Adam Lindstrom, I've got a lot of nice things. For starters, a PhD in Archaeology, a class of students, a team of underpaid researchers just like me, and a really cool daughter. Sometimes I dig up ancient people's clutter.
Hey guys, I wanted to get on tonight but all of the stuff going on in Ferguson makes me want to get offline for a bit. I'm off for Thanksgiving break tomorrow, so I'll be RPing the sh*t out of this upcoming week. Just checking in to let you know I'm here. xx
[rises from the depths of the underworld] hey everyone, new and old! i’m caroline and i’d LOVE to plot with you! yes, you. no, not the guy behind you, YOU!! i’ve been here for a while but i haven’t done much with adam because college decided to surprise b*tch the sh*t outta me and was like, plot twist, freshman year is actually gonna be challenging! nice !
anyways. pLOTS! here are some ways our characters could interact:
-run in at the park. adam takes his child from a past relationship to the park when he’s jogging, hanging out, doing the usual when BOOM! there’s your character. we’ll obviously build a lot on this one, i promise it doesn’t have to be this boring. i’m not THAT lame.
-lecture time. adam is giving a lecture at the college about something (a discovery his archaeological team has recently made, a disease sprouting up in the US that is from a country that his team has worked in, etc) and your character is attending the lecture. your character could ask him a question during the panel, meet him afterwards, just be there for extra credit.. anything works.
-ew, college. your character is taking one of adam’s classes! luckily these classes can be part of everyone’s core so this isn’t one of those “idk if my character would take archaeology/anthropology/etc” plots. trust me, i’m a professional. not really. bUT anYWAYS, your character could be struggling and needing help/extra credit, doing really great in the class and being a kiss ass, the list goes on and on.
-car troubles. something whack happens to adam’s car, and your character decides to pull over and help him out. or maybe not. mAyBE they throw a burrito at him while driving by and adam chases after them and has a new mortal enemy??? maybe your character really hated that stupid breaking bad sticker on the back of his car and has made it their goal in life to take down all fans of the show. the future is in your hands, my friend.
-bee boppin’ at the club/sportsbar. adam likes to have a good time. sometimes, he has a little too much fun. he has decided to dude-bro it out at his favorite place to dude-bro it out when your character cha-cha slides into the picture. could be a love interest/one night stand sort of thing, could be just a friendly gesture that gets them talking/singing karaoke until 2am (disclosure: adam would have to be pretty drunk for this to happen. he has a doctorate, for god’s sake).
-you get an extra hour in the ball pit. plot twist, archaeologist/anthropologists are actually big ass nerds! who would’ve seen that one coming, right? adam is headed to a convention center to geek it out (can bring or not bring his daughter) and runs into your character. maybe they get into a fight over a light saber that’s been autographed by a famous person, compliment each other’s cosplays, or are stuck waiting in line for the bathroom and begin a conversation. the nerdy possibilities are endless!!
IN CONCLUSION: i need to establish connections here at cv for adam (of any kind, really), so don’t be shy! feel free to hit up my inbox if you’re interested! and if you aren’t, i have a ton of other ideas, the majority of which i can suit to your plotting needs. thanks a bunch! ♡♡♡
[rises from the depths of the underworld] hey everyone, new and old! i’m caroline and i’d LOVE to plot with you! yes, you. no, not the guy behind you, YOU!! i’ve been here for a while but i haven’t done much with adam because college decided to surprise b*tch the sh*t outta me and was like, plot twist, freshman year is actually gonna be challenging! nice !
anyways. pLOTS! here are some ways our characters could interact:
-run in at the park. adam takes his child from a past relationship to the park when he’s jogging, hanging out, doing the usual when BOOM! there’s your character. we’ll obviously build a lot on this one, i promise it doesn’t have to be this boring. i’m not THAT lame.
-lecture time. adam is giving a lecture at the college about something (a discovery his archaeological team has recently made, a disease sprouting up in the US that is from a country that his team has worked in, etc) and your character is attending the lecture. your character could ask him a question during the panel, meet him afterwards, just be there for extra credit.. anything works.
-ew, college. your character is taking one of adam’s classes! luckily these classes can be part of everyone’s core so this isn’t one of those “idk if my character would take archaeology/anthropology/etc” plots. trust me, i’m a professional. not really. bUT anYWAYS, your character could be struggling and needing help/extra credit, doing really great in the class and being a kiss ass, the list goes on and on.
