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shredmytapestry​:

​AKSEL.

‘that’s funny. the wailing drew us both in. aksel smiled and held the dog closer so micah could give him affection. ‘i guess so. is that the next step? this is the first stray i’ve found. stray or owned, i don’t know. most animals don’t even like me.’ 

“Little guy knew what to do to get taken care of,” he offered with a chuckle. “Yeah, I mean, shelter is the first place a family would ask if their pet is gone. And if he’s stray, they’ll help him find a forever home. Unless you’re looking for a new friend?” he looked at the other with a raised questioning eyebrow. “If animals don’t like you, he seems pretty comfortable. Might be a sign.”

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apieceofreese​:

@moorbrookestarters​

To say Reece had a long day would be an understatement. It was terrible on all accounts from start to finish. Things had been too chaotic and he just wanted to sit down, have a drink, and unwind. At least that’s what he said 2 beers ago. He had moved onto something different, a recommendation from the bartender that he was hoping was good. His plan wasn’t to get drunk, and he wasn’t yet. He was warm, which helped the cool air outside. He was starting to let his guard down and finally relax when someone took the chair next to him. “Is there glitter in this,” he spoke more so to himself, holding up the glass with a concerned face as it shimmered in the light.

Micah had taken a break from his spot at the booth, letting a pre-made mix play so he could take a small break. He’d passed through to the restroom and was now saddling up the bar for a water and a Red Bull. He hadn’t slept well the night before and was dragging through his shift.  “Oh yeah, they call that The Elixir,” he suppled, not sure the other man was really looking for a response. “They’re good, don’t let the sparkle put you off. Though I will warn you, edible and digestible... not the same thing.” He gave a knowing look, hoping his drift was picked up. “Cuz that was a surprise the first time you see it.”

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piercity​:

open  starter .

           orion  is  a  very  well  behaved  dog .       when  felicity  was  still  living  in  chicago ,    she  didn’t  work  —-  or ,   rather ,    she  wasn’t  allowed  to  have  a  job .     so  when  she  adopted  the  doberman  pinscher  four  years  ago ,     a  lot  of  time  was  invested  into  his  upbringing .    he’s  extremely  well  socialized ,     even  with  kids  and  cats ,    which  was  no  easy  feat .    sometimes ,    though ,     even  the  most  obedient  of  dogs  will  misbehave .     felicity  stops  paying  attention  to  orion  for  one  second  to  check  her  phone  and  that’s  all  it  takes :    after  a  brief  moment ,    there’s  a  snuffling  sound ,    and  felicity  looks  up  from  her  phone  only  to  be  mortified .    he  has  stuck  his  nose  into  the  bag  of  the  poor  person  sitting  beside  her ,    probably  chasing  some  sort  of  interesting  smell .    ‘  orion !     geez .  ’    he  looks  up ,    the  picture  of  innocence  despite  knowing  full  well  he’s  not  supposed  to  do  that .   ‘   i  am  so  sorry .  he  really  is  well  behaved ,    just ….   a  bit  nosy .  ’    no  pun  intended .

If Micah didn’t know better, he’d think the universe was trying to tell him to get a dog. Sure they were a common sight on the street, walking with owners, and he was more than happy to offer some scritches in passing. But between almost rescuing a stray (he was like a second too late, okay?) and now having one digging through his backpack, the encounters were feeling signs. “Nah don’t stress,” he told her, shifting his things out of reach of the curious pooch and then giving him pets in turn. “I’m pretty sure I have some beef jerky left in there, he probably just thought he’d scored an extra snack,” Micah joked.

