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"Everyone's gotta start somewhere. You're truly setting the standard for the rest of us nepo babies. How brave." He jested, one of his hand quickly rubbing under his eye as he wiped away a fake tear. As proud as he was of Val and wanted nothing more than to gush about her, he also didn't want his words to add more pressure and make her more nervous than she already was. "But now that you mention it you guys should let me be on your merch team. I have ideas." Jamie pursed his lips in contemplation. "Is that my only option? Cause I was kinda hoping to get my ass or tits signed. Or do I have to work my way up to that?"

"How'd you know it was my dream to be advertised on the back of the door in a public toilet stall?" Valora was the type of person with untold emotional depths, so to those who knew her best it was clearly a defence mechanism for her to be so flippant about something that had been so terrifying to her for so long. She hummed in contemplation about the offer of a picture - living in the moment was more her style - but ultimately gave Jamie a small smile of permission. At least if she burned fast and bright she'd have these moments to look back on. "Do you want to take the poster down while we're here? I'll sign it for you. Could be worth millions one day."

#Valora #2Gen

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"And this is just the start. Before you know it your face is gonna be on every surface of this town." Jamie mused, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind to embrace her on working so hard to finally get to this point. He had seen first hand how much time and how much of their heart both she and his sister had put into their album and couldn't wait for everyone else to realize just how deserving of success they were. "You wanna get a picture? You gotta have something to commemorate every achievement from here on out. You might need it when they make one of those behind the music documentaries about you."

"Wild, huh?" Valora had paused on the street, admiring a poster pasted on a light pole. It was advertising the release show for her and Samara's album; a project that still didn't feel real even after all the years and hard work that had gone into it. "Same place my mom had her first show..."

#valora #2gen

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Perfection was overrated. In the end Radley knew that the moments he would look back on the most would be ones like today. The moments that probably would have never happened in his life had he not been with Serena. She pushed him to do more than just sit around watching movies or playing games in his room. She pushed him to be more adventurous and to experience more of what life had to offer. All around she just made him a better person. "Guess we can cross swimming date off of our list now." He chuckled, interlocking their fingers so he had a better grip on her hand. Taking the lead wasn't usually Radley's thing, she liked having that role and he was more than happy to let her take the reins, but since he seemed to know the area a little better he took it upon himself to take control just this once. Sometimes he could be cool. "Oh, I see how it is. You like Sophia better than me now?" He narrowed his eyes at her, smirking in amusement as they kept jogging. There was still a little way to go, he just hoped they arrived before it got any worse.

Luck was apparently never on their side given their track record but Serena wasn't deterred. Besides, was the perfect date one that was uneventful, or one that was memorable? In hindsight the onset of the storm would probably bump it up a few places on the leaderboard, even if she was annoyed in the moment about being soggy and windswept. "I knew we should have packed our scuba suits," she sighed, as if they even had those. Feeling his hand reach for hers, directing her to change course a little made her heart flutter in a way that was beyond embarrassing, not exactly used to Radley taking the lead. "Alright Romeo, steady the fuck on I already have plans to Thelma and Louise with Sophia," she laughed, easily matching his pace. Not that she planned on being struck by lightning but she hadn't even seen any yet, so she figured if she was already soaked there was no harm in having fun with it and jumping in a puddle in an attempt to splash him as they ran.

#Serena

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As the self proclaimed Halloween connoisseur he was Radley clung onto every last bit of the holiday that he could before everything was taken over by the Christmas spirit. The fact that All I Want For Christmas Is You began blasting at all the department stores and even walking down the main street admittedly sent Radley in denial mode. So of course there was no way he was gonna miss out on decorating some pumpkins until another full year. "Yeah, sure. Go for it." Radley gestured with his chin towards the paint though it was clear his focus was mostly on the row of pumpkins at his set up in front of him, not to be outwardly rude, he was just in the zone. Once he added a few extra touches he turned back to look at the guy who had spoken to him earlier. "You got a plan? Or at least a vision of what you wanna do?" He asked curiously. "See, i'm trying to make mine into some of the most well famous cryptids and lining them up kinda like Mount Rushmore."

