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there's a voice that draws her attention, distracting her from the drink she's pouring. "most regulars know me so they know what to expect." she grabs a rag, mostly for something to do with her hands, and starts wiping down the counter in front of her. "so find another bartender to serve you, you're probably gonna have to wait a while though. i seem to be the only one around right now." she gestures towards the other end of the bar, where there's a long line of people also trying to get drinks. "or you can suck it up and deal with me and get that cosmo you want."

While she didn't come here all that often, her group of friends had chosen it and she felt like she might as well head out with them. So far, things had been going pretty well. That was until she reached the bar and was met with a bartender who clearly wanted to be anywhere but there. "Does the whole bitchy thing work with your usual customers or are you just taking your shitty night out on me," she asked. Either one seemed fitting. "I'm just here looking for one more cosmo before I close out my tab. Sue me for assuming I could come up and order a drink from you without the whole Regina George act." Veronica looked around them, trying to see if there was anyone else that would be able to help her instead.

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & veronica )

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"says the man currently randomly playing a piano for no real reason other than to show off." savannah's hand waves over where he's playing, eyes rolling affectionately as she does so. she listens to him playing, the melody familiar as she's heard him fussing over it for weeks now. she gently nudges him over, leaning over the bench. her fingers hit a couple of notes that might have worked after what he'd played, just playing off what sounded right in her head. "sheet music. i'm seeing what's new to see what i can get later on. it's called being prepared." she drops the sheets in her hands on top of the piano, shuffling through a couple of them to see if there's any she doesn't have yet. "i can't find them online later if i don't know what's out there."

at the familiar voice, theo abandoned the other shopper to bound up the few steps to meet savannah near the sheet music, running his hand along a piano on the way and then leaning his arms against the top of it to look at her with his head tipped and an eyebrow arched. "that's weird," he said, deciding to sit down in front of the piano and beginning to play the melody of a song the band had been trying to get right for weeks now. "the way i heard it," he singsonged to the music. "it's the other way around." with huffed sigh, theo drew his hands down upon a cacophony of notes when he reached the bit of the song they were stuck on and turned on the bench to look at savannah properly. "what are you doing here? we have sheet music at home." the sheet music at home was mostly illegally acquired pdf's, but it still counted.

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & theo )

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savannah's eyebrow raises in challenge, fully knowing that smile means calum was about to do the exact thing she'd warned him against. if there was anyone that could have gotten away with it, he was one of the few that probably could have. "yes you. especially you." her hands fly towards to the jägermeister, ready to make his drink. "it sounds awful and i'm slowly judging whoever added it to the menu and anyone that orders it." the crack of a redbull follows her statement, slowly pouring the mixture together to make the drink. "the peeptini i could get behind, but lavender needs to stay far away from any drink."

cal presses his lips together and smiles innocently. maybe he had been about to order a ' cinnamon toast crunch shot ' that he'd seen on tiktok that morning. maybe he hadn't. but he's never going to confess when savannah seems to be battling some work demons. he'll take it to the grave. "me ? that's not very nice," he says pointedly as he leans forwards onto the bar, "i'm a simple man of simple needs. a jägerbomb, please, if you'd be so kind." he taps both of his hands on the bartop. "and i gotta say, as a man of honesty - lemon lavender gin sounds fuckin' nasty."

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & calum ) #alcohol tw

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"busy?" savannah knows that's not what the other woman is questioning, but there's no stopping her being an asshole. "lemme guess, some little town where everyone knows everyone else and it's just so nice you had to get out of it? i think i've been there." her hand taps the bar top, slowly getting the basil infused vodka and lemonade out to start the drink. "you try explaining to drunk frat boys that not matter how many times they ask i can't make them a drink i've never heard of. after about the fourth or fifth time something just breaks in you." she grabs a glass, rolling the rim in basil sugar before slowly pouring in the basil vodka. "pretty women get a pass, you can order anything you want from me without complaint."

elspeth opens her mouth to reply but closes it just a second later. she was pretty well accustomed to the nightlife in her town, and had figured she might as well get to grips with what it's like here. and she'd heard all about new york politeness - but still, she was impressed.

"wow, is it always like this here?" she hesitates a moment, then takes a seat at the bar anyway. "this is my first time hitting the bars here. in my town they usually try to be a little polite." she shrugs a little. "i guess i can get used to it. could i try that lemonade?" she raises her eyebrows. "hopefully the fact that i don't use tiktok will earn me a little grace, here."

