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cb-conceptlibrary · 3 years

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TW: Murder, Author lifestyle, Mystery themes, Widowed life, Incompetent police/law enforcement, Meddling

Welcome to the Librarian’s Suggestions!

Today’s Theme: Murder, She Wrote (TV Show)

Plot: After losing her husband many years ago, a high school literature teacher writes a mystery novel on a whim. She tucks it away, with no intention of publishing it, only for her nephew to send it to a publisher secretly. The book becomes a smash hit and the small town literature teacher becomes the hottest mystery novelist on the scene. Often while traveling for inspiration or juggling teaching stints for university, she finds herself in the middle of real life murder mysteries and is compelled to solve them.

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Jessica Fletcher: A retired high school English literature teacher, turned mystery novelist. After losing her husband years before the start of the series, she teaches English in her small coastal town and pens a mystery novel under the pen name J.B. Fletcher. Her nephew Grady secretly sends the manuscript off to a publisher and the public loves it. This spawns a new career as a mystery novelist and times where she is pulled into a surprise mystery and must play amateur sleuth to solve the case.

Sheriff Metzger: The new sheriff in town with an NYPD background. He left New York City for a quieter life with his wife. He is passionate about his job, but has his moments where he jumps to conclusions, resulting in Jessica stepping in to set the record straight. For the most part he is fair, but often gets hung up on the evidence.

Dr. Hazlitt: The local doctor in town and a long time friend of Jessica’s. He often does the coroner work on the victims for the local cases. A foodie who enjoys a good homecooked meal.

Grady Fletcher: The nephew of Jessica Fletcher. She raised him since he was a child and he shares a close bond with his Aunt Jess. He has questionable luck and often is taken advantage of.

Michael Hagarty: A secretive MI5 agent who crosses paths with Jessica occasionally. He tends to drag Jessica into some of his cases with little background, often leaving her to figure out what is really going on with some mishaps. He harbors a small crush on her.

Harry McGraw: A rough-around-the-edges private investigator who had a misunderstanding with Jessica initially, but is now an ally of hers. Due to his unusual methods of handling cases, the police often despise him.

Possible Plots

Your muse becomes an overnight sensation after someone close to them publishes their secret mystery novel they swore to never show to anyone else. Their quiet life changes dramatically as they become a best-selling author, traveling for book tours and seminars, often attracting mysteries along the way.

Your muse is related to a overnight sensation author and both of you are thrust into a case where your innocence is questioned.

Your muse works in an unconventional manner that the police would balk at. While trying to solve a police case on your own, you cross paths with an amateur sleuth who wants to clear the name of the accused.

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Great option for strong female muses who love travel and mystery.

Great way to combine detective or inspector or spy plots.

A fun, thrilling theme for a muse whose life turns upside down after going from nobody to the talk of the town for their book.

Muse does not have to be retired or older; this can be someone who writes for fun and a friend or family member sees their potential, secretly getting their work published.

Good for those who want to do a different twist on amateur sleuth plots.

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#chatbot themes #chatbot resource #chatbot library #Murder She Wrote #[tw: murder]#[tw: incompetent law enforcement]#[tw: widowed life]#[tw: mystery themes]#[tw: author lifestyle]#[tw: meddling]

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sweetwateriver · 5 years

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tagged by sarah @bethecowgirl :P

1. Are you named after anyone? my middle name allyson is named after my aunt

2. When was the last time you cried? according 2 my mood diary my last proper cry was 3 weeks ago lel

3. Do you have kids? no i’m 19!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? ya im bastard

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? hair color hbdsofjhbj thats literally still how i tell ppl apart

6. What’s your eye color? hazel

7. Scary movie or happy ending? scary movies are 2 scary and illegal!!! happy endings!!

8. Any special talents? no hvctghvkjvk i crochet and draw from time 2 time but im not good at either of them

9. Where were you born? sydney australia babey!

10. What are your hobbies? sarah i’m so boring too i literally just read and watch tv and occasionally crochet & cook & other grandmotherly pursuits

11. Do you have any pets? i have a tiny little puppy named batman and the family dog is a weimeraner named phantom and theyre both good boys!!!!

