#open.starter

[declan-jackson]

OPEN STARTER @aurorabaystarter CLOSED

"I got this henna yesterday after I was in the beer garden and five beers deep."

Which is precisely when he shouldn't be making any decisions, but Dec holds his arm out where the stretch of something is drawn in a red-brown from wrist to elbow.

"What do you think it is?"

[paintedgxld]

open starter, on the way to the bar

charlotte delicately placed her sunglasses on, careful to use her hair to frame her face as she made her way down the busy street. it seemed many had gotten the memo to come to the bar for a drink, in honor of her dearly departed sister. unfortunate for her, since that's exactly what she'd wanted to do from the moment she got the news. numb her feelings, clear her mind. at least three shots would do it, and then she could leave. that would be the plan, until all the friendly faces recognized her. "please don't say you're sorry for my loss," she pleaded as they approached her. "if you want to make me feel better, you can buy me a drink."

[apuppetmuseum]

"I believe some mysteries should never be solved..." Perhaps he shouldn't admit so aloud, considering he was a detective at the end of the day. "For example, UFOs and other supernatural phenomena...Many people harbor their dreams and fantasies in those kinds of mysteries, so shattering them....is simply cruel..."

"Besides...." He starts again, before trailing off and bringing his hand up to his chin in thought.

[undrssed]

" what the fuck are you doing here ? " vic asks , surprised to see his ex at the same party as him . " you know this is my friends party . . so why would you show up ? "

[dios-teo]

late post-quest starter (open)

"Thank you for being here with me. I know it's a bit of a ridiculous ask, but I'll definitely make it up to you later." Mateo thanks the half god that has decided to join him in his house. He wasn't sure what exactly in the backrooms had effected him this way, but Mateo wasn't happy about it. All that emptiness along with the repetitive walls. Mateo had thought those walls would have been his permanent home had he strayed. Luckily he was with the other half gods on this mission. But even then, Mateo felt this anxiousness to not be left alone. Unfortunately, it extended beyond the confines of the backrooms.

"Most likely when whatever I've caught from the backrooms subsides."

He felt like a needy puppy, having to basically beg this person to stay with him, at least for tonight. It was definitely something he didn't want to do, but needed. He's definitely read a couple of webnovels that started out this way. Mateo's eyes give the person with him an apologetic look, hoping at least they were at least pleasant company to be around.

"Well, that's enough about me..." He breathes out, trying to hide the shuddering breath he releases. "How about you? How have you been?"

[trucgrit]

Location: the dock

Time: early morning, seconds before it hits daylight

it was his walking hours, just between the hours of four in the morning and six in the mornings. the family home was empty and so was he. it was quite a nice day for early spring, but he could tell that a storm was coming soon. the steady of the flame of the candlelight was blowing wildly by the open window said something in fergal’s mind. but the second fergal walked outside again, he has felt grounded. fergal just needs to remember to go touch grass these days. he lets his arm rest against the railings of the old rusted railing. He stares down at the water, wondering what it might be if he had just fallen in, lifelessly and the waves took him away, he wouldn’t mind that death, honestly. he hears the footsteps behind him as he turns around and leans against the railing, turning to face the person. despite the push for needing to fall over, his appearance changes at the sound of the cracking tree branches underneath their feet, he perks up like a deer in headlights. “ah yes," fergal says calmly. keep himself calm and collected; because that was all that fergal was here to do. “sorry i was just taking in the fresh air, it’s weird how fresh air can keep people so collected these days, isn’t it?” he asks, leaning against the railing and shoving his hands in his pockets. “what are you doing up this early?”

[mirrorsoftheotherself]

There is now a stray Persona User piggyback-riding on his Persona, floating through Mementos....

"...I mean, I'm not complaining? But you're... Sure about this?"

"Only until the next rest stop. Wherever that is."

"Plus, if we get jumped, we're both technically at the ready? Just a leap off your shoulders and we've got some kind of hit in."

"We stick out like a sore thumb."

"When do we not?"

".....Point taken."

[g00eyw0mb]

open starter || eli @arst-starters

he's fast, but not quite fast enough to catch the leash slipping through his fingers. the dog darts faster than his three legs can keep up, bumbling on concrete. it's cute, but there's something about the grey hairs in his muzzle that suggest perhaps one should stop him. when he finally does come to a stop, eli is on his tail (haha).

"He's friendly--!" is the first thing to come out of his mouth, along with a laugh that says please don't react poorly, "Maybe too friendly..."

