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Monet Grey

The sun always shines above the clouds.

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a character in “ad infinitum”, as played by phosphene

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NAMEXX Monet Renee Grey

NICKNAMESXX Grey

AGEXX 18

SEXUALITYXXPansexual
xxxxxxGENDERXX Nonbinary; them/them pronouns

NATIONALITYXX Australian

ROLEX Arcane

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It's hard to hide your emotions from Monet: they can feel them. Happiness, sadness, fear- there's no point in lying and telling them that you're fine. You have to be close enough to them, of course, for them to read your emotions. They can't pick up a subtle dose of melancholy from across the room, but within a few feet, close enough for your "auras" to touch, they'll likely pick up on whatever you're feeling. It's not perfect, especially when they aren't concentrating, but they're getting better all the time.Occasionally, they let out a burst of emotions, temporarily affecting the people nearby. They can't quite control this, and it tends to happen whenever they're feeling an overwhelming amount of any given emotion. It radiates from them, and the effects are usually very short lived: mere moments. If you think of a memory, and let them touch you (typically they'll choose to touch a person's head, if they're comfortable with it. It's just easiest.), they'll be able to see that memory. It tends to be very inmate, literally sharing a memory with someone else. Monet treasures this ability, and so far people have really only shared happy memories with them. They know that, one day, they may have a memory that's harder to bare shared with them, but they figure that by sharing it, it may make it easier on the memory's true owner.

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M I R R O RXXM I R R O R

H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5'0", petite

The first thing most people notice about Monet is their size, and they've always hated that. Not that they mind their size, they just have so much more to offer beyond being short: and as a result they navigate the world with head held high, shoulders back, and a smile in place. Monet has a very pretty face: expressive, with a tendency to give away exactly what they're feeling at any moment. Their bold brows both help their face to be as expressive as they are, and quickly give away the fact that they aren't a real blonde. They tend to wear her hair cut into a bob, just below their chin; most often left loose, but they will tie it back when the situation calls for it. Monet likes to wear makeup, though they don't often experiment with either color or style. Most often, they stick to the basics: even out their complexion, add some blush, mascara, brows, some lip gloss (lipstick if they're feeling fancy). They have a smattering of freckles on their face, mostly across their nose, but there tend to be a few wherever the lights hits: on a good day they love them, on a bad day they cover them up.

Monet's whole style is decidedly feminine. They like lacy blouses, skirts made for twirling, and soft colors. Some days, they look like their bought their entire outfit right off the rack of Forever 21, and others it looks like they wandered in from the set of a period piece. They don't really subscribe to any set aesthetic, aside from "I liked this, so I wore it," and seems as comfortable in jeans as they do in a dress. They almost never wear heels, however, and tend to live their life entirely in flat shoes. Heels may add some height, but Monet was never quite comfortable in them, so they decided it was in their best interest not to try.

Monet's ears are pierced, just once, and they love wearing different kinds of jewelry. Not just earrings, they also love necklaces, bracelets; all of it. They think of it as a quick and easy way to express themselves. Monet doesn't have any notable scars, though they do have all the normal remnants of a childhood well-lived. While they'd love a tattoo (the aesthetic of them is pretty cool), they're admittedly a big baby, and has yet to find anything they'd like on their body forever.

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W H OXXA MXXI?
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Monet is a gentle spirit; soft spoken and careful with the people they encounter, they tend to make friends everywhere they go. They genuinely believe in leaving every place and person in a better state than when they arrived, so they go out of their way to give compliments, pick up litter, smile at strangers. They aren’t naive, though; Monet knows that the world is a sometimes terrible place, and they know that people would take advantage of their kindness. They’re careful with their spirit, though they believe people deserve second chances.

Though soft spoken, Monet isn’t shy, and won’t hesitate to use their voice when needed. They believe in justice, and think that everyone should fight for it. Because of that, they won’t tolerate anyone who would purposefully do wrong by another, no matter how big or important their voice is. Monet made plenty of friends with more ostracized individuals in high school, and they kicked ass on the debate team. No one expects someone with such a gentle voice to start chewing them out.

They love to surround themself with people; Monet loves people. They love talking to people, hearing stories, making friends. To Monet, the friendship of another person is the greatest gift this planet has to give, and they seemingly never get tired of the company of others.

