creeped out about specifically, lia?

thalia: idk she was just so vague

thalia: like what does 'it's starting' mean????

jasper: i know. it was super cryptic. part of me thinks she just tells people what they wanna hear

henri: lol i didn't want to hear her calling me a fool but

roman: pulling those cards was pointless imo

banks: idk, the vibe of the whole thing felt weird, but she didn’t seem like she’d lie?

thalia: it would be kinda pointless to let us in w/o an appointment and waste her time like that if she was lying

roman: or she's fucking with us because we did show up

jasper: yeah or maybe she just wanted us to leave

thalia: fair

thalia: idk i'm just unsettled. like what if "it's starting" means the end of the world or s/t

roman: finally i thought that was happening in 2012

thalia: actually to be fair climate change has already started the end of the world

banks: 2012 coming late

thalia: god u guys are really two braincells in a pod

henri: although it'd be a bit weird to say hooray at that... right?

roman: she also said bye bye now

thalia: true

banks: if she was bullshitting us then we can find out easy enough. i’ll go to the museum on my own, idc

thalia: nah banksy i'll come w u

thalia: i've got nothing better 2 do :)

roman: bold of you to assume i'd let you go alone

henri: i'll bring the 'cursed keychain' ig

thalia: wait rome is coming??? suddenly my schedule is full

roman: please remove me from this group chat

jasper: i'll be there to make sure you guys dont do something royally stupid

roman: everything we do has its purpose

banks: it’s called being spontaneous, jasper

banks: see y’all in an hour?

thalia: sure!

jasper:  😒

roman: see you boo  😘

thalia: turn that frown upside down jas 

henri: ✌️

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CHAPTER ONE :   curiosity leads to trouble .

 scene  transcript  between  henri  rousseau,  jasper  atkinson,  roman  keating,  banks  delcoy,  thalia  pham,  and  the  scott   family .  on  june  4th,  2020 .

opening:  it’s the last house on persimmon lane .  a little one on stilts .  the sort of house that looks like maybe it’s seen a hurricane or two in it’s day –– the blue paneling is slowly bleaching white in the sun .  there’s quite a few loose planks here and there,  as you bramble up the porch,  and the dock that juts out awkwardly into the water from the yard is blocked off by a fallen tree .  there's a very overgrown quality to the landscaping,  if you could call it that .  a porcelain bathtub full of spearmint plants lay on it's side in the tall grass .  there were several newly broken bird feeders .  a neon sign flashes in front of lace curtains in the window .  you see only candlelight through the windows .  they probably don't have power back yet .  PSYCHIC / PALM / TAROT / TEA / BY APPOINTMENT ONLY .  

thalia pham: lia isn't too familiar with the scott household, given that she's a woman of science and doesn't believe in any of that crap. that doesn't mean she doesn't have respect for the scotts--whatever they're doing, they're probably taking lots of money from dumb middle aged rich white women who complain about balancing their chakras, the perfect group to scam. people like that are just desperate to find "culture" in a small place like brentwood. if there's a place to do so, though, it certainly looks like this house. she's standing on the porch with the boys, reluctant to take the initiative and knock on the door. "not it!" she exclaims, waiting to see who will draw the short end of the stick.

