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~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Moxi, the enigmatic Russian with a hint of danger in his demeanor, had sensed Ana’s curiosity and fascination from the moment they crossed paths. Her coy smile and the way she followed him hinted at a mutual intrigue, a curious dance between two souls with curiosity for one another. She was new in town and neither of them grew up in Sanctuary from his understanding and short talks with her during their cornhole tournament.

As Ana’s soft voice reached him, a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Moxi’s lips. “You arrre velkome, my dearrrr,” he replied in his thick Russian accent, his icy blue eyes locking onto hers with a flirtatious glint and a hidden annoyance. He hated being asked to do things especially for strangers, but he would try to play nice for the moment.

Before he could make a move toward the nearest alcohol vendor, Ana was interrupted by Lily’s sudden intervention. He observed the exchange, the concerned friend attempting to steer Ana away from him, casting aspersions upon his character. Moxi knew well enough that his reputation in the small town was far from pristine. However, he couldn’t deny the allure of Ana’s presence, her defiance of conventional wisdom, and her desire for something different.

Ana’s reassurance and her decision to continue on their path sent a wave of satisfaction through Moxi. He appreciated her independence, the smark in her eye that matched his own adventurous spirit. Moments passed in between that observation and his kind gesture of getting the woman an alcoholic drink. As she took Lily’s hand and they approached him once more, he couldn’t help but flash a charming smile.

“My dearrrr Ana, a rrrum and koke forrr you, as you vish,” Moxi purred, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. He then turned to Lily with a polite nod, “Forrr you, Lily, vhat vould you like? Perrrphaps a Moskov Mule to match my orrrigins?” Knowing that she didn’t like him. He wanted to play a game.

Moxi knew the game they were playing, the unspoken connection that had sparked between them. He was more than willing to indulge in a little flirtation and excitement, knowing that Ana was a woman who could handle herself. In this small town, they were two souls out of the ordinary amongst the townsfolk.

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Location Festival
Interaction(s) @The Muse Ana @Viciousmarrow Lily

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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As Peyton approached Doctor Fitkau, he could not help but notice the other man’s attire and the subtle signs of weariness in his demeanor. His casual, rugged appearance contrasted with the festive atmosphere of the fair. The doctor remembered how Peyton approached him in times of personal difficulty and the doctor appreciated that the man stepped forward to confide in him. The man sitting alone, currently, always welcomed the opportunities to chat with anyone even outside of formal discussions.

“Good evening, Peyton,” he replied with a warm smile as he offered a kind gesture of greeting and put his attention to the younger man. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll stick to the ‘leaf water’ for now.” Doctor Fitkau gestured towards his cup of tea and the plate of chips that were left on each and every table.

When he asked if he could sit down, he nodded and motioned to the empty chair across from him. “Of course, please, have a seat.”

As he reminisced about the festival and how it had changed over the years, he listened attentively. Peyton struck him as a person who appreciated the simple joys of life, and his description of watching the festival in a small bar years ago seemed to reflect that sentiment.

“It’s amazing how things evolve,” He remarked, glancing over at the band. “They’ve certainly come a long way. But sometimes, the charm of those small, intimate gatherings can be just as special.”

Doctor Fitkau watched as Peyton relaxed, and he couldn't help but sense that he was using this conversation as a way to momentarily escape the solitude of his empty home. The doctor made a mental note to inquire about how he was coping with the loneliness when the moment felt right, all while maintaining the role of a friendly ear and a source of support in his life.

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Interaction(s) Peyton @PrinceAlexus

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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The festival happening in Sanctuary was still in full swing, the air thick with the sweet scent of cotton candy and the lively chatter of the townsfolk. Thomas Fischer, the sheriff of Sanctuary, had just stepped off the stage after a somewhat anxiety-ridden and bothersome moment. As he made his way through the crowded square, he tried to make himself look as small as possible, shoulders hunched, and his Stetson hat pulled low over his brow to shield his eyes from the curious glances of the townsfolk.

He had never been much of a social butterfly —- even if he was a friendly and talkative individual — always feeling out of place in large gatherings like these. His heart still raced from the awkward exchange on the stage. The date auction. Never again, he thought to himself. He would never allow his policemen to talk him into doing something like that again.

Thomas finally found a vacant table on the outskirts of the center of the festival, hidden away from the main hustle and bustle. He slid into the wooden chair, sighing as he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. The warm glow of the festival flights overheard bathed the area in soft, comforting ambiance.

He adjusted his hat again, making sure it shaded his eyes completely, effectively shielding him from the prying eyes of the festival-goers. He didn’t want to face the inevitable questions about the date auction or his personal life in general.

With his hat as his fortress, Thomas tried to lose himself in the sights and sounds of the fair. He could hear the joyful laughter of children, the cheerful melodies of a nearby band beginning to start, and the clinking of bottles at the lemonade stand. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasted corn drifting from a food stand nearby.

As he opened his eyes and gazed out at the colorful booths and lovely crowds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. The festival had a way of bringing the community together, even if he always felt like the odd one out. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the simple pleasures of the Sanctuary festival, the worries and awkward moments from the stage fading into the background.

Thomas Jay Fischer, a working man, may not have been the life of the party, but on this warm summer evening, hidden behind his hat and away from prying eyes, he found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow townsfolk and the vibrant spirit of the festival.

