#stillwater: starter

[nourfk]

When & Where: KROQ98.9 ... in the early afternoon! (Day 2)

📻 @swstarters

Nour never really considered herself to be the 'groupie' type. To even consider herself a 'fan' of someone was a far stretch. Everything seemed to change, however, when they announced that Pink Slip would be performing. Nour had stumbled upon the girl band by chance, immediately falling in love with them when she heard them on the radio. It was a wonder why she had never called herself a fan until now, considering how excited she was just to see their name on the lineup. Standing near the tent of KROQ98.9, Nour was determined to earn some merch —or, if the heavens wanted— a meet and greet! She had been waiting for the announcements for Day 2's contest for a good while now, anxiously watching the hosts replacing merch not for Pink Slip. She sighs, wondering if she'd have to wait for The Stains to finish their set before she got to hear anything about the band she's been waiting for. "Excuse me, were you here yesterday?" she asks the person nearest to her. "Do you happen to know when they're gonna announce the next contest?"

[mariposaortiz]

open | @swstarters

"Hey, you got a light?" Sneaking away for a cigarette break was always difficult mid-shift considering the Mint was always buzzing on Saturday nights and this was no exception. The weekend hotspot, especially with non-locals running to the beach for the end of summer and trying to get a taste of something fun and fresh before they went back home. Not that Mari would complain, not when the tips were good and it was looking like there would be extra after rent was paid this month to put away in the squirrel fund. There had been something of a break in the crowd, the people she'd been serving seemed content with their drinks and so Mariposa had snuck away to take her five or so minutes....except she'd forgotten that she'd opened a new pack of smokes, and her tried and trusty matchbook was definitely tucked away in the old one. "Nothing to ruin a smoke break like not bein' able to smoke, huh?"

[dell-cartwright]

Status: Open Who: Open/@swstarters Where: Ruby's Diner When: Midday

Dell had every intention of getting to the diner earlier. He really did. He just ended up a little distracted sitting with his own thoughts after he'd seen Ruby off to school. Being the kind of owner who scarcely showed up was not another nick he needed on his reputation. It was not lost on him that it coming into his ownership was heavily aided by his father and the fact that Dell was able to enter the world of the workforce leaning on his coattails. Despite the fact that he'd been financially independent from his parents from around sometime after Ruby's, his daughter, not the diner, third birthday. It was not lost on the townsfolk either.

For the most part, however, he managed to stay securely in the column of 'those not to be envied' even with the slight head start. More often, he was pitied, by those who knew his history at least. It was a feeling that he accustomed to, but not particularly fond of.

He gave a casual wave and smile as he made his way among the humanity within the restaurant towards both the customers and the employees alike. All emotion aside he tried to focus on the tasks before him as he entered the diner. Check in with staff, take inventory, balance the register, and put out any fires if need be. Metaphorical ones of course, knock wood.

[eloisemeadows]

open | @swstarters where: library This week was definitely not going as planned. Well, so much of the past three years had not been going as planned, but this week in particular was completely derailed. Eloise was still scrambling, struggling to wrap her head around it, but there was no sense to be made of any of it. Not a single bit, not a fucking drop, and she was really reaching. A trip to the library always made her feel better, ever since she was little. New books were always something to be excited about, and so while Eloise was certainly grasping at straws for the moment, at least stopping b the library would be a good thing to break up her day. She had some books to return, would undoubtedly find a new book or five to bring home and bury herself in, and really she did feel a little better already once she was wandering between the shelves. She finally eyed the title she wanted, not a new book but and old favorite, just a tiny bit out of reach. Fingertips brushed the cover, inching it out and towards her and -- disaster. More disaster, more derailments, when the book brought several others down with it with the over-crowded and too-stuffed shelf deciding to spill onto the floor. Thankfully, none had clocked her in the head on the way down, but she'd certainly managed to make a racket despite (or, well, maybe in spite of) the 'quiet please' laminated sign staring at her from the side of the shelf. There was a big sigh, hands momentarily coming up over her face before she bent to start collecting up the mess she'd made. She didn't even bother looking up when footsteps sounded, shaking her head a little. "Don't worry, I'll clean this up."

