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In the heart of Sydney's bustling café culture, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the city's lively chatter, Harlow found herself seeking a moment of respite from her magical pursuits. The quaint coffee shop, with its rustic charm and the soft hum of espresso machines, served as an unexpected sanctuary for the enchanting witch.

Seated by the window, her cup of herbal tea steaming gently, Harlow observed the ebb and flow of urban life outside. The rhythmic clatter of cups and saucers provided a comforting backdrop, a contrast to the mystical ambiance of her usual abode. Her attire, a blend of mystical elegance and casual comfort, seamlessly fit into the eclectic atmosphere of the coffee shop.

As she sipped her tea, Harlow's eyes wandered across the room, occasionally meeting the curious glances of fellow patrons who sensed an air of enchantment about her. Unbeknownst to them, her presence carried a subtle magic that resonated with the aromatic swirls rising from her teacup.

The barista, recognizing Harlow as a familiar face, greeted her with a warm smile, unknowingly drawing on the invisible threads of magic that intertwined with the ordinary fabric of the coffee shop. The menu, filled with exotic blends and aromatic delights, offered a delightful diversion from her usual potions and spells.

Harlow, a witch who found solace in the art of pottery, allowed herself this quiet moment of normalcy amidst the lively cadence of the coffee shop. It was a pause, a breath, in the midst of Sydney's vibrant energy – a chance for her to blend into the tapestry of everyday life, if only for a little while. As she sat, lost in the comforting ambiance, Harlow contemplated the peculiar beauty of finding magic in the simple act of sipping tea in a bustling coffee shop, surrounded by the enchanting symphony of urban existence.

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#conversations | harlow creevy

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In the heart of Sydney's lively neighborhoods, where the city's vibrant pulse meets the soothing whispers of the ocean, there resided a witch named Harlow. Embracing both the enchantment of her magical heritage and the contemporary allure of Australia's largest city, Harlow lived a life that seamlessly blended the mystical and the modern.

Amidst the skyscrapers and the harbor's gleaming waters, Harlow's apartment served as a haven of magical tranquility. Her living space, adorned with crystals and flickering candles, hinted at a world beyond the ordinary. Yet, at the center of it all, nestled by a wide window overlooking the city skyline, stood her cherished potter's wheel.

Harlow's magical prowess extended beyond spells and potions; it flowed into the clay beneath her skilled fingertips. In the midst of Sydney's urban hustle, she found serenity in the art of pottery. As the city buzzed with activity, Harlow would retreat to her own magical realm, where the alchemy of shaping clay became a dance of both creativity and enchantment.

Her pottery bore witness to the unique fusion of worlds, each piece telling a tale of the urban enchantress who, amidst the city's eclectic energy, crafted vessels infused with a touch of magic. Plates adorned with mystical motifs, cups that seemed to enhance the very essence of a beverage, and vases that held the spirit of Sydney's coastal winds – all born from the hands of a witch who found solace and joy in the timeless art of pottery.

Sydney, with its vibrant culture and diverse energy, provided the perfect backdrop for Harlow's mystical endeavors. As the city lights shimmered in the night, her fingers molded clay into vessels that not only held physical form but also captured the intangible magic of her unique existence. In the bustling heart of Sydney, Harlow, the witch who loved pottery, created art that spoke of both the enchantment of the arcane and the beauty found in the everyday.

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#conversations | harlow creevy

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Sophie Hatter, her attention momentarily diverted from the pigs, looked up to find a fellow human on the path. Intrigued by the question, she responded with a polite smile, "Oh, a pig, you say? I haven't seen any, but I'll certainly keep an eye out for your little escape artist. Pigs can be quite clever, can't they?" Sophie, ever observant herself, couldn't help but appreciate the woman's refined British accent. "Do you need any help searching for him? Two pairs of eyes might make the task easier."3

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Pigs were really much better than humans. Easier, more malleable, far less demanding. Melina would rather spend time with her pigs than anyone else, except today one of the newer pigs had escaped his pen.

Well, nothing was perfect.

Out looking for it, Melina's observant eyes roamed straight past the other human on the path, not interested in them at all. Except for what they might have seen. "Was a pig up that way?" She smoothly sounded British, not a single trace of her Russian accent in her voice. It tended to put people at ease, and Melina did not enjoy attention. "He's just a small pig really, easy to miss."

#conversations | sophie hatter #featuring | melina vostokoff

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Gender/Pronouns : female | she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : Jane has lived in Sydney for 8 months

Which suburb do they live in? Liverpool

Personality description (in your own words) : Jane is super friendly and caring, she loves taking care of others especially those who can't take care of themselves. She has rescue animals which is why she lives in Liverpool so that all of her rescue animals have a place

Memories of their real life : she remembers everything

What was their fake life like : She grew up with her dad. Her mother passed away when she was a baby. She went on a lot of adventures with her dad. Her dad was her best friend. They moved to Sydney so that he could have better access to doctors.

