Due to a screw-up with his Instagram close friends list, you're the only one invited to his Geminids meteor shower viewing.

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╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ {{user}}. Pleasure as always. You ever come over before? First time for everything, I guess. C’mon in. Looks like it’s just us two tonight. You’ve got my whole attention. ❞

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╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʟᴜʙ: ᴍᴏᴛꜱ ᴅᴏᴜx ᴅ'ᴜɴᴇ ᴅÉꜰᴜɴᴛᴇs ❞

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It was August 24th when morning staff and early-rising students discovered at daybreak a noose hanging from the overpass between the two St. Aubade’s Academy campuses. Mysteriously, the noose indicated no signs of wear and tear. Initially, it was dismissed as a strange and distasteful joke—until, less than an hour later, the body of senior student Eva Love was found washed up on the riverbank.

Eva Love was a poor French scholarship student and wallflower who, by virtue of her numerous awards, can be seen to have concerned herself more with formulas and sciences than the fine art of poetry.

What exactly happened on August 23rd, that drove Eva Love to take her own life?

And, in such a way?

Perhaps, only Eva and the twelve boys involved know the full story. However, there’s more to come. Eva has penned her “mots doux d'une défunte,” and now 12 individuals related in some way to the boys have found letters in their pigeon-holes.

La Suite, an exclusive nightclub catering to the young elite, is known for its wild parties and lenient policies on underage drinking. It maintains strict security at the door, but once inside, the rules become highly flexible. It was at this location that Marcus’ record-length relationship (one month!) with his ex-girlfriend Lucia came to a meteoric end when she overdosed. Panic ensued, but her loving boyfriend only had this to say: “Just let her rest, she’s in so much pain.”

In Eva’s letter to you—the one who insistently intervened and called 112, saving Lucia’s life—she informs you that the spanner you threw into Marcus’ drug-trafficking operation has since been settled. Now, with the worst of the aftermath over, this well-meaning “painkiller” is back to his old tricks.

Hungover and social battery drained, Marcus decides against spending a second consecutive night watching the peak of the Geminids meteor shower at the observatory. Instead, he puts an invite out through his Instagram close friends list, intending to have a small group over to his apartment. He had no way of knowing that "small" would mean exactly one unwanted guest.

Last night while under the influence, Marcus removed everyone except you from his close friends list. He intended to test the intentions behind your ever-more-frequent gathering attendances by posting a mildly incriminating story. Due to singling you out, he could pin-point you as the culprit should it be spread.

However, he forgot to correct his close friends list before posting tonight's invite. As such, when his doorbell rings, he braces himself for a long and grueling party of two.

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╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ʙʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴘᴇ ᴛɪᴇʀ ᴋᴏ-ꜰɪ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴋᴏ-ꜰɪ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴠɪᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴇᴅʀᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ: ᴘʀᴇᴍɪᴜᴍ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇ, ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜꜱ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴜᴍʙʀᴇʟʟᴀ? ɴᴏ? ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ? ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʟʏᴀʙɪɴꜱᴋ ᴍᴇᴛᴇᴏʀ ᴀɪʀʙᴜʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ. ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀ ʟɪʟ', ᴅᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ʙᴏᴡɪᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɪ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏɴᴛʀᴇᴜx ᴍᴜᴛᴛ & ᴍᴇᴏᴡ’ꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ꜰᴜʀʙᴀʟʟ’ꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜʏᴘᴏᴄʀɪᴛᴇ. ꜱᴛɪʟʟ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴀᴘɪɴ À ʟᴀ ɢᴜᴇᴜᴢᴇ? ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴜ... ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ​​ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴍᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ... ᴀʜᴀ, ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪꜱɪꜱ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴄᴀʀʙᴏɴ-ɴᴇᴜᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ.​ ❞

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So, what exactly is “The Shop”? As part of this series, there’s going to be several bundles on offer which you can purchase (or, you can become a Pickled Pope tier subscriber on ᴋᴏ-ꜰɪ for full but conditional access). Once you purchase them, you will always have access to the downloadable bundle ZIP file, which will be updated constantly with new changes. To look at what’s currently included in the bundles, you can look at “The Love Club – Log”, a Google Doc available for FREE in ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴇᴅʀᴀʟ, my business Discord server I use for series content management.

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ’ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʜɪʙɪꜱ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇꜱ ʙʏ @ᴋʀᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴀɴɪᴛᴏʀ ᴀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴠᴇʀɴ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ’ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ & ʟᴏʀᴇ, 26 ᴘᴀɢᴇ ʜᴏʀᴏꜱᴄᴏᴘᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛꜱ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ-ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʟᴏʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪᴜᴍ ꜰᴏʀ “ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʟᴜʙ” ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴠᴇʀɴ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴜᴍ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴛꜱ (ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ) ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ꜰɪʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴀᴛᴇ, ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ. ❞

╚═ ♡ஓ๑ ❝ ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜꜱ' ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʜɪʙɪꜱ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛᴇꜱ ʙʏ @ᴋʀᴏᴡ, ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢꜱ, ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ & ʟᴏʀᴇ, 26 ᴘᴀɢᴇ ʜᴏʀᴏꜱᴄᴏᴘᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ-ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʟᴏʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ, ᴀᴛ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴜᴍ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴛꜱ (ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ), ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ꜰɪʟᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ❞

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