Wxlksxflxfx​  /  Amelia Andrews * !!

                    beverly wasn’t exactly on the tour because she cared about history. more so ever since the discovery of missing a few key memories she wanted to know more about this place. if she couldn’t remember everything that was gone, she at least wanted to know WHY it happened. what was actually real && what was only in her head, at the very least. but as she assumed, it wasn’t as if the tour was going to give her all the answers. why would it ever be so easy ?? with a sigh, she wandered to the other, arms crossed as digits rubbed at elbows ; a nervous, deep in thought habit of hers. “the books you mentioned, do they go back even further than the years you talked about or —” words trailed off, brows furrowed as bev noticed the other’s pasted expression. she offered a small, kind grin in return. “— long day ??” bev knew all about those.

How quickly things could change. The mood in the town seemed to match Lucy’s now and she didn’t once think she should do something to cheer things up. She was tired of the lies. Lies that she wouldn’t have to return to this wretched world. Lies that her oldest brother and sister believed so thoroughly, it made her angry and she was more and more frequently wishing they would never be able to remember anything ever again. She wished she could forget everything. Lucy had stopped caring. She felt nothing. Not even hatred. To feel hatred would mean she still cared about something. She went to work on autopilot, not listening to a word anyone else was saying let alone her own words. She had the dialogue memorized by now. She didn’t need to pay attention. “And that concludes the tour for today. If you’d like to learn more about the town, make sure to check the gift shop for books on the history of Ivywood. There’s a sale on books to the end of the week.” The pasted on smile fell away as soon as she turned from the group.

{ wolfgang novogratz, cis man, he/him } have you heard that ( mike munroe ) from ( until dawn ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  he is ( twenty-two ) years old and is a ( law student ).  I’ve heard that he has a tendency to be ( driven & persuasive ) and ( vain & immature ), and they have ( none ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: michael munroe nicknames: mike, mikey age  / birthday: 22 /  may 25th astrological sign: gemini-taurus cusp hometown: alberta, canada ( though ivywood in his memory ) height: 6′3″ occupation: law student gender  /  pronouns: cis man  /  he/him orientation: heterosexual

THE PAST

depending on how the game is played, there’s different events ; there’s a lot to cover so alas here’s his wiki. but !! since it has been almost six years since this game came out ( & i’m still not over it bye ), here’s a smol rundown of this asshole <3. when/if he ever does get his memories back, he’ll remember himself as the SOLE SURVIVOR outcome just cause we love pain :) :) :).

( tw: bullying, death, cannibalism mention, creatures/wendigo )

a year before the incident, mike & his friends were staying at the washington’s vacation lodge — hannah was known for having a crush on mike, despite the fact that he was dating emily at the time. they prank hannah by having mike confess his attraction to her while the other friends hide & film it ( with the exception of josh, sam, & beth ). things get a little 👀 when the others reveal themselves, ofc embarrassing hannah. they pull the it’s just a prank speech, but hannah runs outside, soon followed by her twin beth — they disappeared & were never seen again ... in human form at least :)

a year later they all come back to the lodge for a reunion, only now mike is dating jessica, emily’s former best friend. shit gets real™, & eventually the group finds out that josh was pranking them all for killing hannah & beth ... but also because of the cursed land & of a mining accident that happened in 1952 ( one that required the miners to resort to cannibalism to live ), hannah turned into a wendigo in her efforts to survive and is attacking them ... bless.

they then can all live or die one way or another ( with the exception of josh, who turns into a wendigo himself rip ), they’ve been through a lot, bless ‘em. hopefully that made the tiniest bit of sense ?? <3. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

IVYWOOD

his personality is pretty much the same, with the exception of the lovely character development we get throughout the game, unfortunately. so long story short, mike is trash — but with a hidden heart of gold that can make him at the very least recyclable from time to time. he’s ambitious, persuasive ( * sometimes manipulative ), & is definitely a serial dater partly due to his fear of commitment. he fears isolation, yet pushes people away so you know ... make that make sense. in his fake memories, he’s lived here all his life & quite enjoys it since he’s conventionally popular.

smol headcanon: ( tw: injury, amputation ) in the game there’s a moment where curiosity can get the better of mike, causing his left pinky & ring finger to get caught in a bear trap, he can either then make several attempts to open the trap or amputate his fingers, my mike does the later. in his current memory he believes he severely injured them in a sporting accident, but alas <3.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a fake family !!, exes — more than likely on bad terms, current fling, fwb, brotp, ride or die, squad, someone he tutors, rivals, frenemies, etc <3.

