#rosie's diner

[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? ❞

[pxtitxrosx]

Where: Rosie's Diner Who: @ashton-ryder When: March 4th, late afternoon

"I'm fine, Ashton... just... just put that stuff over there." The fact that she'd given up scolding him now that spring had sprung was evident in his increased absences from the building, but unlike some others, he was almost guaranteed to come back. No one knew the new New York like he did, especially around their little hold out, and over time she'd learned to trust him lest her nerves give out.

Today, though, was even more reserves and she'd barely even seemed to have the strength to put a hint of disapproval in her tone, just a sort of resigned exhaustion that weighed heavy on her shoulders. It was amazing the toll that emotional whiplash could take on a person. Despite it all, and the bag beneath her eyes, Charlie managed a genuine, albeit shaky smile.

"I have good news though."

[mrwexleysr]

⋙ WHEN? march 24th, morning ⋙WHERE? Rosie's Diner ⋙WHO? @postapocalypsemalone

"Care if I join you?" Sliding up on Mal's table with his plate of what smelled like actual heaven, Tobias motioned to seat next to them. "There was a couple of things I wanted to chat about with you."

[viesanders]

//Rosie's Diner. Mar 5.

"Being an asshole helps sometimes, but I bet my in-laws didn't survive the winter." Was Eric an asshole if such words left his mouth with ease? No hesitation, no "but", no doubts, just stating the obvious. "See, they always thought I was a spoiled kid solely because of my parents profession. Even Zach. His silence was, quote-unquote, rude." He sighed, slightly amused by that memory. "Sometimes assuming the worst 'just in case' has little to do with being cautious. Sometimes it's plain stupid."

[hannahxinterrupted]

march 24th rosie's diner

spending two days in a suite with her ex husband and two members of the ship's staff had left her in a restless and irritated mood. aside from the less than ideal accommodations hannah had missed the majority of purim. she only had a few hours left in the day before nightfall and the end of the holiday. she was scrambling to find some way to celebrate with june and had come to the diner in hopes of direction from the building's residents.

"i really don't know what to do. it's a holiday celebrating joy and that's in short supply right now... she seen her grandparents and her aunt die," hannah groaned and put her head into her hands. "and lady is still out there... hopefully.." the dog had been missing since the raiders threw her off the side of the yacht.

[sadavang]

Where: Rosie's Diner When: March 5th Who: @survivalxofxthexfittest

"Thank goodness there is finally some fresh blood around this place." Head held high above perfect posture, and still perfect personal maintenance from her hair to her pristine designer stilettos, Sada offered a smile that though haughty was welcoming. For now. Reaching out a hand to the new comers in both greeting and introduction, her nails glinted in the diner lights from a fresh coat of clear polish.

"Sada. Believe me, you'll be sick of this place before you know it. How did you fare through your quarantine. Most sleep it away."

[rhianwells]

//Rosie's Diner. Mar 2, afternoon.

"I still wake up thinking I'm in our apartment on the 9th floor. Can't get used to hearing all the noises so well. They're creepy." Ria sighed, but she smiled a little, doing her best to get rid of the negativity in that statement. "At least my new floor is more crowded and, you know, the more the merrier!"

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

Who: @pxtitxrosx

When: March 29th

Where: Rosie's diner

John-Paul's leg bounced as he waited in the empty diner. Nervousness coursed through his veins. Not even Sada's sleeping pills could keep him sedated through the anxiety he felt over the conversation he was about to have with Charlie. It had been bad enough when he broke the news to Jeremiah, but Charlie was always his rock. The reason he always found a way back. She was more than his little sister; she was his best friend. And now, no matter how badly he needed to do this, he felt like he was abandoning her.

His head whipped around when he heard the door open to the diner and a wave of dread washed over him at the sight of his sister arriving for her daily duties. It's just Charlie. She'll understand. But would she? The siblings hadn't been apart longer than a few days their entire lives and now he was purposefully severing the ties. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and forced his feet to move, each step heavier than the last as he made his way to the counter.

"Hey Chucky," he fondly used their private nickname with a heavy smirk. "You got a minute before you get movin'? There's, uh, there's something you should know."