Sometimes, though, Monet gets… Excessively quiet. Having the ability to know other people’s emotions comes in handy, but there is the side effect of Monet feeling them all themselves, which is mentally exhausting. They try not to show it, because they do their best to be consistent for the people in their life, but some days are rough, and lonely, and they just want to drown out the world. Still, they have the strongest desire to help lift the burdens of others. It comes from having a naturally loving personality, and the fact that their mother always did everything she could to make the lives of everyone wonderful, and they feel like the best way to honor her is to do the same for others. Some days, this feels excessively burdensome. All days, it feels like something they cannot cast aside.


Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Monet tends to space out and stare off into space, as if deep in thought; especially when overwhelmed
They can't stand their lips being dry, and almost obsessively applies lip balm/gloss
Monet always always carries water with them
They tend to run cold, so they almost always have a sweater on hand, even in the summer
While Monet can sit perfectly still, while standing they tend to sway and bob in place, almost as if dancing to some phantom melody

F E A R S:
Monet is most afraid of hurting others: that one day their abilities or their words will create an emotional scar that doesn't easily heal
They're afraid of forgetting the things and people that are important to them, as irrational as it may seem
Large animals make them nervous

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T H EXXP A S T

Monet's childhood was as normal as the childhood of any arcane individual. They were surrounded by magic, oddities, the odd extremely dangerous animal. Some of that may have had more to do with where they grew up than who they grew up with, though. While their entire family is pretty magical, none of them are anything extraordinary, nor are any of them particularly memorable. Still, Monet always thought their family to be the best there ever was. With just one sibling (a younger sister), Monet never felt that they had to compete for their parent's attention. There was so much love to be felt and to be given, Monet never even considered everyone wasn't so lucky as they were.

As they got older, they realized that most people weren't speaking literally when they said they felt one another's pain, or they shared each other's joy. It was all just a part of their life, and it had always seemed so normal. As they got older, new facets of their abilities seemed to slowly unlock themselves. As Monet met people, shared new experiences, stories, and friendships, they learned new things about themself.

It started with a story from their mother, about a sunny day when their parents had only just begun to date. Monet's mother, playing their hands to her face- a dramatic reenactment of events- and Monet saw it, the very moment their mother was telling them about, and it was beautiful; seeing the world, their father, that moment in time, from their mother's eyes was the most amazing thing they could imagine. They started to collect memories wherever they could, whenever the people in their life were comfortable sharing with them. They felt it helped them understand the people around better than ever, and sharing something as personal as a memory brought with it a closeness unlike any other.

Monet's mother died rather suddenly during her final year of school. They'd been preparing for their future, and suddenly their mother wasn't going to be a part of it. They hadn't even realized she was sick until she'd already passed. This changed life forever for Monet; their mother was their rock, and the best person they'd ever met, they wanted to be like her. They decided to start by going to Cascadia. Their mother had gone, ages ago. It was a slightly different school now, but they thought that experiencing life in a new place would be good for them. Might be healing.

So begins...

Monet Grey's Story

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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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xxxit always seems to slip away
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Honestly, Hatch was surprised it had taken her housemates a full two weeks to throw a party. She’d been in desperate need of a release, and she’d been around for a week longer than most of them. But then again, she reminded herself, her housemates seemed to have a slightly better relationship with their families than Hatch did. Classes had only been back a week, and that was probably the most stressful thing most of them wanted to escape.

Hatch had left it until the last minute to leave to go home, and she’d come back as soon as possible. And even then, the few weeks she’d been home had been insufferable. Her oldest brother had announced his engagement, which had just resulted in more boring parties with her parents, where she was expected to drink wine and make polite conversation and wear a dress that made her look like every other businessman’s trophy daughter. Her father’s latest attempt at setting her up with some nice businessman’s son had backfired, even if the conversation had lasted a full ten minutes longer than usual. Her parents had spent the time they weren’t gushing about her brother and how wonderful this was for the family making strained conversation with Hatch about college. Her mother had brought her shopping, which had been an ill-fated attempt at converting Hatch to a more “appropriate” style of dressing. Hatch had, at least, gotten some new shirts out of it.

So when her housemates had suggested a party, Hatch had nearly fainted with relief. She’d gotten the word out among her friends and had even helped decorate a bit. They’d told everyone to bring their own drinks, but still had a ready stash of spirits and mixers, just in case, and had plenty of food to go around. They knew nobody was coming for the food, but also knew that it would be appreciated. Especially by whatever dumb freshmen would probably show up on an empty stomach. It always happened.

