thirty-two. chef and owner of amélie's. relationship status: married to verda durmaz. — ❝ it's always the next person that gets the better version. ❞
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It's a city, but still apparently small enough to run into people who seemed to recognize her on every corner. She supposed with a thriving restaurant and a community program like she initiated, it wasn't difficult to pick her out of a crowd. Still, it never failed to surprise her when someone seemed to know her. "Does she go to Amelie's a lot?" Emmy questioned before ordering her drink as soon as the bartender approached their side of the bar top, settling into the stool that she'd taken up next to the man. "You look familiar too. Are you local?"
@leonwozniak
"i'm going to talk to her, you wait for me a bit, hmm?" helena, leon's mother, had told him half an hour ago. she hasn't come back and leon had time to eat, meet some old acquaintances and sit at the bar, bored. the man's hesitating in ordering something other than water, especially in the middle of the day, when a woman appears next to him.
he recognizes her, because she was on that cooking show the one year leon decided to watch. he remembers she had that fiesty attitude, and that weird thing going on with another chef. more a reality show than a cooking competition, in his opinion. but still. she had her own restaurant now, and the food was great, so he couldn't really find fault in participating in it. far from being in that position to do so anyway. and his mother would be extremely cross with him if he dared be rude to her.
so leon makes an effort, politely shaking his head. "nope," there's a pause, as she sits next to him and leon doesn't get why he opens his mouth and says, "food was great. i think my mother was looking for you, she's a fan."
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"Babe," Emmy stated soundly, turning so she could face the other more fully as she sat her tea aside on the bench and places her hands firmly on Maya's shoulders. It was odd, to be the one not spiraling for once. "If he was seeing someone else, would he be out here making out with you?" It was a question with an obvious answer. She wasn't as close to Dean as she was to Maya, but she at least knew him well enough to know that he was a good guy and likely wouldn't be one to ever cheat. "What if he's out here wondering the same stuff and thinks you've moved onto someone else because you haven't asked him out? It's not nineteen-fifty, Maya Lee. It's okay to ask the dude out." Emmy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the others insistence that liking her back in the day didn't mean he liked her now. "Maybe not, but I can't say I go around watching movies and making out with everyone I don't like," She quickly pointed out.
@mayxlee
Maya made a face, her eyes glancing at the drink in her hands as she pondered everything for a moment. "I am not acting weird.." she whispered, before pausing. "Am I?" she muttered, not sure why it mattered anyway, they were still just connecting. "I am not going to ask him out on a date, don't be silly. Maybe he's not interested in me like that. Maybe he doesn't want to date, maybe he is seeing someone else, there are so many maybes and I don't want to make a fool of myself," she explained, taking another sip of the flowery flavored tea. "Maybe the more he gets to know me, the less he likes me. Besides, I know he doesn't want to give me the wrong idea. Just because he had a crush on me back in the day doesn't necessarily mean he likes me now... so yeah. I'll leave it. It's fine."
@emelinecormier
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Regular banging was indeed more predictable, she was since rediscovering that side of a committed relationship, but when it came to unexpectedly banging someone you just met and likely wouldn't see again (and apparently never even got the last name of) then yeah, it felt a little more unexpected and unpredictable and fun — all of which she fully supported for Rachel. She would simply live vicariously through her friends for all of the fun details of their lives while living her own drama-free for the unforeseeable future (and hopefully forever). "You and using someone definitely aren't accurate in the same sentence. I'm pretty sure that goes against every fiber of your being... but you didn't exactly not use him, I guess? I mean, it depends. Would've you stayed if it weren't for the dog being needy and all that?
@rachelhargrove
Rachel snickered as Emmy played along with the little bit, it was a lot more fun when the chef entertained her ridiculousness instead of just rolling her eyes. She very much was looking forward to riding every ride, she hoped Emmy didn't have a fear of heights. "Well I mean when it was a more regular thing for me, yeah it was a pretty normal night." She shared honestly, feeling like when in her marriage or other previous relationships or singular situationship it had been not not expected. But that was so long now that it'd been part of her life, mostly though even in the rare occasions she'd had one off situations she'd known the person at least a little. This was a very new territory for her to not have gotten to know someone pretty well before anything happened. Rachel grimaced in a bit of bashfulness at the series of questions. "I...didn't get his last name. Wow, I really am awful. And I had to rush out in the morning because poor Walter needed to be fed and walked and so he asked if he could make me something and I said no. Did I just use a man for meaningless sex?"