"Do you uh..mind if I borrow that paint?" In an attempt to expand his social life, Beckett has decided to attend some community event where people were painting and carving pumpkins that were still left from all of the patches around town. He felt kind of silly and had almost turned around as soon as he got to the community center but then he saw the set up and smelled so much pumpkin pie in the air it was hard for him not to stay. He was a sucker for all things Fall related and with Christmas around the corner he knew the baked goods ans warmth would just start getting better and better. "I've actually never done this before so I'm not sure how this is gonna turn out but this uh, red paint is really speaking to me. Your pumpkin looks awesome." He cringed at his words a bit, not sure if he sounded nerdy but he was trying.

#beckett

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To this day Radley couldn't recall a single one of his and Serena's dates that went completely perfect or according to plan but he didn't mind it. That made things more memorable for him. And the fact that they were both able to just adapt and still have fun together reminded him of why they just worked so well together, as friends and even more now as a couple. How it wouldn't have ever been this comfortable had he ever tried to force himself to make it work with an idealized version of anyone else. "If we try to make it to your car all our stuff will definitely get ruined." Radley stated as he jogged to catch up to her, moving side by side with her. "I think I saw one of those restroom buildings not far ahead, come on." He suggested, taking her hand in his to lead the way for once. "Nah uh. We're sticking together. If us gets struck by lightening we both do." He chuckled, picking up speed a bit as the rain started falling harder. "Getting struck by lightening might be cool though. We might get some sick superpowers."

"Be real, you're old boy with the worm on a stick," she laughed, albeit focused on not losing any of their belongings to the wind. It was a relief that neither of them were the type to be too upset over things not going to plan, always having more fun when they were kept on their toes. As much as the picnic itself had been nice, she was happy to spend time with Radley rain, hail, or shine. "Alright, get in," she gestured to the blanket, "I'll make you into a baby burrito and carry you to safety." As the rain started to fall she stopped goofing around, ending up just scrunching the blanket in her arms as it started to get heavier. "Do you want to find somewhere to wait it out or just go back to my car?" she sputtered, her hair damp and getting in her mouth as she started to jog, perhaps spurred on by more rumbles of thunder. Lucky she had little shame to begin with and Radley had seen her much less put together when she played football with Braxton or was fresh out of the gym. "Could be fun, you know, game of chicken? First one to get struck by lightning has to buy dinner."

#serena

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"If this is your way of subtly implying that you want me to carry you on my back and call you spider monkey it ain't happening. You know you're the Edward in this relationship and i'm Bella." Radley objected with a chuckle, using his humor as usual to make light of their date going south. He was kinda glad that they were on the same wavelength and that at the boom of the thunder both of them sprung into action, calling it quits without having to admit they were both kinda chickens. Because if she hadn't said anything he was whipped enough that he would have tried to tough it out for her. "Ah, but it looks like you've got it under control." He teased as he scooped up the bag quickly before making it to the other end of the rug, stomping on one of the opposite corners. "Gotcha! Alright. We should probably roll this up and get out of here before you get blown away to Oz." He replied in amusement, starting to do just that, saving what he could of their things as drops of rain started to slowly fall down on them.