henri rousseau: most of the year he simply longs to be considered a proper member of the gang. being able to properly take part without feeling like he's missing out. today he's just happy he can play the semi-innocent tourist card...  like he hasn't skated past the scott house umpteen-million times over the years. no. he's playing innocent, trying his best not to dig his hands in his pockets ( and curse himself further, if that's a thing) as he rocks on his heels. there are times when he knows to shut his mouth, and this is most definitely one of them... well, that is, until thalia mentions not being it and his jaw drops. "what?! nu-uh. if thalia's not it, i'm not either. i mean..." he purses his lips, "i know i have it, but like... if i'm cursed these could be my final moments! going out after knocking on a door is not really how i pictured it happening." banks delcoy: there's something about the house post - hurricane that makes him  .  .  .  uneasy. not in a this place gives me the creeps way, but more in a way that banks can't quite put a name to. beneath the gray sky, it feels too vibrant and too aged all at once. banks is shaking his head already as he swallows back a gulp of water from the two whales cup grasped loosely in his hand.  he supposes that he should be the one to take the leap   --   he pitched coming here in the first place   --   but instead he just leans against the white - washed banister. "i second lia. not it." roman keating: the atmosphere feels akin to what he imagines it would be in one of those movies cecilia used to love so much; the one she swore to him he’d love in return because it was supernatural. it turned out to be a romantic comedy about sister witches but he never complained. he stands behind the rest of them on the scott porch and crosses his arms over his chest with a heavy exhale, hoping the brittle wood didn’t concave from their combined weight. they were sticking their nose in something they had no business knowing ( if it was anything at all ). for all they knew, this could end up being a wild goose chase. roman’s right eyebrow raises and arms lift to protest. “i don’t even want to be here, let alone touch that damn door,” he opposes with a scoff. “japser can do it if he’s so worried about giving henri peace of mind or whatever.”

jasper atkinson: jasper had walked selene home after work whenever they got off at the same time. it was on the way to his apartment anyway, so it hardly mattered to him. while he didn’t believe any of the bullshit that spewed out of her mouth, he knew she did wholeheartedly, and so he respected it. who was he to knock her down? everyone had their thing that got them through life. “you guys are ridiculous. it’s a fuckin’ door.” he goes up to it and rings the doorbell, but there’s no sound inside. so instead, he knocks on the door. scott family . “ do you have an appointment ? ”  after a lot of dramatics about who was going to have to answer the door,  it is eventually fiona who does it .  six years old and forty inches high .  she’s wearing her belle from beauty in the beast costume over a pair of polkadot pajama pants .  she opens the door just two inches,  like she was told to,  and asks again,  louder :  “ DO YOU HAVE AN APPOIIIINTMENNNNNN–– ? ”  she was rudely interrupted by her mother,  who now stood in the doorway .  thirties,  bright blue eyes,  brighter blue overalls,   bandana,  juice box .  lavender gave her daughter the capri sun and then ushered her back into the house .     “ awfully sorry .  we don’t have power back yet . ”  she wipes sweat from her brow and starts her own capri sun .  “ i’m afraid we’re closed .  come back again .  .  .   well,  leave us a voicemail .  we’ll call you back when we have phones again .  take care . ” thalia pham: lia patiently waits as they finally pressure jasper into getting things done. she knows it's coming, because it always eventually happens. when the door swings open, though, thalia's met by someone closer in height to her than the boys--an adorable young girl with a loud mouth. when her mother tries to turn them away, thalia rushes to stop it from happening. they'd come this far already, right? "wait! we have kind of an urgent matter on our hands here. please?" henri rousseau: the brief sound of bickering is quickly replaced by the sound of henri's heartbeat in his head at the thought of having to head home with the chain."please." he repeats, almost as soon as it's left lia's mouth, if but a little desperately. "i, uh, i found something. a necklace. in amongst the debris on the beach but it... was like it didn't belong." his brow furrows and he briefly wonders whether or not to take it out of his pocket right there on the porch. "it just... it doesn't feel right."

