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[neverendingparable]

closed starter for @i-have-been-to-the-future

Bradley lies awake in his bed, staring at the dark ceiling over his head and listening intently to the noises happening right outside his room.

He's never had a reason to fear the dark before, but now, after having been unwillingly wrapped up in time travel murder games and knowing full well how easy it is to find yourself dying at the hands of someone you trusted, he's gotten a lot jumpier.

It doesn't help that he's in a (still) strange house with a bunch of people he doesn't know. Dad!Jon swore up and down that there were fail safes in place and enough protections, but he still doesn't trust everyone here.

He'd be perfectly content to stay in his bed and pretend he didn't hear anything, but the more he listens to the footsteps pacing around, the more anxious he gets. He should check it out, just in case.

Jonathan doesn't allow weapons in the bedrooms so he grabs the next best thing (a fork from dinner he didn't bring back to the kitchen yet) and sneaks up to his bedroom door.

The footsteps seem to be distancing themselves, so he knows he most likely won't be jumped by whoever is walking around out there. Bradley steels himself and then cracks the door open to look. What he finds out there is not what he expected, however.

It's one of the newcomers, an amnesiac red head who reminds him of a startled deer and who Dad!Jon handles cautiously, like saying the wrong thing around her could set something off.

Bradley watches them wander around for a few more seconds before he decides to just fuck it and see what they're doing. Maybe they got lost trying to find the bathroom.

"Hey!" He whisper-shouted. "Hey, Row- Rowie! What are you doing?"

[aslandemirci]

LOCATION: Pulling Strings WITH: @weavercaro

Aslan loved any excuse to catch up with Caroline and hear all about Jonathan, but today’s visit was under an entirely different, slightly tragic set of circumstances. Striding into the music store, his guitar case in hand, he gave a little wave once he spotted her, “Thanks for waiting around for me,” he started, lips twisting into a frown as he set the case down on the counter and opened it. Inside lay his acoustic, mangled with its fretboard snapped in half after he’d let one of his cousins borrow it over the weekend. Aslan hadn’t asked for details– he hadn’t wanted to know– he just needed to know if it could be fixed or if he was officially in the market for a new guitar. As soon as he’d gotten it back and inspected the damage, he’d all but emergency dialed Caroline. “What do you think? Lost cause or can it be salvaged?”

[thefreshprinceofdownton]

@butlerbarrow liked for a starter

Nighttime could often be more dangerous than daylight on the front. The darkness left both sides more vulnerable for raids. Matthew had undertaken a few of them himself, mostly to gather intelligence or capture prisoners, and they were never bloodless. Sometimes the Germans would attempt to break their lines with such a trench raid, hoping to catch them off guard. In any case, as the officer on duty that night, he was hypervigilant. And when he heard a single gunshot ring out, he one hand immediately reached to pull his revolver from his holster, dropping into a crouch as he tried to discern where the shot had landed. The other hand instinctively clutched the toy dog inside the pocket of his jacket.

There was a call down the line that one of the men had been wounded, and he ran over in that direction, navigating the network of trenches. He stopped upon seeing Barrow on the ground, clutching his hand. It had been only moments ago that they were just having tea in his dugout, talking about Downton, which felt like a completely different life than this one. “Are you alright? What happened, Corporal?” he asked as he finally found his voice, kneeling beside the man.

[ofxlilac]

Characters: Rayne & Eunji @ryueunji Location: Outside Mercy Hospital Closed starter

RAYNE was in the middle of finishing a conversation, "Mrs. Murphy, what I am hearing is that you would like to discuss your diagnosis further. Unfortunately that is not my department. I can offer you a consultation with one of our psychiatrists, Dr. Arkwright." the person was on their way out of the building and Rayne handed them a card. As the person walked out she saw Eun-Ji walk by. "Dr. Ryu." she stated with a smile. "Good morning, on your way to the institute?"

[serkan-bayindir]

— LOCATION: Blackout Club — WITH: @blackbcxwarning He’d been at the Lounge when he’d gotten Dante’s text, and from there, Serkan had wasted very little time in making it over to the Blackout Club, where he quietly wove through throngs of people packed on the dance floor on his way to the private booth where his boss was waiting. Though the Velvet Lounge was becoming somewhat of a passion project for him, the mercenary did well to remember that when Dante Castenada called, everything else fell to the wayside, particularly in the wake of all that had transpired in recent weeks. Spotting the booth, he pushed past the last swell of patrons blocking his way and slid into the seat across from Dante, announcing his presence with little more than a nod. “You wanted to see me?” He started, having that sinking feeling that he hadn’t been summoned here for anything good, but that tended to go hand-in-hand with the lives that both of them led in Devil’s Junction. “I’d ask if everything’s alright, but I don’t think that’s been the case for quite some time.” And it was only getting worse the longer that time passed without any answers about the Onyx Circuit.

