#angelenos.starter

[moonrcse]

  dream bubble !!

she tried not to stare, but she knows the menu could be a little overwhelming. rosie hesitates only briefly before turning to the other, punching the top of her aquatic boba ( 120% sugar, extra jellyfish, less ice ) before she speaks. “ is this your first time ?? ” she takes a quick sip, head tilted in question. “ they have a lot of choices, but i buy the same thing every single time. their aquatic boba is really good, and it’s super cute too. see ?? ” she lifts her cup, brings it closer to the other’s line of sight. “ i always ask for extra jellyfish. ”

[overspends]

open starter / location: random nail bar

"which colour do you think i should go for?" jaya asks the other, looking down at her choices. she loved getting her nails painted, jaya always felt a little more confident whenever she left the shop, "i was thinkin' of maybe getting some cute flowers, like daisies on there too, for some spring vibes or has that been done to death?".

[hitides]

› inkstorm !

“listen,” he begins, looking up at the person who had just settled into the seat across from him. “i don’t mean to be rude, but—isn’t there literally anywhere else you could sit?” he’s usually not this callous, at least not at two in the afternoon, but its been a shitty day in an even shittier week and ceph just can’t deal with people right now.

[coldwhisk]

loc: studio harbor

the idea came to her while she was lying down in bed, scrolling mindlessly through tiktok late on a wednesday night. the video was simple—an insanely pretty girl dressed in black, molding clay like it was the easiest thing in the world. huh, looks interesting. and that was how she ended up registering for a pottery class that weekend. now, seated in front of the wheel, sleeves pushed up and a streak of clay already on her cheek, she cracks her knuckles like she’s about to win something. “alright, let’s see if i’m a natural.” she pauses, glancing over to the person next to her. “what are the odds this thing collapses in the next five minutes?”

[ellinoretm]

open at bar volante

"god, i look so fit tonight, even after starting work at six a.m." she exclaimed to herself as she looked at herself in her front facing camera. running her fingers through her hair, ellinore sighed and put her phone face down on the table before leaning in closer to the other. "no rest for the wicked, right? and they most definitely need me there because not all bad pr is 'good', contrary to popular belief. people can be such... nuisances." that was her putting it politely. eyes averted towards the music set up which was currently not being used. "do you think they do open mics here? don't want to toot my own horn but i can carry a tune. don't get me wrong though, definitely not one for a career in it." although she didn't let it shoe all the time, words hurt ella and she couldn't subject herself to the constant scrutiny. she was fine to be in the background as long as she could be loud in her own way.

[contrcversy]

OPEN STARTER — capping at 5 !

LOCATION: gelato la crusca.

dark eyes trained on the vibrant assortment of colorful gelato in the glass cabinet in front of her, athena took a moment to ponder on what she’d like. in all honesty, she’d try every flavour available if she could, but not wanting to add gluttony to her list of sins, she limited herself to two. however, she found herself stuck between choices. “hey!” she spoke up, turning to look at the person by her side. “i need a second opinion… i can’t decide between the lemon, mango and raspberry gelato. which two would you pick?”

[rcbines]

open to anyone (location is flexible, but this starter takes place around march 13)

robin takes selfies on his phone camera, trying out a few different poses and expressions. smiling, "cool bad boy," peace sign, etc. when he realizes the other's presence, though, he freezes. "i'm sorry, i'm not..." he coughs, trying to maintain a chill expression despite the flushed color of his cheeks. "i'm not always this vain, i promise." in fact, most of the photos he took on his phone didn't include his own face. "today's just a bit special. it's my birthday..."

[loveforsale-1]

📍  　:　  tim  &  jay's 🕐  　:　  5  am

“oh—oh,  no.  i'm  completely  sober.”  shiloh  was  well  aware  of  the  kind  of  people  who  usually  found  themselves  at  tim  and  jay’s  at  this  hour: half-drunk  regulars  nursing  the  last  dregs  of  their  regret  with  cheap  coffee.  alcoholics,  mostly.  men  with  faces  crumpled  like  discarded  newspapers,  women  with  smudged  lipstick  and  last  night’s  mistakes  still  clinging  to  their  skin.  but  shiloh?  he  tooootally  was  above  all  that.  he  hadn't  touched  alcohol  in  weeks,  not  since  he  started  taking  soul  cycling  classes  and  decided  he  actually  liked  waking  up  in  the  morning  without  feeling  like  his  brain  had  been  wrung  out  like  a  dishcloth.  “i  don't  drink  alcohol  anymore—that  shit's  nasty,”  he  said,  as  if  he  hadn't  spent  years  indulging  in  the  same  vices  he  now  turned  his  nose  up  at.  “i  usually  wake  up  at  four  in  the  morning,”  he  added,  like  a  fucking  badge  of  honour,  “have  breakfast  at  around  five.”

[uponcanvas]

at: bar volante,

bittersweet aftertaste lingering at the back of his throat, jude sets his empty glass down with a quiet 'clink'. the occasion? none, aside from the fact that work has been treating him like absolute shit in the past week, and the weather's simply too nice to waste it on rotting in his miserable apartment. "another, but make it stronger. surprise me—" only after words escape parted lips does he glance up at the approaching figure and... huh. it takes more than a few seconds for him to realize that the person that he had just confidently ordered a drink from was absolutely not the waiter nor a staff of the bar. beat of silence, then two. almost three before half a laugh, half an exasperated sigh cuts through. "ah. my bad." a pause to consider, tone effortlessly lighthearted. "though, i wouldn't mind a recommendation or two, so long as it's good."

[moonrcse]

  radiant !!

this was fine. straight people went to gay bars all the time. they talk about how fun it is, tell all their friends about it, too. just because she’s at radiant it doesn’t automatically mean she’s — no one will know. it’ll be okay. rosie has mostly calmed herself down by the end of her little pep talk, but the fear comes back full force when she turns around only to see a familiar face. “ oh !! hi, i was just — i’ve heard so much about this place, you know ?? i had no idea that, uh — that gay bars could be so fun. is that problematic to say ?? i mean i am straight, so i just . . . i don’t want to offend. ” that was . . . convincing enough, surely ??

[hitides]

› junction flea market !

the junction isn’t quite as intimidating as elio thought it would be, but as someone who persists on instant ramen more often than he cares to admit, he’s still a little out of his depth. “excuse me,” he asks, turning to the only other person poring through the produce at this particular stall, “this is a little embarrassing, but—how can you tell the difference between a good kiwi and a bad one?”

[coldwhisk]

loc: new heights rec center

jaekyung arrives with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a grin wide enough to convince everyone he passes that he’s happy to be here. whether he’s trying to convince them or himself, he’s not entirely sure. he’s been hitting the gym 3 times a week— there’s no real reason for him to need the extra cardio. but a change of pace sounds good… at least, until he remembers one tiny little detail. he’s not a terrible swimmer, promise. well actually— let’s just say he does better on land. the sharp scent of chlorine hits the moment he enters the pool area. “guess who’s back?” he announces to no one in particular. nevermind that he’s never actually been there before.

[rcbines]

open starter — where: anywhere that works.

"okay, so, this is gonna sound stupid as fuck. but please don't judge me." robin hangs his head down slightly. "are you easily scared?" he glances at his phone screen, which displays an image of a supposed supernatural entity — clearly photoshopped, but still unsettling to look at — and decides not to show the other person. "sorry, that wasn't the question. do you believe in supernatural stuff? ghosts, vampires, that kind of thing?"