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thetcsteofink​:

sincerely, alecto was relieved to talk about it more. not every patron wanted to chit chat with their server, especially regarding such a strange event. “beyond crazy. nothing even happens here, really. i mean i’ve only been here for a year-ish but… if that’s anything to go by, then yeah. nothing!” she nodded, pensive. “it’s going to give me anxiety until there’s anymore news. okay, coffee. cheese omelet? coming right up.” alecto scribbled on her notepad and ripped the paper from the rings to hand it to the cooks. she really should go tend to other customers, but a quick, lazy glance over the diner told her no one really needed her right now, so she went back to cheese omelet guy to further discuss the matter in a hushed whisper. “so, no, by the way, i don’t think it’s an elaborate halloween prank because i feel like a halloween prank is more… goofy and supernatural rather than, well, missing mayor. like this is more serious. it’s freaky. of all people it’s the mayor of moorbrooke which like, no one really cares about. and if our dear mayor was seen earlier throughout the festival, it makes no sense that she’d just ditch right before her speech, or whatever. and like someone would’ve found her if she’d gone home. or like. i don’t know. she has a car right? did anyone mention her car if it was missing too?”

Micah weighed what she was saying with a bob of his head. She certainly had a point. They had passed the window and severity levels for a prank. But he couldn’t help to want it to all be an elaborate ruse, ultimately nothing. “I suppose that’s true. Even if they were going for ‘scary prank’ they would’ve given us the ‘gotcha!’ by now. He paused and sipped from the mug she filled after pouring a bit of sugar in and giving it a stir. He followed her lead, leaned in and kept their conversation hushed. He wasn’t sure if it was to be polite and not disturb other patrons or if she was worried about listeners. “I mean, surely she does. I don’t think anyone’s made mention of it. She doesn’t seem the type to randomly skip town?”

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shredmytapestry​:

​AKSEL.

location: around town when: anytime status: open || @moorbrookestarters​

aksel heard a distant whining and followed the noise. he was on his day off from the hospital ( not something that happened very often ) and on his way to get a coffee he was now stuck with an animal in his arms. he could’ve just walked but honestly some part of him wanted this to be a stray he could take home. he was sure his roommate wouldn’t mind, but still had to do his part to try and find their owner. ‘hiii, is this yours? i found them crying and now everytime i try to put them down… they cry. not in pain, but more in a whininess.’ 

After rounding the corner and spotting the other man with the dog in his arms, Micah was sure they’d been drawn to the spot for the same purpose. The poor thing still looked a little scared, but was clearly better than he had been moments before. “Nah, not mine,” he said with a shake of his, “just came to inspect the sound, like you I guess. Cute lil guy though.” He reached out and gave a scratch behind the dog’s ears, smiling at the reaction. “You gonna take him to the shelter or?”

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who: micah and james @candydripping​ where: dolphin records

“But you get what I’m saying, right?” Micah asked, putting down the vinyl copy of the Backstreet Boys debut album. “Vinyl is great, it has such a unique sound. Rumours on vinyl? Can’t be beat. But all of this millennial pop re-release on vinyl is just trendy, capitalistic. It doesn’t add anything to Baby One More Time to play it on the record player. It actually sounds better streaming.” There wasn’t necessarily a lot in life that he got passionate about, but music in its correct medium? He absolutely had opinions there. He was just glad that James was used to his ramblings by now. Small town record shops were known for having gems hidden in the stacks of records, and he’d found more than a couple here over the years in his visits. “Okay, lame records aside, what else have I missed around here?”

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fckalecto​:

Who: Anyone! @moorbrookestarters​

Where: Beachwood Diner

with the news of the mayor’s strange disappearance, the town’s been a bit on edge. but no doubt alecto came across the mysterious podcast earlier in the morning and ended up telling her dad all about it. since it was her day off from the library and as it was saturday, there were no classes, her dad insisted she help out in the diner while she explained to him what a podcast even was. ( “no dad, it’s not like one of those tide pod things” ). she wondered if anyone else had heard of it. of course most if not all of the town at least was at the fest and witnessed the mayor not showing up. some patrons even today whispered over it during their meals. alecto went to tend to the customer seated at the bar with her notepad and pen in hand. and… there her dad went yelling loudly at the cook for something. “jeez,” she muttered to herself. “sorry, not at you. just,” she waved the pen around by her head. “lots going on. mayor missing, weird podcast. have you heard of it? anyway, sorry—do you need a menu or do you know what you want? and do you want coffee?”