@emelinecormier
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Emmy couldn't have cared less about the tea they were drinking at that point, though it was different, though a good kind of different, just like the other's potential relationship with Dean could be if she would let it be. "Okay, yeah, the tea is different, but can we just talk about how you're acting so weird about this Dean thing. I mean, he's a good person, you're a good person, single, single, tomato, to-mah-toe, y'know. Just ask him out on a real date, May. What are you afraid of?"
@mayxlee
Emmy's groan only made the brunette smile a little, thinking it was nice someone was as invested as she was. Truth was, she enjoyed talking to Dean, getting to know him better, but at the same time Maya didn't want to jump into anything serious yet. Mostly because she was afraid of being let down, and considering they never discussed going on a date, she didn't want to think about it yet. Taking a seat next to her friend, Maya had a quick sip of the refreshing drink again before turning to Emmy with a smile. "It's good. I don't think I've had this iced before, it's definitely different," she exclaimed, nodding her head. "Talk to him? About what? We're hanging out. Unless he asks for it, I don't want to overthink about it," she explained, shrugging her shoulders. "He's single, I'm single. Maybe he's seeing someone. I don't know. I don't want to stress about it. If it happens... it happens. If not, I'll have one hell of a story to tell."
@emelinecormier
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She groaned, finally flopping down onto the bench with a huff of disappointment, busying herself with another sip of her tea while she collected what little bit of information Maya had just given her. Apparently, there was a lot of work to do. Not even on a date? It sounded absurd to her that two people who had liked each other for as long as Maya and Dean had that they hadn't even been on a date, after having made out not too long ago. She could remind herself that she and Verda had spent years going in circles after doing far more than making out, sometimes after the very event they were attending, but she pushed it out of her thoughts because it didn't help her current agenda at all. "Okay, fine. Sitting." She finally said as she swallowed the tea. Whatever the flavor was, it wasn't half bad. "Hibiscus — sounds about right. Tastes like a bouquet in my mouth, what more could I ask for." Of course, she was only teasing. As a chef, she'd dabbled into the taste of florals and edible flowers too and most of them weren't half-bad. "Alright, but have you talked to him, babe?"
@mayxlee
"..you know I will, in a heartbeat," she responded as if it were a given. Considering she wasn't exactly related to her sisters, Maya thought her to be just as important, and if she had to stroke her ego a little bit? She would for sure do it. "What? no --- no, wait, definitely no," the brunette responded, shaking her head in disbelief and just laughing. Maya Lee having a fling? It sounded odd enough, if not tragically funny. "Nothing like that. I just want to sit down for a moment because I want to catch up with you, and I've already had five people bump into me," she lamented, wishing it were a joke, but it wasn't. "You're getting far too ahead, we're just hanging out. Haven't been on a date or anything, it's not like that," the brunette made a face, before quickly taking a sip of the iced tea, then looked down at the cup in her hand. "Damn, this is good. I think it's hibiscus," she muttered, before having another sip as they sat down on the bench nearby. Yup, definitely hibiscus. "I think it was one of those heat of the moment thing, so I am not overthinking about it. And you shouldn't either, I promise you'll be the first one to find out if anything changes."
@emelinecormier
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"I guess we'll just have to give our free ride bands away and head home then, big bummer," Emmy teased back with mock disappointment, even though it was clear, as they ventured farther into the park, that they had no intention of giving up their two hours of free rides. Her eyebrows raised, as Rachel went into detail about physical touch and how the night hadn't gone how she thought it would. The brunette couldn't help but laugh a bit at that. "Does the night ever go like you think it will when you end up banging?" She couldn't help but remember, at the mention of her wife, how just a year ago at the same spring event (except it involved a wine booth instead of the amusement park) that she ended up going home with the woman who she'd marry that night. After the banging, of course. "Jacob... is this like a Beyonce thing? Cher? Am I supposed to know Just Jacob?" She knew a lot of Jacobs, it was a bit of a common name, but the one she was most interested in was Rachel's Jacob.
