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A Peculiar Pie Predicament

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As swiftly as the pie had launched itself through the air, splattering against the wall with an undignified squelch, even quicker was the assailant's disappearance. One moment, a shadowy figure, the next, gone without a trace, leaving behind only the aroma of warm apples and a lingering sense of bewilderment.

Adam, still processing the bizarre projectile, turned his gaze to Doggo, who stood frozen, tail giving a series of tentative, nervous wags, clearly as perplexed as his owner. Then, his eyes fell upon Kitty, who, with characteristic female nonchalance, was already sniffing curiously at the fallen pie. "Kitty, come back! We don't know if it's safe to eat," Adam exclaimed, a note of panic in his voice. With all the unsettling rumors of strange illnesses and poisonings circulating throughout the village, he certainly didn't want to be the one to break the news to Mary that her beloved dog had been poisoned by a rogue pie. The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine.

"I'm well enough, just a bit startled, that's all," he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else, still trying to make sense of the absurdity of the situation. "Do you think there's a pie-throwing competition coming up?" The annual hootenanny was known for its eccentric array of games and contests, so truly, anything was possible. The reason behind such a peculiar attack remained a complete mystery.

His concern then shifted to Alice, who had bravely, and perhaps impulsively, attempted to intercept the airborne pastry. He scanned them for any signs of injury, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. "You okay, Alice?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern, hoping their heroic efforts hadn't come at a cost.

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[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

Adam was deep into his routine morning jog, the kind that cleared his head and set the rhythm for the day. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth from the surrounding Redwood National Park. His two companions, Doggo, a boisterous golden retriever, and Kitty, a more dignified but equally enthusiastic dog, trotted ahead, their leashes taut but comfortable in his grip. Sunlight dappled through the towering redwoods, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor as they followed the winding trail. Adam felt a sense of peaceful normalcy, a rare commodity in his often-unpredictable life.

That normalcy shattered in an instant. Without so much as a rustle in the undergrowth or a warning bark from the dogs, a solid, unexpected force slammed into his side, sending him sprawling to the ground. The leashes slipped from his numb fingers as he hit the soft earth with an unceremonious thud, the wind knocked out of him. Just as his head bounced lightly against a patch of moss, a large, glistening object, round and golden-brown, whizzed through the space where his ear had been a fraction of a second before. It exploded against the gnarled trunk of a nearby oak tree with a wet, satisfying splat, sending custard and flaky crust shrapnel flying.

Adam blinked, his vision still swimming slightly. He pushed himself up on an elbow, his dogs now sniffing curiously at the pie remnants on the tree. Looking up, he saw Alice, their usually serene face etched with a mix of fierce concentration and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. They stood over him, one hand still outstretched as if they'd just pushed him. Confusion, thick and disorienting, swirled in his mind, but beneath it, a profound wave of gratitude washed over him. They—Alice—had truly saved him from a very un-Adam-like, and undoubtedly humiliating, pie-to-the-face incident.

But the immediate danger had passed, and the absurdity of the situation began to settle in. What in the name of all that was sane was a pie doing, flying through the air with such velocity and precision? Was it an errant bakery delivery? A bizarre, culinary-themed attack? His mind raced through increasingly ridiculous scenarios. Then again, he thought, as his gaze drifted across the familiar, yet perpetually baffling, landscape of Redwood, this was Redwood. It wasn't just a town; it was a living, breathing enigma. Its people were less 'peculiar' and more 'masters of the delightfully, often dangerously, unconventional'. From the annual 'are dodos really instinct debate' to Mrs. Hasagawa's prize-winning, sentient pumpkins, Redwood had a way of making the utterly outlandish feel... normal. Was a rogue, airborne pie truly that surprising in the end? Probably not. It was just another Tuesday, another bizarre brush with the everyday extraordinary in the heart of Redwood. Adam sighed, a small, wry smile touching his lips. He supposed he should just be grateful it wasn't a fruitcake.