12. What sports do you play/have you played? omg i think i played basketball in like 6th grade 🤣🤣

13. How tall are you? five nothing 😔😔

14. Favorite subject in school? the part when u get 2 go home!

15. Dream job? also being able 2 go home. i think being a librarian or a book editor would be cool but 2 be a librarian u need a MASTERS which is way 2 much school for me! and 2 be an editor u need an english degree which like would 100% be the bad place 4 me

sarah already tagged tess so ill tag the only other 2 ppl i know 🤣 @andthenlikelions @lemontoaknifefight @daredyke @shaunmurphy @vaumpire

#personal

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totouchthcstars · 2 years

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.｡.:*☆ Look who just woke up- is that KI HONG LE? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s EZEKIEL JONES from THE LIBRARIANS. I heard she is 23 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a BEING A CRIMINAL BECAUSE IT IS FUN; OUTRUNNING TROUBLE INSTEAD OF FACING IT; SECRETLY HELPING PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLE TO SUPPORT THEMSELVES impression. They’re known to be quite CLEVER, but have a tendency to be EGOISTIC on their bad days.

GENDER/PRONOUNS

he/him

HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN SYDNEY?

memories: 2 years (reality: 1 year)

JOB

student, part-time thief

WHICH SUBURB DO THEY LIVE IN?

City CBD

MEMORIES OF THEIR REAL LIFE :

Ezekiel actually remembers most of his old life.

WHAT WAS THEIR FAKE LIFE LIKE?

Ezekiel is no dumb young man. He is only sometimes playing dumb, mostly to try to get out of trouble this way. Because, he is usually better with running instead of facing it.

While Ezekiel is currently a student, he also can not stop being a thief. Because it is fun, but also because he is skilled. He liikes the challenge, and is only stealing from those who have enough. Or museums. Or libraries. It had started with a bet with some of his highschool buddies, and sort of escalated quickly since then.

Studying does often bore Ezekiel. Even more since he did start remember his real life.

#【☆】About Ezekiel ★ HEADCANON #thebridge: intro #muse intro

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juliakristevapowersofhorror145 · 4 years

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smartgirlsaremean · 7 years

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The Wedding Planner - Chapter 3

Fandom: OUAT

Pairing: Rumbelle, side of Swanfire

Rating: G for now

Summary: Wedding planner Alan Gold doesn't have much faith in romance, and little to none in marriage. A chance encounter with sweet librarian Belle French has him almost reconsidering his beliefs until he receives a nasty shock: she's the bride in the most important wedding of his career.

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Chapter 3 - Gold has a pretty good time at the movies, and discovers there's a little more to the cheerful librarian than he'd expected.

“The Singleton marriage lasted one year and three months. You won the pool again.” Jefferson shook his finger under Gold’s nose. “You had inside information, didn’t you?”

“The bride had to take a Xanax before she walked down the aisle and the groom kept glancing at the caterer all night. To top it all off, their wedding song was ‘Unchained Melody,’ which put them squarely in the fourteen- to eighteen-month category.”

“I love that song.”

“Everyone does. That’s my point.” Gold looked nervously around them. If he had to listen to one more chorus of the Beer Barrel Polka he was going to take his cane to the carousel’s controls. It was ten minutes til eight and he could feel his nerves prickling under his skin. He’d already had a rather desperate conversation with Neal, practically begging him to come tonight and bring Emma and Henry, but Neal had cheerfully refused to rescue him.

“It’s not even a real date, Papa,” Neal had said. “Just don’t be a jerk.”

Well, that was easy for his handsome, charming son to say, but Gold hadn’t been one-on-one with a woman outside of bridal consulting in nearly twenty years. Even when he’d been young and relatively good-looking, he hadn’t exactly been Casanova.

“Any sign of your beautiful bookworm?” Jefferson asked, popping a french fry into his mouth.

“No. Perhaps she won’t come.” Gold heard the hope in his voice and cursed himself for a coward.

“Nonsense. My instincts are unerring. She definitely wanted - there she is!”

It was probably a good thing that Gold would never discover what Jefferson thought Belle wanted. He looked around; a sudden gap in the crowd revealed a familiar tumble of auburn curls. Jefferson waved an arm to get her attention, and Gold gripped his other arm. “Do not leave me here,” he hissed.

Jefferson shook him off easily. “This is for your own good, Rumple.”

“Hey!” Belle bounced up to them, holding a large paper bag of popcorn, and Gold gave her a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Fiddlesticks!” Jefferson said loudly, causing them both to jump and look at him. “I’ve just remembered that I promised Grace a tea party tonight. I’m the guest of honor! You two don’t mind if I ask for a raincheck, do you?”

“Of course not,” Belle smiled. “Grace is your daughter?”

