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It was that time of the day when the bakery ran out of bread, and Sara always felt bad about it, no matter how long they’d been in business. It was much earlier today than usual for it to run out, though, and Sara had ordered Tom to make another few loaves to at least get them through another hour or two. There was no telling how busy it was going to be on a Sunday morning in winter. “Morning! If you’re looking for bread, we’re waiting on the next batch of loaves to be done, and it’ll be a little bit, so I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.” She’d considered handing out free coffee or tea to anyone who was waiting for bread, but she didn’t want to assume before giving anything away. “Anything else, though, we have pretty fully stocked.” She took a look to the window, clutching her sweater around her shoulders. “How is it out there, by the way? It’s freezing in here, I can’t imagine how cold it must be outside.”
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open starter location: colinsport mall
Coraline figured a change of scenery was good for her. She didn’t know why changing her scene from Coolsville to New Salem sounded like a brilliant idea, but hey, brilliant ideas only came to her in moments of extreme pressure. Right now, there was no pressure though. Sure, she was still trying to get herself together after her last Bedlam sighting, but she was determined to do something normal for once in her life. So shopping was something. This mall was a little...lame, but hey, there had to be some gems around there somewhere. As she walked through the mall she sighed, thinking that she spotted someone she knew, but really wasn’t too sure. Instead she just kept walking, trying to tell herself that it was nothing, but as she looked again and thought she saw the familiar jet black hair and sinister smile she turned quickly and ran right into someone. “Shit! I’m sorry I thought I saw....I don’t even know anymore.”
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LOCATION: ANYWHERE
He’d felt their eyes on him for awhile now. At first, he’d decided to ignore it, go about his business. Be the bigger person. Take the high road. Choose his battles and all that. But Bucky loved battles, and with every second that ticked by, he could feel himself growing angrier and angrier that they wouldn’t just speak up. “You wanna keep staring?” He asked as he turned to confront whoever found his back to be so interesting. “I can give you something to look at.”
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for: open location: snuggly duckling
it wasn’t often that anastasia decided to go out drinking at the snuggly duckling, but every so often, she had her moments. the only reason she was here tonight is because she was supposed to be hanging out with some friends. however, it seemed that they had all decided to bail on her at the last minute and she was already two drinks in from waiting. in her opinion there was no harm in enjoying the night still, so she placed another order for a drink. the guy that had come to sit next to her, assuming she wanted his company, had joined her just as her drink was being placed in front of her, “oh, i’m okay, thank you.” ana said,as politely as she could, because she didn’t feel like getting into a fight with someone tonight, she was trying to tell the man she wanted her space. it was as if the male just didn’t seem, or want, to understand as he persisted to offer to buy her drinks and keep her company. before she was about to move, risking the guy following her anyway, she saw her out when someone came up to the other open spot next to her. “you made it!” she happily exclaimed, “i was just telling this guy here that i was waiting for you.” anastasia leans in so only the newcomer could hear her, “please help me. can you just pretend we’re supposed to be sharing a drink right now? he’s being too clingy and won’t go away. your drink can be on me for your troubles.”
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LOCATION: anywhere
Oh no --- had she been daydreaming again? Coming back to reality when engulfed with silence and then guilt, Jessie realized she couldn’t even remember the topic they had been on before her mind went off into its’ little daze. The last thing she wanted to do was make someone feel unimportant, but the more time that passed it was getting awkward, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what to say. “Oh, no, yes, I hear ya,” she finally nodded, pulling out her most convincing tone, “one hundred percent, crystal clear!”
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open starter location: neverland
Selene was looking for a change of scenery. She was bored, she wanted to get drunk, and she wanted to cause as many problems as possible. So far the night was a bust and it was honestly pissing her off a little bit. She couldn’t find a single person in this bar interesting enough to mess with and she was about to call it a night until someone who looked at least a little interesting sat next to her. She ordered herself another shot, flipped her hair, and stared at the person next to her with curious eyes. “Are you as bored as I am? I think this place needs something to liven it up a bit. It’s deader in here than a cemetery.”
