#(001). convos !!

[dirtwatchman]

@fromnewashes from here The guy in the top hat? For real?

Okay but he had a top hat when he was nice. He was a completely different creature when he was doing the evil stuff.

[longislandcharm]

@debauchfairy from here Correct.

I often am, yes.

[samsdecker]

where: decker ranch who: @nathaniel-donovan

Working hours at Decker Ranch weren't very regular for Sammy, only playing doctor to the Hellraisers when he was called in. After all, his services were reserved for only more serious matters -- gunshot wounds, deep cuts, stitches-- anything that would warrant a member wanting to avoid going to the hospital. After all, the security staff at the hospital tended to be on high alert whenever they saw that patch come through the doors, so the less eyes there were the better. That particular night he'd been quiet about his presence at the ranch, not wanting to alert anyone to the fact that he was around and all of a sudden have a free clinic on his hands, wanting to do some inventory and make sure he was stocked up for the time being However, that wishful thinking for some peace and quiet went out the door when heard footsteps behind him.

"If it's not life threatening then I'm not interested." Sammy called over his shoulder as he scribbled something down on his clipboard, not bothering to even see who was there. "And even then, the answer is still no."

[dhruvxmehta]

for: @cantfightmoonlight - Song time & location: backdated to june, mahir household

They were hiding something else, he could tell, or maybe it was his lack of sleep and need to know everything taking shaping, but the glances his family gave each other, something perched on the edge of their tongues only held back by hesitancy. They told him to get some sleep, to rest and talk in the morning, but adamant he was in knowing, Dhruv did not give them any choice in the matter. When his dad had come to pick him up from the airport, Dhruv had asked all the questions he thought to ask in that moment about Mason's accident, but there seemed to be more now. And when they eventually did spill, he wished his curiosity didn't get the better of him in that moment – flat out refusal had been the path he took and eventually retired upstairs for the night. But sleep did not arrive so easily, blame the time difference, the jet lag or whatever, with all the information he had been made privy to now, it turned and turned in his head. Dhruv could never in a million years expect to be called back to Lunar Cove under such circumstances, the call that came early in the morning only spelt a horrifying new reality that he wished wasn't the case. While he had know there wasn't a way he'd make it to the funeral, he was hear now at least, his life in London on pause until - well until who knew when.

Sleep had to have pulled him under at some point since he woke to bright sunshine and exhaustion clinging to his bones. It was well into the morning, he knew that much as he slowly made himself appear somewhat presentable before heading down covering a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes. "Masi, why di-" Words cut off immediately when he realised someone else was present in the living room. Red eyes from lack of rest widened at the sight, "Seojoon..." Voice was all but a low gasp too and coloured with surprise. This wasn't a lie, but the truth was equally as unbelievable. He knew exactly how long it had been since he saw that face but aside from his name, nothing else seemed to fall through. Dhruv had a thousand questions saved for a time if he ever saw Seo-Joon again but her he was now and there was nothing but silence. The low murmurs of his family and the quiet shuffling out to give them space was heard but barely acknowledged, eyes did not tear away from his friends face – but did the other even consider him to a friend anymore? That was the question now. With a heavy swallow and a rough rake of his fingers through his hair, Dhruv attempted to speak again, as casually as he could, "So you're here now... When did you come back?"

[evesyoung]

where: outside eve's home who: @freya-hudson & eve young

"Okay so, my thoughts were that if we plant the seeds in this little area by the door, theoretically I should have sunflowers growin' out the wazoo come springtime." Eve estimated, hands on her hips as the two of them surveyed the exterior of her home. Though the woman was typically very gung-ho about doing her home renovations all on her own, her green thumb was sorely underdeveloped -- which is where Freya came in. "What do you think? Would that look weird, like if it blocks the window? I can always just stick one of them garden gnomes on it instead and call it a day. Or a lawn flamingo. Do people still have those?"

[nikodimopoulos]

where: outside niko's place who: @toridimopoulos & niko dimopoulos

He shouldn't have been surprised to hear his doorbell ring that evening, especially after telling his younger cousin that under no circumstances did he want a visitor that evening. It was the night after he and Stef had successfully rescued Mikayla from the clutches of the Enterprise and she was, understandably, traumatized. Therefore he'd decided to take a few days away from work to take care of her, be there for her, help her get back on her feet -- which meant the last thing he wanted was his nosy family around. Thankfully, the brunette was sound asleep on the couch, a rerun of an old sitcom playing on the television in the back room, so Niko was able to quietly move across the house and answer it.