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It was no lie that Adam worked hard; he worked with the tireless diligence of a Clydesdale, each dawn finding him already immersed in the fragrant hum of The Enchanted Rose Cafe. But then, that was simply the baseline when one had a fledgling business to nurture, a dream he’d poured his very soul into, to keep afloat in the ever-shifting currents of Redwood. And though he would sooner swallow bitter grounds than admit it aloud, a gnawing worry had taken root in his stomach since the whispers of Ray’s new place opening had begun to circulate. Would it siphon off his regulars? Would the allure of something new, a fresh face in the town’s dining scene, prove too strong for his loyal patrons?

He clutched fiercely to his passion for tea and coffee, to the meticulously sourced beans and leaves, to the art of the perfect pour. He believed, with every fiber of his being, in the concept of The Enchanted Rose Cafe – its cozy nooks, the comforting scent of baked goods, the soft murmur of conversations, a true haven. He believed his quaint establishment could withstand the arrival of another restaurant, a new rival on the culinary block. Yet, the unease lingered. He wasn’t the only one feeling the squeeze. Terence had regrettably had to shutter his charming little bistro, a fixture of Main Street for years. While Terence insisted he was content, even thriving, running the bakery full-time now, a quiet, sour taste still lingered in Adam’s mouth, a silent testament to the precariousness of their small-town dreams.

This pervasive undercurrent of anxiety mirrored another, more personal worry that had settled in his mind: the recent, messy breakup of his friends. He cared deeply for them, and watching their shared history unravel had been like witnessing a small, familiar constellation dim. It sent ripples through his own sense of stability, a subtle reminder of life’s unpredictable nature. Yet, he knew he shouldn't let it consume him. After all, his own relationship with Mary was a steady, comforting anchor in the tempestuous sea of life. Their bond was deep, rooted in shared laughter and quiet understanding, and he truly believed little could ever disrupt it.

And yet, despite this bedrock certainty, his dreams, those unpredictable nocturnal visitors, were increasingly filled with oak-brown eyes. They were striking, warm, and strangely familiar, and lately, they seemed to belong to someone who had recently joined them in Redwood – Belle. He found himself wondering, with a strange mix of fascination and unease, why her eyes flashed in his subconscious so often. Was it a coincidence that her gaze was so strikingly similar to the ones that haunted his dreams, or was there some unspoken connection lurking beneath the surface? He pushed the thought away, returning to the present moment.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind making those caramel cups today," he mumbled aloud, his voice breaking the comfortable silence of the home. The thought of the rich, sweet aroma filling the air was a pleasant distraction. It was a simple joy, a small, tangible comfort he could create.

He, too, had been pondering the idea of starting a family, the notion a quiet hum in the back of his mind. But then, a wave of doubt would wash over him. Would he be a patient father? He still felt the familiar surge of anger from time to time, a hot, swift current that could rise unexpectedly. Luckily, he’d learned to navigate these internal storms with the invaluable help of therapy. It was a lifeline, a quiet space where he could unpack the complexities of his emotions. He often felt that more people in Redwood, with their unspoken burdens and simmering frustrations, would benefit from a good therapist – but who was he, a cafe owner, to tell them that? It was a private journey, one they had to embark on themselves.

mary smiled and held his face in her hand “of course, you work so hard, adam. you deserve to have a long lie to have some rest and catch up on sleep.” the cafe was always busy, it was a testament to the company that he had built. however, mary was saddened to hear about babette and victor. they were both close friends of the couple and she hated the idea that they couldn’t figure things out. “whatever is going on with them is sad to see. they clearly love each other, but sometimes if two people can’t agree on how to move forward it might not be enough anymore. babette has been vocal in wanting to settle down and start a family, if that’s not what victor wants it would be difficult to navigate that for each of them” she was thankful that she and adam had been on the same page about what they wanted in life and hoped that whatever babette and victor wanted that they would find that happiness for themselves. 