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LOCATION: ECHO CREEK, COULTER BEACH
A good distance away from the shore, Melody sat cross legged on their towel, studying a particularly colorful shell they’d managed to score earlier. As much as they wanted to get closer to the waves, to just dip their toes in the water, they couldn’t risk it. Too many people around, if they were to sprout a tail, they’d never live that one down. They were lost in their own thoughts until they felt the footsteps shifting the nearby sand. “Hey!” They greeted whomever was approaching, turning to offer them a wide smile. “What’s kickin’?”
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LOCATION: LITERALLY ANYWHERE
She had just had it. Frantically digging through her bag, Lilo’s heartrate started to speed up, panic rising in her chest. She couldn’t breathe. It was the last picture she had left of her parents, her family before it had fallen apart. Her most prized possession. She slept with it under her pillow every night, she carried it with her wherever she went. But it wasn’t in the bag. She didn’t forget it at home, she would never leave it behind. It was just in the bag, but she couldn’t remember taking it out. It must’ve fallen out somehow. Turning around, she was met with a mixture of relief and anger when she saw the missing picture in the hand of the person standing behind her. Yanking the wrinkled Polaroid out of their grip with more force than necessary, she found herself lashing out before thinking. “Don’t touch this, don’t ever touch it!”
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open starter
location: lucky cat cafe
Elsa hadn't left the house in- well, long enough that it was a bit embarrassing to mention. She knew Anna was worried about her, and that she was becoming enough of a hermit to cause gossip to spread throughout Echo Creek and beyond. She didn't mind the gossip, but she did want to make Anna happy, so she decided to get them both a sweet treat at the Lucky Cat Cafe.
She ordered two chocolate chip cookies, which she could tell were going to be warm, gooey, and delicious, and a peppermint tea just for herself. As she reached for the tea when it was placed on the pick-up counter and her name was called, she nearly knocked it over when someone else reached for the same drink. "Oh, um," she started, "sorry, but, uh, that's my tea. It has my name on it- Elsa."
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Open Starter Location: House of Mouse
Mickey was a very humble man. That didn’t mean he wasn’t proud of his success. The House of Mouse was his pride and joy and he took the business seriously. Well, not too much. He still had to have an element of fun to himself! It was only afternoon and all the kids who had just gotten out of school were flocking to the arcade while their parents enjoyed a drink or appetizer while they played. It was a sight that made Mickey feel happy and warm inside and he couldn’t help but smile as he glanced over the patrons in the establishment. He was behind the bar, drying some glasses when someone walked up. With a smile on his face Mickey set the now dried glass down and walked over to them. “Hello,” he greeted warmly. “Can I get you anything? Water? We have a mixed lemonade on special. The secret ingredient in it makes it tastes like Sour Patch Kids!” It was an idea he’d come up with himself and it’d been a hit with the younger crowd. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t offer it to any adult that came up to him. “I can give you a menu as well. Take your time!”
#animaniahqopen#🪄 tongue sweet like molasses | INTERACTIONS#this is the lamest starter im sorry i was rushing haha
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LOCATION: ECHO CREEK, COULTER BEACH
“I guess I ain’t never seen the appeal of the beach,” Tim admitted as he walked alongside the shore and his company. He wasn’t the best swimmer, he burned easily, and sand ended up in his shoes for weeks to come... and everywhere else. Not to mention there wasn’t much to do besides build castles and dip his toes in the water. Despite living close to the shore, he had the tendency to stay in his part of town, only heading to the beach a few times a year. “It’s neat and all, but I’d rather be in the fields, y’know, pickin’ fruit or somethin’.”
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open starter location: gaston’s tavern
Colette didn’t normally go out to drink alone. She normally dragged along her friends or found a temporary date so that she didn’t have to deal with strangers bothering her. Tonight she was in a good mood though, so she was fine with new people trying to speak to her. She could easily handle her own if it came down to it and if anything, she was looking forward to a few drinks and maybe conversation. For a while she slowly drank alone and that was perfectly fine. Nothing soothed her soul more than a drink after a long day’s work. Eventually someone sat next to her though and began to speak and Colette turned herself so that she could face them properly. “Non, non, non,” she said with a sigh, shaking her head. “This is not the night to have a simple drink! It is the kind of night that you ask for the finest thing they have and just go with it and see where the night takes you. Are you afraid to take a risk?” She held her drink in her hand. “This? Very expensive. But it okay. Because tonight will be a good night. Would you like me to order you one? I can pay for it this time.”