[psychedelicsunflwr]

status: open | @swstarters location: ruby's diner time: 9:30 PM

"Alright, what'll it be?" Phoenix questioned as she pulled out her pen and notepad. For her final table of the evening, it was safe to say that the woman was eager to get out of the diner and over to The Mint, where she would be attending a show for one of her favorite local bands. "For the amount of time you've spent staring at that menu, you probably have it memorized even better than I do."

[ivrykeys]

OPEN starter, outside Merill Branch Manor, just before midnight. // @swstarters.

It had started out as an act of mimicry, maybe, after seeing Benny and Phoenix and Mari do it so many times... Then, well, Nick wasn't sure when he developed a hankering for nicotine. Just that he did. It was a nice way to get a breather, every now and then. Especially now, with tensions rising in the ballroom, and everyone trying to get their guesses in before the clock struck midnight. Small towns with little to do meant shit like this was a perfect breeding ground for competitiveness. Supposedly, the prize was a date night around town for two — tickets to a movie, gift card for a free dinner, voucher for glasses of wine over at The Mint. Nick wasn't interested, and had slipped outside in the chaos.

Newly lit cigarette between his lips, he spun around when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. "Well?" he asked, half breathless, half startled. "Have you come to accuse me?"

[cecealonso]

who: open | @swstarters where: the mint when: week night

"you know..." cece started, moving her drink around in her hand. she had a martini and it was done to perfection, just how she loved it. "the stillwater standard is always looking for more people to join in on the action. we're in need of editors, photographers, reporters... i'd say journalists too but who needs more when i'm already doing such a fantastic job at it." celia alonso's confidence wasn't exactly wrong, but the way she worked it wasn't always pleasant. she knew that, she knew people knew, but she still didn't care. "and hey, if you're not in on the news... then you might just become the news."

[marajunecollins]

status: open / @swstarters location: the mint time: 8:30 pm

It was Friday. Mara finished her evening rounds by 7:30 pm (probably the earliest she had ever finished since she began her residency). After changing out of the day’s worn scrubs, she was just exiting the residents’ lounge when she received an invite to The Mint. She was aware that many of the hospital staff frequented that joint after hours, but Mara never let up enough to come around. Until then.

Live music spilled from the doors as soon as her fellow resident opened it. The sound of individual voices merged into white noise, competing with the volume of the tunes. It was a foreign setting for her, yet it welcomed her into its warm, loving arms. . . ’it’ mostly being the variety of liquors the bar offered. And what a wonderful lover liquor is, giving her the courage to step out of her comfort zone to encounter new experiences, and perhaps even some peace for the first time in a very long time.

[celestebardales]

open: @swstarters location: Donny's Auto when: Friday evening in August, 1973

Grease was streaked across Celeste's cheek as she dug her arm deep into the engine of the old 1957 Ford Thunderbird. Despite being nearly 16 years old the car was in pristine condition, other than the fact that the damn thing wouldn't start. She'd checked everything from the battery to the ignition to the carburetor and still couldn't get the thing running. "Piece of fucking junk," she mumbled as she pulled the fuel line off of the filter outlet and attached a tube in its place. She ran the tube through her hand as she pulled it out of the hood and into a gas can. As she straightened up, she caught sight of someone walking into the garage in her peripheral. She glanced at the clock and then gestured towards the door without looking as she ducked back under the hood of the car. "We close at five on Fridays, you'll have to come back on Monday. Unless you need something from the convenience store, then you can come back tomorrow at ten."

[needanaccount2readarcaneposts]

you seem to have the timeline of arcane down!! do you have the ages and how many years pass between each skip readily available by any chance?

It depends if you want the S1 version of the timeline vs. the S2 version of the timeline!

S1 version of the timeline, where Silco and Vander look much younger in the betrayal flashback, goes something like:

Betrayal (Silco and Vander look to be in their early to mid-20s?)