"It's suddenly feeling very baseball scene in Twilight..." Serena narrowed her eyes at the sky, which as usual was looking dangerously overcast. So much for their cute little picnic date. She was about to suggest they consider calling it a day when a clap of thunder made the decision for her. If she startled she wasn't about to admit it, glancing sidelong at Radley as if to dare him to tease her. "I'll take the bag, you get the rug–" she squawked a laugh when the wind made the corner of the rug flap, stomping her foot down on it in a way that made her look like she was playing twister. "Right, your turn. Left hand on blue," she grinned, shoving her hair out of her face as the wind whipped it around. @radley-walsh

#serena

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"Too much energy. But it's giving soap opera and I do appreciate some good drama. At least when it doesn't involve me." Samara snorted before turning her attention back to Daisy. "Kinda regret not throwing my hat in the ring. Personally my strategy would have been to go in on the mass hysteria angle. Just kinda felt too on the nose to get involved, you know? I figured I would get voted out right away just based on the whole background." She chuckled until her attention was caught by the announcement of the first body. Speak of the devil himself. "I hope you didn't put any money down on that one just yet. And here I thought you were really onto something. Leave it to men to let you down once again."

"I don't know, there's a certain energy there that tells me it isn't entirely distain between those two." Daisy said, turning her attention back towards Samara. "Don't you just hate. it when your Slasher plans go awry?" She teased with a shake of her head. "Of course we are." She said, sitting up straighter as if they were getting down to business. "I'm sure there's rules about it somewhere? But, are we really going to be sticklers for rules right now?" Daisy shook her head. "You know, if you ask me, I'll have to pick... Cory. Something about a pop star slasher just seems right to me. Where's that A24 movie?"

#daisy #ugh pleaseeee! i need them next for sure

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"I get it. I'm usually the one chilling on the sidelines in my circle but I figured it would be amusing to join in this one time, at least to me. The kid of a horror director in a death game? Can't make for a more interesting plot." He stated, nodding to Ollie in acknowledgement, though he was honestly surprised that the other had decided to strike up any kind of conversation with him. Of course he knew who the guy was, or better said, he knew of the guy. There was no way he couldn't since the timeline of all the relationships had some weird overlapping. Not that he obsessed or kept tabs on timelines seriously. It was more so that he was aware at one point that he wasn't the only option for Val. He was also aware that they were still friends to this day, but that wasn't something he was threatened by. He had no reason to, he trusted Val and their own relationship enough to be comfortable with Ollie still keeping a role in her life. Plus the guy seemed like a pretty good friend to her, all things considered, so if this conversation meant they could get along too he welcomed it. "Who's to say i'm not actually the slasher and i'm just making small talk to get someone's guard down?" He asked with a smirk as he took a sip of his drink. "Anyone out here catching your suspicions though? If you had to pick anyone?"

Mark me down as not having a gameplan, but I didn't really come to the party expecting to be strategic so mostly I'm here for the vibes, going with the flow." Despite knowing of Jamie for quite sometime via Valora, Ollie had never actually interacted with him. In the beginning it was still sort of weird for him, coming off of sleeping with her and knowing that Jamie had been Valora's choice over Oliver even if Flick had been his choice over Valora (their dynamic was as complicated to explain as it was easily to exist in) Now though, the dynamics they found themselves in were far from fresh and it felt stupid now to actively stay away from someone who was so important to someone important to him. "But for the sake of your question I'd look for specificity in conversation about who is the killer or not...too many specifics I'd assume that person is the killer, trying to hard to cover their tracks, you know?"

#ollie

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He chuckled at her antics, making his way through the group to wrap his arms around her and place a kiss on top of her head. "Should have married me when you had the chance. Didn't get a chance to be put in the will. You're missing out. You could have gotten your hands on the football trading cards i've been collecting since I was a kid." He shook his head. "Now will the effort of dating me still be worth it?"

"Noooo, don't die, you're too sexy to die!" Valora called out from behind the people Jamie was plotting with, eliciting laughter from them. She wasn't playing the game so she was biding her time mingling elsewhere but who could blame her for wanting her boyfriend's attention while she was on her rounds of the party?

#valora

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"So, anyone got an actual game plan here? Or are we just gonna continue taking out innocent people like assholes?" Jamie asked with a smirk as he sipped his drink. He was fully aware he was on the list of said assholes, especially considering he had decided to go along with the rest of the group and lay low up till now in order to survive longer. But now he felt like ruffling some feathers to get an idea of where everyone else's head was. "At this rate the slashers aren't gonna have to do anything. That's kinda embarrassing."