banks delcoy: when a young girl begins calling out the door, a crooked smile threatens to twist at his lips. it's, admittedly, a little endearing. she fits right in with the neon signs casting technicolor shadows across his friend's faces. another woman swiftly replaces her and he's edges forward a step when lia cuts in. after a beat, banks nods toward henri in assent. "even a picture of the thing feels weird. we thought you all might be able to help." ilene scott: “ yeah, ”  lavender looks between the fiery one and the curly ones .  “ well .  that’s weird .  put it back where you found it . ”  as she’s closing the door,  there’s a voice from the candlelit kitchen .  “ lavender,  they’re going to think you were raised in a barn with those manners .  please,  come in .  i’m making iced tea . ”   lavender sighs, but ultimately waves a hand to welcome them inside .  she huffs up the stairs .  to the right,  there was a small yellow kitchen that was affectionately lit by the natural carolina sun pouring in through the windows and the hundreds and hundreds of candles . ilene,  town psychic and blue grass fanatic,  waved for everyone to have a seat at the table .  well,  probably someone’s gonna have to sit on the counter .  and maybe someone needs to pull up a stool .  “ lets have a look at it,  then . ” jasper atkinson: at this point, jasper felt like all he really needed was to be there for henri. he knew that he’d just about short circuit if he had to explain himself at this point. so, he sat next to him, hoping his presence would be enough. “i haven’t seen it yet, but if it’s real, based off of the picture, i’d date it at about 18th century.” his gaze shifted to his cousin. “show her, henri. it’s okay.” henri rousseau: there's always a bit of hesitancy whenever he takes the lead in something. more noticeable in his step as he makes his way across the kitchen - even if there is something oddly soothing about the interior of the house. but it's jasper's presence that finally gets him to stop twiddling his thumbs. just like it could when they were kids. "right, yeah, of course," he murmurs, digging in his pocket for a moment before pulling the chain out and laying it on the table. "it um, it's sorta alright like this. but when i looked at it more closely it... it sounded like it was whispering to me." ilene scott: “ where’d you find it ? ”  she narrows her eyes at henri . henri rousseau: "on the beach... just slightly buried in the sand." ilene scott:  she looks between the pendant and the group of people surrounding it .  “ well .  lets see then . ”  she reaches behind her and grabs a deck of tarot cards from the kitchen counter .  they’re barbie pink .  she passes the deck first to the curly boy who found the necklace .  “ shuffle,  pick one,  pass it on .   all of you pick one and put it down on the table . ” henri rousseau:  normally there would at least be a smile on his face at the colour of the cards. a reminder of the shade his step-sister sometimes insists on painting his nails with. but there’s something about the potential of being cursed that has him on edge, focussing more on the cards as he shuffles them than any offhanded remarks he could otherwise be making. although it takes a great deal of energy not to snort when he finally puts the card that feels right down on the table. the fool. were the cards really pointing out how much how much of a mistake picking up the necklace was too? he doesn’t know how tarot works well enough to say it, but it certainly feels that way. thalia pham:  lia watches as henri draws the fool, looking a bit embarrassed by how on the nose it is. she doesn't really get tarot cards and their supposed duality, but it would be rude to refuse. she slides the top card off of the deck and turns it over, placing it neatly in front of her. the sun. she feels warm.

roman keating:  an impatient foot taps the ground beneath him. “this is all a load of crap, right?” he inquires of the older woman who has dealt them the deck. when the cards end up in his hands, there’s a force that urges him to pull straight from the bottom. roman flips the card over to observe its depiction; the tower. all he sees is destruction. the structure's been lightning struck and bound to crumble, inhabitants falling from the sky are set to crash. he presses his lips into a thin line. banks delcoy:  banks can hear his mother's voice in the back of his mind as he takes the deck from roman   --   she had always said his curiosity is what would damn well get him in the end. little corbin banks had never believed her, of course, as he never had any intention of getting caught in the little excursions his intrigue would pull him toward. as a child, it had been harmless things   —   like sneaking out of his room at night to see what the grown - ups did from his perch at  the top of the stairs in their small two - story, tiny hazel eyes peering brightly like a cat's from between the spindles of the banister. this curiosity would morph into less harmless acts as he got older, and no matter how much he thought he got away with, leah banks always knew what went on in her own home. and he can't help but wonder what she'd say now. banks has no idea what any of  .  .  .  this means, but there's a tug in his chest that yearns for understanding. that same tug has him pulling from the middle of the deck   --   the card he flips onto the table reads wheel of fortune. hm. jasper atkinson:  as he watched all of his friends flip over their cards, information flowed through his mind. he'd read about all of this before, and thus, knew what each card that was flipped over meant. memories of sitting at the library, going over books in the metaphysical section, trying to grasp a sense for anything that might save him from his life. but the more he read, the more he realized it was all bullshit escapism. that didn't stop him from retaining the information, however, and it didn't stop the smile from curling up the corner of his lips as he watched henri and lia pull the fool and the sun. it was quickly erased when he noticed the tower and the wheel of fortune pulled immediately after. he knew what the tower meant, and the wheel of fortune, of course, could go either way. but no, he didn't believe in it. he took the deck for himself, split it in two (as he read was customary) and then picked from the top. two cards came out stuck together, and when he was about to place one back, ilene stopped him. told him that both cards were meant for him. he nodded and handed her the deck, then gently and carefully placed his cards down on the table. the chariot and the hierophant. he knew what they meant apart, but not together. fuck, he hated not knowing things. hated having to rely on other people for information. he looked up at ilene, trying to mask whatever anxiety he was feeling. ilene scott:  ilene watches carefully .  her expression is indiscernible .  after a long while .  she waited for the boy who chose two cards to finish before she moved .  ilene drew two more cards from the deck .  the star .  the magician .  she slid them into the middle of the table,  careful not to let them touch the pendant .   she says :  “ you’ve found it .  it’s starting .  hooray .  you’re not going to be able to use it until you find them . ”  she sips her iced tea .  she doesn't look at the gemstone on the table .