"Are you nuts?" He snapped as soon as Tori came into view, slipping out the door and onto his porch where she stood. "Does 'I'm busy' mean nothing to you? Seriously, Tori."

[jonahxrivas]

for: @deputyjparker time: after dodgeball

To ever expect this to be a normal game was a foolish thing. As fun as it had started off, it quickly became something that had the potential to turn into a blood bath at the rate the vampires seemed to be going. Still, he held onto that sliver of hope that the coalition could do some damage but he ought to have known that the damage would be dealt instead. He managed to hit a one on the opposing side through sheer dumb luck, but there ended the high and began the pathway to completely needing to dodge and avoid getting pummelled. It did not last. One after another he saw his teammates getting struck out, and eventually he soon followed suit, because of course he would. Land-based sports were never his strength, while he wasn't uncoordinated or even unathletic, clumsiness reared its ugly regardless. Rubbing his sore shoulder Jonah hobbled to a spot where he'd be further away from the intensity of the game and slumped against the back wall holding his glasses in hand. While he was ever so thankful that the lens didn't break, the severely bent shape gave him no relief but really it was his own fault, he should've expected this. Caught up in trying to adjust them back to a wearable shape, Jonah missed the footsteps approach till feet stood in from of him. Looking up then, he gave Jo a sheepish smile, "Sorry, I was terrible out there. I think this just proves I need to sign up for more classes, right?"

[masonxmahir]

for: @undeadremcycle

Mason had no real direction as they walked, no idea on where to go or what to even do, but he just wanted to not be indoors and not be alone. He hadn't been hurt this time, nor was he the one to hurt, but seeing Rangi and their friends be shot and injured rattled them regardless, he had healed this time, yet, an unsettling feeling crept that he couldn't shake. "Thanks again for wanting to hang, Remster!" Mason said forcing themself to tune back into reality, "Like, really appreciate it!" They had met at the white elephant, Mason instantly adoring the others dog, who had been a blessing when they lost Cap after the black magic stuff, Remmy's help then would never be forgotten. "Here's a question for you though, have you ever wondered how they make blue raspberry? Like specially the slushie flavour. I can taste the blue!"

[nyraxodeyer]

for: @swimmingwiththefitzes time & location: circa 1960s, a late night in soho

Satisfied and satiated, for the time being at least, Nyra and her friends stumbled out into the streets, laughter and ringing in their wake. The thrum of chords still vibrated within as the night air cooled them, muffled music echoing from behind closed doors, inviting and enticing them, her own siren call of sorts as the group walked along the bylanes of Soho. A glance cast to the clear night sky above with a smile, and despite the noise that surrounded her a sense of calm moved through her, this was a freeing thing to let go and simply be, a feeling she could match to the roaring twenties but where that had been actively seeking a distraction, this peace felt a little truer, heart finally sighing as she let of things she had been stubbornly clinging onto. In this bright, shiny new world the still secret siren drifted to places guided by the beat of drums, her ventures into parties grew in number as the gloom of the past years dissolved in upbeat tunes.

Pulled out of her thoughts from a tug on her arm, she a nod in response at the silent question asked, a head jutting to the open doors of a club spelled an opportunity that could not be missed. The trio slipped into a nightclub swiftly and hardly anyone noticed or cared enough for the newest additions to the crowd, and she should run on that same wavelength, it was the new thing she was trying, but old habits were hard to shake, at least she reasoned this time it wasn't out of fear and panic, causally she gave the joint a cursory glance at the same noting where her companions had wandered of too. It was a pretty looking thing, with plush booths and a bar, dancers scattered about the wide floor, she could get into this. And in the dim lighting that did both hide faces and illuminated others, Nyra landed on the face next to hers with an apology, "Sorry, darling, hate to pause your fun, have you by chance seen a red-head go by?"

[bloodybusiness]

@oldfuckeditor

The office had been empty when he was let in and Nick had certainly taken the time to walk around it. Pacing, eyes wandering, though he did try to keep his hands in his pocket for once; the last thing he wanted was a pissed off reporter or whatever the fuck he called himself now chasing after him. It had been a while since he had been in the heart of the Times. About twenty five years now and someone entirely different had been in charge back then. Someone much easier to buy off as Nick had learned when the previous head had finally retired. And Nick wasn't one to quickly forget the names of people he had been....involved with no matter how many years had since passed.

