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 The grass that grows only semi-mowed is dotted with wildflowers, and an old bicycle free of rust (its rider's pride and joy, almost certainly) leans against the railing of the stairs to the porch. To the eye of someone not accustomed to life in a place like this, these roads might seem no different to the central cluster of buildings at the heart of Anchor Rock, but those who have lived here longer know better. It's not that it's quieter here but that it's softer, slower. The door of the building stands unlocked, not quite closed as if in gentle invitation to all who pass by on the street. Come in, won't you? You'd be the most exciting person to cross the threshold all day — but then again, it's only noon. There's still time yet.  The grass that grows only semi-mowed is dotted with wildflowers, and an old bicycle free of rust (its rider's pride and joy, almost certainly) leans against the railing of the stairs to the porch. To the eye of someone not accustomed to life in a place like this, these roads might seem no different to the central cluster of buildings at the heart of Anchor Rock, but those who have lived here longer know better. It's not that it's quieter here but that it's softer, slower. The door of the building stands unlocked, not quite closed as if in gentle invitation to all who pass by on the street. Come in, won't you? You'd be the most exciting person to cross the threshold all day — but then again, it's only noon. There's still time yet. 
  
-=====Cafe=====+=====Café=====
  
 If you need strong coffee straight from the pot and greasy fried food from dawn til dusk, there’s a place in Anchor Rock for you — The First Light Café. If you’re looking for much else, you’ve probably come to the wrong place. The exception is if you’re looking for cookies and carrot cake. (Get all the cookies you can stomach, but be warned — the locals know well enough to give the carrot cake a wide berth. “It’s like chewing sand and mulch and it’s too damn sweet. Sweet mulch. Not convinced the owner knows what a carrot is.”) If you need strong coffee straight from the pot and greasy fried food from dawn til dusk, there’s a place in Anchor Rock for you — The First Light Café. If you’re looking for much else, you’ve probably come to the wrong place. The exception is if you’re looking for cookies and carrot cake. (Get all the cookies you can stomach, but be warned — the locals know well enough to give the carrot cake a wide berth. “It’s like chewing sand and mulch and it’s too damn sweet. Sweet mulch. Not convinced the owner knows what a carrot is.”)
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 Stop by to see the first and last folks up in Anchor Rock. Eavesdrop on other tables to hear the gossip about town. Stop by to see the first and last folks up in Anchor Rock. Eavesdrop on other tables to hear the gossip about town.
  
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-IMAGE+=====The Mechanic's=====
  
-=====The Mechanics===== +Typically, passing by Safiyya’s Mechanics, you would hear the buzz and whirr of power tools, or the clanging thud of a hammer on metal, maybe even see loose sparks fly. Saf keeps the place tidy by her standards: she knows where every single tool is and on the floor in the corner, by the coffee machine is actually where the torque wrench is kept, thank you very much. Of course, nothing about this situation is typical and, for the time being, Saf's mechanic shop is silent and locked. Nevertheless, outside, in its rightful place, sits Cody’s truck: dirty, clearly put to constant use, with mud on the tires and scatterings of pine needles in the open back, but meticulously maintained, the pride and joy of a practical man.
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-Typically, passing by Safiyya’s Mechanics, you would hear the buzz and whirr of power tools, or the clanging thud of a hammer on metal, maybe even see loose sparks fly. Safiyya keeps the place tidy by her standards: she knows where every single tool is and on the floor in the corner, by the coffee machine is actually where the torque wrench is kept, thank you very much. Of course, nothing about this situation is typical and, for the time being, Safiyya’s mechanics is silent and locked. Nevertheless, outside, in its rightful place, sits Cody’s truck: dirty, clearly put to constant use, with mud on the tires and scatterings of pine needles in the open back, but meticulously maintained, the pride and joy of a practical man.+
  
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 ^ Name ^ Pronouns ^ Description ^ ^ Name ^ Pronouns ^ Description ^
 | Gerald Rosewood| he/they | Did someone say flowers? Gerald hopes you did! He is the florist of Anchor Rock — a grandfather figure to the locals who loves to gossip. | | Gerald Rosewood| he/they | Did someone say flowers? Gerald hopes you did! He is the florist of Anchor Rock — a grandfather figure to the locals who loves to gossip. |
-| Mr Bloom | he/him | An older gentleman and one incredbly committed to gardening. He’s won the first prize for biggest courgette the last five years running and doesn’t plan on breaking that streak.| +| Mr. Bloom | he/him | An older gentleman and one incredbly committed to gardening. He’s won the first prize for biggest courgette the last five years running and doesn’t plan on breaking that streak.| 
-| Safiyya Amaechi | she/her | Being the mechanic in a town with one truck may not be the best financial decision, but Safiyya loves what she does. Besides, after years of working in Anchor Rock, she knows the engines of near every piece of farming equipment there is. TRANSFERRED: LOCATION UNKNOWN| +| Cody Solace | they/he| Truck guy. Every small town needs one. A carpenter by trade but most folks encounter them driving through town, out on some favour— music blaring of course— it’s crazy how often a pick-up truck comes in handy.| 
-|Linda Bloom | she/her | Mr Bloom's wife. A kind woman who loves to cook. TRANSFERRED: LOCATION UNKNOWN|+| Safiyya "Saf" Amaechi | she/her | Being the mechanic in a town with one truck may not be the best financial decision, but Safiyya loves what she does. Besides, after years of working in Anchor Rock, she knows the engines of near every piece of farming equipment there is. TRANSFERRED: LOCATION UNKNOWN| 
 +| Linda Bloom | she/her | Mr. Bloom's wife. A kind woman who loves to cook, often experimenting with new recipes. TRANSFERRED: LOCATION UNKNOWN | 
 +| Sam McIntyre | ve/him | Owner and operator of the First Light Café, which gives vim some social cachet. Also convinced of the merits of his carrot cake recipe, which diminishes that good reputation somewhat. TRANSFERRED: LOCATION UNKNOWN |
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