jasper atkinson:  he furrows his brow, a sudden rage filling his chest that he quickly pushes down. "are you just gonna be cryptic like that or are you gonna give us some real information?" thalia pham:  thalia reaches over to squeeze jasper on the arm. now is not the time to snap, even if she agrees that this hasn't been ...the most helpful, yet. she gives him a reassuring smile, to calm him down. jasper atkinson: and just like that, the anger in his chest cools to a simmer. as he makes eye contact with thalia, he knows exactly what shes thinking. shes with him, and she would handle this better than he ever could. she was always better at talking to people than he was. he placed his hand over hers and gave it a light squeeze before looking back down at his own cards, then at all of the cards on the table, as if putting together pieces of a puzzle. banks delcoy:  his attention skips across the cards and while he couldn't begin to interpret what any of this means, seeing them all together feels   --   right, maybe? complete? eventually he looks up to ilene. "what's starting?" something, though, tells him he's asking the wrong question. thalia pham:  thalia fixes her gaze on banks' own display of confusion. she draws her arm back, folding it across her chest with the other. "and what do we need to find?" ilene scott:  she sort of just listens to their questions .  nodding along while ripping open a sweet n low packet and pouring it into her iced tea .  finally,  she looks at the wheel and then to the sun .  “ good .  ”   lavender,  who it has become clear was hiding behind the door way into the room and listening to the conversation,  interrupts with a throat clear .  “ would you kindly get that thing off the kitchen table ? ”  she looks at the pendant .  “ we don’t want any part of this dust you’re kicking up .  treasure huntin’ is not known for being a profession in which people live particularly long .  ”  ilene says nothing ,  stirring her tea . jasper atkinson:  treasure hunting. jasper looks up. sudden interest sparking his eye. how much was this necklace worth? could he go to college with the money? would henri share? what if he found his own bit of treasure? if anyone could solve the puzzle, it would be him. but the cards on the table told him this was something they all had to do together. it was a piece of the puzzle. he didn't say a word. part of him not wanting to get his hopes up at the thought of a way out. banks delcoy:  it's almost as if the mention of treasure hunting has his heart pausing it's pace in the cage of his ribs. mind briefly flashes to his grandfather. "are you talking about the prospero?" maybe he's pushing his luck, but there's a sense that time to ask questions is running out. "is that what this is from?" closing:  " no, " lavender says,  crossing her arms,  still staring at the pendant .  " it's about time you should be getting home, now .  have a safe trip home . "  she starts to swipe iced tea glasses and empty them in the sink .  ilene says :  " next time,  consider making an appointment .  and yes,  take that with you .  you've met the other two .  you just don't know that you've met them .  certainly though,  you lot are starting to kick up some dirt .  it's starting .  bye bye,  now .  " armed with a reusable bag filled with mostly candy but also what could feasibly pass as groceries,  selene roller skates home from work .  to her understandable surprise,  her front porch was rather populated .  there was :  a bunch of kids she went to high school with,  the guy who works at her restaurant,  and a tourist .  weird .  she stood there,  and watched,  and said nothing .  she tilted her head .  then she went inside the house and closed the screen door behind her .  she looked at her grandmother .  and her aunt .  she said : “ what the fuck ? ”  fiona,  who chose now to come out from under the kitchen table,  said :  “ they didn’t have an appointment . ”