[general consensus is somewhere around a 10 year timeskip; could be as long as 15]

Bridge massacre (Vi is approximately 10; Powder is approximately 6; Vander is mid-to-late 30s?)

[skip forward about 5 years]

S1 Act 1 starting from apartment heist (Vi is approximately 15; Powder is approximately 11; Vander and Silco are early-to-mid 40s)

[skip forward about 7 years]

S1 Acts 2 & 3 (Vi is approximately 22; Jinx is approximately 18; Silco is late 40s to early 50s)

S2's much lamer version of the timeline is similar to above, but the bridge massacre and the betrayal are more or less concurrent. Silco only marinates in his post-betrayal angst and revelations for five years before turning up to ruin Vander's day, which... Listen, when you are a whole adult, five years is less, "At last... the culmination of all my long-held plans, the fruit of all my bitter labours, the moment towards which I have been patiently building all this time," and, "Oh my god... the sins of my ancient past resurrected to visit terrible consequences upon me!" and more, "Hm, I should re-caulk my windows."

From there, it all gets very loosey-goosey.

S2E1 picks up in the direct aftermath of the Council bombing, but most likely covers a period of several weeks, if not months: Viktor's recovery in the sourdough starter, the commissioning, creation, and unveiling of the statue of the dead Councillors, and the organisation of the memorial service, Ambessa investigating the undercity to discover Renni's grudge against Jayce and plan a major attack against said memorial service, Jayce designing and creating a whole hextech gun for Caitlyn, before the strike team begins operations in Zaun.

S2E2 skips backwards a bit in order to cover some of the same aftermath period in the undercity in the 'Sucker' montage; the chaos in the wake of Silco's disappearance puts enough strain on the Firelights' resources that they are almost at breaking point. It then catches up to the end of S2E1: there is a now a bounty on Jinx's head, which Smeech tries to collect. We see what is probably a fairly early mission of the strike team, investigating a known haunt of Jinx (the arcade) in an attempt to apprehend her. However, the strike team has to have been in operation for at least a little while now, using the Grey in Zaun, in order for Sevika to be willing to team up with Jinx to take out Caitlyn and Vi; otherwise I don't think she'd give enough of a shit.

S2E3 skips backwards a bit once more, to give us the 'strike team gassing the poors' montage. This probably also encompasses a period of several weeks to months, as each raid presumably has various scouting/intel gathering/planning stages, then debrief/intel assessment afterwards, before they plan the next raid. We also have to assume that this montage covers a long enough period that Vi and Loris grow decently close. This period outpaces the end of S2E2, and culminates in the Ashes & Blood uno reverse gas 5-way showdown.

Timeskip between S2E3 & S2E4, mostly covered in montage form: Vi's pitfighter emo phase, Jinx & Isha bonding, rise of the Jinxers , Cait's oopsie fascism phase and growing out of it. IIRC word of god says this is about six months???

S2E4-5: Stillwater heist and finding Warwick, probably just a few days.

S2E6: hanging out in the commune for... god only knows how long. How long do mind palace montages take? Think about how bad Vi's titty bandages and leather clothes must smell.

I guess at this point, it's been... I dunno, let's say nine months? a year? since the start of S2. Vi 23; Jinx 19.

S2E7: lol

S2E8: I don't fuckin' know, man. This is the point at which I started to tune out hard. How long was Vi unconscious? How long was Jinx rotting in a cell? How long did it take Ambessa to sneak all her forces out of Zaun and stage a... naval attack? huh? ok, whatever. We also have Jayce trying to convince the undercity to fight, and somehow having located Sevika and Scar to be representatives at this meeting. 🤷‍♂️

S2E9 occupies the exact reverse pocket of space-time as the adage, 'time flies when you are having fun'.

I guess by the end of S2E9, with Caitlyn's fuckass montage speech, Vi still wearing the same nasty vest, and Sevika assuming a Council seat, it's probably been a few weeks since the battle?

