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Moira Coombs ([personal profile] chasingtwisters) wrote2014-08-28 11:29 am

Been tearing my seams. {Open}

In the wake of the Crabs attacking the beach (and Moira still can't believe that's not a euphemism), especially during the End of Summer Bash, has left the place a complete wreck and covered in trash. And considering how just about everyone in her life is, rightfully, admittedly, pissed off at her, Moira is out in the sun, doing her part to help clean up the debris. She's both utilizing actual trash bags and using magic to get the job done, making sure to leave everything thoroughly looked over and tended to. It hurts, to see the beach in such a shape. But not as much as her own life hurts currently.

She figures, if no one wants to talk to her except to yell at her, the best thing she can do is to be of use, if not to her family, than at least to the town. She's been up since dawn, throwing up violently, even with the new tinctures and potions she's been trying; she'd made her way to the beach then, throwing herself into helping with the volunteer efforts. She's going to find a way to make things right, she tells herself. She has to. And so far, she's been keeping at her work, undisturbed by anyone.

She'd stupidly forgotten to cast a glamour on herself, to avoid the obnoxious press.

She regrets it the moment the woman steps forward and shoves the microphone in her face.

"Moira Coombs! What do you have to say for the fact that you look like the spitting image of your ancestor? Planning on cursing any other towns soon? Is it true you disappeared in conjunction with your mother to help her leave the country?" The reporter's voice rings out like nails on a chalkboard.

Moira pales, wondering how her unfortunate discovery about Viviana could be found out so soon; she internally curses when she realizes how foolish she'd been to come out without a disguise.

She wishes she could say something in reply; she wishes she could tell the buzzard to go fuck right off into the ocean.

But all she can do is wince, before turning and running in shame.

OOC: If your character hasn't gotten a chance to tell Moira how much of an idiot she's been, here's your chance! But she can also really use a friend right now. And, of course, people she doesn't know are always welcome too. Catch her running from the paparazzi who's just discovered that Moira is the spitting image of Viviana Coombs.
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-29 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shitting paparazzi."

Luke doesn't has to put two (paparazzi) and two (familiar Coombs gene) together to recognize who barely walked into him. And here he was, trying to be helpful with the automatized grapplers he's been working on through the morning. No bending necessary, just let the thing recognize the trash and keep a bag nearby.

"Careful before you break something. They'll circle you before you know it."
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-29 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you had a valid excuse." He offers her the grappler. "Less bending over means less back pain. And I have nine others in my bag."

Luke looks back to check if his back is still there. "And my bag is still nearby, so I think I can say goodbye to this one."
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-30 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do. Or did. On a paid vacation right now, and I'm not sure if I'm going back. Tinkering with real things is much more fun than it is with the virtual. Although I'm not knocking the money maker, of course."

He smiled, glad he could distract her a little. "It's really laziness I turn into convenience though. Not different from a collecting spell or something."
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-30 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a gift", he smiles. "And the stem of a collecting spell, combined with a radar for lifeless subjects and a scanner for how trashy it is to make sure I don't lift anyone's beach bag. It was a quick fix, I'm sure it could be better."
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-31 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Luke. Nice to meet you, Moira. Let's ignore the circumstances in which we meet to not soil the memory."

He should have made a bigger robot. "That's a nice thought." And the grabbing hooks were a bit sad as well.
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[personal profile] techwitch 2014-08-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"One of the things I'm glad to be back, the weather has been amazing."

He looks at her. "Good of you to not just hide away, if I may say so."
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[personal profile] starsfallen 2014-08-29 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Corry's had enough of paparazzi eating her alive for a lifetime. As a matter of fact, the Coombs incident is the first thing that's gotten them off her back since the kidnapping. And nothing incenses her more than seeing them prey upon a vulnerable victim.

She's gathering up some of the waste on the beach, particularly that nearby her property, when she sees the vile reporter swarm Moira as Moira flees. She dives in between without hesitation.

"Leave her alone, you vulture! God, have you no scruples?!" Of course, Corry knows they don't. They turned her personal trauma into a circus ring. Turned her to the bottle as much as the blood red carpet itself. They are a necessary evil she's come to accept, but Moira never asked for this. "Here, take a break from her. Focus on something else!" She angrily runs her fingers through her hair. "Look, you can get first scoop on Corrine Flynn's drastic makeover. Is that worth anything to you?"

The pap obviously had enough on Moira, because she grabs her camera and immediately starts shooting Corry, still red faced with anger and what will clearly be demonized on the front pages next week. She'll survive.
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[personal profile] starsfallen 2014-08-30 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)

"It's no problem." Corry glares down the pap as she scurries away, then smoothly brushes her hair back into position. "I'm still a celebrity, right? Any press is good press." And she knows the latter isn't true, but to be off the pages would be an end of her existence too, as a celebrity. So it is a necessary sacrafice. At least she had some say in it this time.

"Bitchy vultures though, trying to pick you clean. Screw them all." She takes a long look at Moira, then pats her softly on the cheek. They don't know eachother well by any means, but there's a bond there, nonetheless, surviving tragedy and the ravenous press. "How are you holding up honey?" Corry takes a step back and smiles. "And feel free to not answer that if you don't want to."