Casey

[caseydundrich1]

is that ELLIOT FLETCHER? oh, no, that’s CASEY DUNDRICH, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old CHILDREN'S NOVELIST who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in QUILPUE, and the character they identify with most is WILL BYERS FROM STRANGER THINGS. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! (MAD, 27, THEY/THEM, PST)

Name: Casey Dundrich Nickname: Case Age: 27 Faceclaim: Elliot Fletcher Height: 5'7 Build: Slim Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Education Level: College graduate with a degree in creative writing Occupation: Children's Novelist/Illustrator Vices: Alcohol, Cannabis, Gum Favorite Color: Blue & Green Favorite Halloween Candy: Kitkats

Quick Facts

Growing up an only child who didn't make friends easily, Casey quickly became drawn to the written word. An avid reader at a very young age it didn't take long for Casey to soon become interested in writing and jotting down the stories that his overactive imagination came up with. From the start Casey was destined to be a writer. He entered many young authors competitions and while he never won his second place and third place finishes were enough to continue fueling his passion. Along with writing Casey spent a lot of time drawing using that as a medium to get his ideas across when words failed him.

Casey went to college in New York for creative writing where he was absolutely ripped to shreds by his professors. There was always a child-like quality to his writing that was frowned upon by the courses he took. Distraught by the criticism Casey almost gave up on his dream but still finished out his degree even though it wound up with him taking his extensive knowledge of literature and working in a bookstore in NYC.

At the age of twenty-five Casey finally got the idea for a story about two brothers with a magical stone that transports them to distant lands (think of something along the lines of The Magic Tree House series). He pitched the story to some publishers and it became an instant hit amongst young readers which earned Casey a multi book deal.

Eventually Casey got fed up with the hustle and bustle of New York City. He knew he didn't want to return to Milwaukee where he grew up so he found himself in need of a new home. He always had a desire to travel and now that his book series is taking off he's no longer tied to any location to work. Casey decided on Chile for now but it's like they won't stay in the country for long. Right now they just project living there while he works on his current book.

He is currently working on the third book in the series and has hit a major bout of writer's block. He still has more to say in regards to the series he just doesn't have the words for it and deadlines are swiftly approaching.

When he isn't reading, writing, or drawing Casey is usually playing video games. He's a big fan of RPGs and fantasy games and still is an avid World of Warcraft player in 2024 (you should really see his mount collection).

Casey has never been in a serious relationship (though he desperately wants to be in one). He's had a few flings over the years but people tended to disappoint him or not be interested in taking things to the next level.

He's much more of an introvert than an extrovert. Making friends has never come easy to him but he's tried to put himself out there more after moving to Chile.

Casey is a DM for D&D and has been looking to start up a new campaign since moving to Chile. He goes quite over the top with his storytelling and hangs around the local game shop in search of new players (potential wanted connection!).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Friends

Crush

Fellow coffee shop regulars

Love interest

D&D campaign members

Gaming friends

[pcrdidcs]

"oh, a coffee would be great," she exclaims. "can i get extra sugar with that? maybe we should talk about lunch and/or dinner plans. we might be here a while . . . " their deadline is still two months out. she had closed off the submissions already and gave herself a two months timeline to whittle through everything, design it, and then sendit off to publishing. she might be jumping the gun a bit with how she wants everything completed by the end of the week ( she would love nothing more than to finish everything by the end of the night, but she's self aware enough to know that maybe that wasn't the best thing to go for, especially if she was asking for help from a friend ). "sometimes having nothing new to report isn't bad!" she remarks. "a little boring for some, a little peace and quiet for others. maybe this fanzine project can be your something new." hiyori smiles encouragingly. "thanks again for helping! i think having an unbiased eye would be super beneficial. you haven't seen anything of the atla series? do you know what it's about?"

[caseydundrich1]

“You got it,” Casey said committing the order to his short term memory. “Let’s just start with coffee for now,” he said. While he wanted to help out he wasn’t sure he was willing to sacrifice his whole day to the project yet. Roman wasn’t built in a day and neither was a fanzine. “No problem, I’ve been needing a change of pace creatively,” he said. Casey was nice but he would never commit to something he didn’t want to help out with. “I know the gist. I’ve seen an episode or two when it was on Nick but my parents really limited my screen time as a kid,” he confessed. It had been such a shock when his parents got him a computer in middle school and he had unadulterated access to the internet from that point forward completely going back on their previous parenting technique. “I’ll be right back,” Casey said as he got up from his seat to go up and order Hiyori her coffee.

