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brown eyes flit down to the other person, then back up to the marquee as they try to pick a movie. they didn’t have many friends to see movies with, and the ones they had were busy during prime movie watching hours (ie, after work, like today.) “i’m not, sadly. they don’t catch me, and i know,” robin says, wringing their hands together, “big daddy is a terrible name for a movie. but it has adam sandler, i think he can be funny. i’m not a big comedy person. but i can step out of my routine.” routine was something intricate to them, yet simple. they had a plan for every interaction they had, and every second of their life. right now? simone was going off script. it was confusing, to say the least. it was the opposite of what they liked. determining  causes of death was something they could do in their sleep, and identifying blunt force trauma and figuring out times of death was like a cakewalk. they hadn’t had much experience with interacting with new people, so the challenge was something they accepted with open arms.  “do you want to try that out? or we can go somewhere else? puggy’s has the best lemon bars. we can sit there and observe the people if you don’t want to see the movie. but i think the movie is the best option. nothing but silence, that is, if you like silence.” 

who : @anchoragestarters where : maiden alley cinema when : february 20th  cap : 0/4

ROBIN’S TOP PRIORITY WOULD ALWAYS BE THEIR WORK.  it was the very thing that defined them and who they were. they were a medical examiner, first and foremost, and they took pride in that. the few people they allowed close to them would say that they were too rigid, but they didn’t know any other way to be. work was their life, outside of a few friends here and there. their routine was monotonous, and for the most part, they liked it that way. come to work, examine a few bodies, get lemon bars from puggy’s and relax on the couch with their cat, mindy. it was simple, but it worked for them. on some days, however, the routine changed. instead of going straight to their house to watch a movie at home, robin sometimes preferred the atmosphere of a movie theater. they didn’t care much for the messiness of the people there. usually, they saved internal comments of their chaos and unruliness to mindy, but having others around that relished in the same pleasure as they did? that brought them joy, even if only for a few hours. currently, they were outside of the cinema, looking up at the marquees for the films they would be showing. usually, robin was meticulous, and pretty good at making decisions, having researched the movies beforehand to pick one they liked. today, however, they were stuck in a loop. they kept comparing all of the options, and while a few of them seemed like something robin would like, they couldn’t quite pick just one. spotting someone nearby, they quickly made their way over to them. “excuse me?” they said, clearing their throat. they shifted awkwardly, trying to think of something to do with their hands. “I hate to have to ask this, but could you pick a movie for me to see? or if i should see a movie at all?” ( they hated having to ask for help, it was beneath them.) “i’m torn between this and just staying home with my cat. it’s a tense time, and i know we’re all trying to find some way to relax.”

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there was something about sweets that just grabbed marisol’s attention. she loved everything sweet, savory, whatever. so, the creamery seemed to be as good of a place to satisfy those cravings. as she stood in line, waiting for her double scoop of vanilla and strawberry, marisol flashed back to days with her grandmother, getting ice cream after band practice. days like those with louise hit harder now that she was gone, it was like she was missing part of herself. she hadn’t stayed even a day after the funeral, packing up the apartment and leaving for anchorage as soon as she could. days like today reminded her of all she left behind. it was rough, starting over someplace with no one by your side to help you out. but at least she had reina and tulip. they were her family now, and that was enough. her hands shook slightly as she waited, and she scanned the walls, looking at the colorful patterns that adorned them. they were met with an impact, and as the person stumbled back, so did she. “you’re totally okay!” marisol says with a grin, holding out her arms in an attempt to catch him. “I’m okay?” she lets out a breath of air. “i’m alright! but what about you? didn’t want you hitting your head there. what are you getting? ”

@anchoragestarters ; the creamery ice cream and coffee bar, february 25

reacquainting oneself with the world was, as it turned out, more than just a bit of work. fortunately, he had been smart enough not to fling himself into the deep end of it, unlike what would have been expected of him back home, where the industry would have pushed for a quicker return; their way of handling things had certain room for improvement. instead, he had been patient, taken his time, and eased himself back into the rhythms of life—something unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed. the strangeness of returning to the creamery had dulled, manageable now, unease no longer curling in his stomach with every movement he made behind the counter. there were only so many times he could offer the same gentle refusals, could tell well-meaning or otherwise strangers that no, he didn’t want to talk about the whole spectacle of going missing and turning up a month later with one less kidney. thank you very much. it wasn’t exactly a nice topic, anyway, was it? the worst of it, at least, seemed to had passed. it was a relaxing evening, the snow gently falling outside—nikolai liked watching the snow, liked how quiet it was. rounding the corner as he left the counter, he accidentally bumped into someone, quick to startle back. “ whoops! i’m so sorry, ” he spoke, “ are you okay? ”

