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Oakley started his day with a smile on his face, ready to start his day. After getting dressed, he grabbed his phone and wallet and left his apartment. He decided a day isn’t a good day without a coffee, so he went to Cafe de Mouse. Upon entering he was greeted with the smell of coffee beans and the sounds of happy people talking. Oakley ordered a generic coffee, filled it with sugar, and left the cafe. He decided to check out the Autumn Festival, so he made his way over to it. He had heard about a hay ride and that seemed fun, so he decided he might as well try it out. Walking into the festival, Oakley sipped his coffee, exploring the different attractions. Lost in awe, he didn’t realize that he bumped into a man. “Oh sorry, sir,” he apologized. 

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Oakley looked at the happy man with a smile. “No, I didn’t know that, but it’s very interesting,” Oakley said, his grin widening as the boy, Quincy, rambled. “Heh, if chocolate helps anxiety, I’ll be buying plenty more bags once school starts up again.” The boy couldn’t stop smiling at the red head, not realizing that he hadn’t introduced himself. “Oh, I’m Oakley by the way. Oakley Munk,” he said, looking into Quincy’s happy eyes. “You seem like an interesting person, Quincy.” It was true, Oakley had never encountered anyone who was so kind and happy or who hadn’t been rude when he crashed into them. 

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Oakley left his apartment to grab a coffee at the café. He was off today so he had the whole day to himself. He wanted to make the most of his summer vacation because as much as he loved his classes, summer was his favorite part of the year. After grabbing his coffee, Oakley decided to take a stroll down to the supermarket. He had groceries, but candy was never frowned down on. Once he walked in, he walked straight to the candy aisle and got a bag of m&ms that could probably last months for normal people, but Oakley was slightly obsessed with the chocolate candy. He quickly paid for his candy and left the store, already opening the bag and happily eating the candies. He was so engrossed with his snack that he full on slammed into an unsuspecting stranger, spilling some of the colorful chocolates on the floor. Oakley looked up, blushing heavily, highly embarrassed. His eyes were met with those of a very attractive man. “Damn, why is this city full of beautiful people,” Oakley said, his eyes widening, slamming his hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crash into you, or think out loud.” The boy let out a strained chuckle, holding out his bag of chocolates, “Want some m&ms?” he asked sheepishly.

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Oakley thought he felt his pocket buzz so he took out his phone and saw that he didn’t have any notifications, even though he was almost sure that his phone buzzed. Oh well, Oakley thought to himself. I’m probably going crazy. That was Oakley’s answer to everything, if he felt something that wasn’t there, he was going crazy. It was a recurring joke he had with his uncle. So, when he felt his backpack twitch slightly on his back, he thought it wouldn’t be anything, but he turned anyways. He saw a man around his age, with his hand near his backpack’s zipper. “Oh, did I leave it open?” Oakley asked, oblivious as usual. “I always seem to do that.” He said the second half mostly to himself. “Oh, well,” he said, grabbing his backpack from the handle, pulling the zippers closer than they already were to the ends. “Thanks for looking out for the innocent Mr.-?” Oakley said, fastening the bag back onto his back , holding out his hand to the man for a handshake.

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Oakley was in the cafe when the broadcast went live. Watching his fallen leader speak such words struck him hard. He lifted a hand to his face and wiped away tears he didn’t know were there. Although he was devastated, Oakley never had questions about the death of Mickey Mouse. Sure, he wanted to know who killed him, but he never thought there would be this much behind his death. Oakley felt his phone ring in his pocket but ignored it. The man just stared at the television, thinking about the Hidden Mickeys hidden around the kingdom. What if he found one? Would he have to find the rest? No, no that wouldn’t happen. It’s very unlikely that he would even have the time to stumble across one of the mysterious clues. Between school and his job at the cafe, Oakley barely had enough time to practice music. Although his shift ended at 8:30, the cafe looked empty, so Oakley grabbed his backpack and started his walk to his apartment fifteen minutes earlier than he usually did. Alone and confused, Oakley was left to ponder his great leader’s message.

