#task.004

[ruairimacarthy]

» the pour house. with @dailydanielchoi !

When his brother had informed him he’d bought The Pour House, Ruairi had been unerringly supportive. It meant that he split time between O’Shea’s and his brother’s bar more often than not and definitely refused to mention his split loyalty to Leon or Cal but that was neither here nor there as far as he was concerned. When he had free time he often found himself checking in on the bar if only because it meant he could check in on his brother at the same time— provided the older Macarthy wasn’t galavanting around town for once (a rarer thing than Ruairi liked, if he was being honest with himself). He’d expected to see his brother working on some miscellaneous project or another as he stepped inside— it was still early and the only patrons in the bar were a handful of old timers he was beginning to recognize the more he came in to bother Cal. Instead, he found a man who looked vaguely familiar and stalled for a brief second before he found a stool at the bar and offered him a lazy wave in greeting. “Hey, mate— boss man not in right now?” Ruairi asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. “You new? Or just helping Cal out? I think it’s about fifty-fifty sometimes but he won’t tell me if I’m right about that.”

[alexa4devilsxo]

RUBY JEONG attends the Fire & Ice Charity Ball

@tonopahtribune

[bcdblccd]

Raven Baldoni - Task 004 - Gratefulness

Raven wasn’t sure which she was more grateful for the Hob or what the Hob brings, books. Banned books to be specific. Raven was often compared to her secret Mentor, Katniss, when she would bring her hunted meat to the Hob. Hunted meat was traded and bartered with to get food and other things she needed but it was also used to get old books, books older than Panem, that were forbidden in Panem. Raven devour the books and their knowledge with the hunger every person in District Twelve felt. The knowledge they brought was truly life changing for Raven.

[jacklynchh]

➥ location: crystal clear ➥ status: closed starter for @hvneymelons (juno)

The heady scent of sandalwood and incense overwhelmed him as Jack stepped through the door and for a moment he regretted his decision. Well, it would be pointless to change tack now. He was committed to the plan. Nodding to the person at the cash register, he moved towards the back of the store and tried hard to look interested in the many varied oils and instruments lining the shelves. Christ he wished he'd chosen another store. Any other store. He was going to get a migraine at this rate. Fuck. He'd just have to wait it out.

And so he did.

A few moments later, the sound of the door opening broke through the peaceful atmosphere once again and with a glance back he felt a swell of triumph. Gotcha.

See, for the past few weeks Jack had acquired a shadow. At first he thought it was a coincidence. Small town, small world, you get the gist. But then he'd started to pay attention. The kid from the bar, the odd, infuriating one with the journal, had been showing up everywhere, far past the point of possibility of meagre coincidences. Seeing them walk through the door now only confirmed his suspicions. They were following him. He was sure of it.

Ducking around an aisle, he made a beeline for them. "Okay, seriously, I've tried to ignore it, but it's getting really weird now," He hissed, trying not to disturb the other customers milling around. "It's like every time I turn around lately you're there. So what is your problem, huh? Why are you following me?"

[cassiewestwood]

iMessage | Damian Escobedo

CASSIE: Hi, Damian. It's Cassie Westwood again. Sorry! CASSIE: I need some help! While I am grateful for how much Rocco and Flynn have been learning and to hear the results of it, I have no clue what they're saying to me when they go off in your beautiful language. CASSIE: It's mostly Rocco. Have a teenager they said... 😩 Anyway, he keeps saying certain phrases whenever I ask him to do something. You know, something chore-like. Unload the dishwasher, take out the trash, put your dirty laundry in the hamper, etc. I've managed to finally catch a couple. [you sent an audio file] [you sent an audio file] CASSIE: Can you translate? In the manner they're spoken I'm assuming he's talking back. He's never had to do chores before. I know, my fault, life is different now though.

[graysonheller]

GRAYSON 💬 WARREN.

GRAYSON: This is Grayson Heller, Esq. of Heller & Co. GRAYSON: I am unable to disclose how your contact information came across my desk, however I find myself in need of your services. GRAYSON: Whatever your fee may be that is of no issue. Should you agree, this file will need expediting. Trial started last week in Chicago. GRAYSON: If you're free to meet and discuss please let me know your availability. Thank you.

[tinatm]

DISNEY DUO DAY ↪ tina as roger rabbit & @sugarmottahq as jessica rabbit

[mayanoelle]

CLOSED STARTER for @averyherochopra !! WHERE: aurora, before opening

Maya slipped in through the side door of Aurora, catching Avery just as she was setting up behind the bar. The familiar clinking of glasses and low thrum of music from the speakers greeted her, and she found the tension in her shoulders easing as soon as she stepped inside. “Hey, you got a minute?” Maya asked, leaning against the counter as casually as she could manage, but she already knew that Avery would pick up on the tightness in her voice. “I need to pick your brain about something. It’s business-related, I swear, but I might also need a drink while I do it.”

Her eyes darted over to the bottles lined up behind the bar–vodka, rum, whiskey, all potential distractions, but really, it was Avery’s advice she was after. With everything that had been piling up at Latte Love and now that damn call from her lawyer, Maya felt like she was drowning in it all. If there was anyone who could help her make sense of it and cut through the noise, it was Avery. She always knew what to say.