But It almost seemed like everybody had forgotten the events that had gone down shortly before Christmas. It seemed to just be another one of those events that was hot on everybody’s lips for a few weeks before fading into legend. Of course, a student being found dead on campus seemed to deserve a slightly more prominent place in everyone’s mind. Especially when it was clear they were murdered. The police were still around, asking questions, and there was a much tighter security presence on campus after dark. But if they hadn’t gotten the answers they needed before Christmas, they more than likely weren’t going to get the answers they wanted now, and the event had turned into a source of gossip.

“I heard he was in trouble with a gang,” one of Hatch’s roommates declared from where she lay on Hatch’s bed. Hatch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lotta. “Drugs, guns, the whole thing.”
“I heard it was a cult.” Francis appeared from nowhere at Hatch’s door.
“A cult, Francie? Really?” Hatch laughed, leaning in to finish applying her lipstick.
“Yeah. Satanists.”
“Pretty sure his death wasn’t ritualistic enough for it to be a cult,” Lottie remarked.
“He pissed them off and they snapped. James says a senior approached him and tried to talk him into going to some service and then when he refused, the guy got really pissed off. He definitely seemed capable of murder.”
“Or, you know, it was just a mugging,Hatch remarked, raising an eyebrow and turning around to face them and taking a sip from her Jack and Coke. “Sometimes things are just painfully ordinary and boring.”

Ordinary and boring. Two things Hatch was determined to never be. Her dress was another present from her mother. It had been pointedly laid out for her before one of the many parties she’d been forced to attend, and was one of very few outfits that her mother picked out for her that Hatch actually liked. However, Hatch took comfort in the fact that she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t have liked her shoes or her makeup, and relished that.

Even though the party was in her own apartment, Hatch waited until it sounded like there were plenty of people there before making her appearance. Looking like she’d been waiting for everyone else would just make her look desperate, so she waltzed out of her bedroom and scanned the party with a raised eyebrow. It seemed that everyone else had been as excited for the party as they had been. She made her way over to the kitchen to pour herself another Jack and Coke (heavy on the whiskey, of course), where she positioned herself to continue scanning the room and either find a familiar face or someone who at least looked interesting.

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This conversation got boring
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Winter break wasn’t anything special for Isabella. She was doing fine at Cascadia, making connections with other families, keeping her studies on track, as well as enjoying herself, though the second wasn’t that hard when she could spend an evening using her arcane magic on books instead of actually studying like some of the other students. Being home would be a nice break from the college life and a reminder of who she was and her goals.

At the Vayne Estate, Bella spent some time with her family, fortunately three of the four Vayne children were able to come home for break at the same time, so their parents could show them off all at once, which included a large gala. Her parents had planned it when they received Isabella’s schedule and communicated with their other children, and sent out the invitations to most of the well known Arcane talented families in the Northern Hemisphere, while traveling would be required for some, it was still a Vayne celebration. Isabella usually didn’t care about who was invited, but after letting it slip to her parents about the type of character the youngest child of the Taliesin family was, her parents rescinded their invitation. They didn’t expect them to actually come, but it was more so sending a message. There was talk about the Cunningham family, but her father once again decided against inviting them, as he had done every other time they planned on throwing a ball. Their curse of female only gifted arcanes was too much of a risk to Vayne bloodline.

Bella enjoyed her time at home, talking about her studies and who she was able to connect to, but not much had really change in the first couple months compared to her first year, so when she got bored at home, Isabella was the first Vayne child to leave, though the other children quickly followed and returned to their normal lives, Isabella’s younger sister gifting her a few outfits made from her own arcane magic, ones that Bella would for sure be showing off.

Isabella took her time actually getting back to Cascadia, but was glad to be back, Cascadia was the first real step to prove herself to herself and to her family, and so far it was going great. Though she shared the same opinion as her family about mundanes being allowed entry, it was nice to have even more people know her name. Though she mostly ignored the gossip and rumors about another death on campus, it was another human so not worth Bella’s worry. What surprised her though as she was settling back into the groove, she heard rumors of a party being thrown. And usually she wouldn’t care, parties were common at a college, but what threw her off that it was being thrown by a well known, acquaintance of hers, Harmony Cunningham. Or mostly known around campus as Hatch.

Under the Vayne household, there was much preparation that went into getting ready for a party, but Isabella wasn’t one for those traditions at Cascadia, mostly just focusing on looking stunning, making herself known, and enjoying herself. Bella knew this party wouldn’t be Arcane only, so she sent messages around spreading word about the party Isabella Cecelia Vayne would be going to first after winter break, making sure Harmony would hear she would be coming. Also making sure Lisa would be there, one of the few non-arcane people she could tolerate, but actually enjoyed herself with.