[emberwexley]

⋙ WHEN? march 24th, morning rations ⋙WHERE? Ember's Old Room ⋙WHO? @beauclary

"You were so amazing with the bats." Having slid into the booth next to Beau as they'd come down for morning rations, Ember just as much as anyone else tucking straight into the plate of what was maybe the world's best scrambled eggs. "I can't believe you didn't even at least take a crack at playing baseball." Speaking over the rim of her cup of coffee before taking a sip, Ember continued without missing a beat. "Maybe once the apocalypse is over you can pull a Michael Jordan."

[violinsxsong]

The Change - Surprise Event 02

When: Nov 18th, Early Afternoon Where: Rosie's Diner Who: Anyone around the diner, @romanxdrake, @pxtitxrosx, @rosiesdiner

Having handed over the bottle of wine she'd assumed had come from Zach in apology for the night before, Courtney had turned to head back through the diner to maybe go home and lay down. Every passing minute she felt worse and worse. It felt like a fever had hit her like a truck, sapping any energy she had left in her limbs, stealing it with each increasingly labored breath.

A hand reaching out to steady herself on the supports for the heat lamps above the buffet, the room had started to spin and suddenly she couldn't remember where, or what she'd been doing and panic set in. Something was terribly wrong.

Incoherent words spilling past her lips in a pleading tone, she barely registered someone reaching for her before the seizure took hold and she collapsed in convulsions on the floor. For only second or two. Before falling still as thin stream of foam dribbled from the corner of her mouth, tinted pink from where she'd bitten her tongue.

The teenage girl, Marie, who had taken to working the diner had been the one reaching for Courtney, asking if she was alright, and it was her who leaned down now to check on her. Turning to shout for help, the first syllable was cut off into a scream as the once unconscious Courtney came to sudden and shockingly violent life, teeth clamping down on the arm of the girls hand that cradled her head.

Taking an entire chunk of flesh with her, eyes clouded as if covered by a milky film, she pushed off the girl to launch herself onto a man who'd been brought close by the commotion. It was the crook of his neck that took her teeth this time, the sound of her hungry snarling and tearing flesh drowned out by the explosion of panic by the other patrons of the diner. As the body beneath her went limp, the creature that had once been Courtney turned her attention only able to sink her teeth into the wrist of a middle aged woman before it was yanked away as the lady fled along with everyone else. Including those bitten but still able to run and hide.

From there it was an elderly woman who tripped over her cane and ended up with Courtney's teeth tearing at the back of her throat, and a younger man who tried to pull her off his grandmother. He got it the worst, his entire nose torn from his face. More would have went the same route before an explosion of noise fill the space and sent her sprawling finally motionless on the ground, a good chunk of one side of her head gone as the bullet from Roman Drake's gun that had entered from the other side exited her skull.

[sadavang]

"Yes, I think that's smart." Stepping out of the woman's way, Sada couldn't help the hint of amusement playing around the corner of her lips. Seems it may be almost time to have a chat with Henri about how his gilded dove might start arousing some eyebrows around the building. Then again, who could blame anyone for being jumpy after everything they all had been through?

"My pleasure, Darling. Please, say hello to Henri for me." Blowing the much smaller woman a kiss that she topped off with a little wave, Sada allowed herself a little chuckle as she turned to help herself to some tea. Funny enough, she had a craving now for some Earl Grey.

the sentences pile up one after another, wielding facts unknown and opinions unvetted. she knew that she couldn't simply trust sada to tell the truth, simply because she couldn't trust any person in this building. was she a fish out of water, was she something

"no, no don't." she didn't want anything with another person's decision marked so clearly on it. it would be so obvious, the wrinkle of fabric in an otherwise flawless dress. the hair out of place. "i'm— i'm leaving." she sidestepped sada's direction action, the tremble of her hands clear as she tried to take such a forceful action.

would there be repercussions for such rudeness, yes. she knew innately it would be a conversation. she would find herself stumbling through an apology for committing such an action. but still, she turned towards. "thank you, for the— the suggestion. it's, yes. thanks."

