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Here's a list of the most recent starters:

Cressida Wynter

Sloane Whitmore

Asher Maddox

Rafe Cameron

Dylan Jackson

Belle Montrose

Mary Bowder

Jordan Barnes

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The rooftop bar buzzed with curated laughter, overpriced cocktails, and people pretending they weren’t watching each other. Cressida Wynter, all black silk and red lips, leaned against the railing with a glass of something expensive and entirely untouched. Her eyes scanned the skyline, but her attention was clearly elsewhere—like she was waiting for someone... or maybe daring the wrong person to speak to her. Without turning, she murmured just loud enough to be heard, “If you’re going to stare, darling, at least come say something clever.” @ggstarterblog

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"Okay, okay, I am here now, so let's sit, eat some good food and catch up." Sloane smiled and put a hand on her cheek. "Seriously, I missed you, so let's take all the time we can for this." @ggstarterblog

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One thing Asher loved most about this time of year was the fact that he could go to the beach and be outside more and today was one of those days where he was outside and not worrying about grading papers or worrying about students.

Taking off his sunglasses when he spotted someone he knew, he couldn't help but walk up to them and said in a joking tone, "Fancy meeting you here. Small island huh?" @ggstarterblog

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"I actually think that is a horrible idea." Rafe admitted and looked at the person he was at the bar with. "Trust me, I know something about shady deals and that doesn't sound right. None of it does." @ggstarterblog

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"I know, I'm late, but I'm here now and I brought of bottle of wine! So how about we crack this open, drink and catch up?" @ggstarterblog

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Isabelle sat hunched over the bar, mascara streaked down her cheeks, fingers trembling around her half-empty glass. The tears had stopped and started so many times she'd lost count. She wasn't even sure if she was crying from heartbreak or rage anymore, the line had blurred hours ago.

Then, footsteps. Her shoulders tensed. "What? Came to laugh again? I swear to God, Ryan! I will have security drag you out by the throat! I own this place and I'll have you banned!" But it wasn't him. It wasn’t the boy who had two-timed her or the girl who had ruined her. It was someone else.

"Sorry." She breathed, suddenly small in the space around her. She turned back to her drink, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "Thought you were someone else."

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Mary was still window shopping for the next gossip girl event, she wanted something whimsical, something out of all of the books she had been reading, but it was proving tough to find anything that suited those standards. Looking towards her friend that came with her, she shrugged. " Still nothing .. at this rate, I'm RSVP-ing no to gossip girl. "

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"I know technically tourist season never ends here in the city, but you can always tell when there's an uptick in tourism because of how ven more chaotic Manhattan gets. Especially around Times Square." Jordan chuckled and leaned back in his chair outside of the cafe he had been eating at with someone.

His eyes scanned the crowded sidewalk and they landed on a couple that was clearly trying to navigate around people and looked back at the person he was with. "At least we get some good entertainment out of it." He chuckled. @ggstarterblog

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Here's a list of the most recent starters:

Milo Rutherford

Barry Cirillo

Cassian Holloway

Dean Adler

Luca Navarro

Evelyn Simms

Imogen Barnes

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The breeze coming off the river tugged gently at Milo’s collar as he leaned over the railing, eyes tracing the slow churn of the current below. The evening sun cast long streaks of gold across the water, broken only by the occasional ripple of a passing ferry or a drifting gull. Behind him, the low hum of the city pressed on—honking horns, laughter from a rooftop bar, the distant rumble of the subway beneath the pavement.

Milo didn’t turn when the footsteps approached. He just smiled faintly, recognizing the gait before the voice.

“You’re late,” he said, not unkindly, still watching the water. “But it’s alright. I needed the quiet.”

He straightened and turned, hands slipping into his jacket pockets. The weight in his chest had settled into something quieter over the years, but tonight, for some reason, it stirred again.

“Funny how this spot never changes, huh?” he said, glancing out at the skyline. “Still smells like salt and engine grease. Still feels like a good place to tell the truth, or maybe lie really well.” He laughed once, short and soft.

Then he looked back, eyes clearer now. “Anyway—look, before we get into anything heavy, I was thinking. You hungry? I passed this tiny ramen place in Hell’s Kitchen on the way here—looked like the kind of hole-in-the-wall that’s either amazing or gives you food poisoning. Wanna roll the dice?” @ggstarterblog

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The hum of the city seeped through the half-open window as Barry set his phone face-down on the table. Outside, horns flared and someone shouted joyfully from a passing bike, but inside the little diner, the clink of cutlery and soft jazz spilling from the speaker above offered a strange kind of calm. Barry sat alone in the booth, a half-empty cup of black coffee in front of him, steam curling lazily toward the ceiling fan.

He stared at the phone for a moment longer, then exhaled sharply through his nose and leaned back, draping one arm across the back of the booth like he was trying to shake something off.

“That was...something,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Guy barely said anything. Just kept asking if I was ‘still good for Thursday.’ Like I was supposed to know what that meant.” He snorted softly, more amused than worried now. “Didn’t even say his name. Whole thing felt like one of those prank calls we used to make in middle school.”

He picked up the cup, took a sip, then glanced out the window like he was ready to move on from whatever that had been.

“You know what? Let’s not think about it. It’s Saturday, it’s warm, and we’ve been sitting in this booth for an hour like retirees in a Florida Waffle House. What do you say we head into Manhattan? Catch a late lunch somewhere uptown, maybe hit that little bookstore on 10th? You remember the one—with the creaky floors and the cat that sleeps in the philosophy section?”

He smiled, already picturing it. “Come on. Feels like a Manhattan kind of day.” @ggstarterblog

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"Some fucking dickhead got mad at me in McDonald's earlier today and compared me to Jared Leto's Joker all because of my looks and because I said I didn't want to date his girlfriend. I only know it was his girlfriend because he came up to me and was like 'Hey man, you wanna date my girlfriend?'" He shook his head.

"First off, that's fucked up, if you're not happy in a relationship, second off, I take offense to being compared to that Joker. At least compare me to Heath or someone." He shook his head slightly and laughed. "Anyways, what's been going on with you? An crazy stories?" @ggstarterblog

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"You know, it's good to know that Gossip Girl hasn't lost her edge or whatever she wants to call it in my few months away." Dean gave a dry laugh and shook his head. "And here I was hoping to come back without being on her radar, should have known that that wasn't going to happen." @ggstarterblog

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"I told you, nachos and drinks were just the cure for whatever funk you were in. Now sit back, eat and drink and don't let any cares or worries get to you." @ggstarterblog

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"I fell down a rabit hole of watching true crime on Hulu and watched the Fox Hollow Murders and that Marc guy rubbed me the wrong way. He for sure had something to do with all of that." @ggstarterblog

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After doing what Gossip Girl had asked her to do so her secret could stay safe, Imogen was in need of a drink and a place where she wouldn't be judged by anything. Walking into Skinny Dennis, she made a beeline for the bathroom to wash her hands and came out a moment later and went to the bar. Order a One Pound Margarita, she leaned against the bar and smiled when she saw someone that she knew. "Come over here! I'll pay for your drink!" She called out. @ggstarterblog