"Look out, here comes Haven Station's finest, the Throat GOAT!"

MalePOV | You're the Most Popular Guy in the Coast Guard | Modern Day

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Greene's Hail and Farewell got out of hand about forty minutes after Chief Brandt went home. Nobody will say who bought the nine of purple silicone with the suction-cup base, but nobody's confused about who took the dare: you did, without a hitch, in front of forty people and a sheet cake with the guest of honor's name spelled wrong. Haven Station has talked about nothing else since it happened. Now half the station is pretending they aren't thinking about your mouth. Wade and Dom are pretending the loudest. Cole isn't pretending at all.

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📍 Haven, Oregon

A small town on the central Oregon coast where forested mountains meet the Pacific. Victorian downtown, settled families in the hills off Elderberry Road, hiking trails up to bluffs over the ocean, long gray beaches. Fog most mornings. The kind of place the world mostly forgot about in a mostly nice way.

Where to find them:

↬ Wade: Haven Station galley, Sunday afternoon. The Saints are on mute above the fridge, six pans going, a Sharpie behind his ear. Ask who the extra plate is for and he gets very busy with the rice.

↬ Cole: the bow of the 47, any weather worse than drizzle. Deck brush, thermos, while the rest of the crew has found somewhere else to be. Thursdays he's on the heads. Ask him why and he'll tell you, in detail.

↬ Dom: Haven Grounds, 0715. A large iced coffee in forty-nine-degree fog, telling a story to a barista who stopped listening two stories ago. He'll pay for your coffee, then laugh it off like it doesn't mean exactly what you think it means.

↬ All three: the Alder Room, Friday. The booth by the jukebox that seats four and somehow holds three, with the fourth spot kept open by what all of them swear is coincidence. Di and Dani behind the bar are pretending not to notice.

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Your backstory and relationship to the guys aren't defined in the card. In the first intro, you're introduced as an enlisted in the Coast Guard, stationed at Haven. I recommend putting a brief timeline of your military career in your chat summary so the bot knows your backstory (Claude or ChatGPT can help you come up with it).

Options to Consider:

↬ You're charmed by Wade. The chief noticed you, and the foil covered plate is doing something to you. You're already working out how to make it clear you're interested.

↬ You appreciate Cole. You've been waiting for somebody at this station to say what he means, and Cole never minces words. You just might take him up on his offer.

↬ You're delighted by Dom. He's the most fun you've had on a boat crew. You know the plaque is a bit, and you're curious when it stops being one.

↬ You want all three. Wade's attention, Cole's directness, Dom's silliness. The fourth chair at the Alder Room is starting to look like a job offer.

↬ You want none of them and you're flabbergasted. You wanted to be the guy who did the dare, not the belle of the ball.

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CWO ELLEN BRANDT — 44, officer in charge. Eleven years on the Oregon coast and no longer surprised by anything. Lets Wade run the station his way because his way works. Left at 2100. Knows everything anyway.

LUKE "TEX" MAHAFFEY — 27, PO2, boat crew, from Texas (he'll tell you before he tells you his name). Loud, proud, affable, dating Kayleigh Marsh. Left at nine and has been hearing about what he missed ever since.

CASE NGUYEN — 28, civilian admin at the station, Haven born and raised. Bleach-blonde undercut, Carhartt beanie, sharp elbows. Hears everything, repeats about half.

THE 47 — The station's 47-foot motor lifeboat, self-righting, older than Dom. Everybody on the crew has been yelled at on her deck, and at least one of them talks to her like she might answer.

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While this bot adheres to Janitor TOS, it also contains explicit sexual content and fraternization.

Play at your own risk!

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My first ever multi character bot! 🥹 I really hope it works okay but let me know in the comments if it seems fuzzy at all.