@rachelhargrove
"Six feet and over people only." Rachel retorted with a grin, giving her a nudge to let her know she was only messing around. It seemed like there were plenty of people of average height around the park. Somehow she just seemed to always befriend people of taller heights though and feel like an ant next to them. "Ooh, okay well I'm glad to hear that, and if not we'll take plenty of pictures of evidence that we had fun and that you actually like me." Rachel teased, knowing that of course Emmy did like her even if at times during their friendship she acted like she did not. Seeing how the chef seemed to get her interest piqued, and she was right about the fact that it was rather risqué of Rachel. "Yeah, I mean you're not wrong there and I'm sure the idea of physical touch was very much involved in my decision making, I mean he was nice too. But like definitely didn't go into the night thinking that would be how it ended." She shared as she felt even her closest friends, which did include Emmy, would have said that someone else was lying if they told them that Rachel had a one night stand. "Ha! Well I guess it isn't meant to be a secret right? His name is Jacob. I'm not sure if you'd know him." There was an equal chance of either or plus the fact that Rachel didn't know his last name probably wasn't helpful in trying to deduce whether or not she did since Jacob was a rather common name.
@emelinecormier
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Emmy's chest bubbled at being called the best. She may not have been a Leo or even believed in astrology by any means, but there was something so satisfying about having your ego stroked just a little bit. "Remember to tell me that again, but in front of your sisters," She pointed out with a teasing grin, rolling her eyes at the other's refusal at the term lover boy. What else should she call him? Hook up? Long lost love? Fling? Boyfriend? She gasped, choking just slightly on the tea she'd swallowed not a second before. "Hold on, why are we sitting down? Is it something important? Did he ask you out? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend!?" Her spiral at least accompanied movement towards a bench off to the side of the crowds, nestled in between some trees on the grass, but Emmy couldn't find it in her to actually sit down. "Am I going to get to be in a wedding? Please tell me there's going to be a wedding."
@mayxlee
Spring was finally here, and the weather was taking a turn for the better, to the point Maya always felt the need to be outside, and that was a miracle on its own. Meeting up with Emmy was only one of the reasons she was excited for her plans throughout the day, another part being the fact they could easily indulge and try new flavors in the market's vendors. Looking around for her friend, a smile brightened her face as soon as she spotted the brunette in the crowd. "You really didn't have to, but I swear it's like you've read my mind," Maya laughed, taking the iced tea from her and embracing her friend gently. "Thank you, you're the best," she added, quickly pulling back to look around them. "Whatever it is, I've certainly haven't had it yet," Maya commented. "Goodness, don't call him that... let's go sit somewhere first, shall we?"
@emelinecormier
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— maya lee somewhere in the market, any day.
The spring market always kept Emmy on the tip of her toes, especially since it's the place she ran into Verda one year, after years of not seeing each other, and also the place that eventually led to their impulsive decision to get married the previous year. Part of her couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen this year and the other part of her was happy to distract herself by meeting up with Maya, two iced teas in hand as she made her way toward the woman in the crowd, holding one out once she closed the distance. "One for my second favorite person in the world," Emmy greeted with a smile, handing the iced tea to the other. "It's some kind of special spring flavor. Lavender, maybe? Or rose? Hibiscus?" Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember what flavor was advertised when she purchased them, but gave up after a moment when it didn't immediately come to her. "Anyway, please tell me you've got some juicy gossip with your lover boy to fill me in on."
@mayxlee
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— leon wozniak holy spirits, sunday.
Emmy could talk Thea Harris and her cool as shit bar up all day and when she had to opportunity to be included in whatever event the woman dreamed up? She was already on top of it. It didn't hurt that she now had Foster's help when it came to something that took as much preparation as this event took and watching dish after dish of the brunch options pass by her caused her to feel just the smallest bit of pride in what they managed to do that day. "Anyone sitting here?" She questioned the man on the barstool, not planning on ordering any food, but all about supporting Thea in ordering a mid-day cocktail or two and picking the woman's brain if she happened to cross paths with her.
