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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.

The bus is an old, weathered piece of shit, one that really shouldn't be functioning still. Moira winces at the creaking noise every sharp corner pulls from the vehicle and the way the driver barely seems able to stay on the road. She keeps fidgeting in her seat and playing with her newly darkened hair, fingers curling around the piece of paper she clutches close to her chest. The island did her good in many ways: it healed the shock of the cruise, helped ease the burden of all the stress in her life, and helped her come to terms with being pregnant, with the exception of the morning sickness that still rules over Moira.

Yet, just two mornings ago, a woman named Blair, one of the elders of the island, brought her to one of the hidden springs, deep in the heart of the island. They'd done their breathing exercises and a couple of renewal spells, as had become their normal routine during Moira's time on the island. But then Blair had offered to scry with her, just a brief glimpse to check in on Siren Cove. Moira hadn't realized how much she'd missed home until then; fueled by a desire to see James, her sisters, and her cousins, she'd readily agreed.

Scrying with water had always been a bitch.

She never thought she'd catch a glimpse of her ancestor, one Viviana Coombs; but catch a glimpse of her, she did, and now, she's on a bus home, clutching the sketch Blair drew for her in her hands and trying to remember the breathing exercises from the island. But she can't stop thinking about it. Viviana Coombs could be her twin. Viviana Coombs, the one rumored to have started the curse in the first place. Moira can't tell if the nausea she feels is from the morning sickness or the shock running through her veins. And she has to keep it under control, for the baby's sake. The baby who, as the witches on the island had confirmed, would inherit some of the Coombs' powers as half a witch.

The bus finally screeches to a stop at the bus station in the center of town. Moira has to keep from leaping over the heads of everyone to get out. She misses her loved ones dearly, indeed, she realizes she owes them all an explanation, at the very least, but she needs to get to the library. Even as she can hear Blair telling her that the vision they'd seen was very much real, Moira wants to find evidence to the contrary, that she does not resemble her ancestor who might have caused the curse.

She keeps fidgeting as she makes her way through the line, her hands smoothing down the front of her loose blouse, disguising the small yet distinguishable bump of her stomach. She hopes no one with a discerning eye catches sight of her today.

She pulls her hood up over her head before exiting the bus, determined to avoid the inevitable mess of press that might await her. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Moira sets off at a sprint, maneuvering between people as she tries not to shove them out of the way. She needs to get to the library, needs to find evidence to reassure herself that she isn't the living image of a woman who once cursed an entire town.

OOC: Moira's back! Find her anywhere in town as she tries to make her way to the library. She'll be in a hurry, but obviously will stop for anyone who calls out to her. She's freaked out, but not nearly as badly as on the island. She's trying to cope with the fact that she looks so much like Viviana Coombs, so any friends will be greatly appreciated! Oh, and those with a discerning eye will recognize the slight bump on her now.

Okay, so, I was thinking on Moira's character and I have decided that, religiously, she is Catholic. She was raised in the religion, and while she once struggled with it in her youth, she currently is a believer, so to speak. She doesn't always attend church, but she likes to, because it provides her with a calm space to collect her thoughts and she really likes hymns. No, she's not turning into a nun, but characters will notice that she does go to church, prays, and occasionally volunteers for church functions. I just wanted to further flesh out her character and thought it'd be interesting to play a bisexual, Catholic witch. If you have any plots/ideas regarding Moira's religious beliefs, please let me know! :)

Totally stole this from Riley's journal because I love stuff like this! :3

General Information:
1. What is your name? Nickname? Moira Evelyn Coombs
2. Why were you named that? My mother always told me, as a Coombs, I was "destined for great things" and thus, my name, which apparently originates with the Greek Fates. Funny, I always felt more inclined towards the Harpies, myself.
3. What is your gender? I identify as female.
4. What are you? A witch.
5. How old are you? What year were you born? 27, born on April 8, 1987
6. Do you wish you were older or younger? Sometimes I feel like I'm still 18; others, I feel as old as my mother.
7. What is your IQ? I'm quite intelligent, thank you very much.

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Name: Moira Evelyn Coombs

Age: 27

Creature: Witch

Favorite color: Lavender

Theme Song: Ready to Question by Gabrielle Aplin

About: Moira, at 27, is the oldest Coombs daughter, with twin sisters and a younger brother beneath her. Currently estranged from most of her family, Moira fell out with her mother over family pride and their involvement in the rivalry. Her father Anthony’s death served as the catalyst for this separation when Moira was 18. She loved her father dearly, who seemed to Moira to be a good man, and even nearly ten years later, she still misses him.

She believes in doing what is right above all else, and her morals ultimately clash with those held by her mother, Violet, who revels in her family’s history, wielding her fame like a weapon whenever she so chooses. Violet’s cold reaction to her own husband’s death opens Moira’s eyes as to the true nature of her own mother, a truth that deeply frightens Moira. Moira fears succumbing to the pride that helped cause the rivalry to begin with. That said, she still loves and cares deeply for her siblings, and will do anything to protect them as much as she can.

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