#PLS ASSUME CONNECTION

[brntout]

location : the dance floor @ the warehouse

time : approximately 10:30pm.

open : to anyone!

“are you thirsty? wanna grab a drink?” kennedy half yells into the other’s ear, yet her voice is barely audible over the music pumping around them. fingers flutter down the other's arm, ready to grab hold of their wrist to lead them out of the dance floor or loosely interlace her digits with theirs to twirl them around. depends on their answer!

[beauclary]

WHO: Open to Anyone WHERE: Rosie's Diner WHEN: March 6th / a little after 6pm

To look at him now, it's almost difficult to imagine that there was a time when Beau Clary had the infectious sort of charisma that could engage an entire room. Hell, an entire stadium, at least once a week for a good chunk of the year for nearly all of his life. He's almost a shell of that man now ― at least in mind and spirit, if not in body. It's almost comical, actually, for someone so physically imposing to hold himself so small ; a hardened pebble in the sole of the Wexley, jammed into the grooves. Out of sight, out of mind. To his credit, he's done a commendable job at convincing himself he prefers it this way anymore.

But he's been lured out of the quiet lonely isolation of his apartment under a moral obligation to appease the kind hand that feeds and now ― now ― Beau stands in the middle of Rosie's Diner looking a bit like a deer in headlights. He feels a bit foolish, really ― it's not as if he doesn't know these people, even if he doesn't really know them, but he feels awkward and bumbling, like a perfect stranger stumbling into a family reunion. In spite of the fact that he doesn't really know where to go, he feels inclined to get out of the way, so he locks his gaze on the nearest empty chair and quickly makes his way over.

Looking up a bit sheepishly once he's seated, Beau clears his throat. ❝ Hi. Oh, hell, Ihis, um ― I'm sorry, this seat weren't taken, were it? ❞

[albcrts]

CAPPED FOR NEW REPLIES.

the small artefact museum was not a likely place to find albert, but he was danced out ( for the moment, at least ) and feared if he ate much more cake he might turn into a slice himself and so found himself there in search of something else to do. discovering he was not alone in the room, with a soft laugh he pointed out a nearby figure. "he's a funny looking fellow, is he not?" if it was in fact meant to be a fellow ; he could not be sure. "looks a little like my father first thing in the morning." @londonhigh-societystart

[mikeyxcallahan]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: on the way to the docks with aurora bay's haunted tour

Mikey was born in Aurora Bay and raised there until she was fourteen and her parents were deployed and stationed in Japan. She'd heard of the ghost stories in town and she remembered her grandfather always trying to scare her with them when she was younger, but she never believed any of it was real. The ghost tours sounded fun, though. It was something simple to get her in the holiday spirit even if it was early in the month. So Mikey got her ticket and found herself walking around Aurora Bay with a bunch of random people at night, talking about ghosts. It wasn't exactly how she'd normally spend her free time, but she was still having fun.

"Do you actually believe any of this?" She asked the person next to her as she shoved a stick of gum into her mouth before offering the other a piece as well.

[akkivee]

we have three people who’ve been affected by the true hypnosis mic and two of them, nemu and kuukou, have physical items that represent their bonds, kuukou’s matching bandana and nemu’s aohitsugi bracelet

sasara’s the odd man out so i wonder if it’s smoking that represents the mcd bond????? but the fact that sasara’s trying to quit instead of already sober is striking me as strange, like the bandana and bracelet are notably missing but sasara’s is still lingering???? 🤔

[jack-barlowe]

When: August 24th Where: Beach (Club Merrock) Who: Open (5/5)

"Well the speakers are officially back onboard." Jack rubbed his hands together, dusting off some of the sand he'd collected while troubleshooting backstage. It wasn't the first time he'd been called upon to fix a glitch. It wouldn't be the last. "Now who's going to buy me a drink?"

[cybermuses]

status: open! @valpostart location: casablanca blooms & coffee

it had been a while since salem left the house, she'd been recluse lately for a couple reasons. she was finally to the point where being home was starting to get old and she needed to get out of her head and be around other people. after spending some time out and about (which included spending money on things she didn't need at secondhand style) she found herself at casablanca blooms and coffee. what was supposed to be a quick coffee run turned into an hour of her being scribbling in her journal at one of the empty tables. "if you wanna join me you can, i really could use the company." she said with a smile to the familiar face a few feet away.

[antoinettefms]

LOCATION: the jersey devil, hours after the chaos FOR: everyone @helltownhqstarters

"here, looks like you need it more than i do." there's really no solid news yet of what really had went down at the summer solstice, but it seemed enough for antoinette to conclude to herself that whatever may have happened, it was a sight nobody deserved to see. she knew that there was always something strange in this town, a place she grew up in, but as of late, the dancer knew it was more than just the feeling that engulfed this place. she moved close, cautiously to sit beside the other person. "anything i can do? keep the drinks coming, or something else? just tell me what you need, babe. i got you."