[bloodymyhands]

starter for @dragonspined / accepting

lara feels like she's on a high. she's finally fucking figured it out. after mulling on it for weeks now, she finally knows her new friend's truth. and she's desperate to talk to them about it.

her father, ever the lover of artifacts, had various offices in the manor filled to the brim with books, notes, information. she'd read extensively when she'd taken over the manor, but still not enough to scratch the surface. it was a serious of poorly aged notes in his old office behind the library where she'd found information on dragons.

she'd told no one. interesting and magical artifacts were one thing, but dragons were something else entirely. if she decided to pursue it and learn more about it, she didn't feel comfortable dragging along jonah or sam with her. although the information was limited, it was enough. she'd always suspected that dragons had once existed, but here? for their civilization to be prominent enough for them to be artifacts and caves somewhere, waiting to be found... it was more than a breakthrough. it was revolutionary. she had a thousand questions: did archeologists know? had they been lying and burying the information for decades? was her father the only one to know? how many had there been?

and so, it had been lara's intention to pursue it someday, ideally alone. if trinity had been formed and rose to power due to magical artifacts her father had found, she shuddered to think what might happen if they found out about this. it sat at the back of her mind until recently, where her most recent break convinced her to explore the city enough to run into a certain shop with a certain person that just made everything click into place.

she strides in, the sun setting in the background, looking disheveled but determined. she looks around, making sure no one else is in the shop, until she finally finds her target. with a grin she's unable to hide, she walks right up to the front desk. in her hands is a large binder, with as much information as she felt comfortable gathering from her father's notes on dragons. she slams it down on the desk, still grinning. "i figured it out," she says excitedly, her accent thick and voice excitable. she leans in and drops her voice to a whisper. "you're a dragon."

[theirisxalderidge]

closed - @margotxdupont

where - any bar/lounge/place with drinky drinks

Having lived and worked in Manhattan for over a decade, Iris was never exactly a socialite, but her name did get her into places, and likewise, her name tended to pop up in gossip rags and online columns either saying she was sleeping with someone new or flaming (or raving) over her designs. The same columns that printed other names and faces as well--one of which she was pretty sure was sitting across the bar from her. It was curiosity more than anything that got Iris moving, slipping off her seat and taking the empty one next to the other girl. "Feel free to tell me to fuck off if I'm wrong, but I feel like I recognize you."

[devourcr]

he should never have come back to san francisco. it’s such a cliché, isn’t it? to return to where it began — to feel the impact of the story once more, even to his own detriment. like an act of attrition. he’s like a ghost haunting the city, memories of the 1970s flashing through his mind, despite the obvious modern changes around him. the latter half of the 20th century and now, riding through the 21st, feels as if time moved faster than it ever had before.

the historic tavern makes it easier to sink into the past, however. what he doesn’t expect, however, is for the thoughts of another one of the patrons to draw him into the 1970s. especially not one who looked to be born in the 2000s. amber eyes watch them from a corner table, reminded vaguely of daniel clutching his work everywhere.

what a coincidence though. he stands from the table,orders a drink at the bar to pretend to drink as an excuse to notice them. ❝ a bit loud of an environment to work in, don’t you think? ❞

@pluresque liked for a starter !!

[yeniens]

@intxication -- The Resol, after hours, late

"..god, yeah, they still haven't fixed the broken security cameras. I called them for it a week ago. What if someone breaks into the restaurant within that time span? God, my insurance would tear me apart." Yenna's on her phone, keys jingling in her hands when she enters her restaurant, closing the door behind her. It's already after hours, no costumers around, and the last staff is just leaving.

"I'll stay behind.", she explains to the cleaning staff, "Just in the kitchen, I can clean up myself. Make sure to lock the door, yeah?"

-- But they don't. The door is left unlocked (though closed), and Yenna, listening to music over the kitchen's radio, doesn't notice. In fact, she's completely focused on crafting a new dish. The woman is not worried about the lack of her security system for the tiniest bit - in fact, she finds herself feeling less watched, less observed once in her life.

Humming the lyrics to some Argentinian songs, Yenna carefully cuts two carrots into pieces, when a strange feeling overcomes her -- but after pausing for a second, she just resumes her work.

Until there's a flicker in the headlights.

[neverendingparable]

@bluescreen-vend-etta

It froze at the noise, its head shooting to the side. He could feel his heart beat faster. A person. A real, live person. He had to find him. With his mission changed, vendETTA left the room, dropping the old search to find a new, more important one. He followed the sounds, his heart beating in his chest faster and faster as he clunked and dragged through the halls. The noise, the voice, got louder till he stood right in front of the door he knew would lead to the person. Another person. His hands shook with giddiness. It hurt. He pushed the door open.

Bradley hears the door opening and he glances up briefly from his work, thinking it might be a friend coming to hang out or maybe a Narrator storming in to yell at him for making a mess of the place.

What he didn't expect was to see a stranger approaching. Their appearance was off putting enough that he freezes, tools still gripped tightly in his hands as he stares at ETTA.

"Er..." He starts, then trails off awkwardly. He gets up and takes a few steps towards him, his eyes slowly widening as the details of vendETTA sinks in.

"Whoa- hello! You look sick as hell, dude!"