✨FIN✨

[movingblogsreadpinnedpost]

[[ 📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚🌪️ THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE 📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚🌪️ has issued a TORNADO WARNING for Payne County If you are anywhere in the path of the storm. Please take your precautions now. ........ ]] The sound of the warning broke through the radio, causing the blonde to turn toward her window. The feeling of PANIC WELLED up in her chest, stilling the young female to her seat. The computer screen before her flickered images of bright reds, and vibrant greens. Generalized all over the town of OKLAHOMA , the place she knew to well. It was her birth place, the place she spent all of her young life in, doing this very thing. The passion for STORM CHASING was rampant inside of her. Yet, she didn't chase anymore, she couldn't. She froze everytime she saw the funnel clouds starting to form. The wall clouds alone caused her to seize up, and her inner fight or flight kicked in. Where she used to run straight for these SONS OF BITCHES. Now, scared her into fleeing in the opposite direction. She had been tracking the CUMULUS CLOUDS and the rain sheer since eleven am that morning. And the second she noticed the accumulation and the actions of the reds and greens, she could see the debris cloud on radar. She could tell that storm was going to be setting down a funnel and soon. And she had called it into the main weather desk at THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE in FT Worth Texas. She had gotten a job as The Lead Hydrometeorological technician, but she has been titled as a Meterologist as well. She was the one at the center that was seeked out more then anyone to analyze a storm and report the path, and the severity of storms. She was that good at what she did. She felt the heaviness in her gut as she watched the events unfold on the Computer. She had to call her parents and check on them. Her home, her parents lived in STILLWATER OKLAHOMA in Payne County. Fear brushed along her body as she watched the trackers follow the EF5 toward her Family's Farm.

The storm had crossed very close to there home, and she became sick with worry as she tried to reach her parents by phone, with no answer. She knew she had to go home, she had to check on them, even if this was the worst time to return home. But, she had no choice, if she couldn't reach them, then she had to get time off and face her fears. There was no other option for her, and she knew her bosses would give it to her. Even though they'd had to see her go, due to the importance of her skills was needed very highly here.

@bloodlct Liked for a Starter from Alexis Storm Chaser Verse & it is a somewhat plotted Starter. <3 <3

[nourfk]

When & Where: Suds & Bubbles... evening!

🫧 @swstarters ( OPEN )

While most considered laundry to be a daunting experience, Nour found it somewhat therapeutic. That is, of course, after allowing weeks of laundry to pile up until you can no longer take it. At this point, Nour was used to the routine... albeit exhausting... it worked. She was used to going to Suds at the beginning and end of every month, eating the same snacks and reading the same magazines, and using the same washer and dryer without fail each time. It gave her some sense of false security that, even when everything went to shit, at least she had Suds. But what were you to do if someone was using your washer and dryer? Nour came to such a predicament with her trolly of dirty clothes, immediately spotting the backside of a person putting their laundry in the washer. While she was sane enough to realize those two machines wouldn't be available every time— it was even stranger when she noticed the rest were free for the taking. It was as though the universe was testing her— to see if she could remain cool and calm even if her plans weren't lining up perfectly. Nour did her best to continue what she needed to do, but not without burning glares at the back of the other person's head. She can't help but throw them looks they'll never get to see (which was the best part of it, usually) as she finished loading her washer. She then proceeds to lean against the washer as it whirls, taking a bite out of her orange— one of the many fruits she brought to keep her busy. She knows staring at their backside won't get her anywhere, but making up stories of who they were and the audacity they must have to take her machines was entertaining enough to keep her busy.

[mariposaortiz]

open! @swstarters It was annoyingly ironic that she spent most nights cleaning up after patrons of the Mint (who did not tip well enough for the mess that could sometimes be left behind) and now here she found herself, cleaning up after grown-ass adults in her free time. Sure, she wasn't required to actually clean, but playing up the housekeeper bit had her playing pretend, and...well, that led to actually cleaing up the glasses that had been left behind on tables. Truth be told, Mari wasn't even sure if those had been left behind by party-goers or had eben left there on purpose to set the scene. Nevertheless, Mari had cleaned them away (and was grumbling to herself that she would not actually clean anymore, this was supposed to be fun) and the last glass she'd collected managed to slip from her grasp, crashing to the floor with glass shards scattering across the floor. Mari sighed to herself. One last mess, considering she made this one herself. "...I guess I'm a pretty shit housekeeper if I don't even know where to find a broom, huh?"