[agenthamlct]

DATE: The present LOCATION: anywhere! Day drinking the day became normal for Hamlet, as alcohol at a controlled pace brought more ease to his brain than any meds his doctor thought of prescribing. He couldn’t get his sister out of his head no matter how hard he tried - the alcohol made these memories more bearable. No one knew his sister like he had, but her death had been hard on everyone within the agency because of how beloved she was by all. Hamlet was nowhere near as liked as her, but that’s what made he truly special. Agent Hathaway was obviously not her real name, but he’d grown so used to calling her that for 5 years it really started to stick. The two of them grew up with dirt poor parents who provided the best for them but unfortunately fell victim to the oppression and damning cycle of poverty. They were basically children when they were thrown out into the world alone after their parents were imprisoned, and have been there for one another through hell and high water. Losing his sister changed him in ways he never thought would happen. Memories of his sister sometimes follow a terrible pain in his stomach that was caused by the guilt of his false promise long ago that they would survive being agents of the Pantheon. It was Hamlet that convinced her after her original skepticism of joining, and unfortunately, that ended up getting her killed.

Hamlet’s mind tended to wander as his thoughts pulled him from reality. This was his 4th beer and going on his second shot of tequila. He paid with one of his visa cards that he deposited money on and would toss after exiting the country. The bartender would occasionally try to make small talk with him, but Hamlet would respond with one-liners in hopes of being left alone. The bar wasn’t crowded, just as he wanted, and he’d been able to drown out the sounds of others around him with whatever shitty bar music was blaring over the loudspeaker. After he finished his beer, he quickly ordered another round for himself along with another shit of tequila. Hamlet swallowed the tequila like it was nothing, as the ‘nasty taste’ people often described was no longer a problem for him. He could finally feel the familiar head buzz coming on, taking a deep breath at the soothing feeling beginning to rush over his body and ease at his mind. That’s when Hamlet noticed the familiar face standing next to him, an immediate chuckle following the realization. “Sorry, my boyfriend is in the bathroom but he’ll be out soon. If you’re looking for someone, the bartender has been trying to talk my ear off. I’m sure you’ll get along quite nicely.” Hamlet teased before taking a giant swig of his beer. “What brings you here? Kinda random, don’t ya think?”

[zoradavisjohnson]

where: z’s

who: anyone !! (open)

when: 10:17 a.m., february 18

Juggling an overstuffed tote bag and a tall mug filled to the brim with matcha tea, Zora skillfully tugged out her key ring and unlocked the door to Z’s. She cleared a space on the cluttered counter for her drink and returned to the door, wedging a painted wooden doorstop underneath it. She’d putt off buying a real “open/closed” sign, instead opting for a fitting “sorry we’re stoned.” The open door was her way of communicating to the residents of Charming that she was open for business-- even if it was mostly the cats who came and went. 

As the sole owner, Zora also took on the role of stocker. Thankfully, there was no real rhyme or reason to the shop, so “stocking” really meant just finding a cranny for new wares. She’d spent a lonely evening pricing a new shipment of crystals and drinking. 

Hearing footsteps at the door, Zora turned on her heel. “Morning,” she smiled, making her way to the front of the shop. “Anything I can help you find?” 

[ncuromancy]

starter for open

“...and then jan looked at me like her computer crashing was all my fault,” galen finishes his rant, throwing his arms up in exasperation.  one of his hands collides with something solid, and before he knows it there’s a hot liquid spilling down his arm- he’d gotten too enthusiastic and knocked into someone’s cup of coffee as they passed behind him.  “ah, fuck, i’m sorry,” he says, spinning around and grabbing a handful of napkins.  “fuck, man, d’you drink this shit straight out of mount doom or something?  shit’s hot.”

[paintedgxld]

open starter; the courtyard

cash has his eyes on the prize while his legs do their due diligence in propelling him forward, making way in a timely - yet sophisticated manner. not an ounce impolite. as he rounds the edge, he sees another sitting in his favorite spot. "is this seat taken?" cash asks with curious eyes and arms full of books. "i swear, my intent is not to bother you." he is already placing books delicately on the stone bench that envelopes the fountain. the bag slung over his shoulder tumbles to the ground delicately. "this spot has the best view is all," he offers a smile with a meek shrugging of his shoulders.

[apuppetmuseum]

"When I was young...my parents would always discipline me by locking me in a storage room." Vivia started his explanation, for what seems like the hundredth time. But, it was a good memory for him, so he didn't mind explaining why he preferred small cramped places over a bed or a couch for his rest. "When I'm in here," motioning to the small cramped space he just crawled out of. "I can relive those memories..."

[undrssed]

" thanks for letting me stay the night . . " alara gives a soft smile as she places her things down . " i feel bad giving you such short notice . . "

[alicexxwhite]

open

It was funny how even after spending all day in the studio, the moment she clocked out all Alice wanted to do was dance. Tonight she was at The Outlaw, a usual spot for her. It was fun since the music they played here wasn’t anything they’d ever listen to at the studio and it gave her a chance to be a little freer. After catching eyes with a stranger more than once the blonde waited for the song to end before leaving her group of friends to approach the stranger with a wide smile.

“Hey. You know you can come join us, right? We don’t bite.”

[dahlia--chen]

“Where in the world did I put that book? My quill? Is this my seat?” She glanced around the desk she’d chosen to work on her essays in Runes and Defense against the Dark Arts. Everything was right here before she’d gone to use the restroom now that she was back either she was at the wrong desk or her stuff had been moved.