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starter blog for anchoragehq.

[anchoragestarters]

STARTER BLOG RULES TO ABIDE —

remember our rule is to respond to one open starter, whether you are new or established, before posting exclusives or opens of your own ! 

you do not have to respond to every open starter as an established member, but we do ask that you try to respond if we post a call on the main about opens with low notes, and try to give some attention those of new members to welcome them here while the group is smaller.

starter caps are allowed optionally, if you’re someone that might feel overwhelmed by unlimited. the bare minimum of starter replies you should accept is four, to give a fair amount of writers a chance to interact. you can write a cap in your starter like this : cap ( 0 / 4 ). when it is filled, please contact us in the IM to let us know. we can’t always keep track by ourselves, so it is your responsibility !

you are required and responsible for posting an open if a muse of yours is selected in the starter lottery — this will apply to all members, and will help us keep an activity flow as the group establishes. 

new members : if you don’t see many opens here, it’s likely either capped starters have been removed or we recently had a special event & old starters from that even were removed.

FOR NEW MEMBERS OR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN AWAY ON HIATUS : starters that could use more attention by URL. updated every few days, those that have received less than three responses from different writers —

pcisxnivys, wiithstars, smileflowcrs (nikolai), starstckrs (kenny), starstckrs (sam).

THE IN-GAME DATE FOR NEW OPEN STARTERS IS : march 1st onward. if you need updates on the latest plot drops, click here before proceeding. please be sure to read it if you are new or returning after a hiatus.

THERE IS AN ON-GOING EVENT: see here.

[moonrivcr]

( the s.s. devil's darlin', 7:00 p.m., the first night of the voyage ) @anchoragestarters

Tilting her head up towards the starry night sky as she wandered leisurely about the promenade of the cruise liner, the cold night air biting her cheeks and disturbing the baby hairs framing her face, Willa found herself too enraptured by the novelty of the event to wonder about what the rest of their journey would entail. Having spent the majority of her life among circus tents and wild animals, it wasn't until moving to Anchorage that she'd gotten to experience fancy things like this. Despite her years attempting to adjust to a more sedentary life, new adventures never lost their novelty to the handler. "It's kind of amazing, isn't it? That the whole town is invited out for stuff like this," she marveled to the person beside her, greeting them with a wide grin.

When presented with a plate of cocktails and mocktails by a nearby member of the wait staff, the brunette reflexively reached for one of the nonalcoholic options, before changing her mind at the last minute and grasping the stem of a martini glass instead, giving the drink a swirl before taking a tentative sip. Willa repressed her surprised reaction to the taste of the unfamiliar drink, working to maintain her air of mock sophistication. "We still have some time before dinner. Where do you want to explore first? Or we could just stay out here and enjoy the stars. You pick."

[starstckrs]

@anchoragestarters sam + ??? : march 7, midnight @ anchorage regional hospital

avoidant of hospitals (and accepting help altogether), sam's most wretched nightmares manifested whenever she noticed that the gauze she assumed she'd tightly secured around her excessively bleeding palm was now soaked. blood threatened to gather and drip from the edges, which freaked her out enough to propel her through the emergency room sliding doors. she was then whisked away to a bed that provided minimal privacy, only thin curtains dividing her from the other patients. she splayed her arm out for the doctor that was diligently stitching her palm, wincing to herself with every poke of the needle. she knew she shouldn't have pushed herself while perfecting her double stroke roll; yet, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to draw a line in the sand when it concerned self-improvement. she couldn't slow down or else she'd fall behind the curve, at least, that's what her professor at juilliard had warned. and really, who the fuck was she to refute him? instead, she agonized over her pages and the hardly legible notes scribbled on the paper. when she blinked away the last of the drowsiness in her eyes, she glanced in her peripheral and noticed the curtain had been pulled back. "... hi," she spoke up. maybe a conversation would distract her from how ruinous this injury would be for her. "you stuck here too, huh? guess that makes us neighbors." a forced chuckle emanated from between her clenched teeth, flinching on instinct when the needle jabbed her again. "i'm, um... i'm sam. olvera. what, uh, what are you in for?" i bet it's not for half as fucking stupid a reason as mine, she thought bitterly.