[p-sti]

plotted starter for @gaevaer //

// a cell in piltover certainly isn't a place she usually envisioned herself at. from all the time she's spent in piltover, and all of the crimes she's vaguely committed, this is the one that gets her in here. food that she hates, that's probably bad for her skin, dirty floors and poor hygiene are just some of the few things she's forced to endure. from what she's heard of stillwater, this is better, but clearly, still in need of many improvements.

she picks at her nails, a terrible habit she's picked up in the time down here, considering she hasn't really had the opportunity to trim them properly. her terribly sensitive, pink skin, has been sporting up a terrible amount of acne and it's been driving her a little crazy. as if she was down here to worry about her skin and start loathing the way she looks, instead of any crimes against piltover.

the bullet wound on her stomach had at least been taken care of to a decent amount, albeit a little neglected now that she spends more time down here than in a hospital bed, so there's a well-formed scar where the bullet ended up ricocheting into. that still aches whenever she pokes at it and uncomfortably grimaces.

she picks at acne scabs and she picks at the scar, as if she could tear it off. as if that isn't directly making it worse, rather than really helping. the sight of her is almost a little pathetic, in those sparse clothes. too much of her skin is visible this way. not that she normally minds but everything feels repulsive down here.

so, it's been hard to eat the food that the guards bring her everyday. most of them don't really seem to care if she eats it or not, sometimes it's caitlyn.

speaking of the devil. maddie's already ingrained the footsteps of everyone who makes their way down here and her's has become pretty distinctive.

she only barely looks up at the girl at the bars. she's as far as she could be from the bars, curled up in the corner on the mattress she'd been given after plenty of whining. she considers saying hi, but the word drowns on her tongue and in her throat.

[eloisemeadows]

open! | @swstarters birch bay travelodge. "I will be with you in just a minute!" Eloise was glad that the tourist season had ended for a variety of reasons. Mostly because she was exhausted and it was nice to have a lull (well, provided that the lodge was still consistently getting business enough to keep her in a job) where she didn't feel like she was being pulled seven places at once. She was especially glad for it in instances like this, when she had picked up a box of brouchures to refill the slots in the lobby and the whole bottom gave out and scattered the damn things everywhere. She could hear the bell at the counter, and sighed a little to herself as she scooped the brouchures into a pile to plop back into the now taped box to be sorted later. "I just need to get these up off the ground so that no one slips and I'll be right with you, I promise!"

[mfniccals]

Closed Starter for @sayonaradumbass (Badou)

"I'm not bothered by it. If I was bothered by it I would be whining and crying, and I am NOT whining," he is whining, and he's been whining for the past few hours. Murdoc holds clear that years ago thinks like incredibly negative comments would have never bothered him and that he's simply gone incredibly soft, but he's always been this sensitive. He just used to bottle it up inside better than he does now.

The first release of the Stillwater Pizza Incident (a name he has refused to elaborate on) has been praised by the hardcore punk audience of today, however a lot of old hats, particularly those on a horrible site known as Pitchfork, haven't been as kind. He's probably taking this harder since this is his first solo project since starting Gorillaz.

"Washed up hip-hop faux rocker popstar bassist trying too hard to emulate fellow poser Midnight with an industry plant-like attitude trying too hard to be noticed by Judas Priest...First of all it's not even the same fucking genre, third of all Rob Halford would be flattered if I wanted to suck his dick for fame," he's scrolling through the review on his phone, only getting more and more agitated by each word he reads. "I think these guys have never seen real artist a day in their life..."

Venting done, he merely just gestures vaguely and wildly, unsure of what else to say.

"This is just elitist, gatekeeper trash. Am I crazy? Don't answer that."