#pls feel free to assume connections!

[oflowtides]

open starter @nottinghillstarters location: next chapter bookstore

"Do people still buy coffee table photo books?" Naz idly picked up one of the larger books on display, a wistful look on his face. "I was thinking of maybe putting something out like this, but I'd want the risk to be worth the reward."

[whitefrrari]

OPEN STARTER ! @nepofmstarters WHERE ? central park .

he'd long been ABANDONED by his friends that he'd met up with earlier , but he was still here , throwing and chasing a frisbee all by himself . it wasn't really working out well — he wasn't quick enough to catch the disc half the time — and so he was ready to call it day . not without one final toss though ! ... he probably should've looked before flinging it though , because now the frisbee was sailing full - speed directly towards [ YOUR MUSE ]'s face . " NOOOOOOO ! " if it was possible to press the slow - mo button on real life , it would've happened now . " — watch out ! " myles is sprinting towards them , but he wasn't fast enough to save them . the frisbee [ NARROWLY MISSES Y/M / SMACKS Y/M IN THE HEAD ] just as myles comes to a screeching halt all but two feet in front of them . " i am SO sorry . are you alright ? "

[brntout]

location : the dance floor @ the warehouse

time : approximately 10:30pm.

open : to anyone!

“are you thirsty? wanna grab a drink?” kennedy half yells into the other’s ear, yet her voice is barely audible over the music pumping around them. fingers flutter down the other's arm, ready to grab hold of their wrist to lead them out of the dance floor or loosely interlace her digits with theirs to twirl them around. depends on their answer!

[beauclary]

WHO: Open to Anyone WHERE: Rosie's Diner WHEN: March 6th / a little after 6pm

To look at him now, it's almost difficult to imagine that there was a time when Beau Clary had the infectious sort of charisma that could engage an entire room. Hell, an entire stadium, at least once a week for a good chunk of the year for nearly all of his life. He's almost a shell of that man now ― at least in mind and spirit, if not in body. It's almost comical, actually, for someone so physically imposing to hold himself so small ; a hardened pebble in the sole of the Wexley, jammed into the grooves. Out of sight, out of mind. To his credit, he's done a commendable job at convincing himself he prefers it this way anymore.

But he's been lured out of the quiet lonely isolation of his apartment under a moral obligation to appease the kind hand that feeds and now ― now ― Beau stands in the middle of Rosie's Diner looking a bit like a deer in headlights. He feels a bit foolish, really ― it's not as if he doesn't know these people, even if he doesn't really know them, but he feels awkward and bumbling, like a perfect stranger stumbling into a family reunion. In spite of the fact that he doesn't really know where to go, he feels inclined to get out of the way, so he locks his gaze on the nearest empty chair and quickly makes his way over.

Looking up a bit sheepishly once he's seated, Beau clears his throat. ❝ Hi. Oh, hell, Ihis, um ― I'm sorry, this seat weren't taken, were it? ❞

[albcrts]

CAPPED FOR NEW REPLIES.

the small artefact museum was not a likely place to find albert, but he was danced out ( for the moment, at least ) and feared if he ate much more cake he might turn into a slice himself and so found himself there in search of something else to do. discovering he was not alone in the room, with a soft laugh he pointed out a nearby figure. "he's a funny looking fellow, is he not?" if it was in fact meant to be a fellow ; he could not be sure. "looks a little like my father first thing in the morning." @londonhigh-societystart

[oceanicfate]

open starter ꔫ @hiddenstarters.

lucerys was, to put it gently, freaking out. these weeks before his well-deserved christmas break from university seemed to drag on forever, piles upon piles of seminars, exams and essays to turn in not helping at all with his pounding headache. in fact, he believed the headache now made up for 80% of his self. fantastic.

he was sitting alone at a cafeteria, surrounded by his notes and textbooks as he tried to produce a coherent analysis of beowulf, hating every line of the heroic poem he usually loved. "what if i just give up on all of this bullshit and marry a wealthy person instead? that seems a lot more reasonable," the raven-haired boy mused out loud.

[icytales]

open starter!! // @hiddenstarters

Kaeya slides a tall cocktail in front of the patron. It was a simple Long Island Iced Tea, garnished with a slice of lemon sat on the rim of the glass. He smiles coolly when their eyes meet. "It's on the house," he says in a casual tone. "You look like you could use the drink." As he began to mix another cocktail order, he continued. "You seem weary, friend. Rough day?"

[antoinettefms]

LOCATION: the jersey devil, hours after the chaos FOR: everyone @helltownhqstarters

"here, looks like you need it more than i do." there's really no solid news yet of what really had went down at the summer solstice, but it seemed enough for antoinette to conclude to herself that whatever may have happened, it was a sight nobody deserved to see. she knew that there was always something strange in this town, a place she grew up in, but as of late, the dancer knew it was more than just the feeling that engulfed this place. she moved close, cautiously to sit beside the other person. "anything i can do? keep the drinks coming, or something else? just tell me what you need, babe. i got you."