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Bill wasn’t sure if he should still be looking for a way for them all to go home, but until he made a final decision, he was going to keep looking. Maybe he could at least find out why they are there, if nothing else. When Bev walked in, he gave her a small smile before answering her question. “I’ve been alright. Trying to figure out what might be going on around here, but I don’t think I’m really getting anywhere, which I guess is kind of understandable.” He commented with a shrug of his shoulders. “And I think this barrier isn’t going to come down at any point.” Bill continued. “How are you?” 

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                    the perhaps, overly-sweetened, coffee helped ease perpetuating thoughts as she took a few sips. all of what bill said was RELATABLE. despite seeking the answers, all of this was as much of a mystery as it was when beverly first got here, when she first even remembered some of what was  m i s s i n g  .  “i’m kinda starting to think whatever the reason behind all this is, that it doesn’t want us to know.” which only heightened CONCERNS of course. “i’m not sure it’s It though.” palms clammed up even at mentioning pennywise. “for even we were able to leave derry at any time.” small smile warmed features despite the topic at his question. “i’m doing okay. i think we’re all as good as we can be, right ??”

                    seeing everyone else joyous at such a celebration, finn felt like he should be as well. but he couldn’t. he was not long ago, when the resistance finally saw VICTORY, but it seemed that would be short-lived. perhaps he was foolish to think it would take time for palpatine, supporters, or even someone or something new to make such an impact. but whatever brought him here, it felt  d a r k  . even at the sight of a younger someone who represented light, HOPE  ; for it couldn’t be her. “general organa ??” the name slipped his tongue regardless, dark gaze immensely confused. @impcrishable​​  /  leia organa.

                    johanna had a few vices — caffeine happened to be one of them. the cafe was one of her frequent stops. whether it was to help cure an inevitable hangover or to simply get a bit of energy she was there. today though, it happened to be the former. an ever persistent headache that wouldn’t go away despite anything she did. stubborn, she knew it well. wrapping lithe digits around the cup, she warmed cold hands as she sipped at her black coffee. eyes scanned her phone as she attempted to plan the rest of her day, seeing what classes she was to teach at the gym, her booked appointments. overhearing the other’s words she couldn’t help but snicker, agreeing immensely. “i wouldn’t blame you if you did. they tend to be rather awful.” johanna drawled, brow raised. “then again, maybe that’s just cause they’ve never liked me. but it goes both ways.” a shrug, she peered up at the other. “long day ??”

rachel was always quick to do anything. she created her entire life to curate her being a star. there was nothing that she couldn’t do when she put her mind to it. so, showing up in ivywood not remembering everything that happened to her in lima threw her off her game for a hot second, but she was quick to jump back into action. she found a job at the local school as a music teacher and even started her own glee club. it wasn’t new directions, but it would do. rachel frequented the cafe after school a lot, trying to blow of steam from a long day of working. after grabbing her coffee, rachel sat down and let out a sigh. “if i have to hear one more high pitched squeak of a voice come out of one more kid, i might actually have to scream,” rachel huffed to whoever could be listening. soon, she closed her eyes and let out another sigh. if rachel was anything, she was dramatic. sure, she loved teaching and still being a part of a glee club, despite it not being the new directions.

                    seeing familiar faces around ivywood was becoming a more common occurrence. it was always a bit of relief, regardless of the individual. regardless also, if what they remembered && what luna did some of the time differed. despite how troubling the times were, luna did miss home, especially their dad. so if he couldn’t be here, it was nice to at least have a few people from back home. “hermione !!” smile genuine, warm. “it’s so nice to see you too. what a surprise, though a very good one indeed !!” they chimed, gaze moving between her && the ballroom. “i love your dress. seeing you && being in this place, reminds me of home in a way, you know ??”

