#feel free to assume connections
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Skye: serious question here; just how many pumpkins is too many pumpkins?
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Marcus been away from the castle, he had been busy taking care of matters in his kingdom and been thinking a few things over. The hybrid had been working hard and found his mind going back to a lot of business than still had to be done. He sat, a book by his side and he played with a rubber ball, thinking and in his own world until he smelled and heard another, which seem to bring him back to reality. He did not turn around nor really say anything. @krovscastlestarters
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Where: the corn maze
“Want to race through?” she asked excitedly as she bounced on the balls of her feet, “Winner gets supper?” Frankie loved a good competition, especially something as simple as racing through a corn maze. This was practically an easy win for the challenged as the tiny blonde wasn’t exactly good directionally. “Do you accept my challenge? Or do you forfeit?! Forfeiting makes the winner me which means supper goes directly to me.” she smiled as she placed her hands over her belly.
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location: somewhere on the french campus
unlike most people on campus, callie wasn’t paying much attention to what had been in france as they seemed like ordinary people with accents to her. it might have been because her dad’s side of the family is made up of mostly vietnamese immigrants, but nonetheless, she was thinking about other things besides cute french boys and food. “okay, so in honor of halloween, horror movie marathon when?” she asked, sneaking up on the first person she saw. “come on, i’ve already got a whole lineup planned!”
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location: z-form fitness
One thing Leah enjoyed about the gym was being left alone to listen to her podcasts and workout but every now and then she attended a class - today’s was Estelle’s. It was a nice change of pace and she didn’t mind punching something that wouldn’t punch back or report her. When class ended, Leah grabbed her water bottle and bag, taking a long drink as she heard someone talking about how great the hour had been. Nodding absentmindedly, Leah didn’t even look at who was speaking before responding. “Yeah, never done it before.” she replied, a hint of a Texan accent on her words. Short and sweet - small talk wasn’t really her forte.
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💬 alessandra ➡️ open
alessandra: i need you to tell me to not do it
alessandra: like say no bad alessandra don't do it. it would be very bad for your hair.
alessandra: if you care for me you'd help a girl out and say no
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dmitrei had lived a very long life. call him cliché, but time had a tendency to make you cynical, especially when the time was forced upon you. dmitrei shook himself out of his gloomier thoughts––he tried not to show his melodrama on his face anymore after an acquaintance had made a passing comparison between his attitude and that of every romantic vampire lead in media. the point was that time is a burden, and life’s a bitch, so you had to make your own fun to survive. dmitrei had beelined towards the bar as soon as he stepped into the room. an entire night of constantly refilling a whisky glass was finally enough to get him buzzed. plopping down into a seat, dmitrei flashed the other party-goer a lazy smile. “i wonder if we could convince the dj to play something with an explicit warning.” ( @duskstart )
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“I have this wedding coming up and there is nothing to make you feel inadequate like the last of your school friend’s getting married.” The waitress placed a pizza slice on the table and took out her notepad. “The save the date asks the guests to request a song for the reception… what song gets you up and shaking your booty?”
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open starter - @heartsdalestarters
location - heartsdale pd
“Can you hold the elevator?” Jeremiah called out as he picked up the pace to a jog and made it into the elevator before the doors closed. “Thank you, I could have taken the stairs but after the fourth time up and down today I was hoping for a break.” He smiled to the other person in the elevator and leaned against the railing behind it. “I hope you’re not here to see me are you? That usually means there’s a problem.” His office was on the top floor of the building and though he didn’t remember any scheduled meetings with civilians today that didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t have one. “There’s a lot of--” The elevator jolted to a stop and the lights flickered as Jeremiah closed his eyes and sighed. “I knew I should have taken the stairs...”
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where: anywhere you’d like
with: anyone @srphq-starters
“So I have this second had textbook, right? And it’s got these scribblings in the margins. And oh boy, do I feel like Harry Potter from the Half Blood Prince.” Lainey couldn’t stop grinning, dimples showing. “I’m not claiming it’s got spells or anything. But it’s still pretty darn cool.” Was the Harry Potter reference a bit old? No; as far as the brunette was concerned, Harry Potty was timeless, would always been timeless. If Lainey ever had children, they would read them when the time came, and while the author wasn’t someone to be supported any longer, the world they she created was something Lainey had gotten happily lost in growing up, both the books and the movies.
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where: some karaoke bar
William could feel the tension within the Scorpions ever since the palooza’s end. Understandably of course with the actions that had happened and the waiting for what consequence it would have. He couldn’t help but shrug his shoulders when asked about it. His trust had always been unwavering when it came to the president and he didn’t have it in him to riddle his mind with what ifs, at least not with this. Which was why he was at some random bar and after a few drinks he was on stage making a show with dance moves looking and feeling like he was free of cares. Stepping off the stage he made his way back to the bar, “If you want an encore you let me know.” he grinned turning to who was sat next to him. “I’m all about pleasing my fans.”
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Where: some diner in West Manhattan
When: sometime between 7pm and 9pm
Earlier that night, Alexander had tried, with every cell on his body, to not let his annoyance show; however, after all the events that had happened to him in that afternoon, the rage had quickly built in his gut and he snapped at some colleagues just before leaving the precinct, something that made him feel not so good about himself. Now, two blocks away from his place of work, he was quietly enjoying what seemed to be the best meal he ever had. The man looked up at the diner's TV while he ate; he still didn't get the appeal of reality shows. "It's weird how food tastes better when you're feeling like absolute shit", he said to the person that had just taken the seat next to him on the diner retro countertop, not really expecting them to answer him.