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Tonopah Valley Firehouse WITH: @rafmorata

Idling to a stop outside the firehouse, Cole cut the engine and climbed down from his Harley, quickly stashing his helmet on one of the mirrors. He had a few hours in between now and his next appointment at the shop, giving him ample time to stop by and check in with Taliah– something he’d always made a point to do since they’d gotten together but had been slipping in as of late. In recent weeks, he hadn’t been himself, turning more inwards than usual and staying seemingly stuck there, and Cole recognized that– more importantly, he recognized the need to try and snap out of it. Starting towards the door, he came across Rafaele first and nodded in greeting. Cole couldn’t claim to know the man very well, if at all, but he certainly knew the Morata name. For years, it had been synonymous with Los Santos, largely due in part to the man’s relatives and their tightly woven webs within the organization. But as of late, Los Santos had become a rather moot point in Tonopah Valley, but even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t have stopped Cole from being cordial with a man who worked so closely with Taliah. Much like the MC was to him, her team was like family to her, and so Cole wanted bridge whatever gap might exist between him and Rafaele on account of his ties to LS. “Hey, man,” he started, slowing to a stop in front of him, “Taliah around?”

[swordstance]

Starter for @starlighttrain

She sees him out of the corner of her eye. At first, she's not sure it's him. Then he turns around and she's shouting: "Silent but deadly! Dan Heng!" Waving wildly in his direction, she doesn't care if people are staring as she sprints toward him, careful not to hit anyone with the too-long sword strapped to her.

She comes to a screeching halt in front of him. "You're back! I heard... rumors of something crazy happening in the Asdana -- that you were involved in? Are they true?"

[taliazheng]

@thad-spaulding location: Greywood Forest

Talia loved the human world, but there were times she missed the simplicity of Briar Court. It was filled with magic, good wood, simple pleasures, but she wouldn’t change anything about her life… at least not currently. In those moments, she ended up in Greywood Forest. It reminded her of home, and she could feel that there were portals nearby that would take her to her court. The scuttle of feet in the distance brought a smile to her face, and idly, she wondered if Thad was actually safe her. Surely, with two Fae by his side, he’d be just fine. As Norma played, Talia smiled and sent an illusion her way of a deer running alongside her. “Sorry,” Talia said, glancing at Thad. “Is magic okay? I just wasn’t thinking.” Charms came naturally to her — in fact, they were her passion. “This place reminds me of home, my court, I mean. It was called Briar,” Talia explained with a smile. “Norma would love it. The cakes there are unlike anything you could ever find here.”

[bulletpro0f]

@elizabeaufort -- a park, early

Every time Nick makes new friends at any place, the alarm bells in Ezra's head ring and give him a fair warning about who those children's parents might be. 99% percent of the time, they turn out to be harmless. Today, it's rather sweet.

Ezra is standing next to Eliza, arms crossed as he watches Nick play with her twins -- they've got an age gap, but Nick makes friends with everyone. So.

"Your kiddos are adorable.", Ezra says, "What's their names, how old are they?" He gazes at her for a moment -- she's drop dead gorgeous, and Ezra can tell there's more to the pretty surface. Likely a lot more.

Beat, then he turns in her direction and offers his hand for a shake, "Ezra. Nice to meet you. Are you here all alone with them, or...?" Eyebrow raised in question, Ezra searches the place for a moment, checking for a potential, dangerous partner she could be with, but there's no one to be seen.

[easton-m]

@delphincjefferys | Setting: Delphine's house | Local Time: 20:34

"No, you can't have chocolate. I think you should sleep." Shaking his head, Easton gently patted Estelle's head. "You know what, I will lay down right beside you, that's what will make you feel better, no? If I sleep, too? I bet you want to be as cool as me and go to sleep early." It wasn't early, and Easton was tired (he had long decided that yes, he was getting two or three kids max). It took him approximately five minutes of setting next to Delphine's daughters bad to fall asleep with his head leaning against the wall. Usually, he'd spend his Friday nights differently, at Liv's house, friends get-togethers. But his good old friend had asked him to jump in - and he did.

Delphine's keys in the door woke him up about an hour later, and he tried to make his way out of the room as quiet as possible, managing not to wake her second-to-youngest kiddo up. "Hey.", he yawned as a greeting as soon as he got down, "They're all sleeping. Should be, at least. How was your night? Had fun?"

[gabriel-knox]

WHERE: Mad Dog Brewery WITH: @robertbuckhayes

Owning a brewery meant meeting and interacting with people from all walks of life, which was something that Gabe genuinely enjoyed. The human condition had always fascinated him, even more so after his accident nearly two years ago, and so he was always willing to lend an ear to whoever came into Mad Dog and wanted to share stories with him. Wiping down the bar in front of him, he glanced up when the bell rang, signaling the arrival of another patron. Green eyes widened slightly once he realized it was the mayor striding in. Sure, it wasn’t that uncommon to see him or other political figures hit up the brewery, but Gabe had always had a hard time picturing them anywhere other than a nice, five star restaurant– certainly not a laid back, local brewery. But he still appreciated the support nevertheless. “Heya, Mayor,” he greeted, giving a little wave, a hand already reaching for a clean glass. “What’re you drinking tonight? The usual, or would you be interested in trying out our newest IPA?”