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[junoflores]

「 who 」 juno + open [ 0 / 3 ] @windsorbaystarters 「 where 」 crafty hands

             juno   was   a   recurring   visitor   in   the   craft   store.   it   was   hard   to   find   a   good   selection   of   clay   ,   paints   and   glazes   in   windsor   bay   and   this   was   the   only   store   that   had   some.   after   chatting   with   the   cashier   ,   asking   if   she   could   leave   a   few   business   cards   on   the   counter   as   promotion   for   her   instagram   store.   she'd   gotten   a   few   orders   since   the   last   market   day   and   it   felt   thrilling   to   know   that   people   actually   wanted   to   buy   things   that   they   had   made.   right   now   they   were   working   on   custom   trays   with   intricate   designs   on   them   ,   cute   and   quirky   and   out   of   the   cookie   cutter   mould.   "do   you   think   phthalo   green   would   look   good   with   cadmium   yellow   ?"   she   asked   the   only   other   patron   in   the   store.   "i   know   it   might   be   a   bit   ...   much   ,   but   if   i   keep   the   design   simple   and   the   lines   delicate   i   think   it   could   have   a   real   cool   effect   ?"

[christian-ford]

open starter (@windsorbaystarters) location: windsor bay grocers

What Windsor Bay Grocers offered, it offered in abundance. There wasn’t just color, there was vibrance; there wasn’t just busyness, there was a satisfied bustle that permeated the whole building. And there wasn’t just fun there, for Christian—there was genuine happiness. He loved the grocery store.

He did not, however, love what the grocery store was doing for him today.

There was one cart left. There were three people who needed one. Christian was just forming the words “You take it” (not exactly knowing which of them would) when one of them did, leaving Christian and somebody else high and dry.

“Well,” Christian said. He glanced backward at the parking lot, where there were some carts waiting in the corral to be returned. “Let’s head back outside. I saw carts there—I’m sorry, this is such a drag.” He gave them a conciliatory half-smile.

[zaydenhassani]

— windsor bay starters ; daring daiquiri.

there was comfort in watching other people put themselves on a stage for a room full of strangers and friends alike. he'd sipped in silence as someone read poetry, another played guitar, and the spot now was filled by someone telling jokes that weren't all that bad to a man who was five or six rounds deep.

"you know, i don't think i could ever get up there," he exhaled, the liquor easing the tension that was typically coiled tight in his chest. having grown up in the city, he'd long gotten used to striking up conversations with people he never ran into twice. unlike new york, he doubted windsor bay would compare. "what about you? have you ever been up on the big stage?" he turned slightly, angling himself more towards the person that he hoped wouldn't be annoyed by his attempt at conversation.

@windsorbaystarters

[clubrevenant]

open starter!! (@windsorbaystarters) || location: shooters!!

Nights at shooters had teeth. The kind that sank in slow — right around your third drink, when the jukebox hit something you swore you’d never admit to liking and the haze from the old overhead lights made everything feel just a little softer around the edges. Outside, the place still looked like it had been forgotten by time and forgiven by no one, but inside? Inside was her kingdom. Bex leaned against the bar, one boot propped up on the foot rail, fingers drumming against a chipped bottle opener like she was waiting on fate or trouble — whichever showed up first. Her hair was a little messy, like she’d run her hands through it too many times, and her black tank top had survived at least two beer spills and one idiot who thought calling her sweetheart was a good idea. “Alright,” she said, voice rough around the edges but still loud enough to cut through the low murmur of bad decisions and cheap whiskey. “I've had three couples make out in the corner, two people try to break up at table six, and one guy ask if we have pumpkin spice tequila. so unless one of you plans on catching fire or confessing a murder, it’s officially the most boring shift I've had all month.” She poured herself a shot — no lime, no chaser — and let it burn down like it owed her something. Then, with a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, she leaned in. “So, who’s got a story worth the spill? Bad hookup, good revenge, something you swore you’d take to the grave but won’t shut up about after two drinks?” Beat. “And don’t lie. I've got a nose for bullshit and a baseball bat in the back if you make me regret asking.”

[aprilrcse]

Open Starter: @windsorbaystarters Location: Main street Records

April was going through the records, finding something to add to her collection at least. Thanks to her mother for buying her a record player, she can play some old music that her late father used to blast on the stereo. She picked up one and glanced over at the other, "Do you think they're good or are they over hyped?" April asked as she held the vinyl of Gracie Abrams.

[cassixstclaire]

OPEN STARTER!