-car troubles. something whack happens to adam’s car, and your character decides to pull over and help him out. or maybe not. mAyBE they throw a burrito at him while driving by and adam chases after them and has a new mortal enemy??? maybe your character really hated that stupid breaking bad sticker on the back of his car and has made it their goal in life to take down all fans of the show. the future is in your hands, my friend.
-bee boppin’ at the club/sportsbar. adam likes to have a good time. sometimes, he has a little too much fun. he has decided to dude-bro it out at his favorite place to dude-bro it out when your character cha-cha slides into the picture. could be a love interest/one night stand sort of thing, could be just a friendly gesture that gets them talking/singing karaoke until 2am (disclosure: adam would have to be pretty drunk for this to happen. he has a doctorate, for god’s sake).
-you get an extra hour in the ball pit. plot twist, archaeologist/anthropologists are actually big ass nerds! who would’ve seen that one coming, right? adam is headed to a convention center to geek it out (can bring or not bring his daughter) and runs into your character. maybe they get into a fight over a light saber that’s been autographed by a famous person, compliment each other’s cosplays, or are stuck waiting in line for the bathroom and begin a conversation. the nerdy possibilities are endless!!
IN CONCLUSION: i need to establish connections here at cv for adam (of any kind, really), so don’t be shy! feel free to hit up my inbox if you’re interested! and if you aren’t, i have a ton of other ideas, the majority of which i can suit to your plotting needs. thanks a bunch! ♡♡♡
ENTPs are logical, innovative, curious and downright inventive. They see possibilities for improvement everywhere and possess the ability to understand complex concepts. ENTPs are introspective and carefree nonconformists. They often neglect the more common areas of life while pursuing new solutions. ENTPs can be good conversationalists and exciting company.
STRENGTHS
Enthusiastic, upbeat, and popular.
Can be very charming.
Excellent communication skills.
Extremely interested in self-improvement and growth in their relationships.
Laid-back and flexible, usually easy to get along with.
Big idea-people, always working on a grand scheme or idea.
Usually good at making money, although not so good at managing it.
Take their commitments and relationships very seriously.
Able to move on with their lives after leaving a relationship.
WEAKNESSES
Always excited by anything new, they may change partners frequently.
Tendency to not follow through on their plans and ideas.
Their love of debate may cause them to provoke arguments.
Big risk-takers and big spenders, not usually good at managing money.
Although they take their commitments seriously, they tend to abandon their relationships which no longer offer opportunity for growth.
♔ Moral Alignment - Chaotic Good
Chaotic Good is known as the “Beatific,” “Rebel,” or “Cynic” alignment. A Chaotic Good character favors change for a greater good, disdains bureaucratic organizations that get in the way of social improvement, and places a high value on personal freedom, not only for oneself, but for others as well. They always intend to do the right thing, but their methods are generally disorganized and often out of alignment with the rest of society. They may create conflict in a team if they feel they are being pushed around, and often view extensive organization and planning as pointless, preferring to improvise. While they do not have evil intentions, they may do bad things (even though they will not enjoy doing these things) to people who are, in their opinion, bad people, if it benefits the greater good. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. Chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment because it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves.
TRAIT STRUCTURE
unpredictable.
independent.
free spirited.
cheerful.
optimistic.
easy going.
carefree.
helpful.
kind.
merciful.
respectful of personal liberties.
anarchistic.
♔ The Four Temperaments: Sanguine
The sanguine temperament is fundamentally spontaneous and pleasure-seeking; sanguine people are sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be boisterous. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when they pursue a new hobby, they lose interest as soon as it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy. Sanguines generally have an almost shameless nature, certain that what they are doing is right. They have no lack of confidence.
♔ Enneagram: Type 7, The Enthusiast
Sevens are extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over- extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness. At their Best: they focus their talents on worthwhile goals, becoming appreciative, joyous, and satisfied.
Basic Fear: Of being deprived and in pain
Basic Desire: To be satisfied and content—to have their needs
fulfilled
Enneagram Seven with a Six-Wing: "The Entertainer"
Enneagram Seven with an Eight-Wing: "The Realist"
Key Motivations: Want to maintain their freedom and happiness, to avoid missing out on worthwhile experiences, to keep themselves excited and occupied, to avoid and discharge pain.
