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[smuttywitch]

[Rachel would really love to be posting something to offer shooting lessons sinces she finally has her splat gun back. But that's part of the problem, because between the shop and her own private spelling to make some sleepytime to fill the splatballs with, some bad things have been coming back in bits and pieces. An apartment she never thought she would have gone to again. Kisten bloodied and asking for his lucky pool cue. Kisten…

Kisten.

And tonight while she was opening up the shop and restocking some things, the scent of the lilac had brought back some of the missing pieces, and it was all she could do to get the few customers out the door before she turned the sign over way before closing time.

So now not only is she not posting about her gun, but she's keeping this to text so no one can hear her voice. Maybe that way, they'll actually leave her alone.]


Hey everyone, Rachel here. Sorry for the super short notice, but I had some personal things come up, so Thistle Do It is going to be closed until Wednesday.

[four days should be enough time for her to...do whatever she's going to do, right?]

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[onteamdyson]

[Kenzi can't reconcile living alone. Even the memories of before, she knows there was someone else, but it almost hurts too much to think about it? About her... it's like she's repressing it to save herself the pain that Rachel's currently feeling.

She clutches the bottle to her chest as she looks up at the plants and then back to Rachel.]

If anyone tried to bitch at you, I'd serve them up a bitching twice as bad and send them outta here in tears.

[She's not even exaggerating. She knows she's fiercely protective of the people she cares about, but those people aren't here. She's got new people to care about now. Why shouldn't Rachel be one of them?]

I like the plants. They're... cheery. Um. I mean. Not that-- anyone has to be cheery right now or that-- you know... Ugh, okay, I'm seriously bad at dancing around shit. If you need to vent at me, you should vent. I wanna help.

[smuttywitch]

[as much as a part of her hates to feel it, Rachel appreciates that Kenzi's comments can get a smile tugging at her lips. She'd probably like Jenks. She seems like the kind of person who would get a kick out of the Twelve Days of Pixy Christmas]

Thanks. It's not usually quite this messy, but crap keeps hitting the fan.

[that's an understatement Rachel. Dealing with that body had freaked her out enough, and then this. She's not sure if that hadn't been part of what knocked this loose, touching death again. She hadn't known who or whatever that was, but that hadn't made it any less upsetting and it shouldn't have needed to be hidden like that.

She barks out a half laugh at Kenzi's apology, nodding and letting out a long, shuddery breath]>

I've got a boyfriend. I thought he wasn't here because of work. [even if it weren't for the cameras and crap, she'd be careful about what she says about Kisten's position. Even people who accepted vampires might not be so cool around a scion, even a stand-in scion, and she couldn't blame them. She unconciously rubs her neck to try to feel the tingle, remembering the times he played on her scar, how damn careful he'd been with her]

He's uh....not. Working. Or...anything, anymore. [because even if it weren't for all the rules here, she still couldn't make herself say 'dead'. It would make it too real, and she can't let it be yet]