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@smallscreensource TV appreciation week: Day 1: Favourite Character — Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso)

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It wasn't a smart move continuing the conversation. There was about 1,000 reasons for Scott to not pursue this train of thought, no matter how bright the red of her hair was as she twirled it around her finger. But his body felt warm and he didn't want to think about the why not's.

Scott wiped at his bottom lip. "That checks out. You don't seem the type to be so easily impressed." He quirked an eyebrow and added, "What if, when a lad gets his financials more sorted, he takes you out dancing at this Pixie's? Would that be a start, you reckon?"

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"Hmm... I don't know." She mused, still looking at him and twirling her hair with her finger.

"It would take something impressive for this stranger not to be a stranger anymore."

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"Oh yeah, there's something right there," Scott lied, gesturing towards where she dabbed at herself with the napkin. His plan was for her to get up from the table to go 'freshen up,' and then he could make his escape. If only she'd actually leave.

She introduced herself and he nodded. "Looks like it's still there, Isabela."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Singing For Supper // OPEN

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Scott coughed out of surprise. Surely, she didn't hear the double entendre in her turn of phrase that he did. But he couldn't let himself think about that, so he let it go without comment. When she pointed out his gym bag, his eyes traveled downwards to where her gaze met. Oh, yeah, he was going to the gym, wasn't he? And really he ought to just go back to his work-out, but--

"Sure, track pants. Can always use more of those." Scott found himself agreeing, stepping further into the shop to follow the girl's lead.

Idiot.

"So, uh, boss making you work on your birthday. Seems kinda rough, doesn't it? What if you wanted to go out?"

@alana-the-brilliant

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As the woman droned on about safety precautions, all Scott could hear in his head was the 'womp womp womp' sound effect from Peanuts anytime the teachers spoke. She was starting to remind him of his mother. (Perish the thought; this woman was far too pretty to be anybody's lame mother.)

"Alright, alright, I won't climb anymore trees." At least not in front of her face, he wouldn't. Scott made an X on his chest over his heart. "Promise. Now wouldn't you rather we talk about something more pleasant? Like...cider? You guys have that here, right? Let's get some cider."

@vixey-chakraborty

Pumpkin Patch Pandemonium & [Open]

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Ah. So Bruce chose violence. Not knowingly, but those were the tough questions for somebody in Scott's position to answer. Somehow the truth didn't exactly seem like a great place to start when the truth was he unwillingly turned into a monster once a month and was trying to get rid of said curse.

Scott idly stirred the coffee in his mug as he nodded. "Right, right. Makes sense. Well, for starters, I'm in Swynlake on some personal business. Not anything crazy, it's just...research. A genealogy project of sorts." It wasn't a lie. Totally.

He shifted in his seat before continuing, "I'm not sure exactly how long I'll be in town, if I'm honest, but I'd really rather rent a room for the time being instead of staying at the Tipton. That's why I answered your ad. Obviously." Foot meet mouth.

"Well, for now I've got a job at Ruff to Fluff. The grooming place?" Scott waved his hand in the general direction of the shop from their current location. "But I can cover my share of everything. No need to worry about that. I've gotten used to needing very little."

After his coffee had went from piping hot to basically iced, Scott leaned in towards Bruce a bit. "So, can I ask, what's the living situation like? A house, an apartment? Number of roommates?"

@brucewhite

Of Wolves and Sharks | Scott & Bruce

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Oh, yeah. That was true. Scott had gotten so caught up in his harebrained scheme that he hadn't even realized he didn't know his unwilling compatriot's name. He placed his hand over his heart in an overly apologetic show and said, "My bad. You're right. Let's start at the beginning. I'm Scott. And you are?"

He had a plan to get out of this. Sort of. Well, it couldn't have been a worse plan than his plan to just sit at a random strangers' table and somehow receive free food. Scott frowned at an imaginary speck of dirt on the girl's face, leaning in slightly like he needed the closeness to determine what it was.

"Oh, wow, I think you've got something on your face. Right there."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Isabela noticed that the man was sort of uncomfortable now. Good. That would teach him to approach random women. She had no idea if it was because he hadn't actually expected her to take him up on the offer of buying her something, but she wasn't bothered about it. That wasn't her problem.

She also was not, really, looking to make small talk but--she wasn't going to not make small talk, because she didn't have an excuse.