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & elspeth ) #sav hitting on a pretty woman??? it's more likely than you think #alcohol tw

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WHERE: tilted stage STATUS: open @corneliastarters

savannah is on her third shirt of the night. the first one having fallen victim to drunken spills and the next to an unfortunate run in with one of the patrons of the bar. she's over this shift, a need to get out and not be here settling deep in her veins. it's starting to bleed into her interactions with customers and she can only hope cody won't fire her when he hears how over this shift she is. "just a fair warning, if you order some 'secret' shot off of tiktok, i will pour it over your head." the words are directed at the first patron she sees, eyebrow arching in challenge. "other than that welcome to tilted stage where our spring specials are lemon lavender gin, spiked sparkling basil lemonade, a peeptini for easter."

#cornelia.starter #( &. interactions: savannah ) #//assume connections if we haven't plotted anything yet :)

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savanah isn't sure how she ended up in page turned, a bookstore is the last place she'd usually be found. but the winter air had been chilly and she'd ducked into the first shop she could find in hopes of finding something warm. "people actually get lost in a bookstore?" her eyes travel around the shop around her, eyebrow arching at the seemingly chaotic piles surrounding her. "i'm good thanks, just here to thaw out before heading back to my apartment." she does start to wander the piles, looking through them without really looking at the titles. "actually wait, do you have any pet books? like how to take care of them?" her fingers trace the spiral of a title of an older looking book. "hypothetically, i might be buying my boss' kid a ferret and i think she should get a how to take care of one book before i give her the actual ferret."

Where: Pages Turned Who: Open @corneliastarters

Sam heard the tinkle of the bell over the door as someone walked into the bookstore. He waved, setting his book down upside down to save his page. "Welcome in! Feel free to take your time browsing the books. This old place has been known to suck people in for hours though, so I will warn you, if you're short on time, you might want to be mindful of the clock." Sam chuckled and pointed to a few that were strategically placed among the overcrowded bookshelves full of used books. "Or if there's a time that you need to be out of here by, just let me know. I'll do my best to come find you and remind you."

"Or, if there's something you're looking for in particular, I can point you in the direction of the right section. When it comes down to certain titles though, that might be a bit of a challenge. Even for as organized as everything is, there's still a treasure trove of newer and old, old, old books around here, and with thousands of titles, I don't quite know where everything is. Just an estimation of where it should be." He smiled at them. "I'm Sam, if you need anything."

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & sam )

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our song was the last place savannah thought she would end up. she didn't own a record player, thought they were a trend that should have stayed gone, but our song also had the best selection of sheet music on cornelia street. so sav would have to suck it up and deal with the wannabe hipster that usually ran the shop. "they're awful, don't listen to them." the familiar sound of her roommate's voice has her answering without looking up for the sheet music in her hands. "their keyboardist? the worst." she huffs out a fake sigh, eyes rolling as she does so. "their backup guitarist though? hot."

who: theo + open (@corneliastarters) where: our song (record shop)

he didn't actually have a record player of his own, but he always liked to stop inside the record store thumbing through them when he was in this part of town. as he was making his way around the store, slurping on an iced coffee, he caught sight of another patron holding up his band's ep. "electric touch, huh?" theo asked, shaking his coffee cup to stir it a bit and taking another sip. "are they any good?"

#( &. interactions: savannah ) #( &. savannah & theo )

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☆ –– (lili reinhart, she/her, cis woman) who is SAVANNAH KIRKMAN anyways? ew. you don’t know about HER, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 29 and STRESS BAKING feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re GUARDED and RECKLESS because they care, but they’re also CREATIVE and AMBITIOUS in the best way. she work to make a little money as a SONGWRITER/BARTENDER. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of AN APARTMENT. LONG LIVE (E), AUGUST (A) & CARDIGAN (A) are the songs they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

STATS !

birth name : savannah elise kirkman nick name : sav, savvy birth date : september 13th sexuality: homosexual homoromantic currently residing : woodvale apartment 105 occupation : songwriter/bartender at tilted stage family : austin kirkman (father), charlotte kirkman (mother), ______ kirkman (older sibling), _____ kirkman (younger sibling) pets : two ferrets named mac and cheese relationship status: single notable past relationships: august muse b; cardigan muse b

hair color : blonde (ends currently dyed pink) eye color : green height : 5'6" noticeable scars: small patch on her knee from falling off her bike as a kid piercings : two in each ear, helix on both ears, industrial in left ear tattoos: sun and moon on middle back (above bra strap), music notes along right collarbone, star behind left ear.