[chillpills]

𖤐⋆.˚ STATUS ... open ! 𖤐⋆.˚ LOCATION ... i'm indecisive as hell so literally anywhere tht fits !

people who claimed to finish crossword puzzles in ten minutes or less were full of shit. jude would end up staring at a set of empty boxes for ten minutes alone before her pen would even ink the first letter. either those people were cheating or they’d managed to memorize the entirety of the thesaurus — the dictionary too. she wasn’t sure why she did them, to waste time mostly, but more often than not the margins would be decorated with flowers, smiley faces, and the occasional ‘superman s’ instead of an actual answer. this time around, she’d gotten relatively far along. just a few words left. prying her lips from the straw she'd been absentmindedly gnawing at ( how ladylike ), she sat back and straightened out. god forbid she hunch, could even hear her mother's grating voice barking at her in her head 'shoulders back, chin up, tits out' ... granted she only ever abided by the two formers, never the latter. each heavy blink rid her vision of the checkered boxes, but she couldn't accept defeat just yet. wouldn't dare. “ hey, ” she eventually chirped, an attempt to address whoever happened to be within earshot. “ you wouldn't happen to know a word for ‘a gathering of crows’ would you ? ” pen tapped along the corresponding spaces, “ six letters. ”

[wesxevans]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: tables outside of sweet nothings

It was Wes' day off and he wanted to spend the day with his daughter rather than just staying in the house all day. He was sitting at one of the tables outside of Sweet Nothings when he asked, "Do babies like aquariums? Maybe we could go to the aquarium. Would she even care?" Wes looked down at Elise. "Would you even care?" The baby responded in babbling nonsense that made Wes smile and his heart nearly burst. "I just don't want to sit around all day." He added, speaking to the adult again.

[mp3kai]

tagged , open starter / @aurorabaystarter .

"i'm just saying, if no one wanted us to come in here... they would've done a better job of locking the place up." kai spoke, head tilting to the side a bit before he bent down and started to search through some cabinets. the abandoned looking home seeming to still have some untouched items. although, some of it looked like it was barley hanging on. "jackpot!" the male yelled out, standing back up with a bottle of alcohol in his hand and a couple glasses. blowing inside the glasses to try and get the dust out, it came back up and smacked him in the face. a cough following before he set the glasses down on the counter. "it's good for the immune system." he nodded, beginning to pour the liquor into the glass. "you think they got any cheese around this place? bag of shredded parmesan? could be a cute little makeshift wine and cheese type situation." the male commented, his words drenched in sarcasm. "and they say i'm not romantic." he laughed, handing one of the glasses over.

[roxdelrosario]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: sharky's monster mash

Roxy sat at the bar in her Mothman costume and thanked the bartender when he brought her a bendy straw as she requested. It made it easier for her to pull up some of the material of her costume and use the straw to take a sip of her drink.

"You know," she began, speaking to the person beside her, "I feel like maybe I should've worn this costume for a few hours before the party so I could've made adjustments because I really can't see in this thing. I would say your costume looks awesome but I can't really tell."

[gcldrushed]

location: beach

when the rain started pouring, most of the people by the beach started to seek shelter. however, eleanor did no such thing as she simply stood from where she was seated on the sand. instead of leaving the shore, she embraced the downpour and began to twirl, her laughter mingling with the rhythm of the falling rain. catching the gaze of an onlooker, she called out to them over the sound of the pouring rain, " you're not scared of a little rain, are you? " // @aurorabaystarter

[orphcus]

@aspencreekextra      /       TURNING LEAVES  ,     with     player's choice .ᐟ

jasper  was  always  on  time — to  the  minute — until  the  one  day  that  he  wasn’t.  he  was  only  three  minutes  over  his  clock - in  time  when  the  boy  sped  into  the  bookstore,  soles  squeaking  against  the  floor,  hair  a  mess  of  brown  and  grey  flyaways.  doubling  over,  hands  on  his  thighs,  he  heaved  a  few  heavy  breaths  before  apologising  at  a  thousand  miles  per  hour to the awaiting person. “i’m  so  sorry  i’m  late.  you  wouldn’t  believe  it.  there  was  this  cat … ” 

[lucie-crane]

Where: Magpie's Eye When: Early October Who: Open

Lou had attended catholic school growing up, worn through her plaid skirts and black tights, endured her 'sunday finest' for church sermons and luncheons. And, the second her bedroom door shut, she was tossing herself into sweats and t-shirts. These days her 'fashion' sense skewed casual and cheap. She was living off the salary of an apprentice and thrifting whatever hit her fancy. She didn't have much in the way of formal attire and that's what had her on the hunt today. She wasn't going to the masquerade in her mismatched boots or in a pair of acid washed jeans.

She'd worked her way through some of the racks looking for something proper before stumbling upon some masks. "What do you think?" she asked one of the fellow shoppers, lifting it up to her face. "Too Phantom of the Opera?"

[lcrissas]

＊   𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @nepofmstarters ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         lari  &  your  muse   ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          lower  manhattan

         “  i  heard  someone  asking  for  a  scooped  bagel  .  not  to  be  mean  but  i  kinda  wished  i  wasn’t  leaving  the  shop  to  hear  the  aftermath  of  that  .  guess  they  didn’t  see  that  one  scooped  bagel  tiktok  .  ”