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Mar. 29th, 2026 09:44 pm
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Rumi grew up on pop music, her childhood filled with songs by Kara and SNSD, SHINee and 2NE1, dancing in her bedroom to 'Mirotic.' In the lead-up to debut, she'd listen to 'Love Scenario' as she rode the subway from Hanlim to the agency for practice, nursing teenage crushes, and gained strength to keep working toward her own debut by listening to Red Velvet's. She turned to the Sunlight Sisters' albums again and again, picking out her mother's voice.

That doesn't mean, though, that she isn't well-versed in other genres. She learned traditional songs as a child, and there was a point where Celine made her watch old footage of performances by previous Hunter trios, as far back as they existed, which wasn't terribly far compared to the long history of their secret and sacred profession. Learning how to play music was a must, as well, though of all the instruments Celine had Rumi try, guitar is the only one she really enjoys. Still, it's enough that she recognized the talent of the young man at the piano within moments of entering Kagura. It's a classical piece she doesn't know by name, and his hands dance as fluidly across the keys as Mira does across the stage, certain and familiar as breathing.

She offers her compliments when he finishes his piece, applauding gently, and they exchange names and mutual excitement. One thing Rumi has been deeply thankful for during her time here in Darrow is the presence of a Korean community, but it remains a relief to meet another person from Seoul, and a musician no less. She quickly figures out that Jae-eun isn't from this time, though, only passingly familiar with the concept of idols, and she loses track of the time, curled up on the couch by the fire, clutching a cup of cocoa while they discuss it and music and the pressure of the industry. It turns out he's met Mira, which is somehow not a surprise at all.

Though he protests he's not very good at pop music, less familiar with it, she coaxes him to the piano to accompany her, laughing as she leans against it. His being from the '70s means they don't have a ton of common ground for music from home, but they wind up compromising with a Tiffany Charlotte song they manage to turn into a soulful ballad.

The season is almost over for the lodge. It's the last weekend before they close, and most people, she thinks, have already moved on. She doesn't feel too bad, then, about the fact that they've taken over the foyer, filled it with pretty chords and her voice.

She won't lie. Tiffany Charlotte was good. Rumi is better.

"I can't believe you don't know Taemin sunbaenim," she tells Jae-eun, shaking her head. She grins, teasing. "I have to send you 'Advice,' so you can learn and play backup for me." Everyone and their mom covered 'Guilty' a few years back, but she's pretty sure she'd eat an 'Advice' cover up, given the chance.

"I can't promise I'll be any good," Jae-eun says, his smile rueful but definitely present. She'll take that as a good sign.

"Are you kidding?" she asks. "I don't know the last time I heard anyone play like that. You'll totally kill it. Though, uh, I guess we don't have sheet music for Taemin in this town, huh?"

Jae-eun shrugs at that. "I can figure it out."

"I like the confidence." She has no doubt he's right, and she's full of ideas.

[ One last hurrah at Kagura before it closes! Timed to Sunday, though when in the day is up to you, even if I got this up a bit late... Find Rumi and/or Jae-eun, whether at the café or the piano, before or after their jam session. Open until this says otherwise. ]

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Mar. 29th, 2026 09:34 pm
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2/14/26:

On Valentine's Day, Eddie and Jamie decide to stop putting their lives on hold.

[ HERE | ftb | none ]



2/25/26:

Bill witnesses a slight backslide.

[ HERE | ongoing | eddie kaspbrak's breakthrough anxiety ]




2/13/26:

An anniversary reminds Elio of what he's lost, and what he's found.

[ HERE | ftb | adult ]


Late March 2026:

With the arrival of spring, Elio and Oliver finally move into their new home.

[ HERE | ongoing | adult ]


Late March 2026:

After an incident at the shelter, Abby takes a trip to the emergency room, where she gets VIP treatment.

[ HERE | ongoing | mild dog bite related injury ]

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Mar. 26th, 2026 04:00 pm
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Spike had never been a fan of antiquing, having made more than his share of disparaging remarks about the types of people who were, but this antiques mall happened to boast one of the best collections of vintage vinyl in the city.

Hunched over the newly replenished bins of punk records, Spike had tucked a few under one arm, feeling especially excited by the nearly pristine copy of Under the Big Black Sun he'd snatched up. It was the first spark of real pleasure he'd felt in months.

Gathering his purchases, he made for the counter, navigating around booths of oddities and treasured junk. As he passed a display of vintage toys, a flash of dark pink satin caught the corner of his eye and he found himself turning to get a better look. On the shelf, there was a doll.

Blonde hair, cherubic cheeks cast in porcelain, and a tiered dress of pink satin and cream lace, and around her mouth, a red ribbon gag. She was not just any doll.

"Bloody hell," he breathed, reaching for her with trembling fingers.

Spike had shared love with others, since their separation. He liked think he'd learned to love better, though the reality was that he'd been as foolish about every one of them. Buffy. Andrea. Sweeney. But his Drusilla had been the first.