“Daughter, princess, lady of my heart,” Jefferson said dramatically. “You’re very kind to excuse me, Belle. Rumple, see you Sunday.”

Belle waved him off and then turned back to Gold, her eyes shining. “Does he really have tea parties with his daughter?”

“He does. He’s rarely the guest of honor, though. That spot is usually reserved for the White Rabbit.”

She laughed and he allowed himself a slightly wider smile. She looked around them and then at him with a question in her eyes. “Should we find a seat? I don’t suppose you have a blanket with you?”

Gold scoffed. “A blanket on the ground? Please. I have reserved seating.”

“Oh? I thought seating here was first come, first served.”

“Not for me.” He offered her his left arm and she took it, looking intrigued. A short distance from the main clearing lay a fallen tree, a thick woolen blanket spread over the trunk. A very tall man in a black suit watched their approach, met Gold’s eyes, nodded once, and then walked away.

“Okay, who was that?” Belle asked, her voice thick with amusement.

“No idea.”

“Oh, come on, he nodded at you before he walked away. What, is he your bodyguard?”

Gold rolled his eyes and smothered a smile as he helped her sit on the blanket.

“Seriously, you can’t leave me hanging,” Belle prodded. She narrowed her eyes at him as he settled next to her. “Are you secretly some Scottish nobleman or something?”

That did startle a laugh out of him. “Couldnae be further frae the truth, dearie,” he said, deliberately allowing his brogue to thicken. “I’m the son of a Glasgow shipmaker, me.”

“Well, then tell me who he was, unless his identity is top secret.”

Gold sighed. “He’s my driver.”

“Your…” He could feel the moment her eyes latched onto his right foot. Well, spectacular. He’d managed to last an entire three minutes before reminding her that he was a broken-down old man who couldn’t even drive himself to a date.

Not that this was a date.

“So you’re from Glasgow. Why did you come to the States?” she asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Espionage.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and popped a kernel of popcorn in her mouth. He smirked. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Probably more like running from an irate suit salesman.”

“Sheep rustling.”

“Mob activities.”

“Hush.”

Belle stared, her eyes widening. “Wait, really?”

“No, the movie’s starting.”

She blinked and looked back at the wall of the museum on which the movie was being projected. “Oh! Right.”

He’d seen The Good, the Bad and the Ugly roughly two dozen times, and while the movie usually drew him in, tonight he found it hard to take his eyes off his companion. Belle was rapt, her eyes shining and her lips parted, and if he’d thought her beautiful before, the moonlight and the faint glow from the movie rendered her ethereal. He found it slightly unbelievable that a woman like her would spend her Friday night watching a spaghetti western in the park with a crippled, middle-aged man, but he was now willing to stop questioning it. She certainly didn’t act like a wilting violet; if she hadn’t wanted to come, she wouldn’t have.

At the conclusion of the film, Belle turned her glowing eyes and breathtaking smile on him. “That was by far the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in this city.”

Families and couples were standing, folding their blankets, and crumpling popcorn bags, and Belle noticed. Disappointment flashed across her face and Gold made an impulsive decision. “Would you care to take a walk with me?” he asked.

“Oh...I, um…” She bit her bottom lip and glanced down. “Wouldn’t that...hurt your ankle?”

He shook his head. “It hasn’t hurt all evening, and some exercise always does it good.”

She looked conflicted for a moment more, so he rose and extended one hand. “Well, okay,” she said slowly, taking his hand and rising. “But you have to promise to tell me the moment it starts to hurt.”

Dropping his hand, she fell into step beside him as he led her to a walking path on the grounds of the museum, a flat earth trail that wound between trees and amongst flowering shrubs. Belle breathed deeply and looked up at the dark sky.

“I love living in the city, but I do miss the stars,” she said quietly.

“Where are you from, then?” he asked.

“Australia.”

“Believe it or not, I’d deduced that much. I meant where in Australia?”

“Kilmore. I know,” she smiled, “everyone assumes Sydney or Melbourne, but there are other towns in Australia.”

“And why did you come to the States?”

“We moved here when I was young. My mother’s family is American and...I guess they wanted a fresh start. We’re happy here. Dad’s got his florist business and Mother has her charities, and I’m...I’ve got the library.”

“Did you always want to be a librarian? You said it was your dream job.”

“It is, and I really can’t imagine doing anything else, but...it wasn’t always my dream.”

“What was your dream?”

