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On the night of March 30th, ELLA SUMMERS could be seen emerging from the treetops to dance along the rooftops of the Vintery homes that border the woods. When NORA GREENE called out over the storm asking for her to come down from there, she let out an ugly honk of a laugh and pretended to swandive off the roof in a literal interpretation of their request only to land softly on the ground before zipping off into the sky again.

Many residents were safely and sanely seeking shelter in their homes, but the few who were gazing out their windows or caught in the storm may have witnessed this awful girl ascending higher and higher into the sky towards the rift.

But first-- Lemme take a selfie.


TO: [OPEN TO MULTIPLE ON CONTACTS LIST]
SENT: 3/31 - 12:28 AM

(1) [Attached: A selfie of Ella throwing up a peace sign from up in the air. The crack in the sky lights up the background; its lines are very distinct. It's uncomfortably close behind her, but not enough to pull her straight in yet.]
(2) [Attached: This gif of Peter soaring toward the moon.]
(3) i'm youth i'm joy i'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg
(4) #literallyfuckjackdanby2k17

And then, with the camera still facing toward her, she pressed the record button and sailed backward toward the rift until it hungrily pulled her toward it and she was devoured by the white light. Her intent was to return with a bombass video to show her friends, but... Well...

It's a one-way ticket.

but what's in there??? did we ever find out??

TO: Moya
FROM: Sum

(1) I thought I should touch base with you in regards to our friendship.
(2) I don't know if Leona's talked to you yet, but it very much seems as if we're no longer friends; we both did things the other can not understand and/or forgive. Likely, this is a decision that's beneficial for both of us, most especially in terms of our respective mental healths.
(3) I don't think I should talk about it more than that, but I wanted to say that I really, really hope that you and I can still be friends, although I will try to understand if you can't be anymore, either out of prior loyalty to Leona, or because subsequent knowledge of the events that transpired sours your opinion of me.
(4) ♥

TO: Ella
FROM: Sum

(1) WHERE ARE YOU?

( Left outside Ella's dumb woodsy shack. )

Well, this is a point in favour of fingerprint or retinal ID over photo. What's the most horrifying implication people can think of in regards to this latest mess? I'm torn between 'child turns adult, leaves town, reverts back a few states away' and 'anyone thinking it's a good idea to bang anyone they don't already know while this particular experiment is ongoing'. With 'Mysterious Y taking this opportunity to pretend to be the much younger or much older X in order to do who even knows what' as my honourable mention.

On a not unrelated note: How have we not got a selfie post going yet? I can't be the only one who's curious what people look like right now, and who doesn't want to go through a whole song and dance of who's who when meeting in person. I'll start.

( cut for pic )

To: Hughes
Sent: 7:08 AM

(x)I'm sor
(x) Sorr
(x) Look, I'm s
(x) You said you wanted t
(x) I gave you a cho
(x) lmfao yikes
(x) LMAO OOPS
(1)
(2) Sorry.

To: CAMPAIGN MANAGER 🌟
Sent: 12:00AM; 1/1/2017

(1) #literallyfuckjackdanby2k17

( Cut for: Drunk Texts from Zachary Thatcher, who is having A Day. Texts for - Marceline, Leda, Ian, Elias, Ryan, Ella, Michelle, Sharona, Toni, Maeve, Adam Keener, Linda, Leona, Aran, Marco, Suze, and Roz. )

CASINO NIGHT!!!!! YES!!! I'M READY TO FREEZE MY TITTIES OFF IN A SKIMPY DRESS!!!

Do you think Coleson is fancy enough to own a bidet?

TO: Kylie
FROM: J. Hughes
SENT: 9:38 PM

[1] So.
[2] I guess this is where you get to I Told You So until next year.
[3] Sorry about that.

TO: Rachel M, Matty HR (Separately)
FROM: J. Hughes
SENT: 9:44 PM

[1] You'll be pleased to know that I am myself once more.
[2] Sorry for startling you.

TO: Ella Summers
FROM: J. Hughes
SENT: 10:44 PM

[1] Are you alright?

[A picture shot from the deck of Jason's new boat: Jason has fallen overboard into the harbor and looks suitably angry over the ordeal. Sheriff Ryan Finnigan is caught in a freeze-frame, lunging from beneath the surface of the water, mouth open wide around Jason's shoe to devour it.]

[A selfie: Ella stands tall and proud on Jason's boat, middle finger raised to the camera as she wears a smug smirk on her lips. She is barefoot but wears a long, tattered green tunic that is covered in sticky cobwebs and leaves. Her hair is "decorated" in acorns, more cobwebs, and more leaves. She looks filthy.]


Cecilia is ours, boys. Tink, help me guide the way.

TO: Jon
SENT: 11/17 12:05 AM

(1) wyd?

TO: Harriett
SENT: 11/17 12:06 AM

(1) wyd?

TO: Leda
SENT: 11/17 12:07 AM

(1) wyd?

TO: GROUP: Jason, Zach, Harriett, Nora, Jon, Kit, Jasper, Lydia
SENT: 11/17 12:12 AM

(1) CHECK OUT MY FUCKING TREEHOUSE
(2) [Photo attachment: It's definitely a tree house, constructed near the abandoned hut in the woods. It looks like it's made of scavenged wood from the back of a hardware store. It's dark and the picture is grainy af though.]