the conversation moving on from their worries of their friends relationships, she wrapped her arms around him, happily returning the passionate kiss she was gifted with. with all the talk of couples breaking up and the heart-wrenching news of people being injured and poisoned, it was a massive relief to be in adams arms, feeling the overwhelming safety of him around her. “not have to make loads of those little caramel cups?” she joked, running her fingers through his hair “in all seriousness, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she meant it with every ounce of her soul. she didn’t dare think of a day without him. she smiled down at the dogs who were more than happy to receive attention from their dad, it brought the image of a possibility of a tiny adam or tiny mary running around with them to her mind “they adore you, you're incredible with them”

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Adam looked at Babette with an almost defeated gaze, a heavy sigh catching in his throat. He wondered if there was truly nothing he could do to aid the two of them: Babette and Victor. The air around them felt thick with the unspoken weight of their recent separation, a palpable tension that seemed to hum beneath the usual office buzz. He knew a breakup wasn't something to take lightly, particularly when the fallout threatened the delicate ecosystem of their small team. And seeing this was not the first time they had separated—a fleeting thought crossed his mind that perhaps, just perhaps, this permanent severance was for the best, a difficult but necessary step towards individual peace.

Still, the thought didn't sit right. He couldn't just look at Babette, seeing the faint shadows under her eyes, the way her shoulders seemed just a fraction more hunched than usual, and not say anything. A sharp pang of genuine concern twisted in his gut. Beyond the personal awkwardness, there was the undeniable professional impact. He needed to know if Babbette was okay, truly okay, not just for her own sake, but for the team's. And, perhaps more crucially, he needed to ascertain if she still wanted to work with him, despite Victor also working here. The idea of losing either of them, of being forced to choose, was anathema to him. He didn't want to fire anyone, especially not over something as deeply personal as a broken relationship. The silence between them grew heavy, almost suffocating, charged with all the history they shared, both professional and the peripheral awareness of their personal lives. He felt compelled to break it, to offer some semblance of support, however inadequate. Taking a steadying breath, he finally voiced the question that had been pressing against his lips: "How are you faring after everything?"

since splitting up with victor, babette was trying her best to continue on with daily life. some part of her had really thought that they might've figured things out and got back together like they always did but babette was set on what she wanted and victor wasn't.

carrying on with her day to day life, babette had finished serving some people at work when she was approached by adam. "hi, um, yeah sure" she was aware that adam was in a position with him being close friends with both babette and victor as well as having them work for him. it made sense that he wanted to talk about things whether it be friend or boss.

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It was a profound relief, a deep exhalation of a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, as he murmured, "Thank you for allowing me to sleep further. It's been incredibly hectic in the Enchanted Rose Café, a whirlwind of clattering teacups, hushed whispers, and strained silences, especially now that Babette and Victor are avoiding each other like the plague. The air practically crackles with unspoken tension when they're in the same room, each moving through their shifts with a careful, almost choreographed distance. It's truly disheartening; I can adjust their work schedule around each other, creating separate shifts to spare them the awkward encounters, but it's just sad to see them like this. This breakup feels different from the ones before, less like a passionate disagreement that will inevitably mend, and more like a quiet, irreversible fracture. There's a profound finality to it, a heavy silence that wasn't there in their previous tiffs, which always ended with a dramatic reconciliation and a fresh start." He could sense, with a heavy heart that weighed him down each morning, that this might indeed be a story without a happy ending for his two dear friends, and that thought cast a somber shadow over the bustling, usually joyful, atmosphere of the café.

Turning then, from the troubled thoughts of his friends, to his lover, Mary, he kissed her tenderly. In her warmth, he found his own sanctuary, a steady anchor amidst the daily chaos. His gratitude for her was a tangible warmth within him, radiating through his chest. Their enduring bond, the quiet strength of their connection, the steady flame of their affection, was a constant comfort. They were lasting, thriving even, building a future together, with concrete plans to be wed in the nearby future – a beacon of hope he clung to fiercely. "What would I do without you?" he whispered, his voice thick with genuine emotion and a touch of awe, as he let out a content sigh that carried the weight of both his weariness and his profound happiness. He reached down, his fingers burying themselves in the soft fur of their two loyal companions, Doggo and Kitty – ironically named, yet perfectly embodying their quirky charm. He played with them, ruffling their ears and petting their heads, finding a simple, grounding joy in their unconditional presence and the quiet rhythm of their breathing.