"No and almost always," Isabela said, debating whether or not she wanted to give him more information than that. In the end, she just smiled and took another bite of her salad.

"Those are rather personal questions to start off with. I think the polite thing to do would be ask me for my name."

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The rules? Read? Scott's brows furrowed in confusion at the woman as he shuffled his way down out of the tree. His feet landed on the ground with a soft 'oomph.' An apple fell out of his arms and rolled right in front of her shoes.

"Uh...I feel like you want me to say yes, but that wouldn't exactly be the truth," he admits with a slight shrug. "I mean, I'm fine. I've climbed trees before."

He gives a small twirl for dramatic effect before adding, "See?"

@vixey-chakraborty

Pumpkin Patch Pandemonium & [Open]

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Man, this was just not Scott's day, was it? The guy continued to get upset with him and honestly he wasn't sure how he was supposed to proceed. He was getting annoyed, but he couldn't afford (literally) to lose control and lose his job.

"Look, I'm just trying to help." Not that Squeaky seemed to believe that with the way she was backing up anytime Scott moved a muscle. He stood back up from his squatting position to look the guy in the eye. "Well, I think you'd have to take that up with Greg. I just started here, y'know?"

Breathe.

"Alright, look, I'm the one who's here, so we're just gonna have to work together on this one."

@apirateslifefor--smee

Smee was generally a very easygoing person. He didn't get angry often. That was why he and Hook made such a good pair: when Hook exploded, Smee was always there to clean up the mess. But Squeaky was the exception. If there was one sure way to piss off Mr. Smee, it was by insulting Squeaky.

"How can you suggest such a thing? Squeaky does not need treats. She is a perfectly-socialized dog. And I think we are both in agreement that it is unacceptable that we were given no notice of a change in staff here."

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Well. She had him there. Nobody actually collected stamps. (...right?) But demons? That was a bit darker than Scott was prepared for. He guessed he'd have to get used to it, being here in Swynlake.

"Right 'cause you're too cool for stamps." He cocked his head to the side. "Demons, though. That's...I mean, are you pro or anti?"

@boointhenight

Boo's smile shifted into being a little bit more of a smirk at his initial surprise, raising her eyebrow in challenge. She'd heard every possible comment and every possible joke, and she was always ready to push back at that when someone new came along.

But she should have known it would be that last statement that would get the most attention. Didn't it always? "Well, stamps don't talk to me."

She waited to see what he would say to that as she took a sip of her Coke.

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"Ah," Scott sheepishly muttered when he realized he had gotten way ahead of himself and was headed in the completely wrong direction. He turned to follow Ian's trail instead. The two dogs Ian brought with him seemed to pad along behind them happily enough. It was funny really. He was never allowed to have pets as a kid, but he loved playing with the neighborhood dogs growing up. He certainly was never nervous to be around dogs before. Since his...affliction, however, it seemed that a lot of animals got tense around him. So Scott eyed the two dogs for any signs of hesitation, but so far they seemed calm around him.

Ian's question broke him out of his train of thought. Scott looked away from the two dogs and back to the boy leading him to the dog park. Liked him? Well, these two certainly did, and some of the animals at Ruff to Fluff seemed to have no problem with Scott. Some however...

"Nah, not really. Not like here anyway. I used to help out at a groomer's shop a long time ago. When I got here, I thought it'd be a good fit. But..."

But I've recently been turned into a werewolf against my will and now animals tend to lose their shit when they smell it on me which I don't know how to fucking control and it scares the shit out of me.

"But I'd like to. Uh, be able to train them like you can, that is," Scott said, gesturing to the two dogs still tailing behind Ian. If he could do that, maybe he could work here peacefully without anymore instances of growling or hissing. "So where should we start, ya think?"

@ianthedisastrous

Ruff to Fluff had a fairly steady staff roster, in the years Ian had worked there a few new faces had shown up and fit into things fairly quickly, but he was always a bit curious when anyone new was hired. He liked to get a feel for the person before he tried to figure out how to help them get settled, because that meant different things for different people.

He wasn't sure what it meant for Scott yet, but he figured the sooner he spent some time with him the sooner he'd find out.

Ranger was padding along at his side, the large poodle off leash but in his working vest, since Scott had been curious about training the dogs, and that was mostly Ian's area as the licensed trainer on staff, it would be a good chance to work with Ranger. Blazey was a few steps behind, only sporting her harness.

