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a friend in need is a friend indeed, and she couldn't let someone pass the day without trying her aunty mary's soda bread trifle. or, perhaps it's because this 'friend' has the face of someone who'd once been her laptop screensaver. "oh, well..." me? she wants to say, but she'll keep her grace intact for now. she has been taking twice as long to get ready in the morning ever since max st. james came to town. "there's some store bought food which-- not that there are rules or anything, but if there were, and if it was up to me, that would be breaking the rules. so, i'd avoid those." slow down, trudy. a beat. then: "do you like frogs?"
𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. max st. james where: the great ridge potluck status: accepting replies
general displeasure surrounding his current situation had mostly been left behind in his room at the inn, tucked away like an outfit he'd chosen not to wear. a relaxed grin adorned his features instead. there may not be any cameras around but max didn't require one to play a part. he couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a picnic that wasn't on set. it was a pleasant gathering, he supposed; the weather was good at least. ❝ tell me, ❞ elbows rested on the picnic table when he leaned slightly forward toward the other person, ❝ what is the one food you'd say i have to try here? ❞
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the canned drink stares at her like it's a grenade, and she glares back as if it's already ticking. a brief pause -- she looks up to the trees for some guidance, though she has to squint her eyes due to the sun slinking through the gaps between the branches. defne is a firefighter, a hero, trudy couldn't possibly say no but ... "no, i can't, defne!!!" she blurts out. her heart belongs to the town. "what if there's suddenly, like, a safety hazard? what if there's a fire?" she says, to the firefighter. "i need to be on high alert in case anything goes wrong. and besides--" then, she lowers her tone to a hushed whisper, "the madam mayor is here."
open starter for : 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚢 & open [ accepting 0 / 5 replies ] location : wicklow ridge's town green / park
" considering this is more or less a town holiday - why don't you put your duties on hold until you get called in ? " the firefighter knew just how difficult it was to keep work and free - time from one another , but if you couldn't divide them you would never be able to enjoy the small pleasures in life . with two can's of beer , one in each hand she grinned from ear to ear , waiting for her companion to settle down and realize work could wait ⸻ after all the town's troubles wouldn't disappear even if they had one good day . " for me , enjoy just one with me . " pleading hazelnut hues pretend to be as innocent as the next, dangling the canned beverage in front of herself .
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"you know i don't like saying this, eddie..." oh, but she does. and it's not just because she's not an animal lover. plus, with eddie, she doesn't even need to say it. one look at the dog, then the leash, then back to him. "there are kids here!" she spreads her arms out wide. it's poor timing, on her part, as there's not a single child in sight. "my auntie mary's cousin's husband had a pet iguana who bit his next door neighbour and they had to euthanise him. the iguana, not the husband. d'ya want that to happen to max?!"
ᝰ open for anyone ᝰ wicklow summer social, afternoon
ᝰ the perks of having an older and ( seemingly ) well-behaved dog means a lot of things, mostly that eddie has the luxury of keeping him leash-free as he spends most of his time sleeping on their blanket. but predictability was never something max is known for, and one passerby later he's up on his feet and following the scent trail of food and inconveniencing its possessor. “ max! c'mon, boy, that isn't yours! ” eddie calls out, rushing to clasp the leash back onto his dog. “ sorry about him, you'd think i don't feed him enough, ” he jokes as max tucks behind his legs like a reprimanded child. “ you enjoying yourself? ”
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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ keke palmer. cis woman. she/her … now playing: i wanna dance with somebody by whitney houston — oh , that ? might be trudy moise , an thirty one year old administrative assistant (town hall) who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for all her life , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at visitor center , always going on about “the only thing i'm guilty of is loving wicklowridge” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re optimistic & passionate — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like oblivious & interfering. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.
SUMMARY:
born and bred in wicklow. comes from a loving and supportive family, both of her parents were involved in town politics. her mum, a well known ball breaker, was the previous deputy mayor. trudy gets her passion from her.
her greatest achievement is winning the county frog jumping competition and now she is a judge
a corporate girly at heart -- except the corporation is wicklow town hall and she is doing the Most to climb the ranks, her dream is to be the mayor one day. a huge kiss ass with good intentions
her contributions so far are: setting up the town welcoming committee ( she is the only member ... SO FAR ), bothering the visitor center to coordinate more events for the town, and whole lot of others that have been big effort but poor execution. her next goals are: hosting sunday night bingos and clean streets initiatives
basically she is committed in making wicklow ridge the greatest town ever and her biggest fears are groups of boys who visit during ski season
tldr: wicklow's leslie knope
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trudy moise. intro. samson janowitz. intro.
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