#jaspermorgan

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @jaspermorgan

where: sharky’s halloween party

In a sea of faces he's not particularly enthused to see, Santiago's glad to see one that he's always glad to spot in the crowd, even if it did take him a second due to the glasses Jasper wore throwing him off.

"Who'd you decide to come as?" He asks when he's close enough to be heard, failing to conjure up a guess while he made his way over.

[pcrdita]

Jude: Hey man. Your car is done. Jude: The Coolant hose was replaced. — @jaspermorgan

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @jaspermorgan

where: his office, seascape hotel

"Loud and clear boss, loud and clear, in and out and no fucking around," Atlas says with a mocking salute as he turns away from the security guard who was unconvinced about letting him use the bathroom after they had argued for ten minutes straight about why he wouldn't be calling the owner down to the lobby.

"Fucking dick," He mumbles as he makes his way in the direction of the ground floor restroom and then keeps on going. There's no escaping that he was on a ticking clock, and after getting reluctant directions from a maid, he was riding the elevator until it dinged to a stop on the floor he had been instructed one Jasper Morgan's office was.

When he finds it, he presses his ear to the door and listens closely, trying to hear any sounds of voices on the other side. From what Google had to say, he sounded like a busy fellow and interrupting a meeting would be a bad first impression.

He can't hear any conversation, but he thinks he can faintly hear a familiar tune and the added curiosity has him knocking on the door and hoping that it gets answered before the same security guard from down below has the chance to find and tackle him.

[eddiemcmahon]

Closed starter for @jaspermorgan

Sat at the hotel's bar, Eddie gets a front row seat to what he quickly realizes is a patron going off about something in a shrill voice to the hotel's owner himself, and for something that sounds like it had been one hundred percent their fault, to boot. When she finishes, vowing never to return (Thank god, he thinks), Eddie says to the owner, "Running hotels sounds fun."

[joniebaek]

Switch off. Oh to dream. Jonie feels like she's been on standby her whole life, hovering between actually getting to settle for a few minutes and the dreaded action. She takes another look around, trying to find that sweet spot he's describing in the natural beauty around her until she hears her own name repeated back to her. Then her undeniable connection to this man. And Jonie is stuck with a sudden paralysis. The idea pops briefly into her head to pretend he had got it all wrong. She was not Jonie Baek, nor had she heard of the name. Then she realises it would be a total disservice to a really, actually, quite nice surprise reconnect in a place where she thought she knew no one in the world.

That, and her memories of Jasper Morgan were all golden tinged. Filled with smiles, the occasional laugh. Most importantly: no judgement. At least no judgement a ten year old could pick up on. Moments she messed up lines, brushed away, because of course they could reshoot. The complete opposite to her father's reaction on the car ride home about how she was wasting everyone's time if she couldn't remember a few silly lines.

'Yes.' The paralysis breaks - though no one tells her face, which still seems shaken. 'Jasper?' she says, 'Jasper Morgan?' Then his life story comes flooding back through wikipedia pages and news articles popping up on her phone the past twenty years. tv shows. Movies. Awards. Mor awards. She's tempted to feel inadequate sitting here on this park bench.

'Wow!' she says, shaking her head, a breadth of a smile, attempting to put herself all back together as a human capable of good, worthy conversation. 'Yes. Yes! It has. I have. You-' she starts but can't quite latch onto the next few words. The last time they had been in the same room, she was a tween, small for her age, and him, awaiting a long successful career. Instead of a overdue congratulations or anything resembling warmth, she remembers herself as a ten year old, looking up at him on set: 'You seem smaller now?'

@joniebaek

The Botanical Gardens were a place that Jasper wished he could come to more often. Amongst the hustle and bustle of the town was a natural paradise, a place where one could forget about their worries and walk amongst stunning flora. There were so many unique species with their own unique scents and it reminded Jasper of his visits to Kew Gardens growing up; it was one of his grandmother’s favourite places and if she were alive she’d be spending days on end just sat meditating or drawing the flowers she was most fond of.