Well, there was Cecily, but that hardly counted, did it?

Dru, whom he'd dedicated himself to for over a century. Dru, whom he'd been adrift without. Dru, who'd been out of her bloody mind, and he'd loved her all the more for it.

Looking at the price tag hanging from Miss Edith's little wrist, Spike reared back, aghast. "Four-hundred dollars? Are you all out of your minds?"

"She's a nineteenth century antique in excellent condition. It's a steal," said the woman dusting nearby, her brow arched.

"Oh, I'm aware. Dru took care of the sodding thing like her own child," Spike grumbled, ignoring her look of confusion. After a moment of consideration, she came back with, "I could do three seventy-five."

"Oh, I bet you could," he said sarcastically, even as he snatched the doll off the shelf and carried her to the register. It wasn't like he could leave her there. Dru might not be anywhere in sight, and he certainly prayed she never would be (he might have loved her more than his own life, but he couldn't fathom having to deal with her right now), but Miss Edith was a sacred thing.

Leaving her to some stranger would just be wrong.

After having spent far too much money, which had now become finite without Sweeney's ever-replenishing pile of gold, Spike stalked out the back, into an alleyway, where he could skulk through shadows and train tunnels to make his way home.

[[Item post! Find Spike at the antiques mall, or shadow hopping his way towards his apartment. He's been a bit weird about wearing The Gem of Amara since Sweeney disappeared, so he's gotta be careful so he doesn't get too flamy in the sun.]]

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Mar. 25th, 2026 01:25 pm
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As he packed up the remnants of his afternoon Structural Anatomy class, Will remembered.

Only a few days out from his nineteenth birthday, he suddenly felt the echo of a different life. Eighteen and leaving Hawkins High with his friends, in hideous orange graduation gowns, all smiles and sadness and...

Spoilers for the finale of Stranger Things )

But now, at least he knew what it all meant. He was a vessel. A sorcerer. And now, with a whole bunch of knowledge he had no clue what to do with, he rose to his feet, politely waving off the worry of a few onlooking strangers. Dusting grass from the seat of his jeans, he decided that the only thing there was for him to do was walk home.


[[Canon update for Will! I'm assuming that everyone who cares to know what happened at the end of Stranger Things already knows, but just be aware that there will likely be further spoilers in the comments. Find him on campus, or on his dazed walk home.]]

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Mar. 16th, 2026 02:38 pm
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A few months into his time in Darrow, it would be a lie to say Ruslan is happy about his situation. He has, though, acclimated to his new surroundings. He's figured out enough about Darrow to feel safe during full moons, though this last one he spent as hidden away as he could to avoid any possible fallout from the eclipse. He loves his leader, respects Khan deeply, but he's seen how clumsy and foolish he gets around Sooha, just because he fell in love with her during an eclipse, and he really doesn't want to end up like that, especially here. He needs all his faculties about him if he's going to find his way home.

He's not going to push it. It's the kind of thing that takes time. If there were an easy way out, people would have already uncovered it. Ruslan is patient. Getting home is inevitable; it might just take a while.

In the meanwhile, he's made a place for himself here. There's no one to answer to for him, no one to make him attend school, but he does so anyway, dutifully enrolling in classes anyway. For a long time, he didn't have the opportunity to get an education. He's not about to take it for granted, especially now. When he first started out, he had a lot of catching up to do to get on the same level as his peers. Now he's caught up, he can actually enjoy learning.

What he enjoys more, however, is his part-time job after school. Playing sports without his pack could lead to some complicated questions like Why are you so fast? and How did you jump like that? and Wait, I didn't hear anything, how did you? so he gets his exercise on his own in the woods, and uses time that would have gone toward practice on work at an animal shelter. He doesn't need much in the way of money, but the shelter can't pay him much anyway, so it works out fine for everyone. Nominally he's there to be a receptionist, but they need all the help they can get, so he winds up doing a lot of other odd jobs.

The best are the adoption events. They bring several cats and dogs with them to various parks and businesses, the flea market on Sundays, that kind of thing, so that people can be lured in by their cuteness. Ruslan gets paid to play with animals and make sure they're taken care of. It's the best kind of job he could ask for.

It's a good way to spend his birthday, too. He doesn't have much of anyone to celebrate with, and his age is a little complicated in a way he can't explain without getting into the whole werewolf thing, but he can still enjoy himself without that. Camping out next to a big pet store downtown, he sits cross-legged on the cement, a pudgy chihuahua in his lap and a brush in his hand. The older dog can be a little grumbly, but he sits quietly, his skinny tail wagging, enjoying the attention. "You know, George, you remind me of Camill," Ruslan says conversationally. "That's my brother. He's so grumpy, but you just have to get to know him. He's really very sweet, and so are you. You just need the right people, don't you?"​

[ Come and say hi to Ruslan! Or to George or any of the other adoptable kitties and puppies available! Feel free to adopt a new friend (furry or Ruslan). Open to all until this says otherwise!]

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