LOCATION: Java Junction

It wasn't super early in the morning, but Cassi didn't have the best night sleep. Her newest puppy, a german shepherd, decided to have the zoomies all night, and just when Cassi could feel herself falling asleep, the dog would jump on the bed startling her. "One iced caramel latte with cold foam please." She ordered, rumbling through her bag to tip the barista, and paying with her phone. She had a client in about 45 minutes, so she wanted to sit at the coffee shop a minute, have a sip of her coffee, before going into the nail salon and getting set up for the day. "Here, sorry, almost took all of them." She laughed, grabbing more napkins than needed, and handing them to the person next to her. "I'm clumsy, but I don't need this many." She said, before taking a sip of her coffee. @windsorbaystarters

[avanguyen]

Where: National Memorial Library

Who: Open for everyone @windsorbaystarters

A symphony of taps and clicks echoed from Ava's desk as she searched the library catalog, trying to find a book to read to her story time group the following week. Of course when she asked them for some suggestions at the end of their last session, the kids all erupted into a chorus of shouting different titles simultaneously. She racked her brain, trying to think of a few titles that stood out throughout the shouts. The brunette was so focused between scrolling through the computer and scribbling book titles down on a scrap piece of paper, that she almost didn't notice the person approaching the side of her desk. "Sorry, I almost didn't see you there," Ava apologized as a sweet smile started to spread across her face. "Can I help you with anything? Do you need help finding a book?"

[lucianavespa]

Starter for: Luciana & Open @windsorbaystarters Location: The Bark Park

Luciana had her 6 month old golden retriever, Waffles on his leash and when the two of them approached the park, she let him off leash knowing that he had learned to listen to her when she asked him to. He was also very friendly with other animals so that wasn't something that she had to worry about on her end. Luciana hung up the leash while Waffles took off and she turned towards the other person who was there, "It is so nice out today, i've been waiting for some warmer weather."

[signeholmstrom]

⇢ 🌼 STATUS ﹕open ⇢ 🌼 TAGGING ﹕signe + utp !! ( @windsorbaystarters ) ⇢ 🌼 LOCATION ﹕ magenta

The   dress   she   wore   was   her   very   own   design,   the   soft   rose   satin   draped   across   her   shoulders   and   cinched   at   the   waist.   She   hadn't   spent   much   time   at   Magenta,   let   alone   by   herself,   but   she'd   heard   that   patrons   who   wore   pink   received   a   discount   on   their   drinks   and   she   figured   there   was   no   better   way   to   take   her   new   design   out   for   a   spin.   She'd   filmed   a   "get   ready   with   me"   video   for   her   Instagram   right   before   leaving   the   house   so   she   hoped   one   way   or   another   to   get   some   buzz   going   for   her   designs. Signe   leaned   against   the   bar,   sipping   her   strawberry   margarita   out   of   her   twisty   straw   as   her   eyes   scanned   the   crowd.   The   room   was   filled   with   strangers,   familiar   faces,   and   someone   in   a   flamingo-pink   suit   who'd   clearly   taken   the   rumored   drink   discount   to   heart   like   she   had.   She   turned   to   the   person   who'd   come   to   occupy   the   space   beside   her.   "Hey,   sorry   to   bother   you,"   she   said,   leaning   in   to   speak   over   the   thud   of   the   music.   "Do   you   think   wearing   blush   counts   for   the   discount?   I   opened   a   tab,   so   I   don't   know   what   the   bartender   is   thinking."

[drholmstrom]

「  ✱  」  STATUS ﹕ open  . 

「  ✱  」  LOCATION ﹕ the book nook  . 

「  ✱  」  WITH ﹕ open ( @windsorbaystarters )

it  was  a  peaceful  place  to  work  when  his  own  study  grew  stale.  one  of  the  comfortable  little  reading  chairs  in  the  back   corner  of  the   book nook  was  søren’s  office  for  the  afternoon,  tapping  slowly  on  the  laptop  that  he  had  never  quite  learned  how  to  properly  use.  it  blew  his  mind  listening  to  his  daughter  type  sometimes,  her  fingers  dancing  across  the  keys  at  rocket  speed,  when  he  needed  to  squint  to  properly  discern  which  keys  corresponded  to   which  letters.  it  made  writing  up  his  clinic  letters  all  the  more  difficult.  “excuse  me,”  he  offered  a  kind  smile  to  the  person  closest  to  him,  raising  his  hand  as  though  asking for  the  cheque  in  a  restaurant,  “can  you  just  …  this  might  sound  ridiculous  …  is  this  an  S  or  a  Z  ?  ”

