#armastart

[all-cf-me]

closed starter for @buriedwithit (max) where: where else?

As fun as it is to have the Lady up and running again, Seth's happy to get a moment to breathe as they close up for the night, his mind and bones aching after a month of disuse. He makes his way across the floor, stopping here and there to ensure jobs are being done properly before he finally sidles up to the bar to chat up its purveyor.

"Talk about a sight for sore eyes," Seth greets, a sharp grin slashing across his face as he leans heavy on the bar top. "So how'd you fare downstairs, mister Maximillian?"

[diegooooreyes]

...l o a d i n g

where: helmouth when: 0200 hours (approx. 2:00 am) who: open

God, Sol City was fucking nasty after dark - in the best way possible, of course.

Diego watched from his spot at the bar as the throng of bodies on the dance floor undulated and swayed to the time of the glitchy house beat that floated through the club from a hundred different strategically placed speakers, permeating the air in a way that felt almost physical. Alive. Normies and mutants alike were pressed together from ankle to armpit, swapping spit, grinding, moaning, laughing, taking shots and bumping lines.

To him, it was art. A symphony. An orchestra of hot, sweaty people behaving exactly like hot, sweaty people fucking should. He grinned, tossing back the last dregs of the drink he had been nursing, and nudged the body perched on the stool next to his.

"Why aren't you out there?" He jerked his head back towards the dance floor. "You been sittin' in the same spot all night, man. Not exactly getting your money's worth, you know?"

Diego stood, taking a long moment to stretch out the kinks in his spine. Turning back, he added, "Come dance. Got an hour til 'lights up' - more than enough time to make some poor fucking decisions."

[lolipopchainscw]

Gilbert & Open Starter for Anyone!

It could've been a trick of the light. Like a chivalrous devil offering a pact, he stepped out from the shadows. Gilbert's clothes are ironed, his smile friendly, and his hands are clasped casually behind his back. "You are a very difficult person to contact," he said. "Or do you just not like me? Just so you know, ghosting hurts my feefees."

[brcwled]

⸻ wade leaned against a battered tram sign in the city square, holding a sandwich wrapped in a very questionable foil. eyeing it with suspicion, he gave it a sniff before grimacing, "y'know, i've eaten some bad stuff before, but this? this is personal. like, i think the bread insulted my mother."

you could practically hear the lightbulb flick on above his head, and soon he was holding it out towards the poor unfortunate soul that happened to be standing a little too close. "you got an iron stomach? or better yet, a death wish? got a delicacy here i'd trade for... i dunno, literally anything edible. i'm talkin' scrap ration crumbs, expired candy, maybe even a story worth hearin'."

he smirked, shaking the sandwich for effect. "come ahhhnnnnn, don't make me beg. it's unbecomin' of a guy like me!"

[thecipherr]

l o a d i n g . . .

where: the underground when: 01900 hours (approx 7 pm) who: open

He's been biding his time for hours, now, but has yet to find an opportunity to slip away to The Crucible using the interconnected subterranean tunnel system down here. Everyone is just so... close. For someone so used to flying under the radar, being crammed down here with the entire city is daunting.

Sighing, he relaxes further into the shadows, eyeing the people around him as they mill about, laughing and conversing.

"Can I help you?" He asks, mild hostility coloring his tone, as a vaguely familiar form gets a little too close for comfort.

[floramioris]

who: open where: tunnels, wherever they have food when: noon

she wasn't exactly thrilled to be trapped in the underground tunnels, but it wasn't the worst place to be. they could all be on the surface like one of the hundreds of house plants that were currently probably dying in her apartment. lara wondered when exactly the novelty of living underground would start to wear off. she was glad that her father was alright, though he seemed less than thrilled that he'd have to spend an entire month underground. annoyingly, lara had a pocket full of wildflower seeds and no dirt. she could still make them grow, but they wouldn't be permanent. there was only so much she could do to make the people around her smile just a little bit more at the predicament. "oh, well. none of this looks... i bet it won't be that bad." she looked at the food and sighed, knowing that even her optimism couldn't make this situation better.

[k-618]

Conquest ; open 📍 Sol City ; The Bearded Lady

It had all started out with a drunken challenge—a military jerkoff by the looks of it, betting the other they could beat her in an arm-wrestling match. In the back of her mind she had hoped that whole holding a Sergeant over the boiling river incident would’ve been forgotten by now but it seemed like she had unofficially made enemies with every single testosterone-fueled idiot in the area.

So much for a chill night at the bar.

“And that’s another round of fries from you, soldier.” The familiar Cheshire grin spreads across her face, mockingly pointing at the loser who had dutifully ordered another round of fries as promised. Kei had consumed about two drinks and a basket of fries at this point. About to be two. The night was still young but god was she done with these… choice gentlemen.

She had already beaten all three at arm-wrestling by this point and they lingered around still, itching for another go. With the buzz she had going on it was getting harder and harder to not wipe the floor with these clowns to get some peace.