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status / closed , ( @caseydundrich ) location / casey's place !

               dixie   often   came   up   with   her   best   ideas   running   on   impulse.   what   started   out   as   an   attempt   to   just   pop   in   to   casa   dragones   (   she   was   looking   to   get   a   '   just   because   '   fnaf   pop   for   leia   ),   ended   up   becoming   a   shopping   spree.   one   look   at   the   customizable   dnd   figures   and   dixie   couldn't   stop   herself   from   practically   clearing   out   the   shelf.   ever   since   she'd   found   out   about   their   open   campaigns   and   found   casey,   she'd   quickly   resorted   to   a   childlike   state.   suddenly,   she   was   thirteen   again   begging   her   brothers   to   let   her   sit   in   on   their   games   or   play   a   very   small   part   of   the   huge   world   they   were   creating.   as   a   thirty-five   year   old   who   no   longer   spoke   to   her   family,   the   campaigns   casey   ran   quickly   became   a   quiet   way   for   her   to   reconnect   with   the   home   she   felt   she   could   no   longer   go   back   to.   it   was   no   wonder   that   any   opportunity   she   had,   she'd   fall   back   into   the   safe   haven   of   imaginary   creation.   a   stop   at   a   craft   store   later   and   she   was   knocking   on   casey's   door   with   figurines   that   needed   painting.   "   do   you   happen   to   know   what   we're   doing   for   the   next   campaign   ?   "   dixie   gave   him   no   time   to   respond   as   she   brushed   past   him   and   into   his   apartment.   "   i   got   paints   of   all   colors   so   we   should   be   fine   regardless,   but   i   definitely   did   not   buy   a   hot   glue   gun   for   all   this   moss   i   bought.   damn   !   i   knew   i   was   forgetting   something,   we   should   be   fine   right   ?   "

[caseydundrich1]

Casey wasn’t a particularly tidy person so he was spending the last hour speed cleaning his one bedroom apartment which consisted of mainly moving all his piles of junk into his bedroom he could close the door on. There were still dirty dishes in the sink that needed to be dealt with but Dixie was already knocking at his door. He let her in and quickly carded a hand up through his hair as he was forced to think on the fly. “I haven’t started planning it,” he confessed. While it was often easier for him to come up with a campaign than work on his novel it still required brainpower Casey didn’t have right now. He spent most days vegging out on his computer playing WOW and getting nothing done. “What’d you pick up?” Casey asked instantly curious as to what she brought. "I've got a hot glue gun but I think we should go without the moss. It never stays on no matter what you use," he stated. He'd decorated his fair share of miniatures and if it wasn't painted on it never stayed on.

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relief should have been the feeling that rushed through amara's veins at the go-ahead he gave, and while she was thankful to at least have a spot to sit and drink her latte , she now had to deal with the act of following through; and try not to feel like she was encroaching on his space at the same time. realistically she knew one singular person didn't need a table that could seat four, one body, one seat; unless they were the type to put their feet across onto the other chair... her nose crinkled at the thought. regardless, if there had been other options, if she had taken her coffee to go - there was no way she would have approached the stranger. yet there was still this nagging feeling that she was being bothersome. still, she offered him a small smile, waving off the offer to move his things before she sat ( albeit a little stiffly ) in an unoccupied seat, one hand cupping her mug while the other tucked long curls behind an ear. " thank you. i didn't expect it to be so... busy. poor planning on my part. "

[caseydundrich1]

"Yeah, I always try to get here early. It's the only way to guarantee a table," he commented. Really Casey was part of the problem by scouting out a table as soon as they opened and occupying it all day. There were lots of people in the coffee shop right now camped out on computers keeping the casual coffee sippers from having anywhere to sit. Even if he was the problem though he wasn't going to make any changes. Casey went back to typing on his computer before momentarily looking back up at her. "You sure you don't want me to move anything?" He repeated. She seemed to stiff and uncomfortable that he wanted to make sure he wasn't the cause of her discomfort.

