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Chase raised an eyebrow and looked down at the plate of scorched cookies with a grimace.

"Well, they're only half burned, so I guess that's an improvement." He said, taking one and biting into it out of morbid curiosity, regretting it instantly. "W--What did you put in these?" He choked out in between coughs.

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On a small table with a white and pink checkered cloth, there was a plate of burned cookies placed next to a pitcher of lemonade and glasses. 

The cookies hardly looked edible, and the lemonade was sweet enough to rot someone’s teeth out… but despite this, Maya was standing behind her booth, a proud and friendly smile on her face. 

"Would anyone like some cookies or lemonade? They’re free~" 

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Three people you would have sex with?

"Like people I know? Damn. Um, I'll get back to you on this one."

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What is the furthest you've gone sexually?

".... I've had sex. Do I need to ascend to the ranks of weird fetishes and BDSM to go further than that?"

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It was good to see some things hadn't changed. Well, more than good--it was a total fresh of breath air. In some ways, she was like a fossil of what his life had been five years ago, but wasn't any longer.

"And you're still so overly sensitive. I thought you would like Shirley Temple." He said. "I mean, she is the namesake of that drink with lemon soda and cherry juice. Seemed like kind've your thing. And Santa Claus was an appetite reference, in case that also offended you."

He smiled and propped his newly-freed head up, staring absentmindedly at the sand, his elbows resting on his knees. It was really, really great to see her again. But he wasn't about to just tell her that.

[Chase and Maya] // Boredom/Sunset

Maya’s grin widened when he turned towards her, and beamed back at him even though he couldn’t see her. Then, as he attempted his second guess, her smile instantly dropped. 

"What? Shirley Temple?!” Her lower lip stuck out in a pout until he said her name and she was forced to release him. “Chase, you haven’t changed at all! You’re still a total meanie,” Maya complained as she stepped over the driftwood and plopped down next to him. 

With the sun still setting before them, waitress leaned forward and grabbed her shoe, yanking it off with a soft grunt and shaking it so the sand that had slipped in while she was running feel out. Her toes now free, she wiggled them before burying her foot. 

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TMI Tuesday???

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Unfortunately enough for her victim, Chase hadn't heard Maya's footsteps over the pulse of the waves until it was far too late. His heart jumped up into his throat and his breath hitched when he felt someone grab him, though slightly less so when he realized that the hand that did so was sticky and the voice that accompanied it was sing-song.

His first instinct was 'sinister five-year old', which could really only mean one person. It really had been too long. She was one of the few people he knew from this town, and even though the blondie was a horrible chef with an almost-scary appetite, he had missed her. 

"Hmm, that's a tough one." He said, inclining his head generally upwards, despite being entirely blinded by the girl's soft arm, and smiling. "If I had to guess.... It's a three way tie between Shirley Temple, Santa Claus, and... Maya?" 

[Chase and Maya] // Boredom/Sunset

Stretching her arms over her head, Maya yawned as she made her way down to the beach. The weather was finally warming up a bit, and after a whole season of nothing but white, she was pleased to see small flowers budding after their long rest. With Spring blooming it was the perfect time to take a little break after work. 

The sound of waves crashing against the shore reached her ears and she took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air. It was so nice to be able to come down to the beach without the chilly wind and fog nipping at her face. And, it seemed that she wasn’t the only one with the same idea. Walking onto the sand Maya noticed someone sitting on a large piece of driftwood. Not wanting to bother the person, she nearly shuffled on by when the last of the sun’s rays caught glint of something shiny in their hair… Hairclips? 

Chase!

She took in an excited gasp and her breath hitched in her throat, eyes shining with excitement. It’s been forever! Not a millisecond later Maya was pushing sand back with her feet as she attempted to run towards him, stifling her laughter as she approached him from behind. Another thought wasn’t wasted before she threw her hands, sticky with something or other, over his eyes and let out a giggle. 

“Guess who~♪" Maya sang as she (maybe rougher than she intended) pulled him back against her waist, making sure he couldn’t escape. 

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[Quirks a brow, before smirking] Well I could, but that would be cheating. I prefer to grow my crops as organically as possible. [She chuckled] But I'll ask them to hurry up and grow faster just for you, how's that? [She smiled, before raising her brows at his next line of questioning] Well, other farmers can rely on their animals or mining or lumbering; there are some crops that thrive in Winter but not many. But uh-well farming's really a hobby of mine; I'm already financially stable for life.

"Goddamn, really?" Chase said, looking at her incredulously. "You're set for life, and your first thought is, 'yes, let's move out here in the middle of nowhere and farm?' Gotta hand it to you, you're motivated.

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[Tilts her head, unfamiliar with the term] Che? Trailblazer? [Brows raising, she's miles] Oh! Well at all different times, really! Different things have different growth rates, so I can't give you an exact date buuuutttttt- [taps her chin in thought] I should have some crops ready in about a month? Assuming it's completely warmed up and I was able to plant them on time.