[starlessleep]

renato luna ☆ open starter

In his hands, Ren holds a piece of paper with his own delicate handwriting printed on it. A time and place, and his best attempt at a dragon and knight. "Is there, um, maybe somewhere central I can post this?" He asks. "I figure we'll be down here for a while and...well...at my old home, this was a game we used to sometimes play to pass the time. I thought I'd try it again. If, you know...anyone was interested, that is..."

[thexbclter]

solar flair event ft. anyone. | open starter closing at (0/4).

the idea of being locked underground in a shelter for a month was possibly the worst thing they could imagine. if serenity had it her way she would take her chances above land. especially considering that some people were taking things to extremes. they were leaned against a bag of her belongings. completely wrapped in her jacket. trying to conserve her energy. she needed to stay warm. but, resting was not an option. there was a man, elderly and senile, going on and on about the end of times. didn't he know the end of times had come and gone and they were all just left behind? she hissed at the thought, black eyes opening to find another person, "what do we do?" she asked raising a brow, voice only above a whisper, "put a plastic bag over his head and get it over with?"

[bitchtakes]

                            “ you'd think after spending so much time underground, people would be more . . . bubbly? or smiley? i don't know . . . but for sure not so darn aggressive about everything. a customer told me to shove our pharmacy policies where the sun doesn't shine. and all because they were trying to fill a fake prescription, like, what has happened to pleasantries? ”

[sonnyakari]

"Do you want to know a secret?" She puts her hand to the air, moving her fingers delicately, as if playing an invisible harp.

"There are rainbows everywhere, if you know where to look." In one purposeful pluck, the light all around the two of you bends to Sonny's will and suddenly, there are a hundred rainbows. Multihued streaks circle around the two of you, a dance of color. "Neat, huh?"

[all-cf-me]

closed starter for @dragonkcn

Seth's a ridiculously busy guy, but even he isn't above some low-hanging-fruit flirtation when he sees a particularly stunning woman, especially a woman like Sangah. He's armed with unshakeable confidence and a crooked grin as he saunters himself uninvited into her life - if rejection is the worst that can happen, Seth's doing just fine. "Pity to enjoy such a beautiful morning by yourself, huh?" he starts, slipping off his sunglasses to fold them onto the front of his shirt. "Lemme get you a coffee, we can brood in silence together."

[diegooooreyes]

l o a d i n g . . .

where: underground when: 2100 hours (approx. 9:00 pm) who: @buriedwithit (ezra)

It hadn't even been an entire day yet, and Diego was already ready to climb the fucking walls. Being down here, cut off from the outside, no privacy, no fucking entertainment - it was messing with him. How he was supposed to make it an entire month was beyond him.

"I hope you come bearing distractions, man. I'm going fucking crazy."

[lolipopchainscw]

Jolene & Open Starter for Anyone!

Jolene's raincoat sleeves were sewn for taller people, longer limbed people. She was petite, which made her the first-choice to send into tight crawl spaces for Scavenging. Black fabric, with its cuffs of faux fur, draped limply over her hand. It hid the bandages, crusted reddish-brown from a Scavenging accident that morning. "I don't want to join your club," she said, through clenched teeth. "I don't want to join your cause. And I don't need whatever the fuck it is that you're selling."

Jolene glanced back, her jaw set sternly and brows furrowed.

"I'm too busy for that shit," she said.

That was, of course, a lie. Jolene's afternoon plans consisted of gluing a model robot in the same bedroom she'd slept in since she was nine years old. Those plans were shot, however, until the nerves in her dominant hand could regrow. So technically, her afternoon schedule was cleared.

[animusvenenatus]

OPEN STARTER

“I’ve created something that kills people. And in that purpose, I was a success.” Aiyana looks at the crow perching on the bench beside her, the steel blade of a knife glistening in its beak. "It's the perfect weight to be dropped from the sky, and pierce through someone's skull. I doubt I'll ever want to do that, but it's still a fun idea."

[00exmachinations]

loading... loading... ://ACCESS GRANTED.

location: the underground. canteen. status: open to all.

each differing food type has been meticulously sectioned off to limit contamination. he has a system in place you see. a bite from this, a bite from that. less desirable items are consumed first, enabling him to fully enjoy those left behind, and each sip of his drink is timed. such routine allows him to eat while his focus lies elsewhere.

the cybernetic eyes of his guard offer a view of multiple angles. crystal clear of course. don abbott refuses to sell anything but the best. this and his effortless bouncing between security cameras makes him feel something akin to safety... but not quite. the world is a dangerous place. one that marches to the beat of its own drum. his experience as a gen i mutant and memories of the end can attest to that.

he's cycling rapidly through his nearby tablet when he's approached. a silent message is sent to his guard - telling him to stand down - as don abbott deigns to withdraw from his machinations and settle most of his attention upon their company. his smile is easy and polite but the cold glow of his pupils remains unnerving.

"hello. how may i help you?"