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mio doesn't know who's in a worse position right now : herself, being faced with having to comfort someone, or roya, who has nobody around to comfort her except for mio mitsuhara. the entire thing is a tragedy in the making. she stands frozen as the other babbles, trying to latch onto a single thing that's come out of their mouth. clears her throat as she gives a little nod, half-panicked, half-annoyed. "sure. i mean, not really. i mean, i'm sure no one's staring to be rude." her hand lifts and stays in the air, a twitch of her fingers, as if she's considering laying it on their shoulder. she gives up on the gesture, letting the hand drop limply to her side. "uh, if you want to be alone, i can keep watch while you calm down. start growling at anyone who tries to come too close."

      " ah, merde — " they didn't mean to infringe, perhaps stumbling upon someone who found themselves in a similar situation, another lone wanderer who, too, sought a breather from the eye of the summer storm. " i didn't mean to — i — pardon — is it — " reduced into a babbling mess, all because of too many eyes, and chatter that was much too loud, and the gazes that seemed to whip in her direction. though, the embarrassment now was still preferable to being out there. " i'm just looking for a place to be alone for a bit — i don't want to leave, not yet, the night is just starting — " a case of fomo, enough to make participation feel like an obligation as a wicklow resident, as if attendance was tracked, watched over. " i've already been to two of these, but, it has yet to get easier. too many people in one place, perhaps ... all the ones that stare. have you ? noticed that, i mean. "

open to. everyone !

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"not to be rude..." the words slipping from her mouth are a warning : she's about to be rude. "...but this spread looks like you just grabbed whatever you could to get out as fast as possible." not that she's in a position to judge. if it were up to mio, she'd be at home, tucked under the covers. or somewhere she shouldn't be, hunting down some imaginary creature for work. still, she reaches out, plucking the first sweet thing she sees away from him. hers now, she thinks, taking a bite. "why're you back here? did i interrupt your me-time?"

Where: The Great Ridge Potluck

For: Anyone

Adrian's social battery was kind of low for these events whether it was the crowds or the rowdiness that seemed to come easily as the day moved on. However, he wasn't ready to leave yet. He just needed some time to himself. To eat in peace. One thing he could control, nothing much worse than a 100 eyes on you while stuffing one's face. He wasn't some heathen with his eating habits, but the male liked to protect his peace in most situations. Until he heard footsteps to where he was seated comfortable on the tailgate of his truck. A variety of food items he had scavenged in his rounds. "Sure I can make an exception in sharing, plenty to go around." He motioned towards the spread basically which consisted from salty foods to sweets. A polite offer nonetheless.

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the potluck is the last place mio wants to be. she likes to think of herself as something of a cryptid herself as much as she writes and talks about them, appearing in flashes and glimpses to the town proper. but something tugged her out of bed, made her dress and make her way to where everyone else was. she's not looking to start a conversation until conversation finds her, harper's eyes meeting hers, the other gliding towards her. "sure. thanks." she reaches for the whiskey, more than happy to drown herself in it. "i don't know. does anyone take potluck food reviews seriously? half of the stuff brought is just frozen and reheated. they just don't want to admit it."

who : open to anyone

where : the great ridge potluck

summary : sat around a campfire, late morning/early afternoon

'It's five o'clock somewhere' was a quote Harper lived by most days as she pulled out the half bottle of whiskey, filling up her travel cup for the second time already. The annual potluck wasn't exactly her thing, yet it was a spectacle she never missed. Most people enjoyed the company of friends, playing games and engaging in pointless activities. Whereas Harper enjoyed the messier side that came with such a large group, thriving on the people watching. "Want some?" She offered the other who mistakenly made eye contact with her. "I'm taking bets on the first person to lose their shit over a bad review of their food. Who is your money on?"

