#thomas 001

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @tommybrowning

WHERE: Merrock State Park

WHEN: May 12, 2023

In a little over a week, Jace would be spending almost every day in the park, hiking the trails, driving around in a state-regulated vehicle, talking to visitors, helping out guests... and although he had spent plenty of time there as a kid, he figured that there was nothing wrong with getting to know the land all over again. Quite literally, as he set out to tackle a different trail every day, figuring that by the time that he slipped into whatever uniform they talked him into wearing, he would know the place like the back of his hand... or hopefully would, anyway. That particular afternoon, he found himself stopping to take a break near the creek, dropping onto one of the fallen logs that he made a mental note to take care of when it was his responsibility. Probably. It did make for a nice bench to sit and watch the waterfall that the creek formed as the water rushed down the rocks.

As he was sitting, he heard the sounds of someone else coming up the trail -- multiple feet, he reasoned, not turning to look, but instead closing his eyes and focusing on the sound. No, not multiple people. One person and a dog, from the sounds of it, the leaves crunching under foot, the unmistakable pant of a dog as it made its way closer. Jace opened his eyes back up, chancing a look over his shoulder, and quickly turned his head again. Fuck. The Browning siblings just kept turning up everywhere, which he figured was the product of living in a small town... he was bound to run into them sooner, rather than later. Maybe it was better to rip the band-aid off right away. Taking a breath, he steeled himself, staying where he was on the log, and waiting to see if his brother approached, said anything, or walked on by. Unsure of which would be easier to deal with.

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @tommybrowning

WHERE: Lake Malory

WHEN: Volunteer Week, April 2023

The upside of running your own business? When you wanted to take the afternoon off to go stand knee-deep in lake water, pulling up old lures and untangling line from the reeds, you could do that. The downside was that he knew he was going to have to work twice as hard the next week to get back on top of his paper work and personal projects, but... it was worth it. Lake Malory was one of Cage's favorite things about Merrock. Sometimes he spent whole afternoons out on the water with Colton, or fishing on the banks with one of his brothers. Other times, when he needed to clear his head, he would just take a drive, walk out to sit on the dock and think. It only seemed fitting that he would volunteer his time that week to cleaning it up, whenever he could.

Right in that moment, Cage was holed up along the shore, about six inches deep in churned up water, fishing waders doing their job of keeping him dry as he used his pocket knife to slice through a tangled line, wanting to do his best get it off of the fallen tree that it had completely tangled in when he heard the sounds of someone else nearby, glancing up, and then doing a double take. Of all the people to have ended up at the lake that day... Cordelia's brother.

[docolives]

WHO: Livvy & @tommybrowning

WHERE: From Brush to Canvas

WHEN: May, 2023

Although it had been a long time since her days in San Francisco, the moment that Livvy's heels clicked across the floor of the art gallery, she felt like she was back in those days. Afternoons exploring art galleries with her friends, attending fancy soirees with the man she was dating at the time, going out to the nicest, fanciest restaurants in the Bay Area. Maybe it wasn't quite the same situation, but Livvy did feel somewhat thrown back in time as she entered From Brush to Canvas, letting her eyes adjust from the sun outside to the fluorescents overhead, spotlighting paintings that were hanging on the walls, from chains, on meticulous displays around the large, open room. Sometimes, it was just nice to get out.

She had dressed the part that evening, slipping into a deep red dress, black heels, a black jacket, the same matching wine-shade on her lips, and her hair left loose, tumbling across her shoulders from where it had started to grow out of the bob she had impulsively cut it into after signing her divorce papers. Smiling politely at the man behind the front desk, she accepted one of the brochures, politely declining a tour, and instead stepping up to one of the first paintings she saw, moving her eyes over the brush strokes, the colors, the composition... unaware of the fact that someone was approaching from the side.

[narilily]

WHO: Nari & @tommymaddox

WHERE: Creek Fest

WHEN: September, 2023

Nari had decided to slip away from Lavender Lane long enough to find something delicious to enjoy, a blood orange refresher in one hand, container of broccoli cheddar soup in the other as she stopped by one of the picnic tables near the Creek, dropping to sit carefully. There was already somebody nearby, and once craning her head a bit to get a view of their face, she broke into a smile, recognizing him instantly. "If it isn't Tommy Maddox himself. What brings you out here to the quiet woods?"

[owenryder]

"Oh, Reese's don't count," Ryder shook his head at Tommy's answer. "Not because they're not good, they're actually the best, but just because everyone likes them." Unless someone was allergic to or just didn't like peanut butter, there was very little chance that they were going to say they didn't like Reese's, after all. "Sour patch kids are good, too, though. What about those War Heads?" When he asked about the sunglasses, Ryder couldn't help his laugh, shaking his head, "didn't know that. I guess you learn something new every day, but I just figured that they survived through he years by living in dark castles. I survive by looking cool in my Pradas and Guccis. We're not the same, Drac."