waking to the sun peaking through the window, mary opened her eyes and gave a sleepy smile when she saw adam still deep in slumber. pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she got up from their bed and gently tucked the covers around him and left the room to let him catch up on some well earned rest. mary strolled through the house with the dogs walking closely behind her and opened the kitchen french doors to let the dogs run around the garden while she got to work brewing coffee.

the low hum of the radio playing as she began to work on breakfast for them both. unaware of his arrival until adam spoke up, she turned smiling at her husband-to-be "morning, how did you sleep? you looked so peaceful, i didn't want to wake you" she answered brightly, smiling at the kiss on her forehead "that's sweet of you to say. having a morning coffee with you is one of my favourite times of the day." every day with him is a joy but they were usually so busy, and a lazy morning with adam was something mary always loved. "do you want some pancakes? they have chocolate chips in them"

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The smell of coffee | Adam x Mary

Adam awoke to the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a comforting sign that Mary, his partner, was already up and about. It had been quite some time since he’d enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in, but Saturdays were his sacred days for extended rest, especially after the demanding week of running the Enchanted Rose Cafe. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on their cozy bedroom. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice still a little husky with sleep, as he leaned over to press a tender kiss to her forehead. A soft chuckle escaped him. "You'd think that owning a cafe and being surrounded by coffee all day, every day, would somehow diminish my enjoyment of it, but you couldn't be more wrong. There’s just something about that first cup at home, made by you, that hits differently." He stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of his joints, and mentally prepared for a relaxed start to the weekend, a stark contrast to the usual hustle of the cafe.

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Adam hadn't spoken to Babette in a while, and the silence between them had begun to gnaw at him. He felt a growing knot of concern for her, especially since her very public breakup with Victor. Normally, after a split, they'd gravitate back towards each other, drawn by some unspoken, magnetic force that seemed to pull them together no matter how messy things got. Yet, this time, for some inexplicable reason, they hadn't gotten back together — at least not that he knew of. The air in the enchanted rose Cafe was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension, a palpable weight that settled over the tables and hushed conversations, making every interaction feel fraught. He watched her from across the bustling cafe, serving lattes with a forced cheerfulness that didn't quite reach her eyes. The usual sparkle was missing, replaced by a weary wistfulness that tugged at his heart. He knew Victor was struggling too, evident in the terse, almost angry glances he'd sometimes shoot Babette's way when he thought no one was looking. Adam decided he couldn't stand the palpable awkwardness any longer.

"Hey Babette, you wanna talk?" he asked, seizing the moment. It was perfect timing; Victor had storage duty for the day, a convenient arrangement that kept them apart and, ideally, prevented those confusing, volatile sparks from flying. Be they good or bad, charged with lingering affection or sharp resentment, Adam felt he absolutely needed to know what was going on beneath the surface of their strained politeness. He wanted to understand why this breakup felt different, why the usual gravitational pull between them had seemingly vanished, leaving only a vast, uncomfortable silence

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@MAGICALADAMLEGRAND/  a  private writing account belonging to the roleplay group happiestplacehq  as the beast/prince adam, known in Redwood Hollow as Adam Legrand. based   on   the  disney film from 1990  'BEAUTY AND THE BEAST' written  by   Naomi ( she/her,   29,  gmt+1-2 ). 

tags;

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 : 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓍 𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂. (ship tag)

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉. (musing tag)

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒. (thread tag)

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈. (starter tag)

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝒩𝒶𝑜𝓂𝒾 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈. (moodboard tag)

connections

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒢𝒾𝒷𝒷𝓈.

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝒟𝓊𝓈𝓉.

ongoing threads

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ {𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊} - {Mary x Adam}

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ {𝓅𝒾𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉} - {Alice & Adam}

■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ {𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎} - {Babette & Adam}