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★  ‧₊˚  ⋆  anna sawai.  cis woman.  she/her  …  now  playing:  hearing damage  by  thom yorke  —  oh  ,  that  ?   might  be  mio mitsuhara   ,  a  thirty six  year  old  cryptid blogger / podcaster  who’s  been  hanging  around  wicklow  ridge  for  her entire life (on and off)  ,  just  long  enough  to  stir  up  some  trouble  if  you  ask  me.  they’re  a  regular  at  the old willow trail  ,  always  going  on  about  “can i get a quote on your paranormal experiences so far?”  like  it’s  gospel.  around  town  ,  folks  say  they’re  eccentric  &  fervid  —  but  when  they  think  no  one’s  listening  ?  it’s  more  like  uncompromising  &  generally off putting.  are  the  rumors  true  ?  maybe  not  …  but  it  sure  makes  life  around  here  a  little  more  interesting. 

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ON AIR.

name. mio mitsuhara. nickname(s). nicknamed mimi in childhood, completely despises it. age. thirty six. birthday. april 4th. zodiac. aries ( western ), snake ( eastern ). birthplace. burlington, vermont. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. bisexual biromantic. spoken languages. english (fluent, native), japanese (semi-fluent). education. master's degree in journalism. occupation. cryptid blogger/podcaster.

mother. keiko mitsuhara, japan-native, corporate lawyer, deceased. father. ????, japan-native, ????, ???? siblings. only child as far as she knows, unknown on father's side. pets. two serama chickens, one hen (biscuit) and one rooster (gravy).

height. 5'1. hair. dark brown in the light, black to the eye without direct sunlight. straight, usually worn down, occasionally braided when it starts to bother her. eyes. dark brown. piercing(s). both lobes pierced as a child. tattoo(s). has always wanted one and has always been too scared to get one. scar(s). faded appendectomy scar, left hand and wrist burned from a cooking accident in college. voice. here. wardrobe. as temperamental and unknowable as she is : her wardrobe has everything from business casual skirts and blazers to graphic tees and baggy pants. it all depends on what she feels like wearing that day... or, more accurately, what the first thing she grabs from her closet ends up being. scent. an earthen, grassy scent sticks to her skin from how often she finds herself outside. otherwise, she drenches herself in lavender.

temperament. choleric. alignment. true neutral. physical conditions. wolff-parkinson-white syndrome, von willebrand's disease. neurological conditions. depression, untreated. emotional stability. non-existent. there's never a moment when mio is stable or in control of her emotions, even if she pretends to be. sociability. ambivert. drug use. prescriptions, but otherwise depends on how willing she is to make a bad decision that day. alcohol use. recreationally.

character inspiration. cristina yang ( grey's anatomy ), ellen hutter ( nosferatu ), madeline usher ( the fall of the house of usher ), lady jessica ( dune ), kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ). literary inspiration. wuthering heights / emily brontë, untamed shore / silvia moreno-garcia, isabel cañas, julia armfield, mariana enríquez, yiyun li, the late americans / brandon taylor, the lamb / lucy rose

BACKSTAGE.

tw. illness, parental death

your birth is a complication. they'd warned your mother for months now that you'd be a risk, but she wanted you, and she was determined to see you through to the end. the story begins with your birth because whatever came before it, the love story ( or lack thereof ) between your parents, whatever separated them after their move to the united states but before you were born, the way she worked herself half to death finishing her jd with you growing inside her, none of that is ever anything your mother spoke about. you'd had to force pieces out of it throughout the years. but, anyway, the birth : you come out alive and breathing, but your mother almost dies. when she doesn't, the doctors say it's a miracle both of you made it. maybe that's why you two were so close. two miracles bonded together.

your mother moves you both to wicklow ridge when you're six months old. she's a busy woman, working her way up the ranks of the law firm she works for, dreams of opening her own firm and providing everything her daughter could need fueling her. still, it meant late nights and being raised by babysitters a lot of the time. you learn to be independent from a young age, but you don't hold it against your mother, because watching her succeed, all you want to do is the same.