As he listened to her ramble, Jasper couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew the woman who had struck up conversation with him. There was something incredibly familiar about her: her eyes, her voice, her presence…

“I am enjoying this,” he replied with a light laugh. “I’m not sure how you’re not. There’s nothing better than being surrounded by nature and I say that wholeheartedly after spending my entire life living in cities. I love coming here just to switch off for a while.”

He then glanced at the younger woman again and it quickly dawned on Jasper who she was. Jonie Baek. He had worked with her when she was only a child on a medical drama called 'Heartlines', which was filmed in Los Angeles. She was very talented, but was always overshadowed behind the camera by her overbearing and demanding father.

“Jonie?” Jasper then piped up the moment he realised. “My word, you’re all grown up! Well, of course you are. It’s just that I’m so surprised to see you in Aurora Bay, of all places. You remember me, right? Jasper Morgan. We were in ‘Heartlines’ together when you were about ten years old. How time flies, huh?”

[hannahxsinclair]

closed starter: @jaspermorgan

where: seascape hotel

Moving to Aurora Bay was probably the most impulsive thing Hannah had ever done in her life. But after losing her mother and discovering the people she loved the most was holding onto a secret of who her father was hurt her so badly she couldn't even imagine staying the night with her grandparents in London.

She'd moved to Aurora Bay with no plan other than trying to find her father and it wasn't until she settled into her condo that she really started thinking about it all logically. What if he had no idea who she was? What if he knew exactly who she was but he didn't care and wanted nothing to do with her? Did he know her mother was dead? Surely he did, it was all in the headlines when it happened. Did he hate her mother? Would he hate her? There were too many questions and too much anxiety ripping through her as Hannah stood in front of the Seascape hotel.

Hannah had tracked her father down to this location and she was terrified, feeling as though her feet were frozen to the parking lot as she watched guests and employees walk in and out of the revolving doors. She'd come all this way and she wasn't going to let herself chicken out now.

With a deep breath and with way more effort than it should've taken, Hannah started walked into the hotel. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the beautiful lobby and she smiled when she looked across the way and saw the amazing view of the ocean through the large windows at the back. But she wasn't here to gawk, and she tried to snap herself out of it and get down to business. She turned and saw the front desk, a man stood behind it with his back turned to her and she swallowed hard before walking up to the desk and speaking. "Excuse me? I'm looking for Jasper Morgan."

[claudiahuxley]

Closed starter @jaspermorgan location: seascape hotel

Claudia wasn't sure what she was doing lately, maybe having a mid life crisis early or maybe she just felt like her life was coming to its end of trying to remain sober. So many things that were all over the place she found herself checking out new location to gain some inspiration which she found herself at Seascape hotel which she heard had a fabulous view. She was sitting down tapping her pen against her sketchbook as she stared out the window and glanced over at the person coming by. "Oh, am I in the way? I could move."

[castillo-aargon]

where: sharky's (a rickety bar table in the far-off corner he has set up as his station) when: night with who: @jaspermorgan

every instinct present in his body told cas to just leave. between the loud music, the far too many people, and the increasing intoxication of said people gave him more than enough reason to bolt for the nearest exit. but when friends asked you to come out (and you had been dodging their invitations for over a year, well overusing the 'grieving card'.), you had to suck it up and be an adult about it. but I'll be an unmoving, pain-in-the-ass adult while doing it. so, there he sat: no costume, arms crossed across his chest like that bernie sanders meme that went viral years ago (his costume if anyone asked), and finishing off his second rum and coke for the night. "you don't have to stay here with me. I feel like I've kept you captive long enough." his voice low, but loud enough so jasper could hear him over the music. "go have fun! I'll be fine."