The blond gave a curt nod, silently accepting the girl’s bashful apology, and turned back to the aisle. He didn’t really know how to deal with children. Thus, he ended up treating them like he treated adults—disinterested and blunt, but somewhat civil (until, of course, the person gave him a reason not to be civil). He picked up a box of frozen pepperoni pizza. “Preschool?” drawled Tennessee, half-listening to the man as he turned over the box to read the description. Although the dad-and-daughter pair couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t bothered to look up, the boy’s features softened a tad. The kid was younger than he’d originally thought. “Y’all gotta find somethin’ other than knockin’ over stuff ‘tuh release all that energy, then.” His eyes moved from the man to his daughter. “How ‘bout video games?” he suggested with a cheeky tilt of his head.
The thought sunk in as Adam finished cleaning up the mess, peering up to the young man with a nod. "We tried Mario Brothers, Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon... Only thing she'll play are my darker games." Adam's green eyes refocused on the stranger as a smile threatened to twitch at the corner of his lips. "Gets it from her mother, I think." He stood up after returning the balls to their box, placing a hand on the cart and another on his hip as he collected his thoughts. Lola had begun crawling into the shopping cart while they talked, wobbling over the plastic barrier like a chubby little ninja. "Both are handfuls," he continued, glancing over his shoulder to his daughter. "She's just a different kid, I guess. I tried putting on My Little Pony the other day, but she insisted on the Purge."
Frozen food, of course, made up much of Benji’s diet, and was, generally, what his evening meals consisted of. He was a hopeless cook, but had early perfected the fine art of sandwiches to a T, which left him able to fend for himself lunch-wise, at least, and of course, cereal was easy to pour, so for breakfast, he had Froot Loops. All this combined, of course, left Benji with a basked in the crook of his elbow which contained only the minimum of groceries; coleslaw, a few pieces of fruit, and a new box of cereal. He would shop more if he needed to in the week, but honestly, he thought he had enough to last, and was just wandering into the aisle out of sheer habit and a lack of anything else to do when a considerable weight bounced into him. Involuntarily, one foot took a step back to steady his weight, and then he focused on the sudden abundance of bouncy balls. Actually, focusing on the appearance of bouncy balls and wondering where the hell they came from left him seeming completely oblivious to the child on the floor, the parent, and apparently the actual bouncy balls, as he stood, basket in hand, staring at the toys with a slightly tilted headd.
'Oh— Um, yeah, I'm fine— I'm fine, I'm just… Still half asleep,' he finished lamely, shaking his head and making a little gesture with only a couple of muscles in his fingers, to dismiss the notion. 'Uh, yes… I would, um, be worried if they were anything else.'
Adam's eyes quickly flicked around, trying to see if anyone else had noticed the mini-catastrophe that just occurred. It was then that he noticed a young, Latina employee slowly walking past the aisle in uniform, her dark hair and large hoop earrings standing out as she smacked her gum. Her brow raised in confusion, peering over to the mess with a concerned look. Adam dropped it to the floor like a hot potato as he scooped up armfuls of balls, giving her a thumbs up as he attempted to prove that there was nothing to be seen. When she shook her head and continued making her rounds through the store, Adam breathed a small, embarrassed sigh of relief. He could've sworn he heard a muttered 'white people' under her breath, but he couldn't be completely sure. Adam refocused his attention to the man that stood before him and his daughter. "At least she didn't break anything, right? That's a good achievement for the day."
Wandering through the grocery store aimlessly, Stella stole an apple and began to munch on it as she drifted down each aisle. She didn’t even know why she was there and she didn’t necessarily have a purpose, but she was hungry…and when you were hungry you went to where you got food. Besides, she’d pay for it later. She wasn’t a stealer. As she got to the last aisle full of miscellaneous things like laundry detergent, shampoo, rubber duckies, and coloring books, she picked up a bouncy ball and began to walk up and down the aisle, examining the random knickknack collection of junk as she finished her apple. Tossing the core in the trash, her right hand continued to bounce the pink bouncy ball— but when she looked down, she didn’t expect a child to be laying in a sea of scattered ones not two feet away from her. Laughing, she knelt down next to the girl and began to talk to her before she noticed the father. With the bouncy ball flat against her stomach, she waved it off and rose to her feet. “It’s okay, the store is now only 380 bouncy balls away from being a McDonalds playhouse. If that’s not helping with promotion, I don’t know what will.”