She sighed and crossed her arms. “I love books, but I didn’t want them to be the scope of my experience with the world. What I wanted - what I really wanted, at least when I was younger - was to be an overseas correspondent.”

He nearly stumbled in his surprise. “Really?”

“I know,” she smiled self-deprecatingly. “I don’t look the type.”

“You look the type who could do anything she wanted to do,” he said earnestly, and she blushed.

“I wanted to see the world, to shed light on the problems of people our society has forgotten about, to be…” she cut herself off and laughed self-consciously.

“To be what?”

“It’s silly, but...a hero. I wanted to be a hero. Not because I wanted to be famous or rich, but because I wanted to help people. I know,” she said ruefully. “It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud like that.”

“I don’t think so. I think it’s a noble goal.”

“Well, my parents hated the idea. Years away, sometimes unable to talk to them. Too dangerous for their little girl. Dad completely refused to help me get my journalism degree. I could have taken out loans or something, but Mother was so torn up about it. So,” she waved a hand, “library science it was. Safe. Quiet. All of the words, none of the adventure, surrounded by my best friends. My parents were right; it’s better this way, and I do love the library. I wasn’t meant for heroism, I don’t think. I’m better off where I am.”

“Hmm.”

“That’s why I like to learn about things like this,” she said, gesturing back at the park. “Since I’m not cut out for grand adventures, I’ll have small ones: watching a movie in a park on a moonlit night with a possible criminal.”

“I never admitted to any criminal activities.”

“You never denied them either.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “So you’ve made me one of your adventures, hm?”

“You sound like you think that’s ridiculous.”

He stopped walking and turned to face her. “Doesn’t it seem ridiculous to you? An adventure with a skinny old man who can’t even walk properly?”

“Is that how you see yourself?” Belle raised her eyebrows.

“It’s what I am.”

“I don’t see that at all.” She shook her head and stepped closer. “I see someone who’s charming and interesting and…”

“And?”

She blushed and bit her lip, and her eyes flickered over him. “Um. Nice.”

He grinned. “Nice?”

“Yes.” She lifted her chin. “Nice.”

The corners of her mouth twitched and he suddenly wanted very, very much to discover if those lips were as soft as they looked. He took a step toward her and noticed that her eyes widened, her breath quickening. Cautiously he bent his head, his field of vision narrowing to the plush pink of her mouth.

Light flashed above them, and the next instant the roar of the thunder chased the lightning as rain pounded down on their heads. Belle gasped, stumbling back and clutching her arms around her.

“Go on,” Gold sighed. “I can’t run for it, but there’s no reason for you to get soaked.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” Belle snapped. “I’m not leaving you out here alone.” She grabbed his arm and walked beside him; he could set a faster pace with her help, and they trudged through the rain, Gold wishing he’d been just a mite braver, just a second faster. Her hands were warm and strong around his arm, and he was almost sorry when they reached the street. Dove was waiting nearby with his car, so Gold helped Belle flag down a cab and handed her in.

“I had a great time,” she said quickly before slamming the door shut - the driver glared at her for keeping it open even that short amount of time - and she smiled widely and waved at him through the glass as the cab drove away.

He stood there in the rain for a few minutes, smiling what he knew must be a foolish smile, before he realized that his hair was plastered to his head and his shoes were probably completely ruined. With a sigh he slogged to his car and shook his head at Dove, whose face was carefully blank.

“A good night, Mr. Gold?” the man asked as he opened the rear passenger side door.

“Not bad,” he grumbled, sliding into the seat. He thought about her smile and her wide blue eyes, the hitch in her breath when he stood near and her insistence that he was an adventure. He decided that he would get a library card on Monday, first thing, and ask her out for a proper dinner. “Not bad at all,” he said more softly.

Gold gripped the arm of his chair hard in an effort to resist drumming his fingers. Gaston Lefleur was scrutinizing the contract as if he expected to find a clause signing away his first-born, and while Gold appreciated attention to detail, he thought the groom-to-be might be taking it too far. Glancing at the clock, he held back a sigh; he was due at the synagogue in an hour, but he couldn’t risk jeopardizing this final deal. At long, long last, Gaston looked up.

“Where do I sign?”

“The lines marked with page flags.” He watched as Gaston flipped through the pages, signing whenever he came across a little yellow arrow, and wondered for the twentieth time where the bride was in all of this. Perhaps she genuinely didn’t care about the details of the wedding, as long as they were married at the end of the day. She wouldn’t be the first. Still, this amount of disinterest was unusual, and he found himself curious to meet her. He didn’t meet unusual people every day.