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open event starter
The event did say twenty and up, but Dani was fairly certain she was still the only one underage at the Sandersons’ party. In truth, she did not want to be there, already feeling on edge from the possibility of weird shit happening, as she’d learned that when it came to those three, shit was always weird. Still, she couldn’t just sit home while Max insisted upon coming, the fear of him doing something stupid like lighting a cursed candle a looming threat. With her brother nowhere in sight (despite their parents telling him to watch after her), Dani was left without someone to talk to or even so much as get her a drink. “Hey, you!” she called to the person in the back of the line for the bar. “I don’t know what the drinking age is in your part of town, but my ID is with my brother, who’s nowhere to be found, and no shot the bartender isn’t going to card me. Help a girl out?”
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//open event starter (loc: somewhere there’s a bar)
Lumiere sat in front of the bar just to start warming up. He didn’t have a date, and he only planned on going to the ball because he wanted to see how the food was going to be served. Of course he’ll probably flirt with a couple of ladies along the way, but that was already a given. Whether he will wake up with a woman beside him entirely depends of how he will spend his night. Hence, the best way to start it was to drink at the bar. To his amazement, the ball was even better than the parties he had before. It had more life to it, and especially more art. He took the rainbow colored cocktail and examined it. It must have been a fun experiment to taste the cocktail if he had the ability to do so. Still, he drank it and relied on the alcohol to keep him off his thoughts.
Ever since Claude came out to them, Lumiere felt the need to be more involved. The ball was one great initiative to do so. He sat on the stool, looking around to see if his best friend was around until someone from beside him slipped in. “You having a great time or what?” Everything was all too new for him that he felt a little bit excited as the other person sat beside him. “Look, I have glitter highlights on my face. This is amazing.”
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Cubby loved taking walks in Ketcham Park. He had just finished practicing his bass guitar, despite that he already came to the conclusion that he would forever suck at it, and decided he needed to get outside for some fresh air. It was a nice fall afternoon; if he had been in the writing mood, he would have brought his notebook with him for some poetry, but his bass practice had left him feeling mentally drained. Luckily, he saw a familiar face walking in the opposite direction toward him, and he smiled. “Hey! Where are you headed?” He asked, wanting some extra company but not wanting to intrude. “Mind if I join you?”
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//open starter
Duncan was in line to buy some more beer, only to find out that the line was taking too long for his liking. It seems like there was a middle-aged woman who kept raising her voice at the cashier, demanding whatever stupid thing she thought was entitled to be given to her. It was a typical case of a Karen, annoyed that her expired coupon wasn’t being accepted and using the language of whatever stupid law she believed in. It was these cases that infuriated Duncan more than ever, the unnecessary stress of living with a bunch of idiots contained in a small orb. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes and tried to control every inch of his being not to be put back in juvie. The last thing he needed was to punch a woman in the face, and it had never been as tempting an option as it was now.
Once the line moved, the woman got whatever she wanted. Duncan stood on the side, opening his breakfast and chugging the alcohol just outside the store. He saw that Mrs. Entitled walked to her car and placed her groceries inside, only to walk back to the store to harass the staff even more. Duncan figured this was the perfect time to flex some of his muscles. Taking a knife from his pocket, he quickly ran to her car and slashed the tires. And to dig the wound deeper, he scratched a skull on the side of her door, amused by his own masterpiece. He clapped his hands together before placing his knife inside his pocket when someone else from behind called him out.
For a moment, he thought it was the crazy lady from the store, but when he turned around, a different face showed up. "Oh, it’s just you. Phew." Duncan chuckled, placing his hand on his chest. "What? Mind your own business." He retorted as the other kept looking at him. "I don't care if you squeal. I won't admit to it." He said as he simply shrugged his shoulders.
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