Other than a few of the adults and Ginny and her kids, and Draco of course, Hermione really hadn’t seen anyone from her hometown here. The adults were all off doing their own things and Hermione was still trying to remember exactly what had happened over the past years of her life. So to see Luna there at the ball made things feel calm, for the first time in awhile. Even if Hermione found the girl a bit odd, she was a welcoming presence. “Luna! Look at you! You look wonderful tonight.” Hermione said walking up to her. “It’s so good to see you, you wouldn’t believe how much of a sight for sore eyes you are.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

Jo honestly wasn’t much into furniture shopping, but she wanted to redo her writing room in her new apartment. Moving from her parents home wasn’t an easy choice, but she was ready for some freedom. Ready to get out and be on her own. Plus, she had been getting the strangest flashes of what felt like memories and she didn’t know what to think of them. She felt like maybe it was something in her brain telling her to get out and do something. Hearing someone speak to her, Jo turned and listened to her, an entertained grin sitting on her lips. “I think it just depends on what you’re planning to do with it. I’m having the hardest time trying to find the right desk to pick out. Granted though, I’m probably just too picky, but you have to have just the right kind of desk if you’re going to be spending a lot of time at it.” She commented. “What are you buying the furniture for? If you don’t mind me asking.”

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                    already beverly felt relieved at asking the other’s opinion. “honestly, good question. i kinda feel like my living room just needs a coffee table to pull it all together. but now that you mention it, i have a collection of old records && magazines. might be nice to display some of them a bit more, have them at an easy reach.” while all the more indecisive now, bev perked up as the other mentioned looking for a desk ; beverly always one to help, or at least attempt to. “nothing wrong with being picky, a desk is super important ; has to be the right height && everything. do you have a color scheme in mind ?? might be a helpful place to start, then all your furniture can match or at least not clash.” perhaps not the greatest planner, this did help her when buying her other pieces. “if you want, we could try to help each other out ?? what’s that saying — two minds are better than one ?? it’s corny, but it’s true.”

                    mike took a moment away from the ball’s festivities, enjoying another glass of whatever beer was on tap. after practically living at frat parties he learned not to be too picky, even despite usual high standards. raven brow arched at the others words before they wrinkled in confusion. “sorry dude, am i supposed to know who that is ??” mike was a hot 100 billboard kind of guy. “what’s the genre ??”

𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞, 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗫𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗙𝗙, 𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗥𝗢𝗘

swirling the champagne in his glass, steve rogers stood against the wall, the corners of his mouth upturned as he watched everyone dance. he’d always been fond of dancing, but at the moment, he had decided to simply observe. and anyways, the music wasn’t exactly what he was used to. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to dance to it.  “ you think if i requested some ella fitzgerald, it would cause an uproar? ” 

“ It was Beverly Marsh, her auburn hair a dazzling cloud around her head && upon her shoulders, her eyes a lovely gray-green. ”        ~  IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  B.M.

                    there wasn’t much that could NUMB the memories of the past, especially here. no morphling to be found ( then again, perhaps it was a strange, painful blessing — she’d seen what morphlings became ). && while liquor was hardly the same, it would do. hand raked through hair that johanna once questioned would ever grow back as she made herself comfortable, brow arched at her words as unamused gaze turned towards the other. “well —” a pause, her sights now moving around the ever crowding bar. “guess you better save that one.” johanna mused, pointedly looking at the chair opposite of Katarina. “first come, first serve,” she chimed with feigned warmth, slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

—- “Are you god damn kidding me?” Katarina exhales as her eyes fix upon the bartender. He had a very specific task. And that task was? To fill a wine glass with human blood. However, This human was a complete useless individual. She clears her expression and it switches to a sincere one – a grin upon her face & her body leaning in towards him. “If immortality is what you want, I will gladly give it to you. But, you need to follow directions exactly as I say.” Katarina speaks softly before locking eyes with him and compelling him. “Re-fill this cup. to the rim.” And with that, the man goes to the back. A devilish smile upon her and within a second, it fades to hear someone sat by her. But, the smile returns as she looks at the person before her. “I believe this seat is taken.”