Adam held back a snicker, watching the stranger kneel down onto the same level as his daughter. Usually the hyperactive little girl didn't need to be reminded to apologize, though she was so flustered he thought she needed a little push. "Lola, what do we say?" He asked her then, also kneeling down next to her and resting his hand on her small shoulder. It was when he heard "McDonald's" that he realized how hungry he was, stomach growling loudly, having last been filled the night before. He couldn't help it if his two jobs (as well as child) prevented him from focusing on himself every once in a while. Work and home life had made him far more busy than he was in college, which was something his young self couldn't have even imagined. His green eyes searched for a sign that led to a potential restaurant in the new supermarket, being fairly unfamiliar with the layout of the place. "Speakin of McDonald's, you don't know if this place has one, do you?" He questioned, scratching his head. "I haven't eaten since last night, and a burger would really hit the spot."
Harmony wasn’t expecting much out of her day. Her trip to the grocery store was a simple, quick, one. Just a few items, and out the door she would go. At least until she heard chaos behind her. A little girl and her father watched as the balls bounced one by one onto the floor. Harmony couldn’t help but chuckle as she approached the two to help them. "Not good at all," Harm agreed. "Hmm, I don’t know, I didn’t see anything. What if you’re trying to place blame?”
Adam's eyes peered up to the woman that stood above him, a big grin apparent on her face. It was a smile that was matched as he helped Lola stand upright, patting her little back as she began to pick up the balls and return them to the display. "I don't think even I'm that mean," he said with a chuckle that came from deep within his belly. "One minute I was looking for garlic bread, and the next we were standing in a ball graveyard." He spoke, immediately pausing to reconsider the words he just spoke. "That came out wrong," he said under his breath, suppressing a giggle. "I am so sorry."
Tennessee didn’t hate kids. Neither did he like them, though. He could tolerate kids when they were nice and polite and tantrum-free. This girl, however—who had already bumped into him amidst dancing in circles—was causing quite a ruckus in the quiet aisle. Stopping a rubber ball with the toe of his Chuck Taylors, the blond bent down to pick it up. He rolled his eyes a little at the man’s (the kid’s father, he presumed) comment before retorting bluntly: “That don’t give ‘em the right ‘tuh act like a cat in a room full’a rockin’ chairs.”
The bouncy ball was carefully placed back into the box. There were more sprawled all over the floor, but it wasn’t his concern. Surely they would clean it up. “Y’alright?” he asked in a flat voice, this time addressing the child.
"Lola," he spoke, giving her a knowing look that signaled it was time to apologize. He hadn't had the time to really work with her on apologies, she just sort of picked it up by the time she was three or so. He had been quite proud of her, knowing how intelligent she had to be in order to understand the concept of apologizing on her own. Adam figured it must've come from all the people watching she'd do as a baby. She nodded to the stranger's question, staggering around a little bit, but being steadied by her father's hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," she spoke, looking down in shame as a light blush bloomed across her round cheeks. Bending down to pick up the mess, Adam and Lola scooped up handfuls of balls, stacking them in the display. "She's not usually this rambunctious. Guess that's what a day of preschool can do to a gal."
Adam pushed the cart through the grocery store as Lola trotted happily behind him, insisting on being free from its plastic confines. She wanted to practice the dances she learned in ballet class, hoping to be 'as good as the big girls' one day. She spun around his legs, twirling through the store as they made their way down the frozen food aisle. After bumping into a stranger halfway through a pirouette, she instantly rebounded into a sizable stack of bouncy balls, causing each and every one of them to fall out of the display box and scatter onto the shiny floor. Adam held back a snicker as he watched his little girl lose her footing and slip onto the ground, surrounded in a sea of bouncy balls. "Well, that is not good," he muttered out, reaching down to pick up his daughter. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Kids will be kids, right?"
*cha cha slides onto the dash* Hi peeps new and old! I’m Caroline, the extremely busy college student that’s been on hiatus for far too loNG TBH I MEAN I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ADAM A LOT OK I MISSED YOU GUYS (and am looking forward to meeting new folks so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like!!)
ANYWAYS, I’ve got a few ideas for plotting - so please let me know if you’re interested. I can make it work for you! Glad to be back! xx