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CHAPTER ONE :   curiosity leads to trouble.

text  transcript  between  henri  rousseau,  jasper  atkinson,  roman  keating,  banks  delcoy,  and  thalia  pham on  june  4th,  2020 .

henri rousseau: bonjour y'all henri rousseau: hope u are all doing well........ because i most certainly AM NOT. i have been reminded as to why i have not nor will not EVER cleanup anything again because i'm pretty sure i've been burdened with someone's satanic necklace. so if anyone asks you what finally killed me off it's this fxckin thing  https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/308390827342823434/703081303502749786/DuP5_nFVAAAt43K.png jasper atkinson: if you touched it you're cursed bro roman keating: did you really have to curse the whole damn chat henri henri rousseau: HEY if i have to suffer so does everyone else thalia pham: this chat was already cursed lbr jasper atkinson: are you bringing that home roman keating: just say because of me and go jasper atkinson: is it already home thalia pham: roman's right thalia pham: for maybe the first time in his life henri rousseau: it may or may not be in my pocket en route....... somewhere as we speak jasper atkinson: somewhere? henri rousseau: where are you jasper? thalia pham: i'm sure you have nothing to be afraid of jasper atkinson: just got off work thalia pham: aside from looking @ it bc it's ugly jasper atkinson: you're scaring me roman keating: i won't be associating myself with henri until further notice jasper atkinson: i cant believe henri Died before telling me where tf he was roman keating: rip henri jasper atkinson: 😔 roman keating: i'll be renaming my boat as a nod. please refer to it as eggs-ta-sea from now on jasper atkinson: no one's gonna do that banks delcoy: eggs-ta-sea lives on thalia pham: this is why our chat is cursed roman keating: banks will henri rousseau: i'm not dead just skateboarding home jasper atkinson: HOME jasper atkinson: you better not go home. meet me @ work banks delcoy: tf is it from though, it looks old banks delcoy: think the scott psychics would buy it if you told them you actually think it's cursed thalia pham: it's probably a touristy key chain or something henri rousseau: awww yes mutual suffering!! this is why u are my fav cousin roman keating: they'll buy a toenail if you say it's cursed jasper atkinson: scott psychics wouldnt buy something fake jasper atkinson: thalia's right it's probably a keychain henri rousseau: IT'S NOT FAKE it..... does things jasper atkinson: what does it do? are you flying to two whales? banks delcoy: does it do fun tricks? roman keating: it's not a dog banks thalia pham: it's probably worth like 3 dollars henri rousseau: i know this may or may not sound insane but okay jasper atkinson: when do you sound sane is the main question henri rousseau: it whispered things to me roman keating: sweet nothings? banks delcoy: hey lil mama  jasper atkinson: did you just find my shrooms thalia pham: henri have u eaten today henri rousseau: i had a v. nice grilled cheese this morning, yes jasper atkinson: yeah the pan is still on the stove thalia hes not lying thalia pham: and you're not dehydrated either? thalia pham: ofc u heathens leave that on the stove roman keating: he's fine thalia he's just on drugs henri rousseau: i'm not this time i swear!!! on drugs or dehydrated! banks delcoy: dude i have a store to fix, no time for some weird talking keychain jasper atkinson: what did it tell you henri henri rousseau: i'm really fucking spooked okay it sounded like everything rushing at me all at once and i was just trying to mind my own BUSINESS and take photos okay. i was being good!!! thalia pham: whatever happened it's not ur fault thalia pham: but if u took something roman keating: then why do you still have it. throw it away jasper atkinson: what did you hear, henri? henri rousseau: but that's why i kept it! to show you! idk man it was weird like..... the ocean but when i mean the ocean i mean all kinds of ocean noises thalia pham: how many ocean noises even are there banks delcoy: an ugly conch shell, great jasper atkinson: did you check to see if that pearl was real banks delcoy: i was joking before but if you're that on edge about it, might actually be worth going to the scotts. just for the hell of it roman keating: what happens next is shocking henri rousseau: i mean there's no harm in like just....... swinging on by right? jasper? jasper atkinson: shut up roman jasper atkinson: hes scared roman keating: well maybe he should've just left it on the ground jasper thalia pham: i'm down to pop in there jasper atkinson: you want me to come? thalia pham: as long as we get food bc i'm starving jasper atkinson: i can bring us food from work jasper atkinson: cook owes me jasper atkinson: do you still hear it henri? henri rousseau: but what if i left it on the ground and someone else picked it up and it worse idk i just felt a need to show you all roman keating: then this would be their problem banks delcoy: you're saying better we be cursed than some tourist, huh henri rousseau: it's in my pocket kinda like...... out of sight out of mind jasper atkinson: no point in hating on henri for picking it up guys, it's already done jasper atkinson: as if you wouldn't have done the same banks delcoy: i have to finish something up here, but i can meet you guys in twenty? thalia pham: that works 4 me jasper atkinson: i can get there in 20 yeh roman keating: you really are all going thalia pham: i'm bringing a thermometer to check henri's temperature jasper atkinson: youre welcome to sit at home and get fomo rome roman keating: just because you said that i'm coming fuck you thalia pham: in case a fever is making u delusional jasper atkinson: see you there romey :* roman keating: 🖕🏾 thalia pham: get a room jasper atkinson: thalia can you bring the jacket i forgot in ur kitchen henri rousseau: thank u all for being with me in my hour of need. i mean think of it this way... at least we can all be cursed together thalia pham: yeah i got it jas!!! banks delcoy: yeah, real uplifting jasper atkinson: i got cursed the day you became my cousin jasper atkinson: whats one more?