When the hour of the party rolled closer, Isabella focused on making sure her hair was perfectly wavey and flowing over the collar of her dress, as well as her nails were shining; she relished in her natural beauty and rarely wore make-up. The dress Isabella was going to wear was from her sister, made from real ermine fur, as well as enchanted to draw a bit more eyes and put off a relaxing aroma. Bella stood in front of the mirror checking herself out and twirling a bit before throwing on her knee high boots, that would give her a couple more inches in height, and heading to Hatch’s shared flat for the festivities.

It didn’t take her long to arrive, but when she did, she was glad the party was already in effect. Growing up, she was taught to never arrive at a party earlier, harder to show off with less people in the vicinity then when the party was already started and more people were on site. Her boots made a loud clicking on stairs leading towards the door and people were already turning their heads towards Bella; partly because of her enchanted outfit, partly because of her look, and partly because of her name.

As she walked through the room, Isabella bumped into a familiar face, though one that she didn’t care too much about. Monet Grey. “Oh hey girl. Fancy seeing you out and about at a party like this. Very interesting sweater. And hat. I'd never thought of wearing something like that, especially together, good for you.” Bella gave a light smile under her lips and shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t long until someone behind her caught her attention, a good distraction from her current conversation. “My little Lisa Chu. How are you?” She said, embracing the mundane. “Hope your break wasn’t as boring as mine. Family parties and a lot of talking, parents love showing me off.” Bella continued, rolling her eyes a bit.

Isabella perked a bit as Lisa mentioned a new trick. “Oh please share, and once you do, let show it off to the others. But what shall we be drinking together?”

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Monet’s family had never been the wealthiest, so when winter break came around, they had to decide if they wanted to spend the money they had on an airplane ticket, or save it so their funds wouldn’t go low. It had been Monet’s first Christmas away from home, and they would be lying if they said the experience hadn’t made them question their decision to go to university so far from home. It was a little eerie, staying on the nearly empty campas so soon after someone had been murdered, but they took some solace in the fact that they weren’t truly alone, even if it felt like it at times.

Monet was genuinely thrilled when people started coming back towards the end of the break. It had been hard, not being around their family over such a big holiday, so the influx of their friends returning was heartening, to say the least.

After classes had resumed, life seemed to just carry on as usual. It was sometimes a little difficult to catch up with others after a break; everyone was busy trying to get back on schedule, and Monet was no exception. While they hadn’t gone home over the break, they hadn’t spent their time being particularly productive, either. They spent most of their time over break watching Netflix and face timing their little sister. Monet hadn’t even fully realized how much they’d missed her until then.

Monet heard about Hatch’s party, and they really weren’t about to turn down the chance to go. Sometimes they declined (parties were so chock full of hormones and emotions and sometimes they were too much), but they still went to plenty of parties; there really wasn’t a better way to get the people they cared for together.

Monet spent a little extra time trying to find the right sort of outfit: they didn’t tend to fuss over their outfits too much (they were pretty confident and comfortable with themselves, and their clothing was no exception), but they did want to look cute.

Getting to Harmony’s place was easy, finding anyone once they got there was another story. Once again, Monet found themself lost in the hubb of people. This wasn’t unusual; they tended to be shorter than most other people in a room, and bumping into people’s shoulders wasn’t a good way to find their friends. Bumping into Isabella Vayne was probably the worst thing Monet could think of so soon after arriving to a party.

Monet had tried to be friends with Isabella, they really had, but the girl seemed to hate them for things completely out of their control.

Don’t let her get to you, Monet thought to themself, Don’t give her that power. Monet smiled as Isabella spoke to them, and though they knew a backhanded compliment when they heard one, they still cheerily said, “Thank you, this is one of my favorite sweaters.” There was a brief moment when Monet wanted to say something about the fur, but instead they decided it was probably best to just ignore Isabella if they could. They’d decided a while ago that Isabella Vayne just wasn’t worth their time or energy. So, the moment Isabella had found someone new to speak with, Monet quickly turned to walk away. Hopefully, Isabella would be leaving them alone for the remainder of the evening.

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xxxwe start believing that we belong
xxxbut every sun doesn't rise
xxxand no one tells you where you went wrong
Isaac wasn’t totally sure how he’d ended up at this party. Something about someone Ariza knew happened to know someone who knew someone who was throwing a party, and it was bound to be a good one. And hey, Isaac wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity for a good party. Christmas break had been fine, but he’d found life back home almost frustratingly boring and he was aching for something fun. So a party thrown by a bunch of strangers seemed like the perfect opportunity. And besides, it often felt like he ran into the same people, no matter who was throwing the party or where it was at. He’d find someone to talk to, he usually did.