(ooc note: Ella's been working on this treehouse since the 12th but has been skipping her few classes all this week and may have been seen breaking down shipping slats behind businesses and hauling the scavenged pieces into the woods. Any residents near the abandoned hut in the woulds would've heard or seen her hammering away day and night more noticeably within the past three days. It's gone from a pet project to an obsession.)

TO: Lydia, Archduchess of Chompychomp
FROM: Zach
SENT: 10/11/16 10:45 AM

[1] I just got your texts; my phone died and I just now got it working again.
[2] You're a hero, thank you.
[3] Family emergency--I put an OOO on the phones for the week.
[4] If you want to go in and use the office/do some organizing/charge me for the use of my xbox, just keep track of your hours and email them to me by Saturday and I'll get your payroll squared away.
[5] Sorry for not reaching out sooner. Shit's been fucking crazy.
[6] You're great tho.

TO: ELLA ELLA ELLA EH EH EH
FROM: Zach
SENT: 10/11/16 12:00 PM

[1] Heyyyyy guess who just spent a day in the WPD lockup
[2] I'll give you a hint
[3] It starts with "Z"
[4] And ends with "achary Thatcher the fuckin douchebag"
[5] Guess yet???
[6] Anyway if the cops come just like
[7] Tell them whatever, I don't care
[8] But just a heads up, they might
[9] Ya boy tried to break into the deadly artifacts exhibit
[10] As part of a job, ish
[11] It did not go well
[12] Obv
[13] Anyway someone else stole all the shit
[14] so like
[15] Maybe go stay with Sharona bc someone is running around with a lot of scary shit???

TO: Marce Bar
FROM: Zach
SENT: 10/11/16 3:00 PM

[1] Marce
[2] ah
[3] fuck
[4] sorry
[5] Marceum of Natural History
[6] 'sbetter
[7] ty for the potions
[8] u r nice n i leik u
[9] let's hang out when I don't feel like I'm dying of the fucking sads

WHO: Jason Hughes & Ella Summers
WHEN: Friday, Early afternoon, September 23rd
WHERE: Mundie Theatre
SUMMARY: Jason and Ella manufacture excuses to make terrible decisions. #sorrynotsorry
WARNINGS: Depictions/discussions of alcoholism and intimate physical contact and self-destructive choices. Fades to black.

( Nobody gives a shit about Bourne. It's not even bad enough to enjoy.  )

TO: Cap'n Hughes
SENT: After this.

(1) Big Reveal time, huh?
(X) Are you comfortable w
(X) Are you okay w
(2) You for sure sure?

TO: Merbae Harriett
SENT: After this.

(1) Hey, do you wanna come to our Peter Pan dinner thing at Nora's on the 24th or nah?

( TEXTS TO: BONE, NATE, LEONA, HAL/JOAN/JAMESON/OLIVIA, IRIS, TULIO, AMANDA, LEDA, LYDIA, ROZ, TY/MAEVE, AURE, CAT, ABBIE, PETER, JAS, JEMS/JAIME, JEDDIE, ELLA, JORDAN, MAYU, SAMMY, JON )

TO: Ella
FROM: Elias

[1] Respond to your Mother this very instant.
[2] Or I swear that I WILL live up to my Evil Fairy origins.

TO: Jack
FROM: Elias

[1] Have you done anything stupid over this?

Ah. I should have stayed.

[Ryan Finnigan]

Do you have her body?

Could I have a look at her

Would it be quite alright if I

If you require my assistance, do let me know.

[Marceline]

Well.

WHO: Jason Hughes & Ella Summers
WHEN: Thursday, August 11th - Snow day
WHERE: A snowy field just outside of Mulberry, then Jason's house.
SUMMARY: Pan and Hook finally engage in battle, then have hot chocolate and whiskey afterwards.
WARNINGS: Fleeting happiness based upon false hope.

( If he was no longer Hook, then she was no longer Pan. And if she was no longer Pan, he could care about the safety of her bike. )

To: CAMPAIGN MANAGER 🌟
Sent: 12:04 PM

(1) I don't know how much insurance is going to cover for repairs, but it wouldn't hurt to do some sort of fundraiser. The Bad Apple was already hurting for money and we can't pay this out of pocket, but we're also going to LOSE money if we have to wait for repairs to reopen.
(2) Or maybe some sort of community repair project. Everyone comes together to show support.
(3) Sharona would love you for it. Hop on it before the others do. I'm letting you take the credit for the idea.

To: Maaaa Sharona 🐑
Sent: 12:06 PM

(1) Hey, Zach had a great idea about maybe doing a fundraiser or a community repair project? He thinks it'd really bring everyone together and we think it'd show Elias that people stand with him and support him.

To: CAMPAIGN MANAGER 🌟
Sent: 12:07 PM

(1) [Screenshot of her initial text to Sharona]
(2) Oops, I accidentally made an executive mayoral decision.

To: Group Text: Maaaa Sharona 🐑, El👀as 🔥🔥🔥, CAMPAIGN MANAGER 🌟
Sent After this.

(1) OKAY, SO. LET'S TALK FUNDRAISER. I was thinking: why should the vandalism stop us from running the bar? Shouldn't people SEE what they've done to the building? Otherwise they become desensitized to shit like this.
(2) There are people willing to come and scrub the graffiti. Why can't they grab drinks too? Guilt-factor will probably drive them to buy more and tip better. We could set a donation jar out in lieu of a loose tip jar.