#chwstarter #pls accept my humble contribution to this game

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"They seem more like they're ready to murder each other if you ask me? What do you think? Slasher plan gone wrong maybe?" Samara pursed her lips in thought as she went from looking at the people Daisy was referring to before taking a glance around the rest of the room. "We placing bets somewhere? Cause my intuition has never failed me before and i'm ready to put money on it." She took a sip from her own drink. "Just how unethical is it to bet on a game your own brother's in?"

"So those two," Daisy said, nodding over at a pair that were wrapped up in their own conversation. "most certainly plotting on how they'll be offing some of these folks off. Those two are certainly slashers." She said, taking a small sip from the "vampire blood" offered to her. Oh, how she adored a good ol' Rosewood house party.

#daisy #cackling #slashing does run in her blood #about to go to bed but needed to get in on this

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“Great, that means there’s no telling when she’ll actually look at her phone.” Cami sighed, clearly not her usual chill self, worried about Luna and what she was supposed to do now. She at least had Samara’s calm vibes to try and help calm her, “You know that in itself is a mild form of prying. For the record, you’re not any different than Val when you’re around your sasquatch man, it would be sickening if I didn’t want to see you two happy.” Cami sighed again, “Do you remember when you were kind of low key anti relationship? Do you like how you are now better?”  

"Well, considering we have an interview to do as a duo, it better be within the next half hour or else i'm getting festival security on the hunt with us. And that's gonna be real embarrassing for the both of them if they get caught in a compromising position." She rolled her eyes, always sick of having to fight with her brother for her own best friend's attention. "I am a very nosy bitch. Glad you caught on. I'm not trying to make you talk about anything you don't wanna talk about though. Just seems like you have a lot on your mind." She shrugged as Cami mentioned her relationship. "And it's not gonna change anytime soon. Y'all can look away if you're grossed out." Samara let out a weary sigh at the question, trying to think back to how she had been back then compared to now. "Honestly? Yeah. And I say this as someone who went into this thing not wanting anything serious, just casual. I'm not gonna be one of those people who advocates that getting into a relationship is gonna solve all your problems or fix you though. The relationship didn't do that. But knowing at the end of the day there was someone I could lean on and someone who supported me and was willing to talk me through all my messy thoughts and feelings definitely helped me grow as a person. It took some time and building trust but eventually I stopped being so cynical about it and stopped fighting it and just allowed myself to be loved."

#cami

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"I know exactly what we do. We take the baby and raise it ourselves. As is our only logical happily ever after." She said with a scoff as if the solution should have been a no brainer. Though for as much as they joked around and as happy and in love as either of them were with their partners Samara did truly believe that she and Val were platonic soulmates. If all else failed they would be there for each other to always fall back on. Even for something as simple as now, letting the other vent and backing them up instead of just trying to put out the fire. "Though i'm not exactly ready to be a mom just yet. So we'll have to put a pin in that. But if you have another plan i'm all ears." Samara perked up as her best friend held out the bag of food, always five steps ahead of her. "How do you always know exactly what I need? Are you a mind reader? Or am I just that predictable?" She shrugged. "Yeah, never happening again. I'm so wiped I might have to go into our set in a walker." She laughed. "Are we getting old? Or do we just need to start doing more cardio?"

"A baby?" Val's expression twisted in a grimace. She'd been raised around shows, considering her mom and all, but she was more than familiar with the existence of kid sized earmuffs. It wasn't that hard to be a decent parent, surely. Add that to Samara's first hand experience and there was definitely a cloud of judgment hovering between them. "We don't have to forget it, we can do something," she shrugged, as if it were that easy. It was always that easy with Valora though, not much could shake her. "Like you said, we've got an hour to kill. And I already got you something so..." From behind her back she produced a bag with enough options to cover the both of them, her smile growing, always proud of her best friend. "Kinda greedy of you to get up there twice and put everyone else to shame though."