After figuring out who else was going and roping in a few others, he agreed to meet everyone there. He’d had a dance and movement workshop immediately followed by auditions, both of which had ran well over time. Thankfully, he’d anticipated that and had left his outfit out that morning, so when he got back to the dorm, he just had to shower and get changed. Even still, he was late late, barely even fashionably late. As expected, the party was mostly upperclassmen, and was popular enough that he could slip in without anyone noticing. The party didn’t disappoint. Lights were strung strategically to give the room enough light that you could see who you were talking to, while still being suitably atmospheric. The music was good without being ridiculously overplayed. They’d even provided food, which Isaac was perhaps the most excited about given he hadn’t gotten a chance to get anything to eat before leaving.

It was also a much bigger crowd than he had been expecting, and trying to find anyone in the crowd was difficult. He’d just about decided to maybe grab a drink and text Ariza to at least find where he was, when he found himself colliding with a tiny, familiar figure. “Monet!” He yelled in delight, wrapping his arms around them in a hug. “Oh my god it’s been too long! How are you? Your hat is so adorable!” He said. He hadn’t seen them since he’d gotten back to Cascadia and he’d missed their comforting presence. “Babe, I am starving, let’s go grab something to eat!”

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Despite being siblings, Carla and Lucia had spent a significant amount of the break apart from one another. Back home, Carla's bedroom had spent the months unfilled, much to her father's chagrin, and her step-mother's silent contentment. Instead, she had spent the time hopping from apartment to airbnb. A week couch-surfing here, a few nights in a motel there; she had moved across the city as necessary. It had been expensive, and the numerous jobs she had worked had not taken kindly to her erratically changing addresses, but even at her bank account's most strained, she had never considered returning home. Not even Lucia, with all their words of reassurance, could convince Carla to remain anything but firmly distanced from her father, who she had no intentions of making amends with. Especially now, with all the nights she had spent rattled by the possibility that he was intentionally hiding her mother away, or, at the very least, that he knew more than he let on. He had insisted many times that he had not seen her since their battle in court, that she had gone on her way, perhaps even left the States. The last suggestion hurt and worried Carla especially so, though it was remedied by her firm refusal to take everything her father said with a dash of cynicism. The man was a notorious liar, after all, especially when he had such a heavy incentive.

Suffice to say, she felt happy to be back.

Furthermore, she was happy to see Lucia again, especially now that there was no quiet concern present beneath the surface of each interaction. Their environment had stabilised, and the worry ceased in favour of their typical enthusiasm. Now, Lucia sat in front of Carla's mirror, brows furrowed as they altered their hairstyle a fourth and final time. The teardrop jewels beneath their eyes winked in the lamplight as they deftly knotted the second of their two hair puffs. Carla, meanwhile, was on her second drink, preferring to get a buzz going before entering the fray. Lucia's own can of citrus-something sat still waiting on the dressing table, untouched for an hour since being opened.

"Just about ready to go."

"You said that an hour ago."

"My bad."

Carla shrugged, leaning over her sibling to inspect her face in the mirror. It too was touched by gems and glitter, and sent sparks flying across the glass. Satisfied, she pointedly shifted Lucia's can towards them. "You good? Drink up and let's go." One last lookover, and Lucia snatched the can, attempting to down it, then thinking better of it midway.

"I'll drink it on the way- let's go!"



By the time the two arrived, the buzz was kicking in for both of them, and they were all smiles as they walked into the house, greeting people left and right. The two of them were well known, well-liked despite their (or rather, despite Carla's) scandalous reputation. Lucia exchanged glance-overs with a passing handsome stranger as they hooked their finger around the ring of another can, catching the fizz on their lips.

"Damn, there's a lot of people h-" They and Carla spotted her at the same time, and Lucia's spirits immediately dampened. Isabella stood across the room, dressed as glamorous as ever. She looked stunning. Lucia felt sick.

"Come on." Catching their arm, Carla tugged them in the opposite direction. Lucia's head was bowed, but Carla threw back a frown at Isabella. The frown lingered as she noted the person Isabella was talking to. Are they friends, or what? It was going to be a problem, but as her gaze returned to her sibling, she noted it as one for another day. She spoke, tone hushed, as they walked towards where Monet and Isaac stood chatting. "Ignore her; she's not your problem tonight, okay?" Resisting glancing back, Lucia's response was as resolute as they could muster, "Okay." Carla gave their arm a reassuring squeeze, and by the time they reached Monet and Isaac, Lucia was bright once more, giving each of them a hug.