[driftwccds]

closed  starter  for  CASEY  (  @caseydundrich  ) location  :  casablanca  blooms  &  coffee

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── "  earth  to  casey  ?  "  rohan  ducks  his  head  slightly,  waving  his  hand  in  the  air  as  if  to  get  the  attention  of  the  other  man.  unfortunately  with  the  weather  starting  to  get  colder,  rohan  was  running  out  of  options  of  places  to  work  where  his  fingers  wouldn't  go  numb.  normally,  his  first  choice  was  the  boat,  and  then  his  second  his  room──  but  every  once  and  a  while  staring  at  a  computer  screen  in  the  cramped  gets  to  be  too  much.  he's  not  the  biggest  fan  of  coffee  shops  and  their  crowded  tables,  where  he  often  has  to  ask  strangers  whether  or  not  he  can  use  this  chair  or  that  spot,  so  it's  a  relief  to  spot  casey  among  the  other  unfamiliar  faces.  at  least  he  knows  any  conversation  will  be  along  the  lines  of  '  normal  '  or at the very least managable ;  nothing  to  do  with  domesticated  raccoons  or  his  love  life  (  or  lack  thereof  ).  shifting  his  weight  between  his  feet,  rohan  points  to  the  empty  chair  across  from  him.  "  sorry to bother you. are  you  waiting  for  someone  ?  is  this  seat  taken  ? every other seat is. . . just about.  " 

[caseydundrich1]

Casey had come to the coffee shop to work. His daily need for copious amounts of caffeine was the reason he decided to venture out in the world instead of staying at home to do his work which he was just as capable of doing there. However upon entering and securing coffee and a table for himself he hadn’t actually done any work yet. Instead he found himself on Wowhead looking at the latest nerfs Blizzard had made to the game while simultaneously fucking around on Reddit. Hearing his name called caught him off guard and he instinctively shut his laptop not that he was up to anything bad it was just a force of habit from the days he used to write fanfiction out in the wild. “Oh hey,” he greeted Rohan warmly once he realized who was calling to him. “Oh yeah, totally take it,” Casey insisted. “That’s actually great I was just about to get another coffee and you can watch my laptop if you don’t mind.”

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               reading   and   writing   of   any   kind   usually   was   enough   to   put   charlie   in   a   good   mood.   he   hadn't   realized   the   passage   of   time   or   how   the   room   had   gotten   slightly   darker   on   account   of   the   sun   setting   because   he'd   been   so   stuck   in   the   book   he   was   reading   everything   else   faded   away.   it   wasn't   until   casey   pointed   out   the   potential   of   the   group   being   cancelled   for   the   day   that   he'd   even   realized   how   much   time   had   actually   passed.   "   not   a   fan   of   sharing   your   work   or   do   we   hate   the   compliment   sandwich   politics   ?   "   charlie   chuckled   as   he   moved   back   over   to   his   back,   placing   his   book   back   inside   and   tucking   his   pen   into   the   front   pocket   of   his   button   down.   "   i   gotta   admit,   i   struggle   to   find   the   nice   things   to   say   too   sometimes.   feels   like   a   waste   of   time,   like   we're   giving   out   participation   trophies   for   something   no   one   asked   us   to   participate   in.   "

[caseydundrich1]

“The latter, definitely,” Casey responded. He had always loved to share his work. There were few things that Casey has written that he hasn’t at least put out on the internet in some capacity to be shared. He really only struggled when it came to having to read other people’s works. More often than not the writing groups that had been accessible to Casey were usually overrun by straight white women whose stories were seldom of any interest to him and vapid in nature. “I just feel like these things are hardly a place for constructive criticism and I don’t really see the point in it if all you’re looking to do is share your work.” While Casey took the criticism of random people with a grain of salt it was still worth hearing. If he just wanted praise he would put his writing in the hands of the audience. “I’ll be honest I only came here because I made a promise to someone,” he admitted. His editor had thought it would be a good idea to hold Casey accountable to do some writing.

[hereforevr]

⸺ location arin's apartment ( @caseydundrich )

he's got his entire table covered in computer parts, told casey come over to give him the overview and double check everything he wants before he actually puts it all together. he does it with everyone he builds a computer for. even though usually, people's eyes glaze over as soon he says the words 'solid state drive' and they stop listening. before casey can get close enough to actually see anything up close, arin stops him in his tracks, giving him a stern look before nodding toward his kitchen table. "don't touch anything. any static electricity could fry half this shit, and if that happens i'm charging you for the new part, plus twenty percent for not listening to me and making me go out for a new one." is that standard business practice? probably not. but he's no businessman, and the threat works well enough that he's never actually done it. so it's fine. "understand?"

