Premise

Welcome to the Brightstar Reserve, nestled in the Beartooth Mountains of Montana. It's employees are responsible for a large and diverse group of beasts, beings, and plant life. Located across Hercinia Lake from the small, unincorporated municipality of Snowcap, the Reserve is far from the unrest in cities like New York, Salem, Chicago, and Monterey, just as everyone likes it.

However, just like the latest trends, politics and discord never seem to stay confined to the cities for long. Beings and those with cross-species lineage are pushing back against generations of regulations and even deeper entrenched suspicions. Leaving one to ask, what does it mean to be magical?

March 27th, 2019


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Who: Fitz Proudfoot
What: Somebody stops being a cowardly custard
When: Tuesday, 26th March 2019. Morning
Where: Brightstar Reserve's Gift Shop
Warnings: extremely mild innuendo in the texts below? idk.
Special Mention: All the kudos go to Calli for kindly NPCing Alex Vasquez in the wee text chat ♥

Only now, little more than a month since being home, he was beginning to think it had been a stupid idea )




Okay, that's weird. Is your friend a legilimens or something? Or do I have a stalker? )