[chillpills]

𖤐⋆.˚ STATUS ... open ! 𖤐⋆.˚ LOCATION ... i'm indecisive as hell so literally anywhere tht fits !

people who claimed to finish crossword puzzles in ten minutes or less were full of shit. jude would end up staring at a set of empty boxes for ten minutes alone before her pen would even ink the first letter. either those people were cheating or they’d managed to memorize the entirety of the thesaurus — the dictionary too. she wasn’t sure why she did them, to waste time mostly, but more often than not the margins would be decorated with flowers, smiley faces, and the occasional ‘superman s’ instead of an actual answer. this time around, she’d gotten relatively far along. just a few words left. prying her lips from the straw she'd been absentmindedly gnawing at ( how ladylike ), she sat back and straightened out. god forbid she hunch, could even hear her mother's grating voice barking at her in her head 'shoulders back, chin up, tits out' ... granted she only ever abided by the two formers, never the latter. each heavy blink rid her vision of the checkered boxes, but she couldn't accept defeat just yet. wouldn't dare. “ hey, ” she eventually chirped, an attempt to address whoever happened to be within earshot. “ you wouldn't happen to know a word for ‘a gathering of crows’ would you ? ” pen tapped along the corresponding spaces, “ six letters. ”

[noellexdriscoll]

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: Noelle's home in Seabrook Quarter on November 21st, the day of her Friendsgiving

"Oh my god, hi!" Noelle beamed as she opened her front door to greet her guests. "I'm so glad you could make it! Please, come in and make yourself at home. We have plenty of food, drinks, desserts... Oh, I have little coloring books and things for the kids, too! Thank you for being here."

[mp3kai]

tagged , open starter / @aurorabaystarter .

"i'm just saying, if no one wanted us to come in here... they would've done a better job of locking the place up." kai spoke, head tilting to the side a bit before he bent down and started to search through some cabinets. the abandoned looking home seeming to still have some untouched items. although, some of it looked like it was barley hanging on. "jackpot!" the male yelled out, standing back up with a bottle of alcohol in his hand and a couple glasses. blowing inside the glasses to try and get the dust out, it came back up and smacked him in the face. a cough following before he set the glasses down on the counter. "it's good for the immune system." he nodded, beginning to pour the liquor into the glass. "you think they got any cheese around this place? bag of shredded parmesan? could be a cute little makeshift wine and cheese type situation." the male commented, his words drenched in sarcasm. "and they say i'm not romantic." he laughed, handing one of the glasses over.

[oflowtides]

location: the grind open starter @nottinghillstarters​ 

“Do you think it’s a better cliché to have a midlife crisis by getting a puppy instead of a new car or a girlfriend half my age?”

[persephonyed]

open to: anyone !

tears pricked behind eleanor's eyes, threatening to pour over as she struggled to steady her wavering voice. "you know, the funny thing is i would have married you ... if you had stuck around."

[gcldrushed]

location: beach

when the rain started pouring, most of the people by the beach started to seek shelter. however, eleanor did no such thing as she simply stood from where she was seated on the sand. instead of leaving the shore, she embraced the downpour and began to twirl, her laughter mingling with the rhythm of the falling rain. catching the gaze of an onlooker, she called out to them over the sound of the pouring rain, " you're not scared of a little rain, are you? " // @aurorabaystarter

[lucie-crane]

Where: Magpie's Eye When: Early October Who: Open

Lou had attended catholic school growing up, worn through her plaid skirts and black tights, endured her 'sunday finest' for church sermons and luncheons. And, the second her bedroom door shut, she was tossing herself into sweats and t-shirts. These days her 'fashion' sense skewed casual and cheap. She was living off the salary of an apprentice and thrifting whatever hit her fancy. She didn't have much in the way of formal attire and that's what had her on the hunt today. She wasn't going to the masquerade in her mismatched boots or in a pair of acid washed jeans.

She'd worked her way through some of the racks looking for something proper before stumbling upon some masks. "What do you think?" she asked one of the fellow shoppers, lifting it up to her face. "Too Phantom of the Opera?"

[lcrissas]

＊   𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥          ››         @nepofmstarters ＊   𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚          ››         lari  &  your  muse   ＊   𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡          ››          lower  manhattan

         “  i  heard  someone  asking  for  a  scooped  bagel  .  not  to  be  mean  but  i  kinda  wished  i  wasn’t  leaving  the  shop  to  hear  the  aftermath  of  that  .  guess  they  didn’t  see  that  one  scooped  bagel  tiktok  .  ”