"A month? Can't you just drop some fertilizer on them, make them grow faster?" He said with a quirked smile. He was well-aware that he was coming off as ignorant city-boy right now, but still. He wasn't used to having to wait for things. "What do you even do during winter? Like, how do you make a living?"

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[Open RP] // Boredom/Sunset

It was just starting to get warm enough for the outside air to be enjoyable. The bar had closed for the day, Chase, as usual, had absolutely no plans, and was more than a bit bored.

Shuffling his feet and shoving his hands in his pockets, Chase stepped out of the establishment and began the short trip to the beach. Upon arriving, he took a seat on one of the logs that seemed to have haphazardly washed up in exactly the right place to watch the waves come in, nearly smooth from their seafaring, the sun, bright red in its descent, beginning to lower itself down through the misty line of clouds on the horizon as the  sky was tinged orange as if vibrancy were erupting from the ocean itself.

He wished he could've had some deep poetic realization then. Or at least some company.

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ooc

(oh my god I am trash I am literal trash.... school is so busy i just.... please message me tho if you're interested!! ahhh)

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[Pushes a piece of hair behind her ear] Well, I'm no professional, but if you need help, I'll be around. All I'm doing is tilling my soil for planting in a few weeks but [Shrugs] There's no worse feeling than being overwhelmed, you know? [brows raise] Really? Huh- I never even heard of avocado flavored cheesecake. I'm more of a strawberry or pumpkin cheesecake kind, to be honest.

"I am what many would call a trailblazer." He said with purposefully overacted dramatics. "But thanks. When do you usually harvest... things...? I'd like to cook with them sometime, if you'd be interested in selling them to me."

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"Goddamit, Vishnal. Leave the cooking to me next time."

"Look, everyone! I made a special Mardi Gras Cake for us all to share!"

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"Yeah, last I checked." He replied, slightly quieter as to not unnerve the man further. Grumbling to himself, he wiped his hands off on the nearby dishrag and walked into the foyer. 

"We're not closed, per se... I'm just sort've busy. Not that I would mind a break."

OPEN: Pre-Mardi Gras Angst

"Aaaahh! I’m sorry, I thought this was the inn!" Exclaimed the alarmed farmer, "I didn’t know you were closed. Again, I’m sorry."

Tony had been wondering around the island for a while and he would still get lost. It would take him a while to adapt to his surroundings. Not to mention he was exhausted and wanted to rest at the inn for a bit. The problem was for him is that he doesn’t know where the inn was located.

"… This is the Inn right..?" He asked the young man,

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Avocado-flavored cheescake? [A grimace came to her face as she envisioned the concoction. She is not a fan of avocados] Huh. So, I take it you'll be working for Mardi Gras, huh, seeing as how it's being hosted at the bar. [Scratches the side of her cheek] I'd have asked if you wanted to go but if you're already going to be there, I guess I'll see you there?

"Yes, you'll see me as I tirelessly scuttle in and out of the kitchen all day." Chase said wearily. "I've got to cook, pretty much on my own, for the entire town. So that's fun." He said. 

"But, seriously? That cheesecake was fantastic."

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@ Lillian: [Chase // Lillian] [RP that needs a Title]

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She eyes the cake and come up with a fun idea. Lillian quickly scans the kitchen and finds all the ingredients they’ll need. She take another drink from her glass.

"Don’t worry, It still looks pretty good. But hey I have an idea" She says with mischief in her eyes and downs the rest of her drink quickly so they can get started.

"Question is, you man enough for it?" Lillian teases.

"Are you really questioning my masculinity over wether or not I'm up to your pastry butchering?" Chase asked with folded arms and a bemused smile. "Because I'm in."

Not that he wasn't terrified. He had seen the horrors of hubris in the kitchen and the sort've havoc it could reck on the finest of appliances--which these fossils of technology certainly weren't. Whatever. That was a problem for future-Chase.

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OPEN: Pre-Mardi Gras Angst

Thanks, Hayden, Chase thought, angrily forcing his floured hands into a massive pillow of dough that rested on the pie board in front of him. He supposed this just went along with having a job--massive, short-notice catering catastrophes that were forced upon you with no warning and no coworkers. He loved cooking, but days like this just turned it into a chore. His arms were absolutely killing him after three solid hours of (mostly unsuccessful) beignet making.

As he was attacking the pastry dough with a rolling pin, he heard the tell-tale dull sound of the door opening as a potential customer came into the restaurant. Now was a terrible time, but he wasn't going to turn anyone away. That might get him fired.

"Hey, can I help you?" He called to the unknown entrant from the kitchen.

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[Purses her lips, falling silent for a few moments and wondering if what she said was a bit too much] Er, no? And you work in a bar? Hmm, well that's good I guess, not to have that temptation. [Scratches the side of her cheek] So, is work busy for you?

"Hm? Yeah, sometimes." He said, slightly absentmindedly. "Not busy enough that I don't waste most of the day making avocado-flavored cheesecake, and similarly repulsive fare." Since he was paid hourly, not by commission, there was no incentive for him to put in any more effort than he felt was owed to Hayden. And he was not a particularly driven person.