[pxtitxrosx]

Where: Rosie's When: March 25th, early morning

It had been almost three solid days since Charlie had slept at all. Between making and running rations to an entire building on quarantine, and worrying over Roman's condition, there'd been too much to do. Besides, sleep had been a rare thing for her since before the winter had come, only becoming more scarce after Roman had left. But after the conversation with him, her entire family home safe and sound, sleep had finally taken her.

Out completely while sat back in the booth next to the diner's door, Charlie slept as the sun started to rise over the horizon and spill in through the diner's windows.

[mrwexleysr]

Where: Rosie's Diner When: March 2nd, Lunch

"Rosie and Charlie making this last turkey to celebrate the opening of the windows was a wonderful idea. How they get it so tender, I'll never know." Even his own personal chefs hadn't been able to achieve such a feat, and he couldn't help but wonder if they held some sort of magic. "I was thinking we could try and get the alley door open today, so the protein might be helpful. I'd suggest if we do that we shovel through the rest of the drifts, but I worry that might point out to raiders that we're here and how to get in."

[viesanders]

//Rosie's Diner. Apr 1.

closed starter for @jeremiah-rose

Eric was observant, good at reading other people's emotions even if they wanted to hide them. It was a useful skill but sometimes it also served as a great source of entertainment – he had been watching that Tony guy for some time, easily picking out his pouts and sighs. Classic "Oh I'm totally fine!" whenever he saw Sada and Jer written all over his face. It had to be one of the funniest highlights of the evening for Eric and not just because Tony's grimace was so hilarious when he was positive he had been doing a wonderful job at hiding it.

"We just brought those guys here and you've already made a mortal enemy?" he asked, referring to the survivors from the boat, and barely cocked his head to give Jer a subtle hint that he should look over at Tony. "I'd keep an eye on my drinks and food if I were you, Jeronimo." Despite his serious tone of voice, he found that suggestion, and the whole situation, amusing as hell.

[wellsinvesting]

It was pretty dope how eastern and western science not only coexisted but interconnected. Dark matter, mana, biomagnetism, ki--it didn't matter what it was called, just the fact that each of these vastly different cultures acknowledge it in their own way. While the Western world wasn't quite as ready to utilize this energy for healing, it was an underlying principal in many Eastern cultures. The Philippines actually had a Reiki council dedicated to further spread of the practice. Tad tapped Ashton on the shoulder as he stood up and moved behind him.

"Just chillax. I'm gonna stand behind you and take some breaths to center myself. Then I'll gently touch your shoulders and back to direct the energy--" Tad paused and thought. "Which shoulder is it that you jacked up?" He definitely wanted to put some good juju on that.

Sometimes he wasn't quite sure what goes through Tad's head, noticing the look on his face though not lasting long, but Ash let it slide, leaning towards indulging in Tad's excitement for this than indulging in his own curiosity on Tad's thoughts.

Release some tension, Ash couldn't remember the last time he wasn't tensed, he chuckled but complied with him, putting down his fork to place his hands palms up on the table letting Tad take the wheel here, "Alright, I'm open." Though he wasn't really too familiar or a big believer of it, but there were some things they agreed on, there's energy in everything, like quantum mechanics, and is he really a man of science if he wasn't open to experiments to the unknown?

He gave Tad an expectant look, letting him lead them to whatever weird and wonderful energy session over breakfast was gonna be. "Do you need me to do anything?"

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

Who: @lindsohalloran

When: March 18th

Where: Rosie's diner

JP enjoyed eating his breakfast just early enough that the diner wasn't packed to the brim. The small group left was enough to bother his social anxiety - a trait easily hidden when he had the luxury of Sada's reach with suppressants - so he preferred to be getting done just as they were starting. He didn't mind talking and actually being social, but he couldn't be on his guard if he was distracted with eating. So he chose the solace of mid morning the best to enjoy his meals.

Today had been no different. He was sitting at the counter when the Scottish Brogue sounded through the air, sending a chill up his spine. He hadn't had a reaction like that to a voice in over ten years and his attention was immediately pulled to see who its owner was. The man was handsome. JP's heart began to beat faster as his eyes did a once over. Very handsome.

"Dig the orchid," he said with a nod toward him, eyes glancing to the tattoo before finding his gaze. "You one of the newbies I'm guessing? JP," he introduced himself.