#redford.starter

[windsiintheeast]

open starter for ANYONE at the REDFORD PUBLIC LIBRARY

Meyers isn’t particularly worried as he treads lightly across the carpeted floors of the library. The woman at the desk had been vague when she complained about someone in the back corner who was up to something, but Meyers figures it’s one of the usual situations.

The little alcove in the back of the library has been a mild headache ever since it appeared in the 1987 remodel. It’s secluded from the rest of the library, and it can be a cozy, private space to unwind, or to avoid unwanted attention. Meyers’ predecessor had tried to stuff it full of book carts to discourage horny teenagers or “unseemly” people lurking in the shadows, and the efforts weren’t necessarily successful. But Meyers remembers before then, when it was the nicest seat in the building. So he’s put in a cozy chair, a warm lamp, and a small table, trying to emulate that quiet, comfortable spot he nearly fought other kids for on multiple occasions. 

For the most part, it’s fine, which is the way it goes in all public libraries. Every once in a while he gently breaks up a makeout session. He’s had to remove a member of the Silent from that spot more than once– he won’t tolerate smoking in the library. And every now and then, a patron complains about someone sleeping back there, but Meyers always lets them lie until closing (or perhaps a little longer). 

He doesn’t hear anything unusual as he makes his way over, nodding and waving at a few of his regulars as he goes. He doesn’t always rely on his hearing, but the library is quiet for the moment, and he’s sure he would have been able to pick out anything strange. But when he rounds the corner, he’s surprised at what he finds.

[mothborn]

who: open! where: beaver liquors.

"Let's see...cheap red wine or cheap red wine?" Sol mulls over his choices (or lack of choices, really) tapping his chin as if the thought is deep. Really, what he wants is to pop open every bottle and start downing them in a line. What if he drank the store, he thinks. Do they have wine up in Departure heaven, he wonders. Is it the cheap stuff? "Hey." He turns to the person approaching in the aisle. "Do you know any cocktail recipes or anything like that? Hopin' to trying something'...new." He pauses. "Or maybe strong is what I mean." He pauses again. "Or maybe somethin' weird."

[hcneybone]

open starter for anyone at dove lake

"Litter is so much more noticeable these days. I think my eyes always glazed over before. It was part of the landscape. Now, when I see an empty coffee cup on the sidewalk, it's all I pay attention to." Duckie shakes his head, disappointment in humanity imbued in his expression. "Getting it in the trash can is kind of the bare minimum, don't you think?"