"Reeses peanut butter cups, obviously. Non-chocolate I'd have to say sour patch kids," he covers the potential of Ryder wanting a specific kind of candy. "Oh, you didn't know? Ray Bans are a vampire owned company. In fact, most sunglasses brands are. Why else would they make them? You don't think sunglasses were for human's sake right? You lot survived from the dark ages without them why would you possibly need them now?"

[simranxrathore]

closed for @sebastianxthomas location: kismet beach

Since her return to Kismet Harbor, a lot had happened in her life. She'd written a few books; one that she'd been really passionate about but more so--she'd been filled with regrets on so much in her past.

But as she walked along the beach, she spotted him—Sebastian. His broad shoulders were unmistakable, the same confident posture, but there was something different about him now. Time had shaped him into someone else, someone she didn’t quite know anymore.

Her heart skipped at the sight of him. She hadn’t thought about him in years, not since she'd addressed that dedication to him in her novel, but now, standing only a few feet away, the memories rushed back.

"Sebastian?" Her voice came out softer than she’d intended. Simran swallowed. "I didn’t expect to ever see you here." Wasn't he based in New York? That was what had been told to her during their time together in the south of France all those years back. But then again--she'd moved back here so why couldn't he have done the same?"

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: fight night TIME: evening of the 19th FOR: @poisonvdhonvy

Her hand lifted the martini glass while her eyes tracked his path through the Silver Sands chaos. A smile tugged at her lips - watching him navigate through drunk tourists was prime entertainment. Nice suit - probably cost more than her monthly rent, but that was his style. Thomas had been her client twice before, both jobs involving some seriously questionable art authentication that paid well enough for her to upgrade her forgery equipment. "Evening, Jun-ho. Never took you for a boxing fan," she said, keeping her voice casual while sliding a glance at the people trailing him. Security detail, by the looks of them, though they were trying hard to blend in. Rich boy had gotten more careful since those cyber attacks started hitting the casinos. She debated whether to mention the rumors about his family's latest digital security breach - probably not the best small talk for fight night. "Got any money on Thompson? Word is he's the favorite."

[owenryder]

Working at The Garden, most of the time if Ryder needed a drink, he would simply stop at the bar before he headed home, bat his eyes at Emeline and pout about it being a long, long day, see if he could convince her to give him a free drink, offer her up some fried apps in exchange, since he was remarkably good at sweet talking the cooks, after all. But that particular night, he had been doing some shopping downtown, had decided to stop in for a drink, a little socializing. Why not? Apparently, he wasn't the only person with that idea, as the sports bar was busy that night. Not too busy for him to have found a spot at the bar, ordered his drink, and settle in for the night. He had an drink in front of him, only just barely started as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, checking social media, and didn't even glance up when he heard the voice next to him, engrossed in checking the story of a painter he had been chatting with for a while. "Appletini," he finished watching it before clicking his phone off, setting it aside, and turning to the other man with a small smirk, "and it's very good."

who: open where: Touchback when: Friday night after 10 p.m.

Music hummed throughout the bar. Some catchy pop tune that's meant to be played in the background engulfing the space. Thomas mouths every word as he shrugs out of his coat and wonders deeper into the establishment. It's his second time at Touchback. The first being to watch the Warriors - his favorite basketball team. As he slides onto one of the empty barstools at the bar, his eyes catches on the hockey game unfolding on one of screens up ahead. He's entrenched for a half minute before he begins settling onto the stool. His coat goes over his long legs and his elbows pressing on the bar top. It's during this that he sees in his peripheral the person seated beside him and the drink they're sipping on. It automatically peaks his interest. "That looks good," he begins, giving the glass a single nod. "What is it?" He would definitely be starting his night with one of those.

[saiyanprincefiregod]

Happy Harvest from Dr. Thomas Xavier Light, Rock Light, and X Light.

[alinaceyhan]

closed starter for @sebastianxthomas location: Alina's apartment

Alina sat at the bottom of her stairs outside the flower shop, wearing nothing more than just shorts and a tank top, and sighed as she looked at her phone. It was suddenly like no one was answering and she had locked her keys in her apartment. Well, she didn't mean to do it, but the door was locked and she propped it open while she was trying to bring in a new plant and while she did, Bond had hit the door and it was shut. Just her luck. She looked up and down the street before she was going to try calling her dad again and she saw a man walking down the sidewalk. "Hey!" She said as she stood up and put on a smile. "Could you help me? I'm locked out of my place." She said and pointed to the door up the stairs.