After the hubbub of yesterday’s festival, Micah had definitely been left with the feeling of what a time to move here. He was hardly a conspiracy theorist, and the loudest voice in his head was telling him there was a perfectly logical explanation for everything. After all, in all his visits to the small New England town, Moorbrooke had always been simple, relatively uneventful. But when he sat at the stool of the diner and another person was bringing up the events, the less rational side of his brain was happy to take over. “It’s crazy right?” he agreed, knocking his knuckles against the counter as he made eye contact with the waitress. “I can’t remember the last time something nefarious happened in this town, now the mayor gets kidnapped??” Micah repeated, shaking his head of it. “Coffee’s good, yeah, and then just like a cheese omelet? Nothing fancy. But yeah, Do you think it’s something actually bad or like... an elaborate Halloween prank?”

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MICAH RUTHERFORD ( HE/HIM ) is a MALE, TWENTY FIVE year old DJ AT CLUB LEVIAT who has been living in Moorbrooke for three weeks. They were born on MAY 17 and right now, they are currently residing in PRIMROSE AVENUE. It has been said that they look suspiciously like JORDAN FISHER and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose WAKE ME UP by AVICII.

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All things considered, Micah has had a pretty easy life. The only child of a venue coordinator mother and an orchestra director father, his childhood had been rich, in nearly every sense of the word. He was want for nothing, brought up around music and arts of all kinds, sent to great schools, and encouraged to explore any creative avenue that piqued his interest.

As was tradition for Rutherfords, Micah developed a love for music. He spent countless hours at rehearsals with his dad, listening to the orchestra perfect classic pieces, learn movie scores, and occasionally, a cross over with music from Coldplay, Drake, or Taylor Swift. He also loved to visit his Gran and Gramps in Moorbrooke. His Gramps was a retired jazz musician who had had a wildly successful career. Micah loved to hear the stories, the songs, and even learned the basics of playing the trumpet before the man passed when Micah was still a child. Even after he was gone, his stories lived on through his Gran. Micah would visit her often, hear her sides of the stories and sit silently while the record player filled the room with memories.

When it came time to think about college, a career, the future, Micah was hesitant. Music seemed the obvious choice, and he would have been a valued candidate at several arts colleges around the country. But the structure of formal learning didn’t appeal to him. Answering to “the man”and forcing the craft for a grade felt... disingenuous. Instead, Micah opted to dive head first into work, finding the avenue that would suit him best. He played at piano bars, did a stint with Disneyland’s Dapper Dans, couch surfed across the country finding any and every odd music industry job he could until he found it two years later.

He’d been hired at a piano bar, crooning Piano Man for tips four nights a week. It was a solid gig, for now. His roommate at the time was a DJ and the equipment he got to be around in the apartment? He hadn’t felt the curiosity that stirred in his bones since he’s listened to his Gramps talk about his career years ago. His roommate taught him the ropes, instructing how each knob and switch charged the sounds. And with every click, Micah felt everything falling in to place.

Since then, Micah has been honing his skills as a DJ and is pretty good, if he would say so himself (and he totally would). He had a regular job with the Cosmopolitan in Vegas, facilitating a party life and living one of his own. Until two months ago when he got the news that his Gran had passed away. So he made the trip to Maine, one that he had made a 100 times, and said goodbye to the woman for the last time. 

A few weeks later, when the will was read, the whole family was shocked to find the entire estate had been left in Micah’s care. The large home in Primrose Avenue, the 1966 Corvette, all of his Gramps music and instrument collection, everything. His extended family - aunts and uncles, the other fifteen grandchildren - and his parents were probably more shocked than he was at the results. After all, Micah was the who came around outside of holidays and family gatherings.

So now, much to their collective chagrin, Micah has decided to move, full time, to Maine. He’s not sure how long he’ll be there, or how well he’ll handle living in the home of his two favorite people with both of them gone. But for now? Moorbrooke was home.

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Coyote Ugly; (2000) dir. David McNally.