#event 001 starter

[noah-eversley]

open event starter location: estate gardens time: 7:13pm

After escaping the event at the conclusion of Charles' speech, Noah sat on top one of the several retaining walls situated around the estate gardens. His shoulders slumped with the heaviness he felt pressing down on him. It had been an emotional few days. His weekly therapy session had caused an unusual level of anxiety. Noah knew he had made the wrong moves in several interactions with people over past week. He was not in the mood for a party like the event that he had expected to attend as an Eversley. There was no way he could sit around with a table of other people making small talk over a pretentious dinner. So right now, he needed to take his mind of the arguments happening in his head. It was like the an angel and demon battling for superiority within himself. He need to escape the expectations, even for just a minute.

Noah's eyes were locked on the dark star filled sky. The sun having completely disappeared behind the trees off in the distance now. If it wasn't for his exceptional hearing, he would not have even realised someone had approached from behind. "If you're here to give me a lecture or scold me or tell me to go back inside, don't bother." He called, turning his head ever so slightly to call the words over his shoulder. The oatmeal coloured suit he wore bunching slightly as he turned. Noah bought the joint he had been holding between his index finger and thumb to his lips; before sucking down the cannabis filled smoke.

[nomadjones]

closed for: @aiden-stevens

where: sharky’s halloween party

Numerous trips to the bar meant trips to the bathroom were unavoidable. Dallas made his way through the crowd on a return from one of the very same, feeling both warmed by the whiskey he had been drinking most of the night and somewhat overheated from having a leather jacket on in a place that rammed.

He had thought he gamed the bar-space when he made his way through a less densely populated part closest to the wall, where he had no chance of knocking into someone.

He hadn't anticipated that someone would have knocked into him.

There's no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't have even noticed it through his buzz if it wasn't for sudden dampness at his stomach where his white tank top was now drenched in what was dark enough to be Coke or Pepsi and what caught his nostrils with the unmistakable whiff of Jack Daniels.

He lets out and irritated breath as he pinches the fabric and holds it away from his skin, waiting a couple of seconds for an apology that didn't come.

"You got any plans this side of the century to say sorry?"

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @ninaxgray

where: boardwalk carnival, friday

"Nina!" Keo calls out as he quickens his pace to catch up to her, gaining on her before she had a chance to slip out of his eyeline and away from a conversation he feels like neither of them want to have but neither can avoid.

"Slow down. I need you to tell me what the hell is going on."

He has an inkling from what he had overheard when he had last been at his mom's, but the woman had been a vault since and the only other source he could implore for answers was his cousin.

[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..."

[ziggykyeons]

for: @spencer-sarmiento

where: sharky’s monster mash

The audacity, quite frankly, was getting to be too much.

After losing sight of Hercules when he slipped from his grasp and busied himself with a pretty girl Chucky and what he assumed was supposed to be a Dom Toretto in eyeliner, Ziggy had assumed that he must have went home and they were destined to be a missed connection.

( That was until he spotted a pair of well-defined calves on blatant display like Harlotcules still very much present at Sharkys. )

Had he had two less drinks that night and a modicum of insecurity in his own sauce he might have left it at not meant to be, but that wasn't Ziggy.

It's short work to make his way over to his man-who-most-definitely-wasn't-his-man, greeting him with a spank to an ass that was as perfectly-shaped as he thought it would be.

"You can't shake me that easily, Hunkules."

[xaviermattthews]

x 📲 nate.

x: happy new year from the lone star state. 🌵 x: did you catch up with your siblings yet or are you still quantifying those pros and cons into some sort of chart? x: my guess is bar. x: maybe pie. @nate-evans

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @jordanmitchell

"I feel like I'm the only person on theme," Mack complains once Jordan had drifted close enough to him to be within earshot. If it hadn't been her path, he would have tried out his lasso skills in ensuring that she didn't accidentally pass him by.

He's swinging the very same lasso in a contained circle so he didn't accidentally whip someone within in elbowing distance of him, shaking his head at the general congregation around him.

"First New Years, now this. I gotta stop going all out when nobody's matching my freak."

If Fiona had of been there, she would have.

[salvadorcavendish]

closed for: @rominacortez

where: aurora bay marketplace

With a mulled wine in each hand, Sal couldn't shake that something felt innately wrong to him about drinking alcohol from a coffee cup but his tenure as owner of Lost Spirits had taught him that anything could be an alcohol container if you were creative enough.

( Which Aurora Bay's college crowd certainly was. )

He holds one out to Romi, his own held to his chest where he could feel the warmth radiating from it.

"Has my father ran his latest bright idea by you?"

[silascody]

closed for: @heyits-asher

Wandering around the botanical gardens with a drink in hand and the sun at his neck isn't the worst way to spend an afternoon, Silas has decided. It certainly beat getting wood dust in his lungs from sawing. He's more aware than he usually would be of his surroundings because he's on mild Jordan-alert, not quite sure if she loved him or hated him this week and felt inclined to let him know either way should she have the same idea as him.