"Hey!"

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Honestly, this was a good party. Good music, the atmosphere was great, everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves, as far as Monet could tell. They were happy with it all, but they knew they’d likely grow tired of it if they didn’t eventually cross paths with someone they could really engage with. Monet supposed they could have been paying closer attention, because they very quickly found themself running into someone. Shit, they thought, but realized who it was before any sort of apology could slip past their lips. Monet laughed and squeezed Isaac as tightly as they could. Monet grinned when he complimented their hat, but very quickly adopted a more stern expression, “You, sir,” They pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Should have popped by when you got back. I missed you entirely too much.” They were just kidding, mostly. Monet had missed Isaac; they’d missed all their friends. A bright smile spread back across their face, “You look great! If you weren’t so much taller than me I might threaten to steal your jacket.”

Isaac said he was hungry, and Monet raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t eat before you came?” There was a gentle sort of concern in their voice: Isaac needed something to eat, or else he would be absolutely miserable when he started drinking. Of course, he probably just hadn’t had the time. The theatre program could be pretty demanding, so it wasn’t a shock. They grabbed onto Isaac’s hand so they wouldn’t get seperated, and set out to where they assumed some food could be found, “How was your break?” They were, of course, curious, but they also just wanted something to talk about. “It was boring as hell here with everyone gone for the holidays.” Monet looked over the food options, but they weren’t really all that hungry. Still, some chips or something never hurt anyone.

Then Monet heard a familiar voice say, “Hey!” And that, combined with the warm hug, brought a grin right to their face.

“Lucy!” Monet practically squealed as they hugged their friend, “Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.” Then they turned to Carla, and gave an exaggerated gasp, “My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

Now, with their friends around, Monet’s heart felt a little fuller. There was something about the certainty of being among the people you care about. Monet was such a social individual, and being here among their friends felt like exactly what they’d needed.





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Booker didn’t mind his family, but he preferred to see them in smaller doses. All he heard about was how well his sister was doing in med school, his cousin was getting married, his mother’s best friend’s sister’s kid just had a baby, and anything about him was an afterthought. He was happy for his sister, and his cousin, (and he guessed he was happy enough for his mother’s obscure acquaintance he’d never met), but if he were being honest it was grating. He didn’t need to hear about his sister’s gpa for a tenth time, he had it memorized after the third.

He didn’t talk about school much, though. Certainly not about the student that had been murdered. Booker was a little worried about it, obviously, but he had to hope that it was an isolated event. He didn’t need his parents insisting he try to transfer in the middle of the school year. Booker liked Cascadia; he had friends there, he liked the area, the professors. If things got worse, he’d consider it, but as it was he didn’t want to even really consider leaving.

As it was, he was glad to be back. Having some space from his family, he felt like he could breathe again. He always forgot how smothering his mother could be until he was back in her presence. He’d arrived back on campus really last minute, just a few days before classes started back up, and adjusting back to classes was never the easiest thing to do. Booker wasn’t complaining, though, he really thrived at Cascadia, and he enjoyed most of his classes. Maybe he was a nerd, or maybe all the studying was something to focus on so he didn’t have to face his own issues.

Either way, when Booker heard about the party, he figured it could be good for him. The compounding stresses of everything that had been going on meant that even Booker could use a breather. He didn’t tend to go to parties, and everyone that had ever invited him to one knew that he was more likely to say he needed to study than agree to show up, so the times he did show up people acted like it was an act of God or something. “You came!” or “You made it!” or “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside the library!” Comedic genius, really.

Booker had never really cared for punctuality at these types of parties- it didn’t matter much, and he wasn’t going at all if he didn’t finish everything he needed to do. But here he was, with an offering of some craft beer he’d brought back from Wisconsin. There were quite a few people at this party. He spotted some he’d rather avoid, others he didn’t mind. He figured he’d start with dropping his drinks off; he was willing to share.

He offered a smile to anyone he knew as he went, and he almost went right up to talk to Darcy when he spotted her (she looked really pretty. Well, she was always pretty, but her dress was very nice.), but she seemed to have made herself part of a small group, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to interrupt. Still, he tried to catch her attention by waving at her. He didn’t want to pull her away from her conversation, but if he were being completely honest, he’d missed her over the break. They hadn’t had an abundance of time to catch up since classes had started back up, and he hoped that they'd have a little time to talk, at least.