@leonwozniak
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— aarti yoon-castillo coffee vendor at market, any day.
Spring market days were always the best when she lived downtown. Not having to drive anywhere, she'd walk to Amelie's in the morning, stopping by the market in the early hours to grab coffee and some kind of breakfast to eat on her way there. Living in Claret Park, however, made getting to work on market days... interesting. And by interesting, she meant fighting traffic for at least a half hour that morning to even get close to the restaurant, but running late still didn't stop her tradition of stopping by the market in the downtown square to grab some coffee. Although, she may have wished it had as she turned around, coffee in hand, and bumped into someone. The other person's coffee fell to the ground with her own, combining in one singular mess on the street. "Shit, I'm so sorry," Emmy groaned, as if the day wasn't already chaotic enough. "Let me buy you another one, this is totally my bad."
@aartiyooncastillo
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— rmoan roman daniels vinyl countdown stall, any day.
"If it isn't my favorite half-dressed man," Emmy greeted with a grin, recognizing the man's face almost instantly as she glanced up from where she'd been sifting through sale records to try and find one that her wife would like. She wasn't sure if it was appropriate to comment on his lack of clothing at a previous party when it seemed like he was working, but she always had a difficult time bothering to filter what she said and doubted anyone in that stall would mind. "You should've mentioned where you worked sooner, I would've been by a long time ago to cash in my I entertained you at a sex party discount card."
@rcmandaniels
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Emmy couldn't help but snort in amusement a the other's height joke. Was she actually worried they'd be too short to go on any rides? Sure, they weren't freakishly tall, but what kind of ride had a freakishly tall height requirement. "What, do you think this park's made for giants?" She'd met a few men who fell into that freakishly tall category in the past, but surely they didn't need a part designed specifically for them? There were like... four in Providence Peak, at most. "She was just busy, but she said she'll try to meet us later if her time frees up." Emmy didn't mind taking the day to spend with Rachel, though, eager to catch up on all of the things she's been missing the opportunity to tease her friend about since they last spoke. "A one night stand?" She quickly questioned, the statement catching her interest as she raised a brow. "That's a little risque for you," she teased, before poking on, "C'mon, you can't just announce that to the whole world and not tell who it was with."
@rachelhargrove
character: Emeline Cormier @emelinecormier
location: Stomias Point Amusement Park; Spring Extravaganza
Rachel was trying to recall the last time she had been to the amusement park it had to have been during something last summer. She did remember having fun and a friend of hers winning her an elephant she'd dutifully named after him. Coming here with Emmy though, she was excited to eat fried battered food and get a chance to just spend time with her friend. "Remind me again why Ver couldn't come with us? Also, I'm glad I'm here with you because we're nearly the same height so if I can't go on some of the rides neither can you." She teased, knowing she was plenty tall enough to go on any of the rides they wanted to, but she didn't know whether Emmy was interested in that or not. "Anyway, oh I didn't tell you I had a one night stand!" Rachel realized that it had been far too long since she'd gotten to spill tea to her friends about her having any form of a sex life.
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Her friendship with Maya had grown fast, but she never regretted a second of that. She'd even go as far to argue that the other came into her life at exactly the right time and within that friendship, she somehow found herself a family that she'd never had and never, ever expected. Things came easy with the woman across from her — even the teasing that left her lips upturned in a wide grin and a laugh leaving her mouth as she shook her head at Maya's insistence that she shut up. The woman was cute for thinking she ever would. Teasing her was way more fun. "The rest will come," Emmy nodded her head in agreement. And even if it didn't, that was tomorrow's problem.
@mayxlee
"That's very true," Maya agreed, nodding her head. Life before and after Emmy came into it was like day and night, and truth be told, she liked how things were now much better. It wasn't easy for her to trust people easily, and yet everything had been so easy with Emmy. Sometimes the brunette wondered if this was what people meant about soul siblings. Whether true or not, there was no doubt the woman was special. "Oh, shut up," Maya muttered at her friend's comment, bursting into laughter again. This time her face grew even redder than before. She didn't think Dean paid much attention to her hands, but she kept that thought to herself, wanting to make sure her friend was okay. "It's okay. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after. What matters is that you know you love her, and she loves you. The rest will come."