That thought led directly to thoughts of Belle and what he was now quite ready to call their date. Another unusual person, there. Unusual and entertaining and fascinating and…

“Whoa, what’s with you?”

Gold blinked and looked up at Gaston, who was grinning. “Hm?”

“I know that look on your face.” Leaning forward, Gaston waggled his eyebrows. “You got laid, didn’t you?”

Shock held him silent, but he was not as outraged as he’d normally be by such impertinence. He was still feeling a bit too pleased to muster up real ire.

“Must be pretty new if you’ve still got that look,” Gaston continued. “First or second date, right? After a few years the whole ‘Aawww yeah I just got lucky’ feeling goes away. I mean it’s still fun...it’s just not exciting anymore, y’know?”

No, he didn’t know. He had no bloody clue what it was like to be with a woman so regularly that it was no longer exciting. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Besides, he was fairly sure that wouldn’t happen with Belle - he couldn’t imagine ever being blase about a relationship with…

“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” Gaston laughed. He leaned back and crossed his arms. “So who is she?”

“You’re making an awful lot of assumptions, dearie,” Gold said, horrified to discover that his voice was nowhere near as stern as he wanted it, and that the corners of his mouth were actually lifting.

“Assumptions my ass. You’re totally gone on her, whoever she is.”

“Beg pardon for the interruption, Monsieur,” Jefferson drawled, poking his head around the edge of the door, “but we need to leave soon if we’re going to…” His voice trailed away and he pointed at Gold, his eyes wide. “You got laid!”

“That’s what I said,” Gaston chuckled.

“While I am most definitely not the sort to kiss and tell,” Gold sighed, “I feel compelled to correct you. It was...a date.”

Lefleur rolled his eyes, but Jefferson nearly hyperventilated. “You called it a date! So what...how...did you…”

“We watched a movie under the stars, walked about the grounds, and trudged through the rain.”

Groaning, Gaston let his head fall against the back of his chair. “So you somehow became a real-life chick-flick character. Might as well change your name to Ryan Gosling.”

“And did all that culminate in a passionate make-out session in the back of your car?”

The back of his car. Why the hell hadn’t he thought of that? Not the kissing part, exactly, but offering her a ride home? He was an imbecile. “No, I, uh...helped her get a cab.”

Both men stared as dolefully at him as if they’d just discovered that Christmas had been cancelled.

“You...got her a cab?” Jefferson said faintly.

“She’s there, she’s wet, she’s cold, and you get her a cab.” Gaston huffed. “Dude, your game needs work.”

“You’re fixing this, right, Rumple?” Jefferson said. “A dozen roses? A hand-written poem?”

“I was going to see her tomorrow,” he said slowly. “I suppose I should pick up some flowers…”

“Tomorrow?” Gaston frowned. “I hate to be that guy, but...one thing Izzy asked me to do today was set up a consult for her dress, and since tomorrow’s her day off…”

“Ah.” Gold rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Well, that is slightly more urgent if I’m to have the gown ready in time for a June wedding. Of course I’ll see her. Have her come by the office tomorrow at nine.”

“And then maybe you can go see your chickadee in the afternoon, right?” Gaston said knowingly.

Gold didn’t answer, but Jefferson and Gaston wore identical looks of smug satisfaction. “We should go, Bucket,” he said, standing slowly. “Mr. Lefleur, a pleasure. Do contact me if you have any questions.”

“Will do, Goldie. Thanks for everything.”

“Goldie,” Jefferson murmured when Gaston had left and he and Gold were in the elevator. “I’m not sure I like that. Makes you sound like a fish.”

“Because ‘Rumple’ makes me out to be the height of sophistication” Gold grumbled.

“At least mine’s original. His is just lazy.”

“For God’s sake,” Gold groaned.

“I gave you a hard time in there, but...you did have a good time on Friday, right?”

Gold glanced at him, relaxed at the sincere concern in his associate’s face, and smiled a little. “I did. Your ham-fisted matchmaking attempts notwithstanding.”