[caseydundrich1]

Casey was growing tired of cooking his Macbook each time he logged in to do his dailies on WOW. If he didn't wear headphones he'd barely be able to hear the game over the whizzing of his computer's fans ten minutes into playing. Casey was no computer expert but he knew what he was putting his computer through was taking years off its life and Casey still needed it for work. No, it finally came time that Casey invested in a proper gaming setup again like he had back home. Finding out that Arin put together PCs was God sent really. It saved Casey all the headaches of not only finding parts but putting them together and that was well worth Arin's premiums. It was a slow process so far but he was eager to see the process. "I won't touch anything, scout's honor," he promised. The last thing he wanted to do was cost himself any more than he had to. Casey did well enough as a writer to support himself but even still this all was a splurge. "So I take it the graphics cards finally came in?" Casey asked.

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»  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ― open ― @valpostart

»  𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ― casablanca blooms & coffee

“ is this seat taken? “ a timid voice to match the expression as amara’s gaze flicked nervously around the rather full coffee shop. she would have to make a note of it in her calendar to not try and sit in for coffee on friday mornings, or just arrive earlier so she wasn’t left standing there looking for an empty seat amongst the tables of people and plants. perhaps if she backed up she could blend into the flowers lining the walls, become a tried and true wallflower, though the person whose morning she had just interrupted might think her rather odd if she started silently creeping away, odder than they probably already thought she was. her grip tightened on the lilac ceramic mug clutched between her hands like a safety net, forcing her mouth to curve upwards so her expression was more pleasant than scared. “ i promise i won’t be a bother. “

[caseydundrich1]

Theoretically Casey could work from anywhere at any time but he really did his best work when he was out of his house. He frequented many coffee shops around the area and found himself in Casablanca Blooms & Coffee this particularly productive morning. He was there by himself but got there early enough to secure a four person table for himself. Today he was working on transferring what he'd been writing down in his journal onto his computer so he would actually have something he could send to his editors. He also found it easy enough to edit as he transcribed his own work into something more legible. His stuff was sprawled across the table along with the coffee and pastry he'd ordered. He was in the middle of rewording a sentence when he was pulled away from his computer screen by a small voice. "Oh no, go ahead," Casey said. "I can move some stuff if you need," he added though he didn't make any sudden efforts to move his stuff.

[franceskray]

ELLIOT FLETCHER as SAM JORDAN in Y: THE LAST MAN (2021)

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  briar's  partial  to  summers;  the  flowers  blooming  everywhere,  the  sun  on  their  face  while  they  skate  around  town  —  it's  all  quite  blissful  for  him,  really.  what  he  did  appreciate  about  fall,  though,  was  the  fact  that  they  could  wear  whatever  they  wanted  and  not  worry  about  being  too  hot.  flannels,  long  hair,  and  baggy  pants  don't  really  agree  with  the  sun;  should've  figured  that  out  by  living  in  la.  they're  texting  while  they  skate  (  not  advisable,  do  not  try  at  home  ),  hearting  casey's  message  as  they  swerve  towards  the  fountain.  whether  or  not  briar  nearly  hits  a  kid  on  the  way  is  between  him  and  god,  throwing  up  a  peace  sign  as  they  come  to  a  stop  in  front  of  casey,  "  '  sup  —  "  brown  eyes  land  on  the  cans  of  pap  immediately  and  briar  grins,  already  bringing  his  bag  down  to  set  next  to  casey  (  a  very  easy  way  to  exchange  ...  goods  without  being  noticed  ).  his  face  splits  into  a  grin,  "  oh,  dude,  i  fuckin'  love  you.  been  craving  this  shit  —  in  the  bag,  by  the  way,  your  usual.  "

[caseydundrich1]