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Robbie and some of the other firefighters had spent their morning at a local elementary school for career day. After hours of carrying kids and giving them rides on the big red fire truck, they were finally going back to the fire house for some R&R before his overnight shift. The truck stopped at a red light and Robbie peered out of the passenger window when he noticed they were at a stop next to a person he thought he recognized. “Hey! I’m off for a few hours, want to grab lunch?” @slchat
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“I told mom to not let you in,” Elaine said with a groan when she saw the familiar face go inside the kitchen. “I’m fine, just a cold so you should better stay back,” she added, stroking the cat that was sitting on top of the table. A couple of days ago, she decided to stay awake and watch the meteor shower, practicing a few spells here and there, but of course, the next morning she barely managed to stay for three hours at “Omen,” before she decided to let one of her assistants take charge. She left home and went straight into bed and that’s where her mom and aunt found her, sweating because of the fever and with her whole body aching in pain. Aunt Eloise prepared some tea for her and other herbal remedies so she could feel better. When she had been able to leave the bed, her mom said that she had a visitor and she groaned, not in the mood to talk to anyone yet.
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“I’m thinking seasonal sayings should be a thing. For example, instead of saying the ‘if life gives you lemons’ quote during the fall, we say ‘if life gives you pumpkins, make pumpkin pie’.” Bellamy chuckled. “It was a thing my foster mom started when I was a kid, she’d change up the typical housewife phrases and make them fun for the season. This summer I was teaching her newest additions to the Adler sibling squad the summer rendition of ‘Do you want to build a snowman.” Walking through the pumpkin patch, she squatted down to look at a pumpkin, being careful not to spill her (yes) spiked cider. She glanced up at her companion for the time being, smirking. “I can’t decide if I want a couple of little pumpkins this year or just one big one. What do you think?”
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Emma wasn’t exactly confident with her writing or her ideas, years of being knocked back were coming to a head. But she knew she had to do something about it soon. She couldn’t sit on drafts for the rest of her life and she couldn’t serve coffee forever either. She took a deep breath, finally taking the leap. “Do you think books about magic are stupid?” She asked. “You know, witches, goblins, elves... I have this idea for a novel. But also I don’t want to be the next Stephanie Meyer.”
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Location: Oasis’ Apartment 2B or 109 RedCliff Street
The hollow space was something that Xavier was used to seeing considering how much he moved around as a kid. Though this time, it felt different considering he was doing this for himself. He folded his hands across his chest, deep in thought before he heard footsteps behind him. He always liked to keep an open door policy whenever he was home and this time would be no different. “Hey,” he called out to the other. “Do you mind helping me move this?” he pointed to the couch.
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open starter ( @providencepeakstarters )
location: the wild fox, downtown
He wasn’t a frequent visitor at the bar, and he usually wouldn’t go there alone, but this evening was a little different. After having another not-so-pleasant conversation with his brother, Emiliano needed to take a breather. Therefore, a bar. A place he hasn’t visited in a few months, at least.
However, as expected, drinking alone soon got a little... boring. How long could he sit, sip his beer and stare at the phone screen? He decided to leave his seat, went up to the pool table and looked at the first person standing next to him. “Come on, let’s do this,” he said smirking and moved around the table. He grabbed two cues -- one was handed to his new companion, the other he kept for himself. “I promise not to go too hard. You know, I can even promise you to buy the next drink if you win.”
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“there’s only one valid explanation for all this—it’s ghosts,” osamu postulates, tone towing the line between jest and earnest. to be fair, he’s never actually encountered any of the alleged attackers (not directly, at least), but the seemingly complete lack of progress from the police has pushed their mind into unearthly territory. “or zombies—that actually seems more plausible. have you watched the latest friday the 13th movie? that’s definitely what’s going on here.”
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set: april 23rd, early evening
location: the savoy
The translucent brown liquid swirled around in the glass, it’s conductor stared at it as though it was going to have an answer to his questions. Milo closed his eyes and rolled his neck from side to side. The tension temporarily easing to give him a small relief. With his new position came an expedited downpour of stress and expectation. A burden Milo knew he would hold before he accepted after the recent attack and the warning that there were rats amongst their ranks. It meant that they had slipped somewhere along the lines and someone wasn’t being as careful as they should be. He had full intention of finding out just who that was and making sure it was dealt with. Pestilence must thrive, if there was no throne to sit on- how could he take it?
He downed the drink in one swift motion and released the burn of the bourbon in a low hiss of a breath. His hand tapped the bar for another while his fingers traced the outline of the bandage on his face. The reminder that he would need to pay Kashvi back for the stitches he had to get. Then again, he was the one to initiate the fight so maybe they could call it even. His new drink arrives at the same time he notices someone take one of the stools near him. He nods, holding his drink up as a faux cheers before taking a sip. “Quiet night so far, it’s still early though- kind of nice.” He’d opted for neutral territory to have a few drinks rather than risk the dangers that could come in other territories. The low ache in his head begged for a break from the loud music at Pest. “Put whatever they’re having on my tab.” He told the bartender, feeling benevolent in the moment.
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