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WHO: Danny Lynch & Marceline Cox AKA Bad Hagrid & Bad Harry
WHEN: July 19th.
WHERE: The Giant's Den. It's a clubhouse Danny built in the woods at Danny height way back when that Marceline and Blaze later found and made their own.
SUMMARY: Drinking, reconnecting, discovering that maybe he covered up for a murderer who wasn't Lacey. Fab.
WARNINGS: None.

( Somewhere, likely in a far away dump, a few long forgotten AA coins sobbed with disappointment. )

WHO: Danny Lynch.
WHEN: At some point during today's shift.
WHERE: Mac's.
SUMMARY: Danny decides he should tell Lacey he took her bloody wrench.
WARNINGS: None.

( The sun beat against the back of his neck and the unreasonably tall ginger could already feel his skin burning. The question burned hotter. )

To: mr. wolfe
From: ty

[1] i think i made a mistake
[2] i probably don't need the lawyer now

To: blaze
From: ty

[1] i told tony
[2] and then another person. i can’t remember her name. I just know i talked to her

To: teddy; danny (separately)
From: ty

[1] i have to talk to you at some point

did last shot clear out of the star seekers now that yet? bet my stool misses me just about as much as I've been missing it.

TO: Raf
FROM: Malcolm

[1] Hey Raf. Been busy?

TO: JJ
FROM: Malcolm

[1] When can I expect to see you at the station?

TO: Woodrow Mayfair
FROM: Malcolm

[1] Mr. Mayfair, this is Officer Malcolm Rogers with the FCPD. We recently requested that all attendees of the party at the Bellowes Inn come to the station for questioning. This is a time sensitive matter. When can we expect to see you?
[2] Would you prefer a home visit?

TO: Junie Tuna
FROM: Malcolm

[1] You're probably getting sick of Don Corleone's.
[2] One more time?

TO: Eddie
FROM: Malcolm

[1] Word's getting around. How are you doing?

Thanks to Mitch and his murderous pitches, I was uncomfortably close to coming into Father's Day fatherless. For this reason, I (the favorite child) am especially thankful that I am able to wish the man, the myth, and the legend the very happiest of Father's Days.

Dad

Unless you're angling for mascot, you better retire from softball, too. Hang up those cleats!

Poe, Bell, Lincoln

Family dinner at the diner, just the six of us? We'll let mom and dad hang out front and moon anyone who tries the door while we cook them something somewhere between good and masterful.

Amita

Hey, it's my star player. I bet you're exhausted today, running circles around Bat Our Shitty Bones To Splinters Please like you were.

Sunglasses, sunscreen, and bug spray this weekend, softball players and spectators. Don't forget.

Gus Arquette, Marceline Cox, Elliot Haham, Amita Haham, Hugo Hayes, Woodrow Mayfair, Lincoln Mayfair, Lacey Morris, Tony Troy, Raf Valdez, Blaze Wolfe, Eddie Wolfe, Rhett Wyatt

Congratulations, you made the dream team. I realize we're not going to become a finely tuned machine in three days, I just need to see that everybody's oiled their hinges at least once before showtime. I'll be hosting practice Thursday and Friday nights. There's no acceptable reason not to make at least one of these practices. Let me know which day(s) I can expect you. Tentatively, I'm planning to start practices around six.

What are your strengths? Your weaknesses? Applicable skills? Preferred positions? Do we have any thoughts on our team colors? We might be a motley crew but hey, so were the Spice Girls.

EDIT: Hugo Hayes is the Dream Team's assistant coach. Talk to him if mornings work better for you or if you're particularly shitty rusty.

Eva Marple

I want you on my softball team.

I'm taking a break from unloading the moving truck to announce that we've bought a house in Preston and I've taken a transfer from the SPD to the FCPD. Coming home is always a pleasure but it's nothing next to knowing you're staying for good.

This town has always been home to me and the people here have always been family. I hope to have some part in helping you all to feel safe again.

Gnat

Did you pick a room yet?