It was the strangest thing, how people acted there, in the short span of his time there he’d realized so many of them were painfully blind to things around them. The televisions rambled on about hidden secrets and he had little doubt some fool would fall over them without any real sense to it, those hunting would chase themselves into circles; he had little desire to chase those ghosts. 

His source of entertainment for the evening had turned into following along after the seemingly confused man while he walked; no real reason to it other than seeing how long he could carry on with that game.  But it was better than at least half a dozen other stray ideas that had crossed his mind in the past hour, probably the least likely to get him arrested in fact. Now a black eye? That was possible, true, but a risk he was willing to take. 

Nothing extraordinary to the man, the very fact was what struck him as interesting; how mundane he looked. 

Another few steps, that backpack was right in front of him as he stepped lightly, fingers itching just to see if he could do it, reached with his fingertips to brush a zipper; he just had to test the limits.

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Oakley left his apartment to grab a coffee at the café. He was off today so he had the whole day to himself. He wanted to make the most of his summer vacation because as much as he loved his classes, summer was his favorite part of the year. After grabbing his coffee, Oakley decided to take a stroll down to the supermarket. He had groceries, but candy was never frowned down on. Once he walked in, he walked straight to the candy aisle and got a bag of m&ms that could probably last months for normal people, but Oakley was slightly obsessed with the chocolate candy. He quickly paid for his candy and left the store, already opening the bag and happily eating the candies. He was so engrossed with his snack that he full on slammed into an unsuspecting stranger, spilling some of the colorful chocolates on the floor. Oakley looked up, blushing heavily, highly embarrassed. His eyes were met with those of a very attractive man. “Damn, why is this city full of beautiful people,” Oakley said, his eyes widening, slamming his hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crash into you, or think out loud.” The boy let out a strained chuckle, holding out his bag of chocolates, “Want some m&ms?” he asked sheepishly.

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Oakley was taking a happy stroll through the streets of the Capitol of Calisota. Today had been a good day for the young adult. It was a slow day at the café and he had picked up a really good book at the library that he was really excited to read. He gripped his backpack’s straps as he turned into the park so he can play around with his powers that he still hasn’t gotten a good grip on yet. On his way in he saw a man slightly taller than him with bright red hair looking to the ground walking by. Oakley thought about approaching him, but thought about the outcomes. He didn’t need to think long, so he approached the man and tapped his shoulder. “Hiya there,” Oakley said cheerily. 

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Oakley had barely finished making the girls order after she didn’t say her name, when she slapped her bill on the counter and took her drink. He thought he saw her purse almost come to life, but he shook it off and chalked it up to delusion while in shock. He had never witnessed a customer so strange before. Oakley shook his head to himself as he looked to the next customer in line and continued with his day, pushing the strange blonde girl to the back of his mind.

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Oakley’s day was boring. He went to work, to took orders, and he made coffees.  He didn’t work the early shift, so he missed the breakfast rush which means that Oakley was working the slow shift. Most customers were college students trying to get work done in between classes. Why anyone would want to take summer classes was beyond Oakley. Summer was a time for fun and friends, not school. Oakley was writing a name on a cup when a shorter blonde in heels enters the cafe with her dog. “Hi, welcome,” Oakley greets with a smile as she approaches the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

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anyone in Calisota catch your eye?

it’s kinds hard to not have anyone catch my eye, Calisota is full of beautiful people, please explain why

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Are you and Gina a thing?

Nah, I’m hella gay

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Oakley took down the girl’s order, but gave her a wary glance at her request. “That’ll be $4.78,” Oakley responded. “And we don’t name drinks after new customers.” The boy was confused, he’d never gotten a request so strange. He quickly marked the plastic cup with sharpie. “Can I have a name for the order?” Oakley asked before he took any payment from the girl.