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Hatch just raised an eyebrow as Isabella mentioned her family's gala. Hatch knew full well that her family didn't tend to be invited to these things. A lot of older Arcane families viewed her bloodline with vague disdain due to the fact that the gift wasn't present in every generation and was only ever present in women. And to be honest, she was totally fine with that. Isabella's family's galas just sounded like her own family events but so much worse.

Isabella's comment about her outfit just made Hatch chuckle. Really, if she was having to resort to comments like that, Hatch had basically already won. Being called Harmony really just concreted that for her. She scanned the room as Isabella walked away, looking for people she hadn't already greeted that she actually wanted to talk to. That was a notoriously small group of people. So when she spotted Lucy and Carla talking to Monet and some guy she only recognised in passing, she decided that was better than nothing.

"Well, look who we have here!" She called as she reached the small group. "Monet, my dear, you look as adorable as ever, that look is just too sweet!" She said. "Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives," she said with a grin, and wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders as she turned to look at the man. After examining him for a minute, she thought she'd seen him hanging out with Monet a few times, but she didn't think she'd ever really crossed paths with him, but his outfit was different enough to what every other guy seemed to be wearing that he intrigued her. "Hatch Cunningham. A pleasure."



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Isaac pouted as Monet gave him a stern look, telling him off for not having been around sooner, before laughing as they admitted to missing him and complimenting him on his jacket. "I don't know, you could probably get away with it as a dress," he teased. "You'd rock it, but not as much as you're rocking that cute ass hat," he said. He rolled his eyes as they asked him about not eating. "I totally meant to, I just didn't have time, mom," he teased as they made their way over towards the food. He was impressed by the selection, it was better than the pizza and chips that most parties just offered.

"Oh, I can only imagine. My holidays were... nice. Quiet, really, I kinda missed the chaos of college life," he admitted as he piled some chicken fingers onto his paper plate. [color#7b78b4]"Even if I'm now running between class and workshops and auditions, I wouldn't change it for the world."[/color]

He grinned as Lucia and Carla appeared, both of them looking absolutely fabulous. He returned the hug enthusiastically, before popping a chicken finger in his mouth. However, the presence of a new person almost had Isaac feeling on edge. She gave off an intimidating aura, even if she was a little shorter than him. She greeted the others before turning to assess Isaac, and he had to resist the temptation to shrink back under her gaze. But apparently, she deemed him worth her attention as she nodded and introduced herself as Hatch Cunningham. Hatch was such an unusual name that he was about to ask her about it, but another look at her and he decided against it.

"Isaac Fox. A pleasure to meet you," he said. "Is this your party?" He asked, and she nodded, those steely eyes unreadable. "It's pretty great. The food is really good," he said, and she nodded again in what he presumed was thanks.

"So how was your holidays?" She asked, but Isaac got the impression that the question wasn't particularly directed at him.

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Isabella giggled to herself watching Lisa’s reaction and response to her bringing up the recent death on campus. She knew the girl’s major and assumed an event like this would peak her interest. “Cascadia is a college from a time long ago, you never know with places like this.” She quickly spoke in between listening to her current drinking companion and sipping the wine. Though she wasn’t expecting Lisa to ask to ask her if she knew anything about it. Obviously Bella wasn’t here when the death happened, so she wouldn’t be suspected, but she knew it wasn’t a question of Lisa interrogating her as a suspect. But her question was more so if she knew anything about it.

“Well hun, you know I come from a legacy of people coming to Cascadia, Vayne isn’t a shy name around the halls...” Bella said, swirling the glass of wine in her hand. “How about this little one, I’ll do a little bit of family digging, and if I find anything, you’ll be the first I tell.” She said with a smirk. Once again, not expecting herself to actually follow through with telling a mundane about the secrets of Cascadia and her own family, but it was fun to play around. Isabella quickly slowly sipped the rest of her drink and set the glass down next to the sink. “Anyways little Lisa, you know I need to make more face around the party. Go enjoy yourself, and thank you for the wine and the words.” She gave the woman a smile before leaving the room.

Bella saw many other friends and acquaintances as she walked through the next room. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on a group of friends from before the break that she also saw at her families recent gala. A wicked smile came across Isabella’s face as she began making her way over towards them, ready to indulge in some recent gossip, and maybe even hear a bit more of the recent tragedy that struck Cascadia. But as she passed by a group of people in a circle minding her own business, Isabella quickly felt a fluid splash against her face and over her outfit.