as a child, you are regularly ill. your immune system isn't the best, and your diagnosed illnesses, while neither fatal, don't help the situation. you grow to work with your body, recognize the signs and what it needs, do your best to avoid falling bedridden. you put your energy into your health and your schooling, graduating a year early. originally in a pre-law track, you discover a love for journalism in your first semester after working for your university's paper and switch majors. you're an excellent student : you have a job lined up before you've even graduated, moving to new york to work for a big news station.

you work yourself to the bone from job to job until you're granted your own radio show. you grow a following, you're beloved, and you fall in love. within a year, you're engaged. everything falls into place perfectly.

until : the news comes. your mother's passed, unexpectedly. until : struck with grief and overworked, you snap at the wrong person at the wrong time, getting yourself fired and blacklisted. until : the love of your life calls off the engagement.

no one expects their life to fall apart as they're on the cusp of their thirties. you move back to wicklow, occupying the home that used to belong to your mother. you go independent, a dumb little podcast and blog about local cryptids that the tourists and even old fans love, despite it being so different from your old body of work. you tell yourself all of this is temporary, only until you get back on your feet, but as the years pass, you start to wonder if this is all you'll ever be for the rest of your life.

DEAD AIR.

part hard ass, part strange little freak that asks you about your thoughts on mothman for no reason. mio finds herself becoming a walking contradiction : she wants to stay away from people, but she also wants to be in everyone's business. it's the journalist in her ! she's a creature of stubborn passion and biting sarcasm, bitter coffee in human form. natural leader, hates following. intelligent and observative and isn't afraid to show it, but also makes bad decisions, and often purposefully. after the mess she's made of her life, she seeks danger and bad decisions, wanting to inflict more suffering on herself just so she has an excuse not to feel better. would rather die than open up to anyone. in short : girl, find a therapist ! not quite a nurturer, and difficult to get close to. but once you do, you'll find that mio is loyal like a dog, one of the greatest friends you'll ever have. she lives by do as i say, not as i do. willing and able to get physical if she needs to, but her greatest weapon is that tongue and the cruel words it can spit. the kind of person that acts grumpy but is the first to help without being asked.

AD BREAK.

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. her old fiancé, who left her during the lowest time of her life. they were something of a power couple, either both in media or in their respective career paths. but they weren't together just because of that : in mio's eyes, whatever they had was real. it's the closest to love she'd ever gotten. reasons why they left are utp, but they never gave her a true reason : just said they couldn't do this anymore, that she was too much, and gave their ring back. it's been haunting her ever since, and she came to wicklow to escape them. seeing them again is not in the plans. ( open to any gender, but i will kiss u if u take this with a fem muse )

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. and probably still her best friend. clicked as kids and have been together ever since, distance not separating them an inch. the only person who knows absolutely everything about mio, and one of the only people she'd ever willingly open up to.

FAMILY FRIENDS / FRIENDS OF HER MOTHER. i imagine keiko was a fixture in wicklow, someone who was very involved in the community, and mio... is the opposite. but people remember her mother kindly, and maybe some of those people are still offering olive branches to mio because of it. wld love to see someone who thinks of her as an honorary daughter, and her hating it <3

OLD RIVAL. self-explanatory. someone who was her biggest rival, either in school or just in general. i think it'd be fun if they kicked up their rivalry again, just looking for reasons to get under each other's skin. very much "they allegedly hate each other but they also know each other better than anyone" vibes.

ANYTHING ELSE. friends, exes, hookups, bad influences, ppl she's desperately trying to be a good influence to despite her being terrible, fans of her show, haters of her show, enemies, one-sided affections, quite literally anything that comes to ur beautiful mind <3

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OVERKIL,            penned   for   wicklowridge   by   neve,   24,   they/them,   est.  mature themes are present.           studies   in   bad   decisions,   long   nights,   unkempt   rooms   &   dreams   turned   to   dust,   redemption   as   a   long   and   crooked   road   to   walk,   how   to   turn   a   memory   into   a   knife,   the   past   as   your   worst   enemy.

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