#val

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"And that's how you define the line between being reckless and just being an asshole. See, me personally, you wouldn't catch me slipping like that. I can barely take care of myself most days. I can't be trusted with another life." She was joking for the most part though the thought of having kids anytime soon did make her grimace slightly. Mom friend tendencies and all she was still selfish with her time. "This is why you're the favorite cousin. You're gonna help me finish all that though, right? Cause if I tried to eat all that myself I have a feeling I might actually explode on stage. And that's not something I want my name trending for."

“If they cared about protection they probably wouldn’t have the baby.” Vega teased. “Lucky for you, your favorite cousin came through and ordered a few things during your last set that should be ready to pick up. Funnel cake, curly fries, those giant corndogs and the frozen lemonade that’s spiked. Oh, and I have a connection with the kettle corn man if you’re feeling extra sweet.” 

#vega

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"I lost sight of her like twenty minutes ago. Probably ran off to be gross with my brother somewhere." She scrunched her nose in disgust, trying not to let the thought ruin her appetite mid snack break. "Everything good with you? Sit. Take a breath." She patted the spot next to her. "You can wait here until one of us gets a hold of her. I won't even try to pry about whatever's got you so freaked if you don't wanna get into it."

Cami was so desperate to reach her sister she’d resorted to leaving a voicemail. As she was hanging up, she spotted Samara and made a B line for her, “Hey, where’s Val? I need to talk to her and she’s not picking up.” 

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#cami

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"Yeah, I think it has to do with an ongoing trend of people who have no business procreating popping out babies." Samara rolled her eyes, not minding who could have been listening. If anyone had a problem with her opinion she was more than willing to have a little chat with them. But she could sense that Salem was a little uncomfortable with the subject and she was more than willing to move on. "I feel like the older I get the more i'm starting to sound like my mom. Before you know it i'm gonna be putting people in headlocks." She chuckled at the thought. "I know. And the last thing I want to do is go on a rant at the next set. Say no more. You had me at tacos. I could eat a whole platter on my own right now."

"looks like they took the phrase start them young a little too literally," salem replied as she looked in the direction of where samara's eyes were. as pr usual she tried to joke to bring some sort of lightness to the situation. that and salem just wasn't great with serious topics. she only hoped her wit landed and didn't fall flat and made things worse. she had a habit of the latter. "no, no it's like a super valid concern. you might be one of the few who's actually looking out for the kids. who's to say. yeah, heat and hunger don't mix well so we should probably get you something to eat. if you don't mind tacos I think I saw the line for that was shockingly short for once."

#salem

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"If I see that shit the next time i'm on stage i'm cutting the music and shaming them publicly. I can't even bring myself to pretend to care that it kills the vibe." Samara huffed, definitely worked up but trying to shake it off and save that energy so she could channel it for the set later. "Sick. I need to get my hands on whatever you've been doing. You should still carry something on you for whenever the munchies finally hit. I should have chips or something in my bag you can take." Although Vic and Samara hadn't started off on the best foot, Samara didn't actually wish ill on her. They had sorted out their issue so it would be dumb to hold a grudge over it. And truth be told her mom friend tendencies usually outweighed the blase musician act. "Thanks. If you liked that you should stop by later when I go on with my best friend. Don't get me wrong, doing my thing is always a blast, but I think I enjoy shining the spotlight on someone else more."

Vic’s head immediately spun around, needing to see this alleged festival baby for herself. “Oh that’s fucked up,” she agreed with a nod, making her judgement very obvious to the lingering parents. “His little sunglasses are kinda a vibe though...” Whether or not Samara still had beef with her she didn’t know, nor did she care since she decided they were past it. Besides she couldn’t even remember the last time she fake DJ’ed. “Couldn’t tell you, I’m rocking such a delicate and perfect high right now even the whiff of a fry might throw it off. Sick set by the way.”

#Vic