[starstckrs]

@anchoragestarters kenny + ??? : march 16, mid - morning @ brunch a nonsense

"'scuse me, this seat taken? kay, thanks!" kenny had booked it from her chosen seat in the middle of the restaurant, forfeiting the view of the kitchen for one that provided a perfect spot for people watching. one of kenny's many useless hobbies, all of them which she found had the same amount of levity. she wasn't discouraged by the lone patron sitting exactly where she was fixated on, a stupid smile greeting the stranger as kenny made herself comfortable in the opposite seat. clearing her throat, she picked up the menu and resumed scanning the selections, as if she hadn't frequented the place ever since its grand opening. "oh, don't worry, btw, i'll buy yours, too," flicking her hand around dismissively, she hummed under her breath and thinned her eyes at the special advertised in the corner of the menu. "i think imma go with a stack of cinnamon apple pancakes. sounds like it'll be worth the stomach ache later. what about you? are you more of a sweet or savory type?" it was a strange gift she bore, transforming rooms she graced by pretending like she was far more comfortable in the outside world than she actually felt. she knew she was a social pariah, at least it seemed that way in her inner machinations and from the verbal berating afforded by her father, but greeting strangers and brightening their days had conveniently disputed that image. "we should get screwdrivers, too. or mimosas? mimosas sound fancier."

[smileflowcrs-aa]

@anchoragestarters ; the creamery ice cream and coffee bar, february 25

reacquainting oneself with the world was, as it turned out, more than just a bit of work. fortunately, he had been smart enough not to fling himself into the deep end of it, unlike what would have been expected of him back home, where the industry would have pushed for a quicker return; their way of handling things had certain room for improvement. instead, he had been patient, taken his time, and eased himself back into the rhythms of life—something unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed. the strangeness of returning to the creamery had dulled, manageable now, unease no longer curling in his stomach with every movement he made behind the counter. there were only so many times he could offer the same gentle refusals, could tell well-meaning or otherwise strangers that no, he didn’t want to talk about the whole spectacle of going missing and turning up a month later with one less kidney. thank you very much. it wasn’t exactly a nice topic, anyway, was it? the worst of it, at least, seemed to had passed. it was a relaxing evening, the snow gently falling outside—nikolai liked watching the snow, liked how quiet it was. rounding the corner as he left the counter, he accidentally bumped into someone, quick to startle back. “ whoops! i’m so sorry, ” he spoke, “ are you okay? ”

[wiithstars]

where : the creamery ice cream & coffee bar when : feb 28th @anchoragestarters

"DO YOU KNOW OF ANY PLACES THAT ARE HIRING?" The blonde had no issues with approaching anyone, the social butterfly often seeking out any conversation they could find, though in this specific case, there was an actual purpose behind their actions. Working at the veterinary clinic had become a near impossible venture when even just pulling into the parking lot of the building had Annaki thinking of their late mother, and the subsequent lack of closure where instead more heartache plagued the family, which lead to where they were now, a copy of the most recently published newspaper laid out in front of where they were seated at the coffee bar. "All of these jobs look really..." As they trailed off, their nose scrunched. "Hard." Often having a thought only be fleeting in their pretty little head, any type of demanding work was sure to be an ill fit. Dropping their chin in their open palm, their grey eyes looked down at Mochi as if the dutiful canine even needed checking on when he was content to sit by on the linoleum flooring, before looking to the person next to them then back to the newspaper that seemed to be of no aid. "I just want a job where I get to talk to people all day; that's why being a receptionist was glorious! How did you find your job? Is it perfect for you?"

[pcisxnivys]

@anchoragestarters outside of the dairy witch, february 28th

The hypnotic motion of the cleaver striking the cutting board and dispersing a carnage by design across the board was a hypnotic sight, if only because he was lost in thought of whether it was what the mortifying sight of his mother was comprised of before she was collected. Carmen had every intention of entering the building and ordering a charcuterie board to present for his cousin before they settled to inevitably melt into the couch and do a whole lot of nothing — but he couldn't yet bring himself to walk into the establishment, his throat tightening and straining as he overthought what to say and how to order, or if what he was ordering was the right combination, or whether Seokmin would hate it, and how pathetic his voice was going to sound when he walked up to the counter and attempted to spit out the query to the butcher. His palms were sweating at his sides, a side effect of the nausea turning in his stomach and the hypothetical fantasies he'd already managed to construe out of control, hands cupping in front of him and wringing as he watched. "Pardon, my apologies," on a jerk of the knee, profuse sorrys were escaping his mouth, head whipping around and sending his dangling earrings with it as he sidestepped as to not block the view of the passerby, "Do you, um — sorry, do you think that, um, turkey goes with smoked gouda? At all? I'm having a hard time deciding — sorry to be a bother."

[wondererfm]

@anchoragestarters (outside last pin standing- the bowling alley, on her break).