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as he looks around the restaurant, diego taps his foot anxiously against the table. he wrings his hands together, watching the people as he tries to make the time pass. seeing someone approach, his attention snaps to kenny as he watches her beeline for his seat. “i’m actually waiting for my-” diego begins, but once she’s sat down, he doesn’t continue speaking. his manager could wait, anyway. joan had wanted to discuss him possibly getting back into tv. he’d told joan a million times that he was happy being away from all that, only doing small shows at single carrot, but she was persistent. so, he quite enjoyed the distraction of kenny sitting next to him. he takes in her appearance for a moment, and instantly, he knows that this is someone he’ll have a great time with. when she offers to buy his meal, he holds out a hand, as if to say stop. “I appreciate it, but you really don’t have to do that! i don’t want to put that on you. “ waving a hand, he finally picks up the menu in front of him, before once again peeking around at the patrons of the restaurant. “hm…” he muses, weighing all the options. “see, i could go cinnamon apple, or i could go cheesecake stuffed, or chocolate. man i love chocolate. i think i’m gonna go chocolate. i’ve got a big sweet tooth, if you can’t tell.” there was something in the way she adjusted so quickly to being next to him, he appreciated the way she rolled with the punches. "uh, you should get mimosas. i can get one too, but i don’t drink a lot.” he holds out a hand. “i’m diego! yes, like go diego go. i promise, i was named before the show. my friends call me diggy, though.”

@anchoragestarters kenny + ??? : march 16, mid - morning @ brunch a nonsense

"'scuse me, this seat taken? kay, thanks!" kenny had booked it from her chosen seat in the middle of the restaurant, forfeiting the view of the kitchen for one that provided a perfect spot for people watching. one of kenny's many useless hobbies, all of them which she found had the same amount of levity. she wasn't discouraged by the lone patron sitting exactly where she was fixated on, a stupid smile greeting the stranger as kenny made herself comfortable in the opposite seat. clearing her throat, she picked up the menu and resumed scanning the selections, as if she hadn't frequented the place ever since its grand opening. "oh, don't worry, btw, i'll buy yours, too," flicking her hand around dismissively, she hummed under her breath and thinned her eyes at the special advertised in the corner of the menu. "i think imma go with a stack of cinnamon apple pancakes. sounds like it'll be worth the stomach ache later. what about you? are you more of a sweet or savory type?" it was a strange gift she bore, transforming rooms she graced by pretending like she was far more comfortable in the outside world than she actually felt. she knew she was a social pariah, at least it seemed that way in her inner machinations and from the verbal berating afforded by her father, but greeting strangers and brightening their days had conveniently disputed that image. "we should get screwdrivers, too. or mimosas? mimosas sound fancier."

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who : @anchoragestarters where : maiden alley cinema when : february 20th  cap : 0/4

ROBIN’S TOP PRIORITY WOULD ALWAYS BE THEIR WORK.  it was the very thing that defined them and who they were. they were a medical examiner, first and foremost, and they took pride in that. the few people they allowed close to them would say that they were too rigid, but they didn’t know any other way to be. work was their life, outside of a few friends here and there. their routine was monotonous, and for the most part, they liked it that way. come to work, examine a few bodies, get lemon bars from puggy’s and relax on the couch with their cat, mindy. it was simple, but it worked for them. on some days, however, the routine changed. instead of going straight to their house to watch a movie at home, robin sometimes preferred the atmosphere of a movie theater. they didn’t care much for the messiness of the people there. usually, they saved internal comments of their chaos and unruliness to mindy, but having others around that relished in the same pleasure as they did? that brought them joy, even if only for a few hours. currently, they were outside of the cinema, looking up at the marquees for the films they would be showing. usually, robin was meticulous, and pretty good at making decisions, having researched the movies beforehand to pick one they liked. today, however, they were stuck in a loop. they kept comparing all of the options, and while a few of them seemed like something robin would like, they couldn’t quite pick just one. spotting someone nearby, they quickly made their way over to them. “excuse me?” they said, clearing their throat. they shifted awkwardly, trying to think of something to do with their hands. “I hate to have to ask this, but could you pick a movie for me to see? or if i should see a movie at all?” ( they hated having to ask for help, it was beneath them.) “i’m torn between this and just staying home with my cat. it’s a tense time, and i know we’re all trying to find some way to relax.”

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marisol liked to think she was a family-oriented person. she cherished love and the closeness that came with being with people she adored. she also loved love itself, what a shocker, huh? she was always searching for a bit of love in the world, whether that be something as simple as helping someone on the street, to elaborate romantic gestures like getting everyone in the building to help ask out your crush to the prom ( which, she did. it was a bit of a success, not to brag ). when it came to love, marisol had to admit, valentine’s day was her holiday. valentine’s day was a holiday that she routinely celebrated, even if that meant getting her grandma lou some flowers and taking her out to dinner. but this was the first time in a while that marisol had someone to actually spend the day with. the lines between friendship and something more were a bit blurry when it came to reina. marisol didn’t know if they were just friends who fell into bed together, or of they were something more. the lines had only become even blurrier with the addition of tulip into the picture.  she loved that little flower bud, and marisol knew that she would be around in tulip’s life for the long haul. she didn’t know in what capacity, but she wasn’t going anywhere. after a long night of trying ( and failing ) to get tulip to fall asleep, marisol was completely and utterly exhausted. so, after setting about fifty alarms to make sure she got up on time, she went to sleep. in the morning, after not hearing any of her alams, marisol felt something against her cheek. even though she was still half asleep, she knew who it was. “rei,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep, “i don’t mind at all.. i.. what day is it?”  at the mention of surprises, she perked up a bit. “oh, surprises huh? i can’t wait to see.” slowly, she shifts in an attempt to get up. “what’s for breakfast?”