Jefferson snorted. “You’re welcome.”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #the wedding planner #why am i so proud of this stupid little story

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redflowerblooming · 7 years

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tagged by @1990s-daydreams

name: Seth

nickname: don’t really have one? feel free to give me one though

gender: trans boy, demi-boy

star sign: scorpio

height: 5′1″ (155 cm)

orientation: polysexual

hogwarts house: I’m still confused about it, but probably Hufflepuff

favorite color: black & red

favorite color to paint the walls: shades of blue I guess

favorite color of lipstick: don’t wear it

favorite animal: top 3 = red panda, snow leopard, elephant

cat or dog person: cats mostly

favorite fictional character: I have too many to count

number of blankets I sleep with: as many as i can without sweating (usually 3-4 though)

favorite singer/band: too many (Twenty One Pilots ftw though)

dream trip: to all the different countries my friends are from

dream job: A successful author, or a cool librarian

when this blog was created: lol back in 2012 before I went to university

when did your blog reach its peak: lol never, I’m not popular

what made you decide to get a tumblr: there was a lot of cool art & funny things, without the drama of facebook

why did you pick your url: its part of a poem I wrote a while ago

last song you listened to: Twenty One Pilots- House of Gold (Denzal Park remix)

last book you read: Either Bambi’s Children- Felix Salten, or I Am J- Cris Beam. I’m in the middle of reading The Dark Crystal novelization right now.

last thing you ate: Sour Patch Watermelon

if you could be anywhere right now where would you be: In a giant cuddle pile with all my friends

what time would you travel to: either the future or maybe ancient greece or sumeria

what fictional character would you hang out with for a day: uhhh... maybe Garnet or Stevonnie

Tagging: @bxdcubes, @42wallaby-way-sydney, @chrisvertner, @mysenia, @triscuitsandsoup, @pibroch, @i-msonotcreative, @rospeaks, or whoever wants to

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cb-conceptlibrary · 3 years

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TW: Obsession with social media, Entry level part time jobs, Stereotypical high school antics, Slight horror themes, Crude humor, Yoga obsession, Neo-Nazis, Murder

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Today’s Theme: Yoga Hosers (Film)

Plot: Two girls with the same name are best friends who juggle high school and a part time job at a convenience store. The only things they’re interested in are social media, their amateur band, and yoga, to the dismay of their peers and families. One day, a popular senior from their school stops by the convenience store and invites the pair to a party the next day. Unfortunately, the girls are informed that they need to work the store on Friday, forcing them to try to shift things around so the party can happen while they work. Eventually the girls discover the convenience store is built over an old gathering place for the Nazis and the electricity powering the store has brought some of them back to life. (In sausage form.) The pair team up with a local hunter to stop the Neo-Nazis, using their yoga skills to defeat them.

Characters

Colleen Collette: A sarcastic teen who works part-time at her father’s convenience store Eh-2-Zed. Close friends with Colleen McKenzie, the pair stick together as they navigate high school and life. Often the one delivering witty one-liners.

Colleen McKenzie: The best friend of Colleen C. She acts slightly more normal, harboring a crush on senior student Hunter and eagerly trying to look cool while around him.

Yogi Bayer: The yoga instructor who teaches the two Colleens. He believes that yoga is the way to solve any issues. The girls take this to heart when they square off against the Neo-Nazis in the film.

Bob Collette: Colleen C.’s father and the owner of Eh-2-Zed. He is dating a woman named Tabitha, whom his daughter dislikes. Often he makes his daughter and her best friend work shifts in his store, much to their dismay. He eventually leaves on a spontaneous trip to Niagara Falls with his girlfriend, making the girls work the store on Friday, the night of the party.

Hunter Calloway: A popular and attractive high school senior. Colleen M. has a huge crush on him and desires to be noticed by him. He pays a visit to Eh-2-Zed to pick-up indigestion medicine for his friend Gordon, and invites both Colleens to his senior party on Friday.

Guy LaPointe: A legendary man-hunter of the Canadian region. He has proof that the Neo-Nazis, reborn as bratwurst sausage soldiers called Bratzis, exist. When the Colleens are arrested in accordance with the murders of Hunter and Gordon (who were actually murdered by the Bratzis), he interrogates them and agrees to team up with the girls to defeat the rest of the Bratzis.

Possible Plots

Your muse and their best friend are forced to work a shift at the convenience store on the worst night possible, taking a late shift. After the convenience store experiences a power outage, your muse discovers they’re not alone.

Your muse has been trying to find proof of the Neo-Nazis existing in the area and decide to follow a tip after two teens are arrested.

Notes

Great for two muses with the same name or similar appearances.

Could be two female muses or two male muses who are considered close friends.

Horror plots can be overlaid with this theme, if you desire a more comical element.

Good for strong female characters.

Good for characters who enjoy exercise/show a passion for it, despite being ridiculed by their peers.

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