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Location Somewhere at the festival
Mentions None

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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The man stayed in his chair and at the same table he was when the auction was going on. After he moved from his back row seat that was. He moved to a back table to talk to a few other locals. Once everything appeared to be set up for the live music event, many of the older locals who would sit around and chat with him decided to get up and go. He understood. The music was going to be loud. Many people. Very crowded. Very energetic dancing.

A drink he got from one of the food trucks was in hand, a hot tea with sugar and cream, and he got something for dinner as well. Sitting there as he had his notebook out and jotting down his observations. What were people doing? Saying. Everything he could see and hear.
The item he got for dinner was loaded nachos. Liquid cheese, sprinkled cheese, salsa, beef with taco seasoning, lettuce, black olives, fried beans, rice, and guacamole with sour cream, and there were a few lime wedges on the side. It tasted pretty good as he casually scooped up the mixture with one of the chips and plopped it into his mouth while watching the crowd interact.

There were two individuals that he was watching. Very young. They both looked like they were in the same grade. Probably freshman in high school or possibly eighth graders. The boy was shy but he still was brave enough to give the girl an item he won at one of the festival booths. As the girl's eyes lit up, the boy’s eyes did too, and she took the stuffed toy before hugging him quite roughly out of excitement and pure joy. She was so happy to receive the stuffed animal that looked possibly like a raccoon or fox. He couldn’t tell from here as he adjusted his glasses and made a vocal noise before jotting the observation down.

The boy’s reaction looked surprised only for a few seconds as the girl grabbed his hand and pulled him along. She seemed excited nonetheless and she went over to a group of friends or it appeared like a group of friends. People that looked their age. He watched as some of the body language of the other kids changed when the girl and boy entered the group. Some did not. They all seemed on good terms. The girl seemed energetic with how she spoke even though Doctor Fitkau couldn’t make out any words from where he sat. As the interaction began to calm down, his eyes wandered, and he ended up finding an old couple that stayed around. They were dancing to the noise of the crowd more than anything. They were ready to stay for the live music event.

Continuously consuming his loaded nachos and drinking his tea, Doctor Fitkau thought for only a second that maybe he should go enjoy himself yet he found that he was already doing so. He enjoyed observing and writing things down. He didn’t know if he had it in him to continue going up to people and socializing after the long day at the festival. His body felt worn out to a point.

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~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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After going into the kitchen and heating up some water and winding down for the night, Archer ended up making himself a cup of earl gray tea. The man slowly walked back to his office since he was in no rush to face the mountain of paperwork that was bestowed to him before he left work. Simply sitting down in his office chair once again his eyes focused on the papers in front of him. His eyes scanned the name once more, Anastasia Clarke, and he couldn't place a face to a name.

If I could be heard leaving his lips as he gently picked up the small resume from the woman. Reading it over. Everything looked up to par with what he would want in an employee, especially in us. He wanted to see if she was willing to work full-time or part-time. The Sanctuary Hospital was always on the staff and it sounded like it has been on the staff since it was created. He really had no hopes for any ambitious individual applying for any of the positions. One could hope. “ I'll definitely have to give this one a call in the morning.” The man gently set aside the resume as he went through the other paperwork and realized that it was an unorganized archive of items. Forgotten papers. Something that he would need to look through and figure out if the hospital should even keep things. Some of the papers look like they were from the hospital or the town started.

Archer found himself glancing at the resume instead of looking at the pile of paperwork. A part of him was wondering if he should reach out tonight. She did have an email address on her resume. Reaching out wouldn't do any harm would it? The man decided to reach for his leather work bag and bring out a laptop that cost him a few thousand, something that he got late last year or the year before that. He couldn't remember. Opening up the laptop and bringing it out and turning it on the man instantly went into his work email. Not his private one. Thinking about what he should write if you should write at all. Then he started typing away in a separate document so he didn't accidentally press send if he sent it at all.

Coming to himself as he wrote out to Anastasia, he wondered what he should specifically say. He wondered if he should ask if she wanted two interviews as soon as possible or what days she would be able to interview. The medical board of Sanctuary seemed to not have any care in the world for their job or for others so he would have to take time to interview anyone who wanted a job at the hospital. It was funny how you could go from internships in Bailey getting paid to a full-time position that put more work on your plate than you would have asked for a period he just found himself in a funny situation where he was the head of the ER department and sometimes working 60 or more hours a week but then he'd find himself doing certain things that the head of the hospital should be doing. Things that would not fit into his job description at all. Things that brought him away from the ER on the surgery table.

That was when he finally entered Anastasia's email into the two who category. Sending an email that read:

Anastasia Clarke,

I would love to take the next steps in the hiring process and set up an interview with you. If you could please give me a few times and days that would work for you I will get back to setting something up with you.
I would also appreciate it if you could give references. These do not have to be formal references. I would like at least two.

I hope you are having a wonderful night and hope to hear back from you,
Doctor Archer Graham
Head surgeon of Sanctuary Hospital.

Picking up his cup of earl gray tea with honey and taking a sip out of it. He watched as the browser updated him and informed him that his email was sent. The man decided to move over on his quest to get all the information he could possibly get done for tonight. He set his laptop over to the side as he began to organize the archived papers that were given to him.

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@The Muse Digital communication, email, to Anastasia Clarke