#dehqstarter

[runningroadsfm]

who:  open

where:  the  merchant  market

the  market  was  loud  today—louder  than  usual.  voices  overlapping,  deals  being  shouted  over  the  clatter  of  crates  and  boots  on  pavement.  inés  moved  through  it  like  she  always  did,  quiet  and  steady,  a  satchel  on  her  shoulder  and  her  ledger  peeking  out  from  under  her  arm.

she  stopped  at  a  stall  selling  dried  goods,  picked  up  a  bundle  of  herbs—rosemary,  maybe,  or  something  pretending  to  be—and  rolled  it  between  her  fingers.  it  crumbled  too  easily.  stale.

“you’re  charging  full  for  this?”  she  said,  not  unkind,  just  unimpressed.

she  didn’t  wait  for  an  answer.  just  stepped  aside,  letting  someone  brush  past  her.  her  gaze  lifted,  scanning  the  crowd,  not  really  looking  for  anyone—but  not  avoiding  it  either.

“place  is  getting  sloppy,”  she  muttered,  mostly  to  herself,  adjusting  the  strap  on  her  shoulder. 

[xsilenced]

where: outskirts of the forrests

who: open

Eli had been out scavving. It has been how she survived for most of her adulthood, and now it was her escape. This place had begun to feel small, oppressive. There was an itch to escape that was completely at odds with the life she was trying to live.

She was nearly back to this strange imitation of civilization when her foot caught in a small pot hole, twisting her ankle and sending her tumbling to the ground.

Eli cried out, quickly realizing as she tried to stand that it was unlikely to hold her weight. A sound behind her sent her heart racing. Hunter seemed much more likely than friend out here.

"Hello?" She called cautiously, looking around for the source of the noice, unsure if man or beast would be worse. "Help me back and I'll split my finds with you..."

[murdcrofcrows]

where: somewhere in burnington outside

open event starter, choose your own adventure

mama always said that dixie didn't have a learning problem, she had a listenin' problem. that's how she'd managed to avoid all the mothman whispers and hocus pocus talk that had been going around. there's quite a bit you could convince her of, but a half man, half moth with glowing red eyes was not one of them. call it the remnants of her southern baptist upbringing, but there was still some fear of god left in her and she knew better than to go off worshipping false idols. not that she did much worshipping in the first place.

if she had been listening lately, however, maybe she would have known about the unusual amount of moths, bats, and butterflies that had been showing up in town; or the uptick in hallucinations and public freakouts in the past couple weeks. instead, she was damn near clueless when she saw people gathered around looking at something she couldn't see from behind. "hey what's goin' on? what are y'all lookin' at?"

[murdcrofcrows]

where: the mad scientist

open starter

"yeah, it can get a little spooky around here at night." but that was everywhere, wasn't it? none of it was the safety of the afterglow bunkers or compound. supposedly the bunkers and vaults were all emptied out but frankie has yet to see her parents again and is positive they'd disown her if they were around, so what did it matter? it didn't and she would not be convinced otherwise.

"what do you think about cryptids? what's your take on the new equinox activities?" frankie would be angry about it, maybe, but as she stood it was giving her more business and now the peacekeepers have all but forced people to stay inside for a couple of hours while they cleared some mess outside her establishment ( and no, she didn't care to go look at what it was ). "well we ain't going anywhere, how about you and i see if i really can drink ye clean underground, hmm?" sounded like a good time to her and what else was there? board games? nope. not today satan.