#themissing-linc

[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.

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

📜𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚗 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚑

If there was one thing about her agent, Angela, it was that the woman was able to keep a secret. No matter how much she tried to coax it out of her, Nilay wasn't too successful. She's spent weeks now mulling over what the project Angie wanted her to work on next. She said that it would be the biggest one of her career. (Well, second biggest, after her discovery of the second, secret library of Alexandria.) No matter every possible idea that crossed her mind, nothing really stuck. She's already had multiple docuseries that she's hosted out; She has already published some nonfiction books and one fiction book, what with her second fiction book on the Assyrian queen Semiramis releasing soon, and was working on her third fiction novel; Her channel and Instagram has gained both a hundred thousand more followers since the start of the year: What else could she possibly do that would outweigh all of that?

Well. If there was anything, at least it was keeping her mind occupied for a moment. The Egyptologist sighed, softly whistling to herself while she sat at a bench outside her management's building as she waited for Angie to show up, before grabbing her pack of Camel's from her purse. A recent habit she's gained, yet tried to keep secret still. With one cigarette between her lips, she groaned softly as she struggled to find her lighter in her purse. "Dammit," she grumbled, looking up and noticing someone walking her way. She plucked the unlit cig from her lips. "Hi, sorry! Do you have a lighter on you? I can't find mine." However, the closer he came, her brows slightly furrowed. He looked familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it...

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @themissing-linc

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝚗𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[thephoebeyates]

→ phoebe.yates94 uploaded a photo [august 6th 2024] > tagged: @themissing-linc

happiest birthdays to my little buddy ❤️thank you for being one of the bestest friends a fellow weaver ridge brat can have 🥳🎂

[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."

[isabelguzman]

who: @themissing-linc

where: his place

Isabel plops herself onto the couch next to him, pulling her legs up onto the cushion. "Tell me that your day was better than mine," she says as she puts her book down on the other side of her, leaning back against the couch. Her head turns to look over at him, a soft laugh leaves her. "I wish I could explain how much I miss it." She admits in a low tone of voice, her eyes focusing on him. "You, me, California." She bites on her lower lip. "Blue Harbor feels so... grown up."

[liamalexanderr]

who: liam & linc @themissing-linc where: farmer's market

IT WAS SLIGHTLY DISORIENTING to try and navigate crowded places, especially for liam, whose heightened sense of awareness sometimes felt like a double-edged sword. he had promised several people ( maya, els and cal to mention a few ) that he would start eating better and healthier. he could go to earthwave, but something about the memory of going to the farmer’s market with his mother on weekends tugged at him. he wanted to experience it again, to see if it was still as abundant and lively as he remembered. he was determined to find some good veggies and maybe some meat if he was lucky, but the amount of people crowding the narrow aisles made it difficult. he could hear the shuffling of feet and the occasional murmur of conversations, but the noise made it challenging to get his bearings. suddenly, he felt the shift of someone stepping into his path, and before he could react, he barely missed crashing into them. liam turned quickly and threw the person an apologetic smile. "oh, sorry, dude. i didn't see you there."

[clementinebriar]

[ OUTGOING SMS 📲 BABERAHAM LINCOLN 🎩 ]

CLEM: hey handsome 🫶 CLEM: can a girl get $30 @themissing-linc

[scarlettrxse]

[ SMS : lincoln logs 🎶 ]

scarlett: excuse me scarlett: do my eyes deceive me scarlett: are you in blue harbor???

@themissing-linc

[jacklynchh]

➥ location: blue harbor community hospital gardens ➥ status: closed for @themissing-linc

As a rule, Jack didn't really fuck with hospitals. He'd spent far too long getting to know the ins and outs of them, waiting by Grace's bedside and watching her slowly get sicker and sicker regardless of the doctors that surrounded her. The smell of disinfectant, bright white lights, and the noise of beeping monitors—it all drove him kind of nuts. There hadn't been many places to go other than the cafeteria at the hospital back home, no real sense of peace for visiting loved ones, a fact which had made an already terrible experience just a little bit worse. It was remembering that which made him suck it up and take the job offered by the local Blue Harbor hospital to fix up the gardens they'd opened for visitors and long term patients. They weren't huge, but there was enough to work with. Every few days Jack showed up and dug in—literally—hands in the dirt, focus on the work, tuning out the general hospital aura around him as best he good.