HISTORY !

savannah elise was born on a chilly, autumn morning to a set of musical parents. her parents pushed sav into learning as much as instruments as possible, starting with the piano.

sav eventually got older and moved on different instruments but ended up loving the guitar and piano the most. she started off with acoustic guitar and later ended up learning electric as well. she also learned to play ukulele and took vocal lessons when her mother suggested it.

her dream was always to write songs, she didn't really care if she was the one singing them or not. music was always her outlet to feelings she didn't know how to process or to work something out she was struggling with.

sav frequently got in trouble at school for not paying attention, but it was boring to her. she didn't care about math or science, and loved the more creative routes of her english classes.

sav realized she was a lesbian in high school after her best friend at the time kissed her. he was nice enough, and probably would have become her husband had she been into boys, but there was nothing but platonic love for him. she tried dating him for a while but eventually told him she wasn't into him. he took it well and tried setting sav up with his sister.

sav tried college, pursuing a degree in creative writing, but ultimately decided music was her passion. she didn't want to go to college for it, not wanting it to taint her passion. so she packed up her bags and moved to new york on her own.

she frequently crashed on whoever's couch she could find, doing quick jobs that paid well to save up for her own place while still trying to send her lyrics to various music producers.

after a couple of years, she eventually had enough money to travel the world, writing lyrics as she went. but eventually she ended up finding herself in new york answering a craiglist ad for a roommate.

WANTED !

fwb (open to multiple women): after the disaster that was her last relationship, sav has swore off relationships all together. however she's always down for a hookup or two. best friend(s): please give sav people she can bully affectionately. she might pretend to be a bitch and sarcastic, but she only does so because she cares. past co-workers: sav has worked pretty much every job in and around new york from dog walking to bike deliveries to waitressing to bartending. whether or not they liked sav is up to you.

#updated her bio a little :)

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playing a gig is always charley's favorite part about being in a band. there's just something about hearing other people screaming your lyrics back at you that gets their blood pumping and thinking this whole famous band might not be too entirely bad. their drumsticks have disappeared into the crowd, something that will annoy them later when they have to replace them. but in the heat of the moment it seemed like a good idea. they'd made their way over to the small crowd of people hovering at the end of the stage, flushed with an energy after a good performance. "thanks." comes the rushed reply, a quick once over of the crowd and a wide smile at everyone there. "now we have to let the band let me do a whole song of just drum solos and it'll be our best song yet!"

who: Sydney Moore and Charley Zhao (@wondcrstrucks) where: wherever electric touch had a gig lol

One thing Sydney never turned down was the chance to listen to some live music. There was something special about the way the crowd and the band all came together. Everyone having the same experience. While she couldn’t afford to go to every show she wanted, she always made sure to support Electric Touch. She’d first heard of them from meeting, and becoming friends with, Theo and had genuinely enjoyed their sound from the start. A while after that, she'd met Charley at work and continued to solidify her support for the band.

As they seemed to finish up their last song of the night, she joined in with the others around her as they all cheered. It was that electric feeling in the air that she loved so much. Sydney pushed past a couple clumps of people so that she could get to her friend in the crowd. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed with a little laugh. “You guys were great tonight!” Not that they weren’t always, but there was something special about the newer song they had introduced that stuck out to her.

#( &. interactions: charley ) #( &. charley & sydney )

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#( &. musings: omar ) #( &. and soon enough you're best friends: apartment 203 )

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"kicking it seems too easy of a fix." its a gentle quip, mostly just to annoy theo more than anything as charley shrugs and pushes themselves on to the countertop beside the machines. their attention is draw to the notebook, eyes roaming over scribbled lyrics. "it's really good, i can see the potential." their own hands go to their phone, swiping until the notes app is up. "i've been working on some lyrics as well but they're just thoughts right now. or too personal to share with the world just yet." there's a few lyrics they've written about the new pressure the band is under that had fallen into the too personal category. an eyebrow arches as theo kicks the machine and it kicks back on. "my hero," they say sarcastically as a hand gets placed over their heart. "i won't have to spend all week smelling like half clean laundry now."

theo lowered his magazine so that he could level charley with a look. "i just told you how to fix it. you're welcome." he slid to his feet so that he could grab the notebook he'd been scribbling lyrics in. when he passed charley to switch out his laundry, he handed them the book. "most of that's shit," he said with a half-shrug. "but i think the bit about airplanes and shooting stars has potential. what d'you think?" once he put his clothes from the washer to the dryer and started another load, he gave charley's washer a swift kick. it rumbled to life and he gave them a mock bow. "see. it's fine."