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                          PLOT   DROP   #1 :    HURRICANE  FRANCINE .                                        current   timestamp :    june  4 - 10th .

hurricane francine was early in the season. so early, in fact, that she formed even before hurricane season began. she took shape quickly in the heart of the atlantic at the end of may, and by may twenty - ninth, she had picked up momentum. first, she was predicted to strike florida. then it was as if she changed her mind.  virginia. then the route shifted the slightest again   --   north and south carolina. she was an odd one, francine was, and the island folk began making jokes about her needing a “’lina vacation”. when the news announced she would make landfall in the early hours of june second, they had just enough time to prepare. but just barely. 

the quality of the light is different on nights that a storm blows in. if you’ve never seen a hurricane roll in over the atlantic, it’s something fierce.

though, brentwood is no stranger to hurricanes. every local has their hurricane stories. sea water rising to the second floor, waves knocking out the pier, holing up for days and waiting for the storm surge to pass. so francine came, and nobody was surprised when she knocked out the power lines and the service towers. june fourth came around, and it was clear a lot of cleanup would need to be done. uprooted trees scattered the island, some people on the coast lost their siding. mrs. babcock lost a good chunk of roof, but her house was in shambles already. it was a category two, and for a little island like brentwood, that high wind is devastating. mayor winthrop organized cleanup crews, and slowly but surely the island went through the process of rebuilding again. people took down their f**ck off francine plywood window coverings, and pushed the lighthouse chairs back up. they reopened their businesses and made work at cleaning up the beaches. all was normal.

except, just maybe, it wasn’t. it felt as if something off the coast shifted   --   like something had stirred. or was waking up?

but perhaps it was just the aftermath of a hurricane. yeah, that was likely it.

alright gang !   lighthousehq is now open for interactions.   kat and i should have contacted everyone thus far if they have information to keep in mind in the first step of the plot here, and we’ll continue to do so as the plot progresses. feel free to start posting starters or interactions, and we’re so psyched to start writing with you all!

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INCORRECT   LIGHTHOUSE   QUOTES    (  2  /  ∞  )

↳    roman,   thalia,   and   theo .

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   * ╰    the   𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏   of   roman keating :   ( 2 / ∞ ) !!

                      ft. banks   /   @delcoys

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mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

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Just found out sleeping does not erase all my problems. Shocked and upset

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       ARE   YOU   READY   FOR   THE   HUNT,   BRAINS ?