Valdez + Mayweathers

Surprise! Who's going to help me unpack?

To: Jess
From: Sofia

[1] Put on pants.
[2] Probably shoes, too.
[3] I'll be at the Inn in about six minutes.

To: Julian
From: Sofia

[1] Daisy has not been kidnapped.
[2] She has been borrowed.
[3] Love you!

To: teddy; danny (separately)
From: ty

[1] hey
[2] you okay?

To: jules and nolan
From: ty

[1] hey
[2] you guys okay
[3] congrats again, nolan. it's a big accomplishment

To: blaze
From: ty

[1] hey
[x] i kind of
[x] i might have a problem

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( instagram update )

Having thoroughly convinced herself that JJ Mayweather was the one who tampered with Mitzi's generator, Kennedy comes rolling into the police station like a storm herself. Officer TONY TROY is the one to officially hear her out but everyone in the vicinity is forced by the volume of her voice to hear her out, too. Of course it was JJ! You want proof? He's a Mayweather and he's a conniving little bastard, this is totally right up his alley. Who else would do it? There is a heart and a storm cloud carved into the damn thing! Is that not proof enough? Are you aware of how often JJ harrassed Lincoln when he was a student of his? She'd like the generator dusted for prints and JJ strung up by his toes, please. If you can't do that then at least scare the kid. There's free breakfast in it for you if he cries.

LOCHAN MADAN, upon overhearing all of this, asks Kennedy what makes her so sure it had to have been JJ. Instead of a real answer, they're treated to a recitation of a literal 200 years worth of Mayweathers fucking with Mayfairs. To hear Kennedy tell it, the Mayfairs come off like a family line of noble kittens who NEVER ONCE struck first or acted in retaliation. Any local worth their salt would know better - the Mayfairs and Mayweathers have both been actively and equally antagonistic toward one another for many generations.

If you were planning on braving the storm to treat yourself to Mitzi's homegrown waffles I'm sorry to say you'll be disappointed. I would've closed up even if the generator wasn't on the fritz but I don't want anyone to be fooled by the cars in the parking lot. We are closed. Don't get excited. Some of us are just waiting out the worst of it.

JJ Mayweather

You little shit, when I get my hands on you you'll wish you were nev Do you have any idea how much money

( instagram update )

WHO: Danny Lynch, Xo Valdez Munroe, & lil Olly.
WHEN: Backdated to somewhere in the first few months of Danny's return to town. So like 4/5 months ago?
WHERE: The side of the road.
SUMMARY: Danny does a good deed. Danny's good deeds always seem to involve broken down cars. This one involves a small child, too! Extra cool, Danny.
WARNINGS: Mild cursing.

( Is that a giant leprechaun? )

It's been a long ass time since I been to it but that fair lost a lot of magic thanks to overcrowding.

There are still people sleeping in cars around town. Ain't anybody gonna open up a temporary bed and breakfast? Missing out on some dough. Bet these poor bastards started out with some high standards, couple weeks of living out of their cars probably changed all that. Give them a cot to crash on and a bucket to shit in, they'll be happy.

WHO: Danny Lynch and Hunter Tyler.
WHEN: Six months ago, night time. So? December 2017??
WHERE: Mitzi's Diner.
SUMMARY: Danny realized that Ty's his cousin and tracks him down at Mitzi's to meet him.
WARNINGS: Language, reference to the passing of family members, and I think that's it. Sadness. Confusion. If I missed something, let me know and I'll add it here.

( As odd as the words felt in his mouth, they sounded natural enough when he said them. )

WHO: Woodrow and Kennedy Mayfair.
WHEN: Spans seventeen years.
WHERE: Several!
SUMMARY: Woodrow Mayfair is the best worst dad ever.
WARNINGS: Very small hint of drug dependency.

( And if you find yourself struggling with student loans, it’s better to file for bankruptcy early. )

( Texts from Ty to Danny Lynch, Blaze Wolfe, Jules and Nolan MacLaver, and Tony Troy )