Wanted Connections

romantic partner

work colleagues

friendship 

hobbies/likes

animals, farms, gardening.

#introduction | jane #thebridge: intro

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#musings | allison watts

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Gender/Pronouns : female | she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : Livia has been in Sydney for 3 years

Which suburb do they live in? Kings Cross

Personality description (in your own words) : Livia is a very abrupt and angry person, she is judgemental and likes to make others feel bad about themselves. She has a small group of friends.

Memories of their real life : she remembers everything up until the end of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

What was their fake life like : She grew up in a one parent household. Her father left her mother when she was a toddler. This made her crave attention from anyone. Her mother was a judgemental person and Livia learnt to be cruel from her.

Wanted Connections

romantic partner

work colleagues

friendship 

hobbies/likes

drinking, dancing, designing clothes, studying.

#thebridge: intro #introduction | livia cardew

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Come with me now to see my world TARZAN (1999) dir. Kevin Lima & Chris Buck

#musings | jane

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Gender/Pronouns : female | she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : Maude Ivory has been in Sydney for 18 months

Which suburb do they live in? Parramatta

Personality description (in your own words) : Maude Ivory is as sweet as sugar, she's kind and loves helping others. She only eats things she has grown and harvested herself. She makes all of her own clothes.

Memories of their real life : she remembers everything up until Lucy Gray disappears

What was their fake life like : She grew up in a well loved home, she was constantly surrounded by family and friends. Her parents loved living off of the land and would always give back to their community when they could.

Wanted Connections

romantic partner

work colleagues

friendship 

hobbies/likes

singing, dancing, swimming, farming.

#introduction | maude ivory baird #thebridge: intro

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maude ivory baird & draculara || @roarunderpxpercuts

In the heart of Sydney, where the city's pulse harmonized with the nostalgic scent of books, Maude Ivory Baird found herself amidst the well-worn shelves of "The Covey," a haven for bibliophiles seeking refuge from the bustling world outside.

With a knowledgeable grace, she arranged the latest arrivals, each book a portal to new adventures or a comforting refuge for those seeking solace in familiar tales. The rhythmic creak of the floorboards underfoot and the muted rustle of pages being turned created a symphony that was, to Maude Ivory, the sweetest melody.

A soft chime announced the arrival of a new visitor, and Maude Ivory looked up from her task to see a familiar face or perhaps a stranger about to embark on a literary journey. With a warm smile and a keen glint in her eyes, she approached the entrance, ready to guide them through the tapestry of stories that adorned the shelves of The Covey.

"Welcome," she greeted with genuine warmth. "Is there a particular world you're looking to explore today, or shall we let the books themselves guide you?" The Covey, with its shelves of infinite possibilities, awaited another chapter in the stories it shared with the avid readers of Sydney.

#conversations | maude ivory baird #featuring | draculara

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Gender/Pronouns : female | she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : Clemensia has been in Sydney for 12 months.

Which suburb do they live in? Bondi

Personality description (in your own words) : Clemensia is nasty, she takes credit for other peoples work and if she sees and opportunity you best believe she will take it no matter who it hurts.

Memories of their real life : she remembers everything

What was their fake life like : She grew up in a well loved home, she was an only child and as such is very selfish and self absorbed. She went to private boarding schools and always had access to things she wanted but not necessarily needed.

Wanted Connections

romantic partner

work colleagues

friendship 

hobbies/likes

school, studying, music, dancing, drinking

#thebridge: intro #introduction | clemensia dovecote

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#mirror | livia cardew

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maude ivory baird & lucy gray baird || @featherskies

In a hidden jazz club tucked away in the heart of 1920s Sydney, Maude Ivory Baird found herself captivated by the soulful melodies that wafted through the dimly lit room. The ambiance was charged with the spirit of the era, a rhythm that resonated with the untold stories of the city's diverse inhabitants.

As she sipped on her cocktail, Maude Ivory noticed Lucy Gray, her cousin and closest confidante, a captivating figure whose presence seemed to weave seamlessly into the tapestry of the jazz-filled night. Lucy Gray's gaze held a depth that hinted at a multitude of experiences, and Maude felt an unspoken connection pulling her toward the singer.

With a warm smile and a knowing look, Maude Ivory approached Lucy Gray. "Lucy Gray!," she greeted with genuine affection, the soft cadence of the jazz providing a backdrop to their conversation. "Your voice has added a layer of enchantment to this evening. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories that echo in the notes of your songs. Care to share a tale or two over a dance or another cocktail?" The jazz club seemed to embrace the familiarity of their shared narratives, inviting them to celebrate their closeness in the vibrant heart of 1920s Sydney.

#conversations | maude ivory baird #featuring | lucy gray baird

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maude ivory baird & coryo snow || @virtuousouls

In the heart of Sydney, where the laughter of family echoed through the air, Maude Ivory found herself engrossed in a well-worn novel in the corner of the local bookstore. The cozy scent of old books enveloped her, and the soft chime of the entrance bell signaled the arrival of another visitor. Glancing up, she spotted Coryo Snow, a familiar face from the close-knit community.