“    the   brains   is   the   one   with   all   the   brain   cells .    they’re   often   the   only   sane   man  .   they’re   a   straight   shooter   with   no   time   for   bullshit .    a   mathematical   mind   suited    for   puzzle   solving,   the   group   would   absolutely   get   nowhere   without   the   brains .    the   brains   is   like    rory   gilmore    if   rory   didn’t   go   off   the   fucking   rails   by   the   end   of   the   show  .    the   brains   has   a   bright   future,   and   if   finances   weren’t   a   factor   for   one   reason   or   another   i    could   absolutely   see   them   going   to   an   ivy   league   or   mit   or   stanford   or   oxford    or   summ   fancy   shmancy    like   that  .    they’ve   got   their   best   friends   in   the   hero,   lancer,   and   heart,   but   the   three   of   them   have    known   the   brain   long    enough   to   accept    them   for    their   idiosyncratic    self .    they’re   very   dogmatic   and   set   in   their   ways,    it’s   the   brain’s   way   or   the   highway  .    like   most    of   the   skeletons,   the   brains   grew   up   relatively   poor,   i’d   argue   they   might   be   the   least   well   off   of   any   of   them   ––– and   if   you   add   the   aspect   of    being   a   poc   ( if   you   choose   to   follow   that   route   ––   but   do   keep   in   mind   there’s    only   one   white   fc   rec   for   the   brains   skeleton,   and   that’s   for   a   reason .  .  . )  ––– the   brains   has   had   a  hell   of   a   fight   to   receive    the   education    that   a   mind   like   theirs   deserves  .    the   brains   is   the   only   one   in   the   group   with   any   brain   cells .   they’re   the   one   with   all   the   common   sense   & problem   solving   skills,   though   sometimes   they’re   a   pain   in   everyone’s   ass  .    ”

kat   &   amanda’s   favorite   fcs :    justice   smith,   zendaya   coleman,   maya   hawke,   jordan   fisher .

                   skeleton   /   pinterest   /   musings   tag .

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   ARE   YOU   READY   FOR   THE   HUNT,   SOVEREIGN ?

“    the   sovereign   is   your   archetypical   wealthy   beauty   queen .    her   family   probably   owns   half   of   brentwood,    and   she   makes   no   apologies   for   that .    very   popular   in   high   school,    the   sovereign   was   probably   prom   queen   and   head   cheerleader   and   all   those   things .    now,   she’s   either   in  or   has  recently   graduated   from   college,   and    she’s   spending   her   summer   back   home   on   the   wealthy   side   of   the   island .    she   might   not   have   a   reputation   for   being   the   kindest   nor   the   smartest,   but   that   doesn’t   mean   she   isn’t .   a   terribly   misunderstood   person,   she’s   been   forced   to   live   up   to   her   family’s   standards   for   a  very   long   time .    the   quote   ‘  a   gilded   cage   is   still   a   cage  ’    comes   to   mind .    people   always   have   her   name   in   their   mouths,   even   if   she   has   no   clue   who   they   are  .    when   she’s   on   the   island,   she   can’t   have   a   second   of   reprieve   from  being   the   sovereign  .    think   sarah   cameron,   jackie   burkhart,   brooke   davis,   rachel   green,   and   lydia   martin .    maybe   even   marissa   cooper .    this   girl   has   hidden   depths   and   a   mean   right   hook .   she’s   very   restless   of   her   life   and   her   reputation   on   brentwood  .   nobody   sees   her   for   who   she   is,   nobody   lets   her   forget   her   high   school   mistakes .   tired   of   being   under   estimated   as   just   some   southern   belle   debutante,   the   sovereign   is   ready   to   undergo   a   LOT    of   character   development   this   summer .    ”

kat   &   amanda’s   favorite   fcs :    ryan   destiny,   medalion   rahimi,   anne   winters,   sarah   jeffrey,   sofia   carson .

                   skeleton   /   pinterest   /   musings   tag .

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    ARE   YOU   READY   FOR   THE   HUNT,   TAGALONG ?