The door opened and Nick turned, that charming smile on his face. "You know, last I recall, you only had a few grey hairs." Well, both men had certainly aged over a twenty-five year gap. Nick certainly had his own patches of grey though most were simple mixed in with his stubble. There was a certain shine to his eyes, a knowing look as a hand absent mindedly tapped the desk of the editor. "Your secretary let me in. I didn't know people still had secretaries, but she was very willing when I informed her we used to be....friends." More than that though not fully 'together'. Even back then, Nick understood the principle of marriage.

His eyes moved from Charlie to the desk for a moment before going back to the other man, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You still keep liquor in your desk? I might have news you can celebrate with, mon beau."

[dirtwatchman]

@highoctanegem from here [pm] WHAT!? Are you telling me you're one of those people who eats their burgers with a fork and a knife :/// I'm saying!! I couldn't handle that first bite. I don't wanna cheat. So how do you do it?

Of course you're talking about I have a big mouth.

[longislandcharm]

@wonder-in-wings

[...] What IS your preferred season?

It IS Winter but the question gets so tiring.

[grcyfm]

status : closed for briar zheng, @briarzheng. location : hufflepuff common room.

golden skies and greenery for yonder, ribbons and threads intertwining the first week back or first week experience overall, all knotting and tangling before the year has truly begun. thus was how he always found the first week back, chaotic and cacophonous. but all of it became a hush when skies turn inky, and all were ushered to their common rooms. and most of his evening he has been occupied by entertaining the first years, ensuring their first week hasn't been too stressful on them. after all, they all deserved their first year to be rememberable — hoping it would be a good one without any hiccups. but he wasn't naive. so, that could be the reason he's draped himself over two pastel yellow beanbags, his hand taken by two first years as they paint his nails with muggle polish. the girls giggling about how he should be a hand model after his schooling, he found himself smiling in amusement.

once they had finished drying, he rolled over on his back and looked down the length of the couch to the person occupying it. ❝ what do you think, briar ? should i quit school now and become a hand model. ❞ his device spoke for him after he had skillfully entered the message one-handed, the robotic unmistakable for any puff ( or anyone ) who's been around u-jin long enough.

[rvndrkhlme]

@victoriousfidelity liked for a starter !

SHE KNOWS about her . of course raven knows about her . for better or for worse , she knows most things about loki . SIGYN . loki's wife . there's no reason for raven to feel nervous , really . she doubts the loki's they loved are even the same loki's . but still - - - - there are stupid fears popping up in raven that she'd rather not name . straightening her shoulders and putting on an air of calm she doesn't entirely feel , she approaches the woman .

❝ you're sigyn , i believe . ❞ a hand extends in greeting . ❝ i'm raven . ❞

[dhruvxmehta]

for: @pitymisskitty location: victory lane

The sounds of crashing pins from the other lane echoed loud when Dhruv picked up his ball. This was a good break from things he figured for the both of them. Bouncing on his toes a little with a quick exhale he lined his shot, pressure was on and he knew he couldn't mess this up especially with Kitty watching him. Coolness was on the line here. Something he didn't possess much off to begin with but it's fine, he got this. Or at least so he thought. It wasn't a terrible shot, but with three pins remaining and his turn already over, he turned around with a slight shake of his head. "Those are super glued down, that's the only explanation." He didn't need check to the scoreboard to know who was in the lead but eyes darted up anyway, "Okay, I'm not terribly behind, and no gutterballs so that's a win, right?"

[evesyoung]

where: decker ranch who: @cormoranboone

"Hey, Mo -- give me a hand, would you?" Eve called out to her boss from the window of grooming stall, waving him over. "Ruthie here's still feeling a little feisty, she's not letting me get anywhere near her tail. Think it's because of that kid I had to kick out earlier who kept pulling it during lessons." The trainer let out a scoff, glad that those sorts of interactions were few and far between. Nothing worse than doing lessons with a disrespectful kid -- and, even worse, with their equally disrespectful parents. "You think you can try and calm her down so I can get a brush in back there? For reasons beyond me, you're her favorite." Eve remarked sarcastically, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.