With a friendly smile, Maude Ivory closed her book and rose from her seat. "Coryo, what a delightful surprise. I've been lost in this world of words, but your arrival promises a more engaging story," she said, her voice carrying the gentle cadence of the Covey.

She motioned to the empty seat across from her. "Care to join me for a moment of literary escapade? Or perhaps there's a story from your day that's eager to be shared. After all, tales are meant to be woven, and what better place to do so than in our quaint corner of Sydney?" The bookstore seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the exchange of stories that resonated with the familiar warmth of their close community.

#conversations | maude ivory baird #featuring | coriolanus snow

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maude ivory baird & elias sage baird || @fidclium

In the cozy living room of the Covey household, a space filled with the warmth of family and the comforting scent of home-cooked meals, Maude Ivory Baird prepared to welcome her cousin Elias Sage. The room, adorned with familiar family photographs and worn-in armchairs, exuded an atmosphere of casual intimacy.

As Elias Sage entered, Maude Ivory approached with an inviting smile, a mug of steaming tea in hand. "Elias Sage," she greeted warmly, "it's been too long. I hope life has treated you kindly."

She handed him the mug, the aroma of chamomile and honey filling the air. "To family and the stories that thread through our shared moments," Maude Ivory proposed, a sentiment that resonated with the simplicity and depth of their Covey roots. "Tell me, cousin, what tales have become woven into the fabric of your life since we last sat beneath the old oak tree?" The living room seemed to hold a quiet anticipation, eager to embrace the narratives that lingered between them like the echoes of cherished memories.

#conversations | maude ivory baird #featuring | elias sage baird

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maude ivory baird & jessie cook || @totouchthcstars

In a dimly lit jazz club nestled within the lively streets of 1920s Sydney, Maude Ivory Baird sat alone at a corner table, her eyes tracing the dance of shadows cast by the flickering candlelight. The air was thick with the sultry notes of jazz, creating an atmosphere that resonated with both nostalgia and possibility.

As she observed the eclectic crowd, her gaze was drawn to a vivacious figure named Jessie Cook, who effortlessly commanded attention with every step. Jessie's infectious energy seemed to light up the room, and Maude Ivory couldn't help but be intrigued by the magnetism that surrounded her.

With a graceful tilt of her head, Maude Ivory beckoned Jessie over, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Jessie, isn't it?" she greeted, her voice carrying a sophisticated lilt that matched the era. "I've seen you weave your magic on the dance floor, and I must say, it's quite captivating. Mind if I share this corner with you? Perhaps there's room for one more in this dance between shadows and melodies." The jazz continued to weave its enchantment, and Maude Ivory's invitation held the promise of a shared moment in the tapestry of Sydney's nightlife.

#conversations | maude ivory baird #featuring | jessie cook

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jane & quasimodo || @hxlcycnx

In the heart of 1920s Sydney, where the cityscape met the echoes of its own history, Jane found herself drawn to an old cathedral that stood as a testament to time. Its intricate architecture told tales of a bygone era, and Jane, ever curious, couldn't resist exploring the secrets woven into the stone walls.

As she wandered through the quiet corridors, her footsteps echoing in the cavernous space, she stumbled upon a hidden chamber. There, amidst the shadows and ancient relics, she found Quasimodo, a figure with a face marked by the passage of time and a gaze that held both resilience and solitude.

"Hello," Jane greeted with a soft smile, recognizing the weight of history etched into his features. "I couldn't help but be drawn to this magnificent cathedral. It's like stepping into the past. My name is Jane, and I'm fascinated by the stories that these old stones have to tell. What brings you to this hidden sanctuary?" The air seemed to hold a quiet resonance, as if the cathedral itself awaited the exchange of stories that spanned across time.

#conversations | jane #featuring | quasimodo

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jane & tarzan || @totouchthcstars

Amidst the lively rhythm of Sydney in the 1920s, Jane strolled through the familiar streets that held echoes of her childhood. The city had been her playground, skyscrapers replacing the towering trees, and the urban sounds replacing the calls of exotic birds. Yet, every corner seemed to whisper shared memories of a time when the wildness of their hearts echoed through the urban jungle.

One day, as Jane was weaving her way through the crowded market, she caught a glimpse of someone who seemed out of place yet strangely familiar. A figure agilely navigating the surroundings, moving with a grace reminiscent of the untamed wilderness. Her eyes widened in recognition – it was Tarzan, the boy she once knew amidst the city's chaos.

"Tarzan?" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and joy. "Is that really you? It's Jane, from the streets of Sydney. How did you end up here? It feels like a lifetime since we roamed these familiar streets together." The city had changed, and so had they, but the connection between them seemed to bridge the gap between the urban and the wild, binding their shared past.

#conversations | jane #featuring | tarzan