@unwritcns reina + marisol : february 14, mid-morning @ their apartment

reina liked to think she wasn't too presumptuous. which is why she also wasn't entirely sure if celebrating valentine's day with her roommate would be appropriate. okay, their relationship was a little more complicated than that; marisol was her roommate who she occasionally fell into bed with, typically on the later nights wherein they're equally exhausted after wrestling tulip to bed, and who ruled reina's every thought while having a vice grip on the ventricles of her heart. a hopeless romantic, it was proving difficult for her to pretend like she was a casual girl. she absolutely was not. she felt everything so deeply and so much all the time, what kind of chance did she ever think she stood? perhaps she was hoping that she could become that person, a girl that didn't care, that indulged in something without committing fully, but it wasn't going to happen so long as she had marisol in her life. she tried to reason it in her mind; all while browsing a selection of luscious bouquets at the flower basket, selecting the best aged wine they sold at giant, and purchasing a box of varied chocolates. by the time she returned to her beloved yellow-painted beetle, she had decided fuck it. after arranging the gifts on the kitchen isle, she tiptoed into the guest bedroom and gently sat beside marisol's sleeping form. "sol," she whispered, reaching her fingers out and brushing them against the other's cheek. "morning. i let you sleep in some, hope you don't mind." there was a smile ever-present on her lips whenever she was around marisol, something she never encountered with anyone else. "got some surprises for you in the kitchen. wanna come see while i make us breakfast?"

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diego hadn't had much reason to be in the town square. honestly, he was bored out of his goddamn mind, and no amount of sketching or trying to come up with lego ideas helped. so when he found damiar all alone, he thought it was the perfect chance to step out of his bubble around the theatre. sitting down, he lets his legs hang from the edge of the concrete as he speaks. “I haven’t been here long, but this place seems insane,” the former actor hums, as he fiddles with his thumbs. he wasn’t much for a good murder mystery, but he figured diving into the mystery of anchorage could be fun. “woopdedoo tragedy for you!” he exclaims with false glee, trying to match the other. diego was semi familiar with anchorage and its ways, only having been here a year, but he still found the constant murder and tragedy unsettling “you said could be me?” he says in shock, head tilting back as he does so. “don’t wish that on me, dude. i don’t want to end up on a milk carton or something.” his legs swing back and forth in the wind, and even though he rarely smoked, diego wished he had something in his mouth right about now. it felt slightly awkward, damiar being there with his cig and diggy having nothing of his own. “it’s like we’re at a messed up card table playing death roulette. who’s the ball going to land on next? let’s hope it’s mr. kulper, my english teacher from high school. he hated me, and i.. wasn’t too fond of him. or the books we read.” a small smile appears on the jokesters lips. he loved that, being able to – or trying to – diffuse a situation with humor. standing up, diego lets out a small yawn. “ice cream? of course! who would say no to ice cream? you’re buying though. being an actor doesn’t pay that well.” of course he was still getting royalty checks from his time on twin grove, but that wasn’t something he spoke about openly.

open starter: @anchoragestarters where: town square when: february 20th, 2024, evening

“ y'know, whenever i leave this place, i always come back to some more shit, ” musings of the guitarist rolled off the tongue without much thought, thick with indifference, the ash of their cigarette tipping off into the breeze. “ nothin' like a good ol' homecoming, huh? welcome back, we don't got balloons or confetti, but here's a little fuckin' tragedy for you! ” would it be outlandish to say that the town seemed to have some sinister rhythm of its own; a clock ticking away, counting down—always counting down—to the next casualty? how many had it been, now? who kept count? a breath of resignation left him as he sat up from where he'd been lounging on his back, swinging his legs over the edge of the concrete and taking a long, slow drag, the smoke curling up around his face. “ 's like a damn death lottery here, 'n stevie mc-creepy-crawlies is always waitin' to call your number on the six o'clock news. hell, could be me next. 'course i wouldn't be around to see the punchline, would i? ” the butt was flicked aside and grinded out, a cynical grin tugging at the edges of his mouth, just enough to show that he didn't quite consider the weight of his words ( surprising? not really ). “ could be me. could be you. musical chairs? never been good at it, personally, ” he slowly rose to his feet, arms stretching above his head, a loud, unbothered yawn escaping as he craned his neck. “ anyway. y'wanna get some ice cream? ”

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marisol: tag drop.

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robin: tag drop.

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