@emelinecormier
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The details were up next, the official part of the offer. The pay discussion, the contracts, the non-disclosures. The not so fun stuff. That stuff could wait, Emmy figured, at least for another few minutes while they basked in the agreement they were about to enter. She was thrilled to have someone that could stand in for her in the kitchen while she focused on other things in her personal life, someone she could trust, someone she knew could go head to head with her in the culinary world. She'd give him a tour of the kitchen, show him a few tips and tricks over the next few days, and then leave him to figure things out himself while she faced the things she'd been avoiding for almost a year. "That's what I needed to hear."
@foster-notmatty
He never worried about fellow chefs understanding his reasoning — everyone's introductions were different, but in the end, most boiled down to the same thing. Taking care of people. No one got into this for the money, or the work/life balance; without real passion, it was quite frankly way too hard to ever be sustainable. Being in the kitchen was the first time he felt completely understood, surrounded by people who were just as obsessive and vaguely masochistic as he was. If he was smarter, he'd probably take the time to weigh out his options — to do the pros and cons, and discuss it with people close to him. If he was smarter... But then again, that version of him might not have loved cooking so much, might not have been good enough to be given this opportunity. "I want it," he nodded, without a second thought. "I'm in."
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Cattle farmer was almost as interesting as grave digger, but just a smidge more boring. Who would've guessed? Fletcher's father; a cattle farmer. "Grave digger would've been so much cooler," She couldn't stop herself from commenting with a dramatic disappointed sigh, not hesitating to snag the cigarette back from the man beside her for one final drag, the smoke leaving her lips in circles in the cold night air. She didn't feel it though, the chill. Not when the amount of alcohol she'd consumed was coursing through her veins, keeping her body temperature far too high to feel much of anything. Expertly, she stubbed the cigarette out on the side of the building and slipped it into the nearest cigarette post, a smart idea on the bar's part to install. It hadn't been completely finishing, but it was good enough considering that, even though she couldn't feel the cold air, her fingers might just freeze and fall off anyway. "C'mon, let's get your baby skin back inside and warmed up."
@fletcher-braley
“I’m not so sure I want to,” Fletcher admits with a touch of mischief to the curl of his smile.
Truth be told, he doesn’t even like considering it. It’s a fortunate thing entertaining the idea of alternate universes where this might be plausible isn’t a past time of his. Fletch is quite happy in this world with an Emeline that is quick to quip and quick to rise to a challenge. Things would be boring otherwise.
That same sentiment is extended to all the various types of characters he’s met here in Providence Peak, even Foster, for whom he finds he lacks any semblance of fondness.
“I don’t think she actually knows. I guess graveyards are cold because of ghosts? And the job isn’t that great?” he contemplates out loud. “But no, my father was a cattle farmer, and he hit the bottle enough that he didn't know the meaning of cold.” At least, not in the physical sense, but when he wasn’t running red hot with anger, he definitely wasn’t the most warm person to be around.
His eyebrows arch in interest, and Fletch mumbles a quick, “Oh yeah?” around the butt of the cigarette on the second drag — sorry, mom — before passing it back. “Kill it, and show me what you got in mind. And quick, because my teeth are going to start chattering.”
@emelinecormier
#interaction.fletcher#interaction.all#// thought we could end it here?? maybe plot something for the event
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For someone that was hurting so bad that night, Tyler sure had enough energy to ask all of the questions that she preferred not to think about, let alone answer. Was Providence Peak it? For her? For them? Did her wife plan to stay in the city forever? The woman did have the bakery and the house she owned in the nice suburbs of Claret Park and sure, she confirmed that she didn't want kids, but those suburbs were still the epitome of settling down. Is that where Emmy truly saw herself for the rest of her life? "I don't know," She quietly admitted and left the topic at that, because honestly, she didn't know and probably wouldn't until the moment happened. "The job doesn't have to be a job." Emmy had a feeling the other already knew that, but she's be hard-pressed to ever get the woman to admit it. After getting Ty to the bed, she turned toward the phone in the room, giving some thought to Tyler's request as she cast a glance backward at the other. "I... will not be doing that," She admitted with a slight curve of her lips.
@tysingh
Change wasn't exactly something Tyler loved, so there was a certain sense of relief that they weren't about to pick up and move somewhere. She was settled in Providence Peak. Well, as settled as Tyler could ever be. With the house, the dogs, and Emmy around, she was comfortable there in Providence, though she could have been just as content anywhere else in the world if it came down to it. "Alright, alright, not moving. Do you think we ever will?" A second restaurant would be a huge step for Emmy's career, something Ty hoped would come eventually. Her eyes rolled hard as it was pointed out that she didn't have to keep fighting, reaching to grab Emmy's hand with a huff. "If it's not part of the job, then what else is the job?" she tossed the question back with a lifted brow. Fighting was her job, or at least the part of the job that she enjoyed. All the other stuff, the interviews, the sponsors, the commercials, the photo shoots, they were all just there to push forward her fighting career. Without the fighting career, Ty didn't know what would be left. Her head bobbed gratefully at the mention of room service, slowly letting herself be led to crawl into the bed, a rest that she very much knew she needed. "Order us one of everything. And a bottle of whatever the strongest alcohol they have is. No, scratch that. Whatever the strongest alcohol they can get here within the hour is."
@emelinecormier
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Practically six foot caused a snort of amusement to leave her lips. Practically and actually were two different things, but with the defensive tone on his tongue, she doubted she had to point that out to him too. She found poking fun at Reggie entertaining, a good reason to drag herself out of her busy life to go mattress shopping, of all things, with her friend. Besides, he owed her a little entertainment after the shows she'd put on for him in the past and the effort she put into them. "Sure, six foot. Okay." Emmy nodded, her lips pressed together to hold in the laugh that threatened to tumble out and ruin the man's self esteem. In actuality, she had no clue how tall he was, but she'd definitely met taller in this city. Her own wife even had a solid four inches on her.
She was caught off guard when his entire (possibly less than six foot) frame fell backwards and the laugh finally escaped it's hold, a roll of her eyes following at his antics. They were going to get kicked out, she was sure of it, but might as well have a little fun before they did, right? "Scoot over." The demand came lightly as she nudged him, following the man into the bed as she laid on her back and considered his question. "I think if you lay on anything too long... yeah. You planning on never leaving your bed?" The brunette reached above their heads and lifted the large price tag from where it was attached to the headboard so they could see it better. "Shit, for this price maybe you shouldn't."
@reggiefalvey
"Whelmed is on the money." Reggie whispers back though he isn't sure why they're speaking in hushed tones, but he went with it anyway. He's got a sneaking suspicion that there may be some work on commission at work in the store, because he's never met someone as passionate about mattress strings as a pixie haircut sporting employee named Olivia who had trapped him for six minutes to give him a too in depth rundown of two mattresses he ended up not liking.
He had narrowly escaped back to Emmy.
"Cleaning the frame?" He implores, as though it was a new concept to him -- it was -- before he finds himself catching a stray. It lands like a bullet and he shakes his head at her.
"Woah, what the fuck, I'm practically six foot."
Depending on which app he was using, he did clear six feet, the two he had generously given himself was for whoever he was talking to to discover if they took it offline.
"I'm a very respectable height, your concept of height is just thrown off because giants walk among us in this town and we just let them. I'd have rallied the villagers and the pitchforks by now."
The siege would have to start with Atlas Nolan which was unfortunate because he rather like the man, but 6'5 was excessive.
( Jail! )
Before Emmy can come for him again, he practically launches himself backwards, directly onto a king sized mattress with a steep price to reflect the fact it was memory foam. There was no obvious bounce of his body hitting it like he expected, and he wiggles around a little to try and get a feel for it.
"Check this one out. This is niiiiiice. Do you think if you laid on it too long your body might make an outline like when cops do it around a body in chalk in TV shows?"
@reggiefalvey
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