#( &. interactions: charley ) #( &. charley & theo ) #//me digging in deep to my paramore lore for their first single just to reference it in a reply???

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omar has found the best time to work out is right when they open, when most people are at work and the gym will be empty. it's never failed him so far, him getting to work out in peace and no threat of a meltdown any time soon. but somehow, mostly due to cooper and his need to wake up every morning at 6am to go outside, he's made it there before anyone else. he's just unclipping cooper's leash, giving him the command to stay in place as someone enters the gym. "at least you have a medic to help out if you do have one." cooper perks up a little, before settling back down when he realizes there's no threat. "just a few minutes, the door was unlocked. sorry if i wasn't supposed to be in here." he considers the last question, knowing what the right answer should be. "coffee before a workout seems like a disaster waiting to happen, but also the caffeine would help out your workout shouldn't it?"

where : fearless gym who : open ! @corneliastarters

parker spent so much of their time in the gym, they often joked they practically lived there. sure, they paid good money for an apartment, but they couldn't stand being still or alone for long. because of that, though, it meant that someone rarely beat them to the gym. it startled as it opened the door, eyes wide before landing on the other figure in the room. "you're going to give a guy a heart attack!" they exclaimed, stepping behind the desk to clock itself in. "how long have you been here? and do you need coffee?"

#( &. interactions: omar ) #( &. omar & parker )

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the park is usually too much for omar, especially being around the playground. it's too loud, too chaotic, and just too much in general. but his therapist had recommended doing some training cooper around loud noises, so going near the playgound was a must. but it only takes a few minutes before it's overwhelming and he's making a beeline for the nearest place to just sit down and breathe. "sorry, it's too loud and cooper will never forgive me if i don't sit down." it's the only explanation omar can give as he practically throws himself into the empty half of a bench. "i can leave in a few minutes." his leg starts bouncing, trying to get though whatever this is as cooper gently paws at his leg. "do you ever miss it? being able to just like scream when things get too much?" he pauses for a second, before plowing on. "could you imagine just getting overwhelmed and just screaming in the middle of the grocery store without it making a scene?"

location: centennial park. status: open to all.

the sound of children's laughter always brought a warmth to cassie that she never seemed to get from anything else. every once in a while, she liked to debate the reasons why; maybe it was something primal, something just written into her DNA. or maybe it was simpler than that. maybe it was just that her own childhood was so void of smiles, at least in her time outside of the schools she'd attended. if she really concentrated, really focused, she could remember a few trips to the park with her mother, but she questioned whether that strain was really worth it.

either way, she supposed that had to be the reason why she so often found herself settled on a park bench. even in spite of the years she's spent sleeping on one, she still found comfort there. the screeches and laughter of the kids on the playground floated to her ears like clouds as she hunched over the planner settled on her thighs. her legs were folded beneath her, knees bent to bring the paper closer as she scribbled out the next month's upload schedule down. she hardly noticed when people approached, assuming they'd pass her by rather than take the empty half of an occupied seat.

#( &. interactions: omar ) #( &. omar & cassie )

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waverley place is always busy, and for a good reason. their sandwiches are incredible and the great discount to first responders are always an added bonus. so it's no surprise that omar has taken his lunch break at the sandwich shop, grabbing the first available stool and making himself at home. he's halfway through his sandwich when the older gentlemen that had been talking off his ear left and he was left with a new person sitting next to him. "i just have one of those faces?" he quips back, arching an eyebrow before setting down his meal. "unless you've been in an accident lately and needed ems, in which case, it was my partner that messed anything up."

where: waverly place who: jo + open (@corneliastarters)

jo was in between classes but wouldn't have time to swing by home for lunch, so she stopped in one of her favorite lunch spots. they made a mean grilled cheese. she wasn't the only one to have the same idea, though. the line was nearly out the door, but jo had time to kill...and she was really craving one of those sandwiches, so she scrolled through her phone until her turn to order and staked the place out for an open seat. an older gentleman had just finished up so jo took a seat on the open stool and turned toward the person next to her, trying to decide if she knew them or not. she wasn't sure, but-

"i know you, right?" she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to place them. "how do i know you?"