[gcldrushed]

thankfully, the stranger was more than willing to play along as they distanced themselves from the man who had been watching her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. even if her anxiety was overblown, it felt better to be safe than sorry.

once they were out of earshot, eleanor tilted her head to glance at her companion. “ yeah--i’m good, thank you, ” she said, trying to shake off the lingering unease. “ i just felt a little antsy around him—he started asking some personal questions. ” and anyone who knew her would recognize that she was a terrible liar, and she could almost see the truth slipping out behind her lips, which really wouldn't be for the best this time around.

when the man mentioned needing to chase the same guy out of his hotel, her curiosity piqued. “ really? did they cause any trouble for you? ” she asked, intrigue painting her features. maybe that guy really was bad news after all. // @jaspermorgan

Jasper was contemplating about what to cook for dinner tonight when he was ambushed, but he knew exactly what the young woman was doing and was more than happy to comply. He hated that some men still thought that they could do whatever they wanted with women and that they were somehow indebted to men. He was sure that this young woman was more than capable of handling herself, but he believed in safety in numbers and wasn’t afraid to cause a scene if the other guy persisted. Jasper hoped that if he wasn’t around and that something like this happened to Hannah, a kind stranger would step in to help her.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He said in his best flustered and stressed voice, turning up the American accent, knowing that his years of acting experience would come in handy for this. He recognised the creep from an incident at the hire a few months ago and hoped that the creep wouldn’t recognise him. “I was held up at the office again. Can you believe?!”

Jasper let the young woman take his arm and once they were out of the other guy’s earshot, he asked with concern in his normal voice, “Are you alright? I’ve had to chase him out of my hotel before, so I can understand you wanting to get as far away from him as possible. It’s lucky you did. Men like that don’t know when to quit, nor do they know the definition of ‘no’.”

[robbie-becker]

CLOSED STARTER for @jaspermorgan

"Hey, Jaz man!"

Robbie rolls up to the storage room on the housekeeping cart, balancing with one foot on the bottom shelf of it and leaning his entire upper half over the top of it where his elbows are cushioned by the towels.

"We got a couple of unapproved late check-outs in room 632. I double checked with the front desk, they didn't pay a late check out fee, and it is-" Robbie stands up straight with a sway until he gets one foot firmly on the ground. His wrist is held up and then turned to face the screen of his watch to Jasper.

"12:05 pm. We need the room for a new check-in tonight, and I don't like cleaning under pressure."

[santiagodeleons]

closed for: @jaspermorgan

where: four leaf

"Uh huh," Santiago says in the most unconvinced tone imaginable, barely following the thread of consciousness the Wisconsin native sitting in front of him was leading him down. It had started with the weather and somehow had twisted and turned into whether or not UFOs were real.

( They were, if Jerry Schultz was being asked and Santiago wishes he hadn't. )

He spots his out from the conversation in the form of a familiar face approaching the bar, making empty apologies to the patron as he stepped down the bar to greet his friend.

"Jasper Morgan, aren't we lucky tonight. You here to see this face?" He says of his own before he's unable to stop himself from what he suspects is the true appeal of his Irish Pub to Mr. Hollywood, "Or were you hoping to see a far prettier one than mine with a real nice English accent like yours?"

[roxdelrosario]

closed starter: @jaspermorgan

where: four leaf

Roxy had popped out of the kitchen for just a moment when she spotted a rather familiar face at the bar. She audibly gasped at the sight of him and she wished she could hide but it was too late. Jasper was the man who'd offered her a job at the hotel in town and as good of an opportunity as it was for her, Roxy hated the idea of leaving the pub and Santiago behind.

"I hope you only came here for a burger and beer." She told him almost playfully as she hoped he wasn't going to ask her about the job again. Only because she was torn though.

[yvonnesayler]

Yvonne lifts her eyebrows in pleasant surprise, not having been expecting that enthusiastic acquiescence, somehow. She watches with mild interest as he orders around the man behind the bar—which confirms her suspicion that he's somebody important, and must be why his face looks so oddly familiar—grinning understatedly as the drink is set down in front of her. It tastes divine, perfectly mixed.

"Something like that," Yvonne answers him dubiously, crossing one leg over the other and turning fully in his direction finally. "What about you? I take it you do more around here than conjuring up Cherry Coke on demand?"

@yvonnesayler

“Ah, you’re a Cherry Coke connoisseur, too, huh?” He laughed. “Excellent choice. That’s the best flavour.”

Jasper relayed the order to the bartender and they returned momentarily with the bubbling mixture in a large glass. Cherry really was the best flavour. There was something wrong about the vanilla one in his opinion. Lime was the next best, though. The Americans had a larger variety of just about everything; the selection in England was much more sparse and he thought that maybe there was too much choice in the US. Not that he could complain. If there was something for everyone then they were happy and that made Jasper happy too. He wanted everyone to feel included, even if it was just about a drinks order, and that was one of the most important values he instilled into the hotel.

“So what brings you here tonight?” He then asked. “Just trying to kick back after work?”

[atlasnolan]

“eavesdrop”

"He hired me on the spot, I swear to ya and if I swear to ya I wouldn't lie to ya because I'd only do that if I'm lying to ya, truthfully. He said 'Atlas, you remind me of me when I was your age but you're more interesting looking and American and a real go-getter. I need you to work for me, the hotel just won't run without you, mate.'"

By then, Atlas was trying on a British accent for size and executing it badly as he spun a yarn on FaceTime on the phone to Marisol who worked at the Super 8 motel in Orlando. He had been intending to tell his mother his good news, but it was clear from the fourth attempt at calling and the vaguely familiar receptionist who had her phone that that it was anyone's guess when he would actually be able to speak to her.

"Jasper Morgan, you do know who I'm talking about. He was in Tyrant!"

There's a pause before Marisol catches up, able to put a face to the name he kept talking about. Once they're on the same page, he continues.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I almost didn't take it because I've been beating away job offers left and right. Everyone wants a bit of Atlas but there's only one Atlas to go around, that's the problem."

He glances around fast like his sister might appear and correct him on the fact his many offers were more like one-point-five, but he realises fast that was an unfounded worry.

( She was off working her actual job. )

"Wicked cool guy though, probably should have been James Bond at some point. His favorite song is my song, did you know that? I suppose you wouldn't know that, would you. But now you do. It's At Last by Etta James, the one that sounds like she's saying Atlaaaasssss. That's a stroke of luck, isn't it? He definitely could have got me tasered by hotel security but he didn't. That was real nice of him."

When the receptionist insists that she has to go, Atlas almost knocks his phone off coffee table it was propped up on against his half-drank beer so he could talk hands free.

"Okay, I won't keep you but when you see my mom will you tell her what I told you exactly like I told you? Jasper Morgan. Atlas. Job. And that I'm really great and she should call me."

He knows none of those things singularly or combined were bait enough for the wiley woman who had birthed him, so he threw in what he knew would cinch the deal.

"And tell her that when I get paid I'll send her some money. If she calls me. Alright, thanks, thanks. Look after yourself, Mar. Bye, bye, byebyebye."

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. // @jaspermorgan

[gavin-carrigan]

Closed for @jaspermorgan

Gavin had classes in the morning which made having class at all on the Friday after Halloween make very little sense to him. But then again he was a college professor, he could just cancel it if he drank a bit too much the night before. Lord knows that only half his music theory and history classes would be there. He let out a sigh and walked back to the bar before seeing a familiar face. “ what do you think? Do you think anyone in my classes are gonna show up tomorrow? I think I've seen three of my students so far. “

[ithinkitscami]

closed starter for: @jaspermorgan / location: botanical gardens

"Are you looking to fill Seascape with live plants?" Camille questioned the man. She thought it was a good idea, but the care to do it all would be a lot. "You can look around here and I'm almost positive you can order what you want from Flora & Fauna." She was sure the owner would work with the referral if so, unless she misunderstood when he meant then anything she said could be disregarded.