"yeah, i'm calling it now, this town is fuckin' weird." orla had dreamed of moving in with angela for years, of getting away from her parents that she only seemed to disappoint but then, after a couple of months, there had been a murder incident between family members? "you know, i love a bit of true crime and all that but not when i'm here-" she pointed to the ground. "- in that fuckin' town." it was a fair admission. "i mean, did i really leave dublin for this or does it get fun from time to time?" what had happened was disturbing but the young irish woman didn't want to show that learning about it had affected her and caused so much worry about the people that resided here.

[solarflcre]

@anchoragestarters at a local news stand in downtown anchorage, february 10th

Dustin had been following the headlines, at least, from a distance — and somewhat through his association with Zeliha, their tenuous familial friendship lending his hand to boosting their tread when the podcast hit the radio once the whole world had become... internet-less. ( Really, it was still strange to click-clack at his keyboard, knowing his Word Document could only print shit out without actually going anywhere. ) Still, even his child's godparent wasn't first to the punchline of an incredibly sour joke, the screaming caps staring back at him with the announcement of Rosalind's arrest. "People have been acting so surprised, but it's still statistically proven that crimes like this come from loved ones. Like family of a significant other," he commented morosely to the company beside him, sounding his thoughts outside the realm of his own head. "We just don't know what goes on behind closed doors." Perhaps, the irony of those statistics were the same reason that he pondered often over the culprits of his parents' double homicide. Someone out there was an ordinary face among the crowd, unbeknownst to anyone for their sins. He turned a blind eye, decidedly, on what that said about himself. "Do you think they'll close down the practice, or look for someone else to be the local veterinarian?"

[wiseirs]

who : @anchoragestarters where : maiden alley cinema when : february 20th  cap : 0/4

ROBIN’S TOP PRIORITY WOULD ALWAYS BE THEIR WORK.  it was the very thing that defined them and who they were. they were a medical examiner, first and foremost, and they took pride in that. the few people they allowed close to them would say that they were too rigid, but they didn’t know any other way to be. work was their life, outside of a few friends here and there. their routine was monotonous, and for the most part, they liked it that way. come to work, examine a few bodies, get lemon bars from puggy’s and relax on the couch with their cat, mindy. it was simple, but it worked for them. on some days, however, the routine changed. instead of going straight to their house to watch a movie at home, robin sometimes preferred the atmosphere of a movie theater. they didn’t care much for the messiness of the people there. usually, they saved internal comments of their chaos and unruliness to mindy, but having others around that relished in the same pleasure as they did? that brought them joy, even if only for a few hours. currently, they were outside of the cinema, looking up at the marquees for the films they would be showing. usually, robin was meticulous, and pretty good at making decisions, having researched the movies beforehand to pick one they liked. today, however, they were stuck in a loop. they kept comparing all of the options, and while a few of them seemed like something robin would like, they couldn’t quite pick just one. spotting someone nearby, they quickly made their way over to them. “excuse me?” they said, clearing their throat. they shifted awkwardly, trying to think of something to do with their hands. “I hate to have to ask this, but could you pick a movie for me to see? or if i should see a movie at all?” ( they hated having to ask for help, it was beneath them.) “i’m torn between this and just staying home with my cat. it’s a tense time, and i know we’re all trying to find some way to relax.”

[smileflowcrs-aa]

open starter: @anchoragestarters where: town square when: february 20th, 2024, evening

“ y'know, whenever i leave this place, i always come back to some more shit, ” musings of the guitarist rolled off the tongue without much thought, thick with indifference, the ash of their cigarette tipping off into the breeze. “ nothin' like a good ol' homecoming, huh? welcome back, we don't got balloons or confetti, but here's a little fuckin' tragedy for you! ” would it be outlandish to say that the town seemed to have some sinister rhythm of its own; a clock ticking away, counting down—always counting down—to the next casualty? how many had it been, now? who kept count? a breath of resignation left him as he sat up from where he'd been lounging on his back, swinging his legs over the edge of the concrete and taking a long, slow drag, the smoke curling up around his face. “ 's like a damn death lottery here, 'n stevie mc-creepy-crawlies is always waitin' to call your number on the six o'clock news. hell, could be me next. 'course i wouldn't be around to see the punchline, would i? ” the butt was flicked aside and grinded out, a cynical grin tugging at the edges of his mouth, just enough to show that he didn't quite consider the weight of his words ( surprising? not really ). “ could be me. could be you. musical chairs? never been good at it, personally, ” he slowly rose to his feet, arms stretching above his head, a loud, unbothered yawn escaping as he craned his neck. “ anyway. y'wanna get some ice cream? ”