#covingtonstarter

[chefgretamorrison]

Greta eyes the orangy oval pan with a frown. "Honestly, I wouldn't have these pans in my kitchen even if they gifted it to me, you know? They're heavy, they're difficult to handle, you can't use all utensils on it... You want something sturdy but light. Something that helps instead of getting in the way, you know? It has to last a fucking lifetime, or else I'm bot buying anything like that."

She breaths at last after the rampage, shaking her head softly and smiling a little more broadly. "Anyway, I'm just ranting," she sighs. "I'm sorry... You were saying?"

#just my little chef ranting away; feel free to assume friendships/connections or change the subject! #covingtonstarter

[jeremylincoln]

WHO — Open. WHEN — Afternoon. WHERE — Downtown, likely somewhere near The Anchor. ​

“Hey, you seen an angry twenty-six year old storm this way?” Jeremy’s voice was gruff, showing signs of both his exhaustion and worn patience. In some ways he could accept that he was a bit in the wrong. It was hard to step out of that role of being something more than an older brother, something closer to fatherly, when it came to Derek. When their mother passed, Jeremy had to take over caring for his younger siblings and at the time he hadn’t been equipped for that. Either way, their conversation at least a half an hour prior had turned from easy going to a near row when Derek’s twenty-something angst at the world showed itself. “He’s about yay high,” a hand flattened just slightly above his shoulder, “and was likely cursing under his breath about what a fucking asshole I am.”

#covingtonstarter #& | open starter.

[nolan-jackson]

LOCATION: The Lost Page

DATE: 02/22/2024

WITH: Open to everyone

He browsed the shelves of the bookstore, his fingers trailing over the spines of books on robotics. With the weekend ahead, he was looking forward to dive into a new project. It would be something to challenge his growing skills in building robots. The shop was quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. He looked over at a fellow enthusiast who had just picked up a magazine he'd read before and found lacking. "I wouldn't recommend that one," he said and reached for a different publication. It was instrumental in his last build. "Try that one. You'll have better luck." He handed it over, hoping to steer the person away from frustration and pulling out their hair.

#(conversations.) #covingtonstarter

[leeabhrams]

open (5/5).

“Hey, I—” The words died in Lee’s throat as he walked into the room, entirely unable to believe the sight before his eyes. Ever since returning to Covington, he’d been having that feeling more and more — the feeling like he’d missed a step going down a flight of stairs, like he’d overslept and was late to work. The feeling that everything was quietly, subtly, off-kilter. Though if he were to be entirely honest it had started long before his return, he’d just been better able to ignore it; to focus on projects at work or whoever he was hooking up with, rather than everything that was going on with his parents. His father. His father, who was probably— Lee sighed, forcing his focus back to the present. This was the sort of mystery he could handle. Probably, anyway. “What’s, ah, what’s up?”

#covingtonstarter #// listen it could be Anything that lee's walking into but if u want it to be someone doing whatever ... that is ... that works too

[laikynparrish]

OPEN

Lake truly couldn't complain. She had a great family, and a great wife. She had a great career, and a cool gig at the school. She wasn't unhappy or sad about any of it. But there was something hitting her today, as she stared at the little valentine hearts. Of course she was going to have an amazing Valentine's day, her wife would make sure of that. So, it wasn't that part of this holiday that was hitting her; it was the part that cause most holidays to hit her. Lake loved the holidays, and one day, she hoped to have kids of her own to celebrate. She knew Christmas would be a hell of a time when that happened. But she couldn't happen but think about herself, her sister. Valentine's day was never just about romantic love to her. It was about love, period. Her dad would get her and her sister roses, a stuff bear, and a box of chocolates more often then not. But it'd seen not everyone thought that way. "Okay, so question-- how do you feel about getting kids Valentine gifts?" She asked the person next to her, "You know, not like just cards. Or kids passing them out to each other. But like an adult giving kids a set up?" She had done it for her niece since she became her niece, her cheer girls, and she'd do it for her own kids one day, too. "I've had people tell me that's weird, and I'm not quite understanding how showing a child you love them on a day that's about love is weird."

#covingtonstarter

[dakotaheise]

location; valentine's auction open: (capping at 4) 0/4

Was she here to cause a little chaos among her friends? Well, yeah, but for all intent and purpose Dakota only came along to the auction to keep up appearances. She knew her mom liked to volunteer with city things. She wasn't sure just how involved she was with this one, not because she didn't care but she may have forgotten to ask...several times even when it was brought up in dinner conversation. Nevertheless, she was there now, she'd already put in a bid, it was too late to turn back. The little plan in her brain had had its seed planted.

Taking a long sip of the drink in her hand, she let out a sigh. "Y'know, I'm starting to wonder if coming here was a bad idea for my wallet."