[adrianmasri]

⇝ @windsorbaystarters

WHERE: Main Street Records

WHEN: Weekday, 7:02 PM

What would he play? His shift, his choice, the rules were the rules at Main Street Records, but at the end of the day, what did they need to hear? 'They', or the one lone person in the store, shifting among the reprints with their back to Adrian. To be fair, it was half an hour before closing, but it didn't mean he couldn't go out with a bang. He thumbed through the selection behind the counter and picked up Leaf Hound's 'Growers of Mushroom', letting the vinyl spin against his fingertips before he set it on the record player and placed the needle down. The guitar, the bell, the electricity of Freelance Fiend filled the room, soaking up what was left of the evening light. Bringing out the air guitar was tempting, but with an almost rhythmic swivel of the shoulders, he found himself satisfied. The bell on the door rang. Someone new. He moved to the swivel chair by the register, sitting down and watching as someone else walked in from the door just a few paces to his left he started on what he'd been chiming all afternoon, "Welcome," He greeted, "Let me know if there's anything I can help you find."

[lilamendoza]

OPEN STARTER: @windsorbaystarters. LOCATION: Silver Moon Drive In - Pride Weekend.

Lila was excited for this - she loved queer films. She was especially excited to watch Bottoms, something that she enjoyed when she streamed it but didn't have the chance to see in cinemas. Movies were expensive in the city. She locked up her car and made her way to the stand to get some popcorn, and decided to make some conversation with the person in front of her. She needed to make some friends in this town, after all. "Are you a fan of any of these movies?" She asked.

[eleanorxsinclair]

open for @windsorbaystarters where: mug shot cafe

Elle claimed a small corner in the busy cafe with an oat milk vanilla latte and an almond croissant parked on the table in front of her. She'd been sitting there doing admin, and it was driving her a little bit nuts. Not something she'd ever get really used to. "Okay," She turned to the person next to her, who looked a little lonely. "What happened, your date stand you up or something?"

[sebasticnsteele]

Who: open to everyone @windsorbaystarters

Where: Picket Pantry

On his way home from an audition that was outside of the city, Sebastian made a quick pit stop to Picket Pantry to refuel with a soda and a snack. It was nearing almost ten o'clock at night and there were only a handful of cars int he parking lot. The bell on top of the door rang as he stepped inside, making a beeline for the fountain drinks. Since it was late into the evening, he opted out of any caffeinated beverages out of fear that he'd be awake for the rest of the night. Once his cup of Sprite was complete with a lid and straw, Sebastian wandered into the snack aisle to browse the selection. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted something sweet or savory, so he opted for one of each. A bag of BBQ chips was his first pick, while he eyed one last Rice Krispy treat. However there was another person close by who seemed to be looking in that general vicinity. "Do you mind if I grab the last Rice Krispy treat? Or did you have your heart set on it?" he asked with a charming smile as he approached the person.

[dylanamedinas]

open starter ➛ any! location ➛ bookmarked @windsorbaystarters

One thing Dylan enjoyed was a good book, often times, with his job continually keeping him on the computer for extended periods of time he needed to shut his brain off. Being the lead on the current cyber-security project, meant that lately he was pulling longer than twelve hour shifts. Delegation wasn't something that was Dylan's strong point, his manager pushing him to learn those techniques or he'd be loosing even more time. After making sure projects were given out and tasked properly, and with a click of a button his dual monitors and laptop faded to black. The rest of the day and the following two were all his to enjoy — or attempt to enjoy. Earlier that day he had placed a small order of books on hold but decided to go pick them up and do a little browsing before actually purchasing the books he already had there waiting for him.

Just as he was exiting one aisle, a few other books in his hand he went around too fast and bumped firmly into someone, sending his books spilling to the floor. "Shit — my bad." Turning to look at the person he had just knocked into and see if he had sent anything tumbling to the floor for them.

[bloomtide]

mug shot cafe / late morning / open starter

Another day's worth of errands were ahead of Becca and she was already dragging her feet. The bed was just too comfortable to leave when the alarm rang that morning, setting her schedule off enough to skip breakfast. The stop at Mug Shot was practically a requirement if she wanted anything done before dinner. Her attention is on the menu board, bouncing between the danish or a croissant, until she hears the barista speak to someone behind her. "Hm? Oh, sorry-" she has enough sense to laugh at herself as she steps to the side, "No, I'm not ready. You can go ahead of me." Not that it mattered; she always gets the same thing, anyway.