[saulweissberg]

Follow-Up On Estate Review

Saul E. Weissberg, Esq. <seweissberg@weissberglaw.com> ↳ to liam.a.reed@gmail.com

Mon, Sep 16, 2024, 8:57 AM

Dear Liam, Hope you're doing well. I have an update on the finalization on your parents' will. Below, I've attached a few documents that require your signature. Please review and sign at your earliest convenience. Your prompt attention to these matters will help us move forward efficiently. If you have any questions or need further clarification on any of the changes, please feel free to reach out to me directly. Thank you for your cooperation and attention. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best regards,

Saul E. Weissberg, Esquire Attorney-at-Law The Weissberg Law Firm seweissberg@weissberglaw.com

@liamalexanderr / randomizer!

[isabelguzman]

who: @averyherochopra

where: labyrinth

Isabel walks in along side of a person she met outside the bar, making small talk. She leans up against the counter, her gaze raising up to see Avery looking at her. Of course, she was ready for it to happen given the fact the last time she was in here, so was her ex and Avery got a front row seat to it. "You want to ask any questions? You look like you're dying to hear it."

[ftgrace]

CLOSED STARTER for @theobailey !! WHERE: cantwell country club, weissberg firm charity luncheon (task 004)

She had to admit Saul's event planning skills were top-notch. The luncheon seemed to be going off without a hitch, and with the drinks flowing, Grace could imagine attendees were being more than agreeable and donating even a little more towards their shared cause. Grace had already partaken in two glasses of wine so to counterbalance the effects of her drink, she thought it best to eat something to help absorb what she was consuming. The buffet spread was truly a delightful sight, and Grace spotted Theo Bailey standing near the lavish display, seemingly deep in thought. Grace approached with a warm smile. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite conversationalist from the Chambers Museum!" she said as she stepped into place beside him. "How fortuitous to find you here. I must say, the buffet looks spectacular. Have you sampled anything yet or are you too engrossed in contemplating the mysteries of the universe?" she joked, although she was genuinely curious as to what could be causing his very thoughtful expression.

[ruairimacarthy]

» latte love. with @edwardsthalia !

In spite of his best efforts to the contrary, Ruairi had never been adept at keeping in regular contact with every person in his life; he tried, of course, but his mind was so scrambled with day to day tasks or prioritizing work over socializing that things slipped through the cracks. He hadn’t seen Thalia in months and had been thinking he ought to change that for at least a handful of weeks before he’d finally gotten around to reaching out to the woman. He couldn’t confidently say they were friends— he was half-convinced that most people found him more irritating than anything (which likely wasn’t true, it was simply an intrusive thought) but it was the thought that counted! At least, he hoped it was. Bearing that in mind, reaching out to invite her to coffee had seemed like a safe bet and if he ignored whatever lingering anxiety he felt most days— he could admit that he was excited to see her. He smiled the moment he noticed her, half rising from his seat at a corner table to raise a hand and catch her attention which was thankfully not a very difficult task considering the size of him. “Thalia, hey! Thanks for meeting me! Did you know what you wanted already? My treat!”

[olivcrashford]

who: @tefibetancourt

where: middle of the night ; out on main street

Oliver wasn't exactly being his typical self; a fight with Damian, picking one with the little boy toy and getting wasted. It's probably been years since he actually had more than one drink or two because he never lets himself lose control especially here in Blue Harbor where him and Damian spend most of their time together expect for lately. He knew something was going on with his best friend but no one wants to hear about what their choices to do them. He also now has to worry about a certain firey red haired woman lurking about. He stumbles out of the bar, letting it shut behind him as he turns to look his surroundings. He remembers her from CJ's party, her dancing on the bar top. He shifts and heads up behind her, wrapping an around around her shoulders. "Tefi, yeah?"

[bcdblccd]

Walker Clyde Holstein - Task 004 - Gratefulness

Walker, in general, is grateful guy for the good in his life. He tries to count his blessings each day, even the blessings in disguise. But if Walker had to pick one thing for which he is most grateful for, he’d pick his horse Ghost every time. As of the 98th Games, Ghost is eight years old and has been by Walker’s side since day one. Walker had watched Ghost be born with batted breath from the barn via video camera. The two work, eat, play together day in and day out as they work the range back home in District Ten. Ghost knows all of Walker’s secrets and is an exceptionally good listener to Walker’s venting. Whether it’s riding the range from sun up to sun down or just going for a ride down to the river for a swim, Walker couldn’t ask for a better soul to accompany him.

[jacklynchh]

➥ location: the jade palace, hotel restaurant ➥ status: closed starter for @ftgrace

There was something about places like this that always made Jack feel severely underdressed, even while wearing his best business attire (his one plain button down and the only pair of dark wash jeans in his closet without holes in them). Today, this feeling was only exacerbated by the knowledge of who he was meeting. He tried not to dwell on such feelings of inadequacy as he stalked through the restaurant in the direction the hostess had pointed him, but he was fighting a losing battle. Every time someone looked his way he was sure they were judging him. Christ, what was he even doing here? He wished he knew.

After what felt like an age he arrived at a table occupied by a pretty blonde woman. She had that suave, professional look about her he associated with wealth. This didn't help matters. It was bad enough that she shared his wife's name, and the matching of their hair colour was a small torture on top of the fact, but he never did well with people who looked so well put together even without that. "Are you Miss Connor?" He asked gruffly.

[jessetm]

▶ glee club task: week four: “disney”