#covingtonstarter #this started as something else but it turned into this...i don't know what is an open starter how does one write those

[ozanxbulut]

location: bread & butter

status: CLOSED

Fuck habits and fuck mornings, thought Ozan Bulut as he walked into one of his favorite establishments at just past eleven in the morning. Which really begged the question of what, exactly, the man considered early...or a morning.

Irrelevant.

Because the only relevant thing right now was the pistachio croissant that was waiting for him behind the counter, one of the few routines that he'd managed to maintain for weeks now since discovering the pastry. Every Wednesday, he would drop whatever he was doing and go to Bread & Butter for something pistachio flavored. You had to know how much he loved that pastry, that it was enough to get him out of bed before lunchtime. Unheard of if you knew him well enough, really. But that was how Ozan worked, he'd do anything for things that he wanted or that mattered to him. Even as small as a dessert.

He was going to enjoy this so much, he'd turned off his phone and even the long line of people was not going to ruin his day, dammit. "What is going on today? Are they selling pastries or just giving them away?" He asked the person in line next to him, a furrowed eyebrow. "It's so crowded in here."

#open starter: 001 #idk what this is but it's me trying #covingtonstarter

[grangerliam]

OPEN

"Okay, how much do you think I'm going to have to pay to get someone to do a cool ass Chainsaw Massacre shoot?" Liam wondered out loud, as he picked up the piece of meat off his plate and held it off to the side of his face. It resembled a quarter of a face to him, which would put most people off -- normal people -- but for Liam, it simply just inspired another horror shoot. Despite the fact that it was 3 months off since Halloween, Liam felt people didn't enjoy the art of horror as much as one should. To find himself a shoot that involved anything to do with a horror classic was like finding gold for the man. This single piece of meat just inspired a new art piece in his mind's eye. Dropping the piece of meat back onto his place, he glanced up at the person before him. Arching a brow, he smirked, "On a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to call the cops on me right now?" He asked, "And on another scale, how fast can you run?" His face was solemn for a mere second, before he broke out into a grin, it clear he was making a joke. "No, but seriously, if you know anyone who doesn't mind being drenched in some fake blood for a few hours, send them my way."

#covingtonstarter #//so you see... callie being a lawyer having lived through her own horror story would not be keen on horror movies. BUT LIAM? why yes yes #he is. or at least he will bc i need a character i got live my horror movies & halloween love through. i pick liam.

[calliemontgomery]

LOCATION: Scoops Ice Cream

OPEN

Mom guilt. Did it ever go away? Considering Harper was only about to be 5, Callie was quite sure that wouldn't anytime soon. So, until then, she wasn't above bides that helped it along. Of course, her brother would remind her that she was ridiculous. Harper loved her, she didn't lack anything; and even thought of her mother as some kind of superhero. My mommy puts away bad guys! She would tell anyone who was willing to listen. "Mommy! Can I have sprinkles?" The little girl shouted as she glued her face to the glass that shielded her from the array of different flavors. Callie looked down at her child, a soft smile crossing her features as she took in the excitement her little girl expelled. "Of course, but first you gotta pick a flavor." She stated, glancing up from her small child's frame to the display of flavors. She, personally, thought chocolate mint sounded good. "Vanilla!" Harper shouted, which only received a quick nod of her mother's head. Callie expected nothing less from her child, or any child, really. Vanilla seemed safe to the masses. Callie looked up at the young teen behind the counter, "Can I have a vanilla ice cream cone, with sprinkles." She ordered, before Harper adds in "Lots of sprinkles!" Callie pressed her lips together, and simply gave a nod at the employee as an acceptance to the request. Within a few minutes, the young employee was handing Harper her cone, which earned a squeak out of the 4 year old, followed by a "Thank you!" Harper would turn and proceed to run towards the table she'd usually pick when they'd stop here. Callie looked back at the employee, "Could I have--" Her head immediately whipped towards the direction she had last seen her child, the high pitch squeak of a cry being the only sound Callie could hear. At first, her heart raced, the innocent scene before her nothing near the thoughts that flashed through her mind when she first held the sound. Despite staring at a person who probably would've most likely preferred ice cream any where but their leg; it definitely earned a relieved exhaled from Callie before she hurried towards her daughter. "I am so sorry," Callie proceeds to apologize to the person her child has smeared her ice cream cone on. Harper turning to her mother, "Mommy, I dropped my ice cream!" She whined, in which, Callie just placed her hand softy on top of her child's head, and ran her hand through her hair. "We will get you another." She states, before glancing up at the person once more, "I am so sorry." She repeats, "I've been working with her on watching where she's going, but it's not quite stuck yet. Can I get you anything? Would you like ice cream---" She paused, "You know, in a cone, or a cup -- not on you? My treat."