#( &. interactions: omar ) #( &. omar & johanna )

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it's a rare friday night off for omar, an even rarer saturday off following. so omar had gone out, desperate to let off some of the restless energy that always seemed to follow him. it was nice, dancing with whoever wanted to and letting the music take over. he was slowly making his way over to the bar when he noticed a familiar face and diverted his attention that way. "cecil, my man." the words are loud, even with the music thumping overhead. it takes everything for omar to not actually run into the table his friend is sitting at, but it's close. "what will it take to actually get you out on the dance floor and not cooped in the corner?"

starter: open location: east side bar @corneliastarters

it's a lively friday evening, and cecil is looking forward to finally catching some z's over the coming weekend (maybe), but for now, he's here. the music a little too loud for his preferences, a few too many strangers at this night out with friends, but he's just along for the ride with a virgin drink, happy to see others being happy.

though he's mostly able to maintain smalltalk-mode and chat to people, at one point he does go to a quieter corner to nurse his growing headache. just a brief timeout, but it doesn't last long; he looks up to realise he's being approached, and smiles his greeting. he puts down his drink and holds some invisible papers. "hi, welcome to my office. how can i help you today?"

#( &. interactions: omar ) #( &. omar & cecil ) #//have your chaotic bestie cecil

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there's an unspoken rule to bartending: do not go into other bars unless you absolutely have to. but electric touch needed more ground covering and as much as charley didn't want the band to get too famous, they also knew that their bandmates did. and they did care about their bandmates. "i'm actually looking for the owner?" charley feels like they're yelling over the noise, feeling a little guilty they're taking up time as people scramble to put in last minute orders. "one of your bartenders pointed you out, so when you get a free moment could we maybe chat?" charley has no problem waiting, waving a hand around at the people pushing for a last minute drink. "you look like you need a hand though."

location: tilted stage status: open to all

in the beginning of this endeavor, cody hadn't been nearly as confident as he may have been a decade prior. the location, while not entirely ideal to him, had proven to be in dire need of some nightlife. he know that he wanted a proper club to go to without taking a cab, but he didn't realize that this much of the neighborhood was apparently in agreement.

tilted stage stayed busy, teeming with life and movement. it made him proud; prouder than he thought he'd ever been, but certainly not as proud as he should be in the future. as such, he never seemed to find himself in a bad mood when he was working the bar. at new soundtrack, the hours could drag, depending on the night, and the music was never quite to the level that he considered worth dancing to, though people definitely tried. he'd always find himself counting the minutes to the end of his shift.

this was never the case behind his bar.

it felt as though he'd just gotten to work an hour prior when he glanced down at his watch and saw the time. ❝ shit, ❞ he muttered, taking a few steps down the bar and pressing a button tucked behind a few bottles against the wall. there was somewhat of a collective groan when the lights pulsed a bright cyan to signify last call, pulling a laugh to his throat as he greeted the first patron who'd made it there for their final drink. ❝ last call. what can i get you? ❞

#( &. interactions: charley ) #( &. charley & cody )

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"theo mentioned you might have some in stock so i figured it was better to come check rather than go all the way to my usual place." they nodded along as piper explained that it was all donations. at least this purchase would go back to something good rather than a big box company. "if you ever get another chin and need a place for it to go, my boys always need another friend." a quick shake of the head before they slowly move back towards the front desk. "dogs and i don't really get along and i think the chins would kill me if i brought home a cat." they stop for a second, considering it breifly. "do you have any cats that have been in the shelter for a while? or like a senior cat that probably won't get adopted otherwise?" theo might get mad that they're bringing home another animal, but it's honestly his turn to be on the other side of that surprise.

"we sure do!" piper smiled and led them towards the small little section of the shelter where food and animal accessories were for sale. "sometimes we have people donate things we don't need, so we hold them out. all proceeds go to helping the shelter and buying supplies that we need, it's sort of like a donation." she knew that some people got upset over the fact that the shelter sold donations, so she always made a point to make sure she mentioned that all of the money went back into the shelter. "we used to have a chin, so we asked for food," she pointed to the bag and smiled. "i can ring you up at the front desk. if you'd like to look around at the animals first, be my guest."

#( &. interactions: charley ) #( &. charley & piper )