Some Reality

Betty & Jughead

a brief furlough

Betty was grateful for the reprieve from their grounding, though she was doubtful it would continue past the time that Goodland was a winter wonderland. She didn't have the energy to protest how unfair the fact that they were grounded was when FP had informed them they could leave the cabin, but she was definitely of the opinion that she had been wronged. It had been wrong to go into the maze, but her mother was overreacting. A day of grounding would have been sufficient. Still it was nice that she and Jughead had been allowed to vacate the premises.

"What did you want to do, Juggie?" Betty asked him, and she leaned against him. "Did you want to go for a walk, maybe?"

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

What: Trauma and such
Where: Inside the corn maze
When: Sunday
Warnings: Psychological Trauma (no gore)
Status: Closed

Alice Smith, Betty Cooper, FP Jones, Jughead Jones

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"I can has cheezburger?"

FP Jones & Alice Smith (and later Jughead Jones)

What: Discussions and such
Where: Apartment 4B
When: Saturday
Warnings: Will update if necessary

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

SURPRISE

Each resident wakes up to find a nicely wrapped package outside the apartment door on Sunday morning. Residents will find one beloved item from home (player's choice).

Luxanna Crownguard & Jughead Jones

What: A random encounter
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday
Warnings: Not likely, will update if necessary

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

Alice & FP & Jughead

Domestic Bliss * Friday Morning * No Warnings * Incomplete

The smell of frying bacon pulled Jughead out of the haze of sleep. He sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. If he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up, but he was pretty sure he wasn't dreaming. The bacon was real, and accented by the wafting aroma of coffee brewing.

He dragged himself out from under the covers, stumbled into the bathroom to do what he needed to do there as best he could with one arm in a plaster cast. Dressed in a T-shirt and sleep pants, he padded out to the main area of the apartment. Alice was at the stove, flipping the bacon over. She grinned at him. "You're just in time for breakfast," she told him, and he had the weird feeling he'd just walked into a 1960s family television show where everything was perfect and anything that went wrong could be set to rights within a half hour program.

He glanced toward the couch where his dad sat, and in Jughead's mind he was completely out of place. He was used to seeing his dad sitting on the dingy sofa in the dimly lit trailer they called home. Not on a plush sofa in a professionally decorated living room. He was used to seeing a beer in his hands, not a glass of orange juice.

The toaster popped, and Jughead practically jumped out of his skin. Maybe he was actually dreaming this whole thing, after all.