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Oakley’s day was boring. He went to work, to took orders, and he made coffees.  He didn’t work the early shift, so he missed the breakfast rush which means that Oakley was working the slow shift. Most customers were college students trying to get work done in between classes. Why anyone would want to take summer classes was beyond Oakley. Summer was a time for fun and friends, not school. Oakley was writing a name on a cup when a shorter blonde in heels enters the cafe with her dog. “Hi, welcome,” Oakley greets with a smile as she approaches the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

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Oakley repeated his question for the blonde girl, wondering if she had even heard him. “Uh, hello, what can I get for you today?” Oakley asked, trying to keep a kind smile on his face as he faced the blonde and her dog. He’d never seen the pair before, so she’s probably new to the city. Oakley’s been working in the cafe for a while now and he’s witnessed all kinds of crazy and caffeine deprived people and he was honestly not sure which category the girl fell under.

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Oakley’s day was boring. He went to work, to took orders, and he made coffees.  He didn’t work the early shift, so he missed the breakfast rush which means that Oakley was working the slow shift. Most customers were college students trying to get work done in between classes. Why anyone would want to take summer classes was beyond Oakley. Summer was a time for fun and friends, not school. Oakley was writing a name on a cup when a shorter blonde in heels enters the cafe with her dog. “Hi, welcome,” Oakley greets with a smile as she approaches the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

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Oakley’s day was boring. He went to work, to took orders, and he made coffees.  He didn’t work the early shift, so he missed the breakfast rush which means that Oakley was working the slow shift. Most customers were college students trying to get work done in between classes. Why anyone would want to take summer classes was beyond Oakley. Summer was a time for fun and friends, not school. Oakley was writing a name on a cup when a shorter blonde in heels enters the cafe with her dog. “Hi, welcome,” Oakley greets with a smile as she approaches the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

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Oakley blushed a bit, realizing this stranger had noticed his embarrassing dancing. “It’s just something that a friend of mine made,” Oakley said pulling out his phone. “We’re in the same classes, he’s just a lot better than me.” Oakley entered his password into his phone and turned his screen to his new acquaintance, showing his friend’s music. “You can Google him, he’s amazing,” Oakley said. “Oh, by the way I’m Oakley Munk, my friends call my Oak though, and you are?”

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The streets of Calisota felt slightly colder, so on his walk to the café, Oakley held himself close in his hoodie. His headphones were blasting his daily mix, leaving him deaf to the world around him. As on of his favorite songs came on, Oakley tapped his fingers to the beat, slightly bobbing his head. As he got more into it, he realized that he looked quite strange dancing around to a song that only he could hear. So, he turned down his volume, but as he went to place his phone back into his pocket, he dropped it onto the hard sidewalk. He internally and externally cringed, not wanted to know whether or not he broke his screen, although when he picked it up, he sighed in relief, seeing that only the already banged up case was minorly scratched. After doing a double check, he continued on his venture to work, completely disregarding the moving body in front of him, completely slamming into them. “Oh, my-” Oakley started, but cut himself of. “I am so sorry.”

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The streets of Calisota felt slightly colder, so on his walk to the café, Oakley held himself close in his hoodie. His headphones were blasting his daily mix, leaving him deaf to the world around him. As on of his favorite songs came on, Oakley tapped his fingers to the beat, slightly bobbing his head. As he got more into it, he realized that he looked quite strange dancing around to a song that only he could hear. So, he turned down his volume, but as he went to place his phone back into his pocket, he dropped it onto the hard sidewalk. He internally and externally cringed, not wanted to know whether or not he broke his screen, although when he picked it up, he sighed in relief, seeing that only the already banged up case was minorly scratched. After doing a double check, he continued on his venture to work, completely disregarding the moving body in front of him, completely slamming into them. “Oh, my-” Oakley started, but cut himself of. “I am so sorry.”

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As Oakley walked back home, he witnessed the strangest thing. A man ran into a pole and fell to the ground as a snake. Although he turned back into a man the second he hit the ground, the sight confused Oakley to no end. Oakley reached out a hand to the frustrated man, “Uh, hey man. Are you alright?” Oakley asked, slightly wary of the frustrated looking male. He understood the frustrating weight of being blessed, or as some people saw it, cursed, with these strange powers.