“    the   tagalong   is   the   only   member   of   the   gang   not   from   brentwood  .    for   one   reason   or   another, �� they   spend   every   summer   with   their   cousin   the   brains,   living   with   them    in    brentwood .    even   as   a   young   adult,   they   still   spend   the   tourist   season   on   the   island .    the   tagalong   is   an   avid   photographer  /   film  maker .    personality   wise,   they’re   annoying   as   hell .   SDJFKAJSDF   sorry .   okay,    they’ve   definitely   got   a   bit   of   david   dobrik   putting   a   disposable   camera   in   your   face   at    all   times   energy .    the   tagalong   is   always   down   to   clown,   and   honestly   i’d   describe   them   as   the   goof   of   the   group  .   big   john   mulaney   energy .    ‘  you   could   pour   soup   in   my   lap   and   i’d   probably   apologize   to   you .  ’    not    a    fan    of    confrontation,    they    know    just    when    to    crack    a    joke    to    lighten    the    mood,    or    when    to    talk    a    situation    down .    they    may    be    a    touch    lost    in    what    they    want    to    do,    where    they    want    to    go,    but    they    mean    well  .   even    if    sometimes    they    miss    the    mark  .     they’re   very   perceptive,    and   know   how   to   read   a   room,   and   that   feeds    into   their   aesthetic   sense   /   photography   skills  .     they   really   just   wanna   have   a   good   time   over   the   summer,   and   maybe  don’t   take   things   as   seriously   as   they   ought   to   be   taken   sometimes  .    i   picture   them   as   like  .   the   first   person   to   crack   a   joke,   you   know  ?  they   might   be   a   bit   of   a   partier,   too  .   ”

kat   &   amanda’s   favorite   fcs :    jordan   fisher,   froy   gutierrez,   alberto   rosende,   naomi   scott .

                  skeleton   /   pinterest   /   musings   tag .

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       ARE   YOU   READY   FOR   THE   HUNT,   HEART ?

“    the   label   name   is   based   on   the   trope   the   heart   obviously,   but   also   there’s   a   quote   from   joss   whedon   where   he’s   talking   about   kaylee   from  firefly   that   i   really   love .    he’s   basically   explaining   that   kaylee,   bubbly,   compassionate,  optimistic,  passionate   kaylee,   is   the   heart   of   the   crew .    everyone   performs   a   different   function   for   the   team,   and   her   function   is  love .   she   is   their heart  .    without   her,   that   ragtag   bunch   of   misfits   would   be   a   whole   lot   darker .    that’s   the   case   in   lighthouse .   the   heart   brings    out   the   best   in   people .   she’s   so   passionate    about   the   things   she   cares   about    that   even   the   staunchest   climate   change   denier   couldn’t   take   her   in   a   debate .   she   loves    her   friends   and   is   deeply   generous .   she   always   means   what   she   says .    her   positivity   is   absolutely   magnetic .   she  struggles   with   patience   and   remaining    kind   in   cruel   situations,   but   she   is   actively   always   growing   and   working   on   herself .   her   defining   characteristics   are  passionate    and   loving  .   she’s   deeply   empathetic   and   in   the   same   way   she   brings   out   the   good   in   people   she   tries   to   see   the   best    in   them   too .    she   can   be   naive   and   misguided,   she   be   lonely   and   and   unkind   to   herself  .    she   doesn’t   handle   conflict   well,   and   maybe   she’s   not   too   good   at   standing   up   for   herself .   her   endless   compassion   for   others   and   her  need   to   make   the   world   a   better   place   drive   her .    ”

kat   &   amanda’s   favorite   fcs :    simay   barlas,   lana   condor,   aslihan   malbora,   and   sofia   carson .

                    skeleton   /   pinterest   /   musings   tag .

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                            you   guys   ready   to   jack   some   loot ?                      opening   for   apps   on   may   1   at   1pm   est .

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JOIN   THE   HUNT   --   TALK   TAG   QUESTIONNAIRE .

name:

age, pronouns, & timezone:

favorite vacation spot:

what’s your favorite story  /  myth about the ocean?:

what skeleton are you interested in?:

tell us a vine or tik tok that you feel in your soul: