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[crimsonxveil]

LOCATION: ANCHOR COFFEE SHOP MUSE: CAROLINE FORBES

Caroline was lost in thought as she waited to put her coffee order in at Anchor coffee shop and what was she thinking about? So much, the fact that she was in this place, the fact that her children weren't with her and the fact that in another world she had carried the twins of Alaric Saltzman. To her, she had left mystic falls and went off to start her own life when her mom died but that's not what happened in every universe. It was all confusing but she was just trying to keep it together, she turned her head when she felt a tap on her shoulder "Hmm?"

[brxxtanner]

Location: Walking down the Street

Bree was just walking down the street looking at her phone when she noticed a stranger drop their wallet and she would of hated if something like that happened to her so she walked over and picked it up and walked quickly after the stranger. "Excuse me, you dropped this" she spoke holding up the wallet.

[littlestsalvatore]

Location: Anchor Coffee Shop

The last thing stefanie remembered was being at home from collage visiting her mom and dad and then all of a sudden she was in some strange world where her mom and dad were no where to be found. It was unreal and it still was but all she could hope for was that her parents might be pulled into this world as well because she didn't think she could live without them, her gaze met a stranger bothering another and she rose her eyebrow "hey jackass how about you leave them alone and I don't rip out your tongue" she spoke drinking her coffee and smiling.

[queenofithaca]

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Tadasana. Urdhva hastasana. Uttanasana. Chaturanga. As Calla moved into the low push-up pose, she could feel the muscles working in her arms. Rising into an upward-facing dog and then a downward, she exhaled heavily, stretching out her legs. The yoga instructor often did a couple of sun salutations before her early morning class at the studio near midtown. As she reached tadasana one more time, she exhaled and brought her hands into prayer position, a peaceful expression on her face.

There was a rustle near the door and Calla’s head turned toward it. “You’re early,” she said with a smile on her face as she gestured to the empty room, darkened except for some small lights in the corner. The studio was in the penthouse of a large skyscraper and one wall was windows that looked out over Manhattan and into Queens. The sun had not yet risen. “But pull up a mat. We’ll get started soon enough.”

Calla took a long sip from her bottle of water before speaking again. “There’s something poetic about doing sun salutations as the sun rises, is there not?”

[ofgoldenjustice]

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With the significant amount of time that had passed since Astraea had lived among the mortals, she had forgotten how utterly frustrating it was. That frustration had only grown with the current state of the world, and the current state of her being.

Orelia was fine, Astraea supposed. But being so young meant that no one actually listened to her, and Astraea found herself growing increasingly tired of being stuck in such a place. Changes needed to be made, and it was becoming clear that while stuck in Orelia’s body, she would not be able to effectively petition for any of them.

Still, there were some aspects of mortal life that she had found that she did not mind as much. Dusk had settled over the city, and the stars would be out soon. Even now, Astraea found comfort in the celestial sky, and she moved through the park, eager to find an empty bench to settle in to for a bit. When she did, she happily took a seat, pulling out a book, content to stay put until the stars would guide her home.

What she did not anticipate, however, was the shadow that covered her page. Looking up, she raised a brow, “Can I help you?”

[aroselle]

     Another day, another afternoon spent lounging about in a park, the sun against his skin. While Alexandre loves New York with all of his heart, he hates how cold it gets in the winter, and knows that he must take advantage of these last few warm days before he has to break out his collection of sweaters. Luckily, this day was particularly warm, for late October, and his shirt being unbuttoned so wholly wasn’t uncomfortable. Shooting a glance at his phone, he picked it up, scrolling through some notifications, going to reply to a DM about booking for the upcoming week.

     It was just as he was typing out a response that he felt a shadow over his skin. Moving his phone as to keep it from blocking his vision, he looked up at the other, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Can I help you with something?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, slight accent still tinting his words despite how long he’d lived on this side of the ocean. “Or are you just admiring the view?”

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[harmoniousxaddie]

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Harmonia had always spent the majority of her time with her mother (then with her husband, of course, and then as a snake). Being in this form, where Aphrodite didn’t know who she was and viewed her as a coworker - a friend, at best, but Harmonia didn’t think it had got that far yet - well, all of this was draining. Whereas before she would have found family to go to, here she was at loose ends when it came to finding someone to vent to. She knew a few of the other gods but hated to burden anyone with her problems. She had found a few places where she could go when she was overwhelmed and wait for the sensation to subside. She was in her favorite park at the moment, lost in thought, when she heard something behind her and shifted without looking. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “lost in thought, I’m afraid.”

[deathspinner]

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even in the city as busy as new york, its streets packed with people almost regardless of the time of the day, sonya gets to enjoy her luxuriously large personal space. she walks and people will do whatever they can to avoid getting too close to her. they will step aside; the crowds will part. maybe someone would find it unnerving and distressing, the lack of contact between you and the rest of the world. 

sonya, however, is not one of those people. 

her heels click sharply against the sidewalk as she moves forward, and she is utterly unbothered by the reactions others might display at the sight of her. she truly could not care less of them, not when her gaze suddenly fixates itself on a figure standing not too far from her. sonya’s movements come to a halt. she tilts her head to the side, lips pressed together in consideration. ah well, she muses, running into one of them was inevitable. 

and she moves again, though this time she does not stop until she is standing right next to the person. “humor me.” sonya does not ask; she commands. “what do you think will happen to”—her slender finger points at a young couple ( late twenties, two working professionals, no human children, just a pet or two ) chatting across the street—“them in the next ten years?” her most consistent source of amusement? hearing their whimsical ideas.

[elysiuminbloom]

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Despite the high cost of living and the mound of student debt she did her best not to think about, there were some little luxuries that Laurel would not go without. One was her cup of coffee from a small hole in the wall cafe that she indulged in every morning. She would move to something herbal by lunch but there was nothing like a swift kick of caffeine to perk her up ready for the work day.  

Spread before her on the table was that day’s paper, and specifically, the obituaries. There were a large number of deceased mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters. But Laurel was always surprised by the number of people who had passed rather than died; like the deceased were an object, a ship passing in the night, perhaps, but not a person. She often wondered whether society would not be more comfortable with their mortality if they could at least speak about their inevitable end less euphemistically. 

She turned a page not seeing any names she recognised as she wondered aloud, “Why is everyone so afraid to talk about death?”

[petalonastream]

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After growing up in New York City, Elsie had developed an ease and comfort when it came to getting around. Though Eurydice still wasn’t sure how much of that childhood was true, she was still able to find her way around with the confidence of someone who had been here her whole life, and had found that her favorite spots hadn’t changed with the onslaught of the truth.

One such spot was a small tea shop, not far from the bookshop she had taken a job in. Working wasn’t entirely necessary, but she found a kind of peace among the well stocked shelves, and sometimes, after the energy it took to complete a rehearsal or performance, the overall hush of the place was a sort of refuge.

The door gave a small ding as she entered, and she let the air warm her for a moment, before shrugging off her jacket and making her way to the counter. It seemed another had had a similar idea, but they had positioned themselves in such a way that it was hard to tell exactly what they were trying to do. “Ah - sorry,” she tried her best to get their attention, “Were you in line?”

[ncbulovs]

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-- If she looks angry, it’s because Odette is; what was the point of a sleeping pill didn’t put her to sleep? The lack of regular sleep was getting to her -- her skin felt stretched too tight for her body, there was a dull knot of pressure at the base of her skull that no amount of painkillers seemed to alleviate, and those dark bruise-like crescents beneath her bright eyes. She can’t remember the last time she’d been able to sleep (false. she remembers exactly, but to admit that she needed someone would be...mortifying, in a word), so perhaps she can be forgiven for picking up the incorrect drink from the cafe counter.

What was less forgivable was her decidedly theatrical overreaction. Coffee was spewed from her mouth the moment the too sweet liquid made contact with her tongue. “The fuck is this,” she hissed at an innocent barista, “I asked for a large coffee with two extra shots for espresso, not--” Odette lifted the offending cup high, wrist turned so she couldn’t see that the name scrawled across the cardboard was not hers-- “whatever sugary, hipster nonsense this is.”

Before she can continue to rant, the barista is saved by the timely interruption of an approaching figure. Gem-like eyes cut across strangers to identify the one who spoke, gaze narrowed and lip curled like a lioness in hunt.

[crimsonxveil]

LOCATION: OUTSIDE OF GREYS BOOKSTORE MUSE: PHOEBE GREY ( FIFTY SHADES OF GREY )

Phoebe was distracted, this new city was stranger and things weren't like they were back home and honestly she missed her parents and her brother and she wished they were here. She was currently closing the bookstore for the night and she could really use a coffee, she was balancing a couple of books and her keys and phone in her arms and when she turned around she collided with another and her books fell onto the floor "shit, sorry, I didn't see you there."

[adaraphillips]

&& LOCATION cabaret bar &&WHEN 2am  &&WHO open  | @ohqstarters

Her lithe frame had slipped through the evening crowd easily, a myriad drinks carefully balanced on her tray. There were nights when not a soul showed up, quiet settling over the bar... and then there were ones like these- chaotic, messy, seemingly never-ending. Adara had been back and forth with orders, amidst her sempiternal shift. Just when she had a moment to breathe, someone would wave her over with another request. It was far from glamorous- the ridiculous costume made to match a faux moulin rouge aesthetic, the plethora of lonely hearts looking for something new. But it paid most of the bills... for now. The early morning hours began to descend when she heard the magic words- last call. Turning to her closet table, she forced on a smile. “Alright love, if you’re still planning on picking your poison, time is slowly ticking away... anything in mind?” Adara nodded, arms leaning on the high top table as emerald eyes looked them over.

[shebeguiled]

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her seat at the bar is a lonely one , and that’s unbecoming of sabine — loneliness , that is. especially here , in the middle of a packed nightclub , where people are pressed so close to one another on the dance floor it’s hard to discern where one person begins & another ends. they’re all just . . together. bodies writhing , warm , pulsing to the beat of the music , enraptured with one another under the haze of pleasure and alcohol and whatever else they’ve taken. and she ? she is not. the little dove perches on her stool and fidgets , smoothing her hair , toying with the pendant of her necklace as she awaits her drink ; something sweet , just as she is. something that will leave the tang of fruit & summertime on her lips , were someone to lean in for a taste. perhaps a dash of melancholy , too — but that’s what she hopes to change.

a stranger sidles up near her seat to signal the bartender and curiosity raises its head sleepily from where it’s curled up inside her , slumbering , waiting for something truly interesting to rouse. maybe they’re that something. someone. as they place their order , her lips curve gently.

“   fair warning , it might be a while. i ordered a malibu paradise ten minutes ago and i’m still waiting , so . .  you might want to take a seat.   ” her tone isn’t overly critical , in fact , it’s sweeter than honey  — she can see how busy the bar is , how the staff rushes to do what they can. it’s not a shot at the service itself , merely a helpful suggestion , maybe a ploy to get a little company. her chin dips towards the stool beside her. helpfully , of course. just a suggestion.

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          because we’re ever so excited to get this roleplay up and running, a number of our roleplayers have voted to OPEN FOR IC INTERACTIONS NOW! which, ahem, we will be. if you’re unable to get on today, have no fear! we’re gonna do our first activity check on wednesday anyhow. i’m so glad we have such dedicated muns who love this as much as we do. so enjoy yourselves! remember, your outlander has just arrived ( a month or less ) and the starter tag is ohqstarter.  

[olympivnshq]

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