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Oakley was in the cafe when the broadcast went live. Watching his fallen leader speak such words struck him hard. He lifted a hand to his face and wiped away tears he didn’t know were there. Although he was devastated, Oakley never had questions on the death of Mickey Mouse. Sure, he wanted to know who killed him, but he never thought there would be this much behind his death. Oakley felt his phone ring in his pocket, but ignored it. The man just stared at the television, thinking about the Hidden Mickeys hidden around the kingdom. What if he found one? Would he have to find the rest? No, no that wouldn’t happen. It’s very unlikely that he would even have the time to stumble across one of the mysterious clues. Between school and his job at the cafe, Oakley barely had enough time to practice music. Although his shift ended at 8:30, the cafe looked empty, so Oakley grabbed his backpack and started his walk to his apartment fifteen minutes earlier that he usually did. Alone and confused, Oakley was left to ponder his great leader’s message.

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Dipper had never felt such betrayal. His family was always so loyal to Mickey. His dad was one of the first individuals gave Mickey his complete and utter loyalty. It was just unfair that this is how the Kingdom had to live without the King. He was mumbling about the clues that were broadcasted. Anything could be a clue that this point. Why couldn’t there be a cut and dry answer? Dipper was so caught up in his thinking that he didn’t even notice the pole right in front of him. He walked straight into it, which only caused him to shapeshift into a snake and then immediately back to his human self. "Damn it!” He whined, feeling frustrated about the whole situation.

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“I know right,” Oakley replied shaking his head. “Where’d normality go?” The boy was right, “Everyone’s off their rocker with that video,” Oakley added.” He was glad that not everyone was going crazy with the theories he knew were already brewing in everyone’s heads. Although the video hadn’t even been released a full 24 hours, the impact it took on Calisota was highly visible. “I’m Oakley by the way, Oakley Munk.”

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Oakley was in the cafe when the broadcast went live. Watching his fallen leader speak such words struck him hard. He lifted a hand to his face and wiped away tears he didn’t know were there. Although he was devastated, Oakley never had questions on the death of Mickey Mouse. Sure, he wanted to know who killed him, but he never thought there would be this much behind his death. Oakley felt his phone ring in his pocket, but ignored it. The man just stared at the television, thinking about the Hidden Mickeys hidden around the kingdom. What if he found one? Would he have to find the rest? No, no that wouldn’t happen. It’s very unlikely that he would even have the time to stumble across one of the mysterious clues. Between school and his job at the cafe, Oakley barely had enough time to practice music. Although his shift ended at 8:30, the cafe looked empty, so Oakley grabbed his backpack and started his walk to his apartment fifteen minutes earlier that he usually did. Alone and confused, Oakley was left to ponder his great leader’s message.

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Loki wasn’t sure what was going on. Of course, he knew that their leader had died, but he didn’t think there was a conspiracy. Why should there be? People die for all sorts of reasons, and to think that this was a conspiracy was ridiculous. He walked slowly in the middle of the street. The sun was barely going down and many cars were honking at him to get out of the road. He continued to move slowly until he reached the sidewalk where another man was walking. Another car honked loudly which only made Loki laugh. “Can you believe that? So serious. The climate is too serious. Don’t you agree?”

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Oakley was in the cafe when the broadcast went live. Watching his fallen leader speak such words struck him hard. He lifted a hand to his face and wiped away tears he didn’t know were there. Although he was devastated, Oakley never had questions about the death of Mickey Mouse. Sure, he wanted to know who killed him, but he never thought there would be this much behind his death. Oakley felt his phone ring in his pocket but ignored it. The man just stared at the television, thinking about the Hidden Mickeys hidden around the kingdom. What if he found one? Would he have to find the rest? No, no that wouldn’t happen. It’s very unlikely that he would even have the time to stumble across one of the mysterious clues. Between school and his job at the cafe, Oakley barely had enough time to practice music. Although his shift ended at 8:30, the cafe looked empty, so Oakley grabbed his backpack and started his walk to his apartment fifteen minutes earlier than he usually did. Alone and confused, Oakley was left to ponder his great leader’s message.