He does spot a familiar face, though it's a newer one, about as recent as they can be.

"Yo, Ash, right? You were at my birthday with the big guy. I think I was like four tequila shots passed where I should be so my bad if I made fuck all sense."

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @thewildrosebriar

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Hey, you! Pretty lady--" Atlas waves his hand to get the woman's attention, nodding when he thinks that he's secured it. "--Yeah, you. Help me out a second."

She looked like she was smart which made her the perfect candidate for his question as he asks it while doing a slow 360 degree spin to show off his costume in full.

"Do you know what I am? Costume wise."

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @delilahcarreno

where: sharky’s halloween party

"This is very elaborate," Santiago remarks, gesturing to Delilah's costume that had been chosen with far more care and effort than his own, which barely looked like one with his net propped up beside the bar.

"Wicked, right?"

[luckylewis]

closed for: @olie-pop

where: near aurora bay firestation

With a backpack on his back and an Ethel Cain tote hanging from his shoulder, Lucky felt like something akin to a pack mule as he trekked to the firestation with Olie to make a donation to the Toys for Tots drive that was ongoing.

"You see that?" He says to his friend as they stroll, holding up his left hand to show her where a fresh scrape was healing on the back of it, "That was your shorthaired co-workers doing when she was in the vet's for a check-up. She caught me off guard."

[nomadjones]

closed for: @atticuscortes

"Have you got eyes on Angel?" Dallas says to his other coworker as he cranes his neck to try and spot their mutual friend in a sea of stetsons and the odd cow print. He had made a mental note to keep an eye on him but that note had floated right out of his head when he had been hooked into a round of shots with a group of tourists who had no idea what was going on but were doing their best to vibe any way.

"He's milling around being a little awkward, you know how he is."

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @itsisla-dubois

where: sharky’s monster mash

“Isla, hey,” Keo greets with all the carefulness of a bomb technician once he realised who Marie Antoinette was. He was never sure which Isla he would get on any given day — the pleasant one, the petulant one or the numerous ones in between — until she opened her mouth.

( One thing he could never call her was boring. )

“You having a good time?”

[starlessleep]

"Oh — fuck me,"

Living underground was not something Stella had anticipated ( had anyone, really?? ), and while there were some supplies she always had ready to go in case of such an emergency evacuation, limited time to prepare meant a limited time to gather her most precious belongings. "I don't think I have a single package of coffee in this entire supply package. Is coffee considered essential? Is someone designated to give out daily doses?" She'd never realized how dependent she was on it, even if it was watered down and instant. "You wouldn't happen to have any to spare, would you?"

stella kwon ☆ open

[saulweissberg-archive]

availability / @thethaliaclark setting / claret park baseball field, april 9th, during the sixth inning.

though he knew no one would believe him, it wasn't intentional. he didn't set out to hire a collegiate baseball player to be his proxy in the charity game just to piss thalia off, or have someone compete against the collegiate player she sponsored to play in the game. he didn't set out for it to happen, but once he realized the coincidence, well... saul came from a very long, long line of competitive men. if it wasn't for the sponsorship, he probably would've only come out to support phoebe. now that he had some actual stake in the game, saul found himself paying close attention to a sport that he hadn't given a single fuck about in his entire life. oh, and it had absolutely nothing to do with his ex-wife, thalia clark, thank you!

it really, really was a coincidence. he had the sudden bright idea to sponsor a player after discussing the charity game with a few friends, subconsciously remembering thalia bringing up the prospect years ago when they were still married. when he realized thalia was doing the same thing this year, it was only then he remembered it had been her idea in the first place. oops. so, now he had double the reasons to want his team to win the game. of course he expected to see his ex at the baseball game, but he tried his hardest to avoid her. sitting with rachel helped, then running into elijah at the concessions stand, he hadn't much time to look around for thalia (just to ignore her). not until he left for the bathroom during the sixth inning. on his way back to the stands, he saw thalia up ahead and then nearly got knocked over a moment later.

for a second, he thought thalia toppled him. he knew better, though. she was one of the most graceless graceful people he had ever met. that was one of the first things he noticed about thalia that first night they met at the al smith dinner all those years ago: she moved like a swan. that, and her striking eyes. a prolific yogini, she had such elegance and poise about her, it was kind of shocking just how much of a klutz she could be. his hands shot out to grab her forearms. “whoa there, birdie.” just like a swan, her old nickname falling easily from his lips. it was easier to say than her real name. sometimes he still got her mail. he missed when her mail was addressed to: mrs. thalia clark-weissberg. sometimes it said just thalia clark. it hurt every time he read it. “are you trying to kill me before the game is even over because your team is losing?” was her team losing? was his? he truly didn't know.