#themissing: starter

[saulweissberg]

availability / @themissing-linc / randomizer task! location / pie numbers timeline / friday, september 13th, 2024 at 7:08 pm.

saul wasn’t really a fan of pie numbers. he knew that was practically sacrilege in blue harbor, but he was a new yorker! pizza in the midwest—especially the dreaded deep crust chicago-style—just didn’t measure up. that wasn’t to say that he hated pie numbers and their pizza, it just wasn’t on the top of his list of favorite places to eat. that wasn’t the case on that friday, however. maybe it was due to it being the thirteenth—saul wasn’t a superstitious man, but perhaps there was some credibility to bad luck on that particular date. maybe he was just in a bad mood because it had been over two week since he heard from his son, and though he promised everyone he would stop trying to contact micah, it annoyed him that he had to. couldn’t his son just pick up the fucking phone, just once? so, maybe it could be contributed to his bad mood, or the date, but he was looking for something simple to have for dinner and what could be more fuss-free than pizza?

waiting for his food, saul stood off to the side of the counter with his arms crossed over his torso. there was his now-familiar deep frown set onto his face, and while he normally cared what other people thought about him, lately he couldn’t care if he looked unfriendly in public. that frown disappeared the moment he spotted phoebe’s friend, lincoln. saul smiled politely at the younger man. “hey, lincoln, right?” he greeted him by name, banking on him remembering saul from earlier that year when they crossed paths before. “this is great, i was actually hoping to run into you or one of phoebe’s other friends. i’m planning her birthday party later this month and i wanted to get some ideas. what’d you think?”

[blueharborhq]

Linc & Leon's Birthday Extravaganza!

Come on down ( and briefly step back in time! ) to O'Shea's for a simple celebration of two very special Weaver Ridge boys! The party has everything you need, including ( almost ) unlimited booze, an ice-cream cake, and beloved company banding together to celebrate the birthdays of Blue Harbor's own Leon Wozniak and Lincoln Welch!

IC DETAILS.

Location: O'Shea's Irish Pub

Date: August 8th 2024.

Time: 7pm - close.

Who's invited: Anyone and everyone who may have received Lincoln's text, or know someone who did!

The invitation is short, sweet, and casual — a text from Linc, reading: bday drinks for me and Leon — 8/8 7-close at o'shea's! pass it on! — and that's exactly how much thought the Linc put into the joint birthday celebration. What's there to do? O'Shea's has everything they might need, and he already bought an ice cream cake from Chilled Creamery. A couple kind citizens (Phoebe, mostly) brought decorations, party hats and confetti scattered on tables, a happy birthday banner pinned to the back wall. The vibe is casual, come-and-go and the only instruction is don't let the birthday boy step behind the bar!

OOC DETAILS.

Event Length: 14th August — 19th August 2024.

Start time: 12pm ( EST ), 5pm ( GMT ).

This event is voluntary. If you are participating in the event, previous threads do not have to be paused or dropped. You can continue with normal interactions as usual.

Please tag all event related starters with our tag, #event.bh, and be sure to give some love to available open starters if applicable!

Any questions regarding this event can be directed to @leonwozniak, @themissing-linc or the main.

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @themissing-linc

"Guess what song played at the coffee shop this morning," Dee began, breaking a piece of her croissant and dipping it into the cup of coffee before her, "If you guess correctly, I'll help you fold the laundry." Dee had stopped by to drop off some bread and croissants she'd baked the previous night. It wasn't uncommon for her to appear with something for the family. Her and Kay used to spend so much time baking with one another, something that Dilara had originally sucked at but improved as her friendship with Kay grew. Now she made it her mission to come by with some new recipes or just to ensure everyone's staying alright. Making sure to keep Kay in good spirit before checking in on Linc and offering help wherever she could. "I'll even give you three tries."

[icxnvc]

After Remus had woken up, Dee waved him off to go back to the compartment with his friends, he would meet up with him in a minute. Then he made some comment about needing to pee and that seemed to do the trick. Except, the minute the door closed behind Remus, Deaglán curled himself into a ball and pressed as hard against the wall as he could. The tips of his fingers felt like they were tingling and his stomach was in absolute knots. If he could take back most of the last few hours he could. The whole talk with Remus, then James, then Peter, then, then, then, people just kept coming. People that didn’t care about him, just the boy sleeping on his leg. He should have kept his mouth shut, shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, none of it. 

In the depths of his anxiety, Deaglán never heard the compartment door open or a voice directed at him. He could only feel the tears threatening his eyes and the gentle quaking of his hands. It wasn’t until he caught the form of a person out of the corner of his eye that he jumped and looked up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Can I help you?” The form was still blurry through Dee’s tears, so he didn’t know who it was.

[wallflowermarls]

Marlene cursed herself for weighing her trunk with art supplies as she struggled to drag it down the corridor, looking for anywhere that she could spend the rest of the train ride. She couldn’t find her friends, or even an empty compartment to ride out the journey. If worst came to worst she could probably go find her brother and his friends but that would be awfully pathetic wouldn’t it? 

For a moment she paused, catching her breath when she heard someone coming up behind her, “I know, I know I’m blocking the corridor. I’m sorry. Just give me a sec, okay?”

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @themissing-linc outside Linc's window :P

There were plenty of places Dante could be at the moment, but instead of heeding all those warnings his better judgement tried to sell him, the musician stood outside with his guitar in hand. Ready to sing his way back into good graces with Lincoln, whether it worked or not. Dante wasn't stupid. He knew things weren't going to be that easy, but he wanted to show the other man that no amount of ignoring him was going to stop Dante from trying. Yes, he'd been stupid and clueless, and eventually became an ass without even realizing it, but he was trying to make amends as best as he could. Lincoln hadn't entirely dismissed the idea of him and Dante coming together the last time they spoke. In fact, if Dante remembered correctly he said I'll think about it. Certainly it's been enough time to think about it by now, right? Dante didn't bother to question himself anymore and began to run his fingers through his guitar. The familiar chords of The Past Recedes cutting through the silence of the night and hopefully making their way through Lincoln's slumber. Hear me it called and then Dante's voiced joined the plead. He ensured to pick the perfect song, knowing how much it meant for both of them since before the band even came together. Back when it was just the two of them talking about their dreams, and the places that they would go. When they played pretend in each other's room and performed like the whole world was watching. That's when Dante truly saw how special Lincoln was and just how bad he wanted to be in his life. There was no describing the fondness that formed over his heart.

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @themissing-linc

Dante stepped into O'shae's in search of his cousin only to find a Linc sitting at one end of the bar. The other man didn't seem to age a day in his life, it seemed. Not that it'd truly been that long since they last seen each other. He could tell his presence had been noticed by the other. It was in the way his body shifted towards him despite his head not quite looking at him yet. Dante smiled to himself, making his way towards bar, ordering himself a drink, and pointing towards Linc so they delivered it there. He took his time walking over, grabbing a seat slightly away with an open stool between them but he didn't bother disguising his stare. "You have such beautiful eyes, has anyone ever told you that? Captivating even. The kind that steals the breath away." Dante continued, licking his lips before continuing, "So overly calming that sometimes it feels dangerous. Like you could see straight through my very being." He could only smile when Linc met his eyes, "There they are. So pretty."