#covingtonstarter #convo #open starter

[romanwagncr]

open to all

capping at 4 (0/4)

Roman knew he was a goner when Ivy took off sprinting down the side street like Usain Bolt. His heart was pounding out of his chest—partly from exertion and partly from the sheer terror that his ward was about to run into oncoming traffic. Serves him right for taking her out to the Walk Shopping Strip all on his own.. Now, with her little hand clasped firmly in his clammy one, he wheezed "You...nearly...gave me...a heart attack." Noticing Ivy's lip quiver, he softened his tone as he tried to catch his breath. "You could have gotten flattened like a pancake, sweetheart. You gotta be more careful." In his desperate flailing to catch up with the little speed demon, he barreled straight into some poor stranger, nearly knocking them both over. Stopping short, he apologized, “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” 

#covingtonstarter

[bekturan]

location: lucille's diner

status: open, capped at (0/3) replies.

Bek Turan was a woman of habits. A woman of rituals and routine. One of them just so happened to be posting up along the counter at Lucille's, a spread of papers fanned around her plate and a cup of coffee within easy reach.

That day was no different. Treatment plans, progress notes, a tentative schedule for the next week— she'd made herself quite at home in the last hour she'd been there.

But Bek wasn't selfish. She knew she wasn't the only one who went weak at the knees for their churro milkshakes and piping hot fries.

When a figure appeared in her peripheral she glanced up, notching on a smile equally sheepish and sincere. "Sorry." She was taking up enough room for three people, wasn't she?

"Do you need the seat? I can move my things."

#covingtonstarter #❝ open starter. #please feel free to assume connections if we haven't chatted yet! #she grew up here and left for a spell but has been back about a year now

[harlowmiller]

open to all

capping at 4 (4/4)

Harlow shuffled a tray of croissants to make room for her latest batch of sugar-dusted scones, humming to the tune of a Christmas classic under her breath. The holiday had been a blast—full house, full bellies, full hearts—and she couldn't shake off the giddiness. As she lined up the pastries, the front door chimed. Peering up, she smiled brightly—her holiday spirit, still in full swing. "Good afternoon. Are you here for the gingerbread cookies?" she asked the person who entered, speaking casually and cheerfully as someone happy from good times with family. "They’re freshly baked…” During the holiday season, her gingerbread cookies were a favorite amongst her patrons. Half the time, it wouldn’t take long at all before the cookies would be sold out.

#covingtonstarter

[saraiayutthaya]

open to all

capping at 4 (3/4)

Sarai plopped down in Little Italy Pizzeria—the annoyance of grocery shopping fading as the first bite of pizza hit her taste buds. "God, I needed this," she muttered to herself—appreciating the rich flavors of melted cheese and pepperoni. As she leaned back, chewing thoughtfully, her eyes caught someone familiar across the room. "Starving too, huh…" she called out with a chuckle—gesturing to the seat across her. "Join me? I'm taking a break from adulting with carbs and cheese. I hope you've been well and Santa got you something special for Christmas…" While she didn't necessarily care about getting anything fancy for Christmas, she was well aware there were those who took gift giving seriously.

#covingtonstarter

[nicolagrimm]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

LOCATION ⸻ the lost page, orchird park.

capping at four: 4 / 4.

"Ah, nice," Nicola commented as she glanced over the book set on the counter for purchase. For a moment her eyes lingered on the cover, then they shifted to the reader. "I've been curious about this one. Will you come back once you've gotten through it and let me know your review?" The 'to be read' pile was in fact many piles and all stacked very high. It seemed a daily practice to add new titles and new authors to explore to what was quickly approaching the realm of impossible to achieve. "Can I ask why you've picked this one up today?"

#⸻ ♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⟨ open starter ⟩ #covingtonstarter

[deanharlan]

friday, april 13th, 2024 ; anytime. → at the walk shopping strip, downtown. for: anyone.

"Hey, uhh, sorry to bother you..." When he'd set off from his hotel the goal had been to find a flower store or whatever but Dean had gotten a little sidetracked when spotted and was only now on the hunt. "You know where there's a flower boutique or somethin' around here?" He'd walked up and down the strip once but maybe he had missed it somehow, or maybe it was in a different part of town. Covington wasn't super familiar to him. He didn't want to overwhelm Neslihan but despite their encounter Dean wanted her to know he was still thinking about her. "Any place that sells flowers is fine. Or do you just pick 'em yourself?"

#covingtonstarter #interactions ( open starter. )

[elijahlawson]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

LOCATION ⸻ the sipping cup, downtown.

capping at four: 4 / 4.

It wasn't often that Elijah strayed from his usual order of black coffee. The only reason he drank the stuff was for the boost in energy, no matter how fleeting that would be. Flavor didn't mean a whole lot and had the only requirement to be drinkable. Today, something was different, he made the mistake of pausing and thinking it over. His eyes trailed over the menu and saw options he'd never really considered. "Any recommendations?" Elijah asked the person closest to him. "I usually just get plain and go, and today, I don't know, wondering if I should try something different."

#⸻ ✧ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⟨ open starter ⟩ #covingtonstarter