He held the door open for both dogs, turning to say something before Scott jumped in first, leaving him a bit bemused. "I think we'll do better in the back of the dog park," he replied with a smile, deciding to take that one as good-intentioned, but drastically in the wrong direction, effort as he headed towns the dog park connected to the building. "Have you worked with dogs before? I've noticed most of them here like you, we have a few rescues that usually take much longer to warm up to people."

Which, well, that was a good thing; having a good relationship with the animals there wasn't really something that could be taught, it just had to click really.

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Scott stopped in his tracks for just a moment. A moment too long, apparently, because he ended up stumbling over his own two feet. He hadn't meant to look so moronic, but was that actual light? Or rather...magical light? Acting so surprised to see magic was probably akin to a tourist at the beach wearing socks with their sandals. But he just wasn't used to seeing it so openly yet. He wasn't so sure he ever would be.

"That's--I mean, you're doing that, right? The light show?" He asked, gesturing to the motes that had quickly dissipated. "Pretty neat trick."

Eilonwy mentioned Ian being her brother which made Scott raise an eyebrow. They didn't particularly resemble each other. Maybe they were half-siblings? He didn't think it was right to pry, so he just nodded and added, "He seems pretty chill. Been showing me the ropes around this place."

This girl was just so...bubbly. Scott would just have to get used to it (at least temporarily.) "Wow, so you've got like real dreams and shit. Gonna take on the world or something, huh?"

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

Eilonwy nodded with a smile, the motes of light swirling a moment behind her own movement so you could practically see the light swirling around her.

"Oh yeah! Ian, my brother, has worked here for ages and I come here all the time to hang out with him and the dogs." Never mind that Ian was visibly a half-elf and Eilonwy was visibly human so they looked nothing alike in addition to not sounding anything alike. By now she and Ian always referred to each other as siblings so it was easy.

His answer to her question did surprise her a little bit. After all, most people came here for something. Maybe they had magic and wanted to be around others with it or they came for uni or they came for family. Of course, if he didn't want to tell her, he didn't have to.

But he should probably come up with a better lie than. Get a little more confident with it. She should know.

"No I wasn't! I'm actually from down in Wales, but I came up here to go to PrideU. I'm studying physics and Magick History, and I'm getting started on my last year."

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SWYNTASK: Evil Twin

There once was a boy. He wasn't so unlike other boys his age. He enjoyed climbing trees and playing at pirates and soldiers alike. All the world was promised to him by his family name proudly given to him by his parents. When he laid his head down to sleep at night, there were no nightmares to be found. Only dreams so pleasant visited the boy.

There once was a boy. The freedom so readily given in early childhood began slipping through his fingers. Now there were expectations and responsibilities. That name so proudly given now came with a cost greater than the boy was able to pay. He only wished to run and run and run. He could never outrun the look on his parents' faces.

There once was a boy. Where once he had dreams, now he only had nightmares; of claws and of teeth, of wolves and of moonlight. One night, he ran away from home only to fall in a different trap entirely. The monster that turned him came out of nowhere. He never even had the chance to run. While he lay bleeding on the pavement, his mother was at home making dinner. All his life, he had wanted nothing but to escape, but as he lay dying, he only wanted to go home.

There once was a boy. The first shift was the hardest on him, all broken bones and screaming so loud he lost his own voice. The wolf stood in his spot. The wolf was not unsure of itself. It knew exactly how to run in a way that never got it caught, that never traced his steps back home. The blood in its teeth bore no guilt or shame. The boy lost himself, but in a cruel twist of irony, that loss led to his greatest freedom. No disappointment, no insecurity, no longing, no pain. Only the hunt and the kill. Only the moon and its dark bidding.

There once was a boy.

Now there is a wolf.

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The guy just seemed mostly confused. Understandable. But he didn't seem totally off-put by Scott's sudden appearance, so maybe this harebrained scheme might just work.

Scott worked his charm as much as possible when he asked, "Did you want to be? 'Cause I could change that for a nominal fee."

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Todd sat down and tried to eat quickly. He still had so much to do and couldn’t stay put much longer. He had to admit to himself the food was brilliant even if he normally preferred eating at home. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice someone slide into the booth.

Todd raised an eyebrow confused and nodded. He looked around and back at him. He didn’t look to him like an officer of any kind or anyone that worked there. “I mean I was.” He scribbled onto his notebook