“What… the fuck….” Words slowly left Isabella’s lips as she looked down at her now drenched dress. While it would come off easily with a spell from one of her friends, right now it looked ruined and stained. Her head turned to see where the drink came from and her eyes settled on a man with a now empty cup. Isaac Fox. Isabella usually didn’t like people making mistakes as it was a small pet peeve of hers and she would normally have some words with said person, but since it was Isaac Fox out of all people, the man who took it upon himself to be on a Vayne’s good side, Isabella wasn’t going to have any of it. A few moments of silence passed before she reacted.

Isabella wasn’t sure if it was the look in her eyes, or someone’s gut feeling came into play, but as she stepped forward, someone stepped in front of her starting to hold her back. “Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?” She asked rhetorically trying to push past whoever was holding her back, quickly seeing it was Hatch. “Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.” She said out loud, glaring back at Isaac.

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Monet couldn’t help but grin as Isaac teased them. They didn’t mean to be pushy and practically parent him, but they didn’t always know how else to express that they cared. They were also projecting their worries about their younger sister onto him. Monet couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for being so far away from her this year. The Grey family had their first Christmas without their mother the year before, and now Petra had gone through her first holiday season without her only sibling. There had been a lot of firsts for their family in the past few years.

Monet couldn’t be there with their sister, but it was easy to take that worry and guilt and use it to fret over their friends. It would fade quickly, just as it had before. Even in that moment, as Monet greeted friends and complemented outfits, the sense of worry and guilt seemed to melt away. Everyone was having a good time, and so would Monet.

Hatch’s arrival was a welcome one, in Monet’s book. They grinned at the compliment, and quickly fired back with, “You look fantastic, and I feel underdressed!” It was mostly in jest; Monet was comfortable enough in their own skin not to be too bothered by the way other people were dressed at a house party (even if they still couldn’t quite wrap their head around wearing heels to an event like this). They were glad to see that Hatch and Isaac seemed to be getting on well enough, and when Hatch asked about the holidays, Monet shrugged.

“I was here. It was… Nice and calm, mostly. Kind of nice, really.” That was a total lie; Monet had hated being alone. It was too quiet, boring, and slightly depressing. They were due a little excitement.

However, an upset Isabella Vayne was not what Monet had in mind. Silently, Monet said a thankful prayer to no-one-in-particularly that Hatch had been there to hold Bella back. They weren’t sure there were many others at the party that Isabella would have allowed to restrain her. “Really? Come on, Isabella; I know it’s upsetting, but this is a fucking party. Shit happens.” And this is why you don’t wear your fancy new furs to a college party. Monet was fairly sure Isaac wouldn’t dump his drink on someone on purpose, but even if he did, not many people would really blame him for targeting Isabella Vayne.

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“Lucy! Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.”

“My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

"Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives,"

They were no strangers to compliments, and they returned the niceties will matching sincerity. Already, the tenseness that had tightened about Lucia had begun to loosen, replaced with the comfort of friendly faces and Hatch's arm around their shoulders. Carla too, was at ease, very much in her element with a buzz of friends about her, and a drink in her hand.

She brought the can back to her lips, smirking against the metal as she watched Hatch and Isaac's tentative introduction. She didn't blame Isaac for his tremors; Hatch was certainly an intimidating presence, even with several shots of vodka in her system. She didn't think it would take them long to bond, though. Alcohol, for all its unappealing inducements, tended to prompt many friendships through its reduction of inhibitions. Perhaps by the night's end, the two would be cackling together over a game of beer pong, or kissing in a shadowy corner. The possibilities were all apart of the fun, and Carla buzzed with anticipation of the night ahead. She wouldn't be opposed to her own shadowy corner, in fact, given the right buzz and the right partner.

She hadn't been entirely sure how to respond to Hatch regarding the circumstances of her summer- they had hardly felt like a holiday, after all, but thankfully she found she did not have to, for any dismissive comment she might have uttered was quickly cut off by a particularly drenched and fuming redhead.

“What… the fuck…."

Carla and Lucia's reactions were near opposites; whilst Lucia was all shock and concern, Carla's surprise quickly turned to amusement.

“Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?

Carla's smile faded into bemusement as she followed Isabella's accusatory gaze, which was aimed directly at an especially bewildered Isaac. Isaac?... Is she serious? That guy couldn't throw an insult, let alone a drink.

“Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.”

Stepping between Isabella and the source of her ire, Carla addressed her with lazy derision. "Jesus, chill the fuck out, Isabella. He didn't do anything."