[dianaswhitney]

closed starter for @sebastianxthomas location: kismet harbor park

Diana was laying down in the grass, skimming over the newspaper when a shadow appeared and made it hard to read. Looking up, she saw a man standing there and she made a face before looking back at the paper. She gasped loudly to get the man's attention and sat up quickly. "Oh, my god. Did you know when you block someone's light while they're reading, it makes you that much more of a target to get shit on by a bird?" Sarcasm clear in her voice and she smirked up at him.

[wickedlydirtymen]

for @courtesons

For years, Thomas had found himself teaching young adults who were either blissfully stupid, or he had the ones who could stun a room with their intellect. No one had ever truly impressed the older gentleman. Some had come close, but there wasn't ever something special. That was until he met one student, Peter Parker. Brains, Braun, the kid had it all. For the first time in fifteen years, a student had truly caught his eyes.

A dark gray cardigan was buttoned around his rather fit frame as he stood behind his desk reading. Notes were sprawled all over the large desk as he began to file them away. That was when he heard the knock to his slightly ajar door. Grey-ish hues peered over the top of his glasses as he turned to the door. A warm, pleasant grin cheered onto his lips. "Ah, Mr. Parker." There was a sort of rasp to his voice as he spoke. "Please, come on in."

[inkher0]

⦻rigin: Entry #21

CW: Intense gore, upsetting imagery, intense body horror, Emetophobia, Implication of past SA, Mass event death, Suicide mention, cannibalism, character death, Period-typical homophobia/transphobia

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[sacrificedbelicfs]

( @fragmcntedsouls | abel. )

She shouldn't have called. After all he'd been through because of her cause, he should be left alone, but they were so close to the endgame. Her hand could almost reach out and touch it, though it seemed to move further the more she stretched.

Almost. She knew that word too well, better than most. Her feet carried her forward only part of the way as he finally came into view. Getting him out was one of the best things she'd ever done, maybe the only good thing. Sending him back? That held its own weight: why did he have to be a hero? His strength was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and she needed some of that right now. It wasn't all for nothing, and if anyone could see that, she knew Abe could.

"You came."

[joshlane]

"Oh, it's my fault now?" Josh laughed, the sound quiet so as not to spook Rue, scare her from where she was resting in her new father's arms. "I was just along for the ride, you know." And to encourage Tommy to make the decision, although that had been all his own -- so much for that trip into the bathroom! Josh wouldn't complain, though, about that or the text messages that would inevitably be coming his way when his friend needed information. "Don't worry, I'll reply any time between the hours of six AM and eleven PM, past then… you're on your own," he sucked on his teeth, shaking his head sadly. It was a lie. His phone was on any time for his friend.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," he laughed, watching as Tommy got the dog situated into the backseat, already making a mental list of all of the things they would need. Food, bowls, treats, some toys, maybe a nice bed for her to lay on, a leash… harness… the list was endless, but they could just get the basics, make sure that Tommy and Rue were able to happily settle into some sort of life together. "And I'll even give you all of my top secret pointers. You've got this."

The one thing Tommy knew when he signed the dotted line on the paperwork was there was no going back on this. Whilst yes, he could technically put Rue up for adoption again, he morally could not do that. He chose to take her on, along with the list of problems attached to her. It wasn't like he was going to be a perfect owner, he had his own string of problems attached to him. Hopefully, their problems only got better once together.

Out at the car he fondly rolls his eyes at Josh's amazement. It makes him want to brush the man off, to calm him down, so not used the excitement being directed at him. "Yeah well, now expect a hundred texts full of questions and complaints. This is your fault, you should never have brought me here," he complains, without a hint of seriousness to his voice. Josh had simply helped him itch a scratch he'd had for a while, and no amount of denial could hide the fact that Tommy wanted a dog, this dog. Rue licks his face as if she was reading his mind, making his pull a face at the unusual interaction. He places her in the back seat, letting all the extra things sandwiched between them fall to the car floor. It had only just been vacuumed yesterday after his frywar with Vitus. One hand keeping Rue in place he stood in the open door of his back seat and looked at his dear friend. "Fancy a detour to uh, a pet store? I think I'm going to need a few things." Like dog food for starters. "You can tell me how to be a good dog dad."

[atlasxthorne]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: The precinct TIME: Wednesday, morning FOR: @cleothomas

Atlas tapped his fingers on Officer Stanley's desk while he waited for the officer to call about a case file. The morning at the precinct was busy, but his mind kept going back work. He looked at the case file photos of a string of break-ins where the perpetrator left elaborate origami figures at each scene. The behavioral pattern suggested someone with OCD tendencies and artistic training, but the why still bugged him. He wished the case had more solid leads than paper cranes and clean crime scenes. At least he had those maple donuts from the break room to keep him going - if Officer Chen hadn't already raided the box. A woman by the front desk caught his attention. She looked a little lost. "Can I help you find where you need to go?"