Today, however, the focus wasn't there. The year was nearing the anniversary of Grace's passing and it didn't seem to matter how hard he dug or how aggressively he pruned the summer roses, the memories wouldn't be kept at bay. Even the aphids destroying his asters weren't enough to distract him. Eventually he swore to himself loudly, throwing his trowel down a little harder than necessary, and tugged his gloves off to wipe the sweat from his forehead in annoyance. It wasn't until he turned around and startled at the sight of another man that he realised he wasn't alone in the quiet sanctuary. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, abashed at having disturbed the peace. “...fucking aphids, y'know?”

[archived-thecjwelford]

> Blue Lanes (Baller Birthday Party). For @themissing-linc

Despite the younger man's close bond with Seb, Linc and CJ never really hung out one-on-one since the guy returned from LA. With Seb at the apartment, sure. But that was usually a big group hang or like a party.

And yeah this was technically a party too. But it was like, less crowded because of the size of it. And he saw Linc with a couple of people who were like, less important right now, and ambled up to him. "Linc-ky!" He announced, giving him a shoulder pat. "'Sup dude? Been here long? Iunno where Seb is —," He glanced about, as if his roommate-turned-spouse would just spawn out of thin air. Last he saw, a very stern woman with a Trunchbull bun and a Blue Lanes jacket was telling him off, finger wagging and anything but whatever happened, he'd get Wren to fix it in the morning. Whatever, he turned back to the Linc with a grin. "Let me get you a drink, my man!"

[tefibetancourt]

availability / @themissing-linc setting / the waterway diner

it was a customer service job like any other. tefi had worked as a waitress on and off for over a decade, and the only thing that really changed was which restaurant she worked at. the drama was typically the same (hosts hooking up with cooks; bartenders hooking up with servers; married managers hooking up with anyone but their spouses; stealing tables and tips) and the food was usually frozen beforehand and reheated in the kitchen. it was the customers that brought spice to work. largely, in all restaurants, they were the same; annoying, demanding, easily forgettable. sometimes, though, they were amazing—big tippers, super hot, funny, some came from all over the world. those special few were the only things that separated days, that let tefi know she wasn’t going crazy and the world wasn’t passing her by as she was stuck in fucking illinois. 

the only thing that made today different in her mind was her current customer, a man just sat in her section. tefi recognized him instantly. they had met last week at the bar, she flirted with him heavily, but she was distracted by another patron before she could grab his number or, as she had hoped, spend the night with him. glittery purple server book in hand and ugly black apron fixed around her waist, she approached the table. “hey!” tefi waved, slightly too eager. “i'm tefi... do you remember me? from o’sheas?” she glanced over her shoulder at her manager, looking displeased over by the bar. “i’ll be your server tonight. how are you, can i start you off with a drink?” she finished her robotic speech with the standard overly pleasant customer service voice.

[dahliayoung]

@ruairimacarthy @themissing-linc

[thephoebeyates]

> Gulp 'n' Go Rooftop. For @themissing-linc

"Hold!" Phoebe commanded, shoving her Drumstick cone to Linc, who had managed to secure himself on the rooftop, allowing herself a free hand so she could balance herself and hoist up. Decades of doing this, and it was always this particular moment where Phoebe ended up losing her balance and would almost plunge to her death if her hands were full with snacks. Once she was secure, legs dangling off the edge, she held her hand out for her ice cream to be rightfully returned to her. "Thank you. Ugh, I've been waiting all year for the weather to get decent enough to do this again." Granted, Phoebe's own apartment had a small balcony, but this was fun, nostalgic.

[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.

[blueharborhq]

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