Casey felt like he was back in high school having a dealer again. He'd really been spoiled by the dispensaries back in the U.S. where he could just walk in and pick out whatever he wanted under the sun it was really quite glorious for someone who lacked pretty much all social game it was really a blessing that he'd found Briar when he did. "You're a lifesaver," Casey began as he made quick work opening up Briar's bag to grab his weed, he left a wad of cash in its place before quickly transferring the goods to his own bag. He'd bought from Briar plenty of times now that he'd be pretty surprised if he started scamming him now. "I rolled my last joint this morning," he added further proving the point that he was absolutely out. "You don't happen to have any extra joints I could buy off you, do you?" Casey asked thinking about his trek back home. He only ever bought flower from Briar. Casey was a decent roller when he needed to be but more often than not Casey was just using his bong out on his balcony more often than not to get his fix. "Oh also I got you can of Pap," he added before he could forget as he handed the can of soda off to Briar.

[citrine444]

noah scanned the line ahead with a pout. whatever dj was playing tonight was whack and the bass certainly wasn't loud enough to drown out his thoughts like he needed it to. noah had come to the club as a temporary reprieve from all of the responsibilities he had this week. yes, it can be very exhausting filming back-to-back twitch streams. though noah loved to entertain, he longed for those moments where he could just let loose. he needed to be in an environment that enabled chaos. the bass grew louder as noah inched towards the front of the line, pausing to interact with a few coworkers who had stopped to greet him. when he turned to say his goodbyes, he nearly collided with a passing stranger. "my bad -" noah began, his words tapered off as he came to recognize the man standing beside him. though his lips settled into a grin, confusion clouded his expression. "casey?" there was relief in seeing casey again, reassurance that he was at least doing okay. but the relief was accompanied by a sense of awkwardness. casey had never texted noah after their last encounter, leaving noah unsure of where they stood. he had tried to compose a few texts himself, wanting to check if everything was alright between them, but each time he attempted to string words together, they just felt wrong. he even considered sending casey an instagram reel just to break the ice. perhaps it was the fear of making things more awkward, or maybe he thought casey needed space to figure things out. either way, noah decided he needed to respect casey's silence, giving him the room he seemed to need. but now the sight of casey caught him off guard. he hadn't anticipated seeing him again, let alone at Catch of all places. “what are you doing here? did you get lost?” he asked with a laugh.

[caseydundrich1]

Casey was well aware conversation was a two way street. Noah was just as capable and responsible as him to reach out and he hadn't. Unfortunately, for Casey, that sort of disrespect was nothing new and he anticipated silence to follow. He wasn't sure what exactly was his problem and why he was never good enough for more than just a "good time". For someone who only knew hookup culture he really hated just hooking up but again what was Casey to do? He was no prude and at the end of the day sharing the night with someone was still better than the nothingness that his love life amounted to.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him once Noah had called him out. He was just glad the venue was dark and Noah couldn't see his cheeks getting flushed. Even though it was a simple question Casey had no idea how to answer. He knew he couldn't tell the truth and say he'd come out in an attempt to run into Noah, admitting that would only make Casey sound like a freak and the last thing he wanted was to get on Noah's bad side if he wasn't already. What was Casey doing there? He didn't even really like club music let alone the over stimulating environment that was a big underground party. Casey was a fish out of water and it showed which only further made him feel embarrassed. "Not this time, I got dragged out by some friends," he lied as he waved back behind himself towards this fictional group of people Casey was talking about. "Are you on tonight? I thought I saw online that you were doing a set." Casey asked as he shifted his weight from one foot over to the other.

[disease]

FLOYD D. DUCK of BUBBLE YUM [1990s]

[pcrdidcs]

( closed ! ) starter -> @caseydundrich location: casablanca blooms & coffee

"my god . . . ! " hiyori exclaims as she drops down the stack of folders and files that she's painstakingly printed out. most people may dread going through all of these submissions, but hiyori was voted most likely to read a dictionary for fun in her high school class ( which was rude and false, but the analogy made sense for illiterate fools who didn't know the beauty and power of fanfiction ). this is her third time doing a fanzine, but her first time running it. the first time she submitted something to a zutara fanzine; the second time she submitted to a large naruto fanzine and assisted here and there with the people running it; this time, she was approached by someone who had ran the naruto fanzine who had been trying to run an avatar the last airbender fanzine but unfortunately didn't have the time after committing and advertising it. impressed with her help in the naruto fanzine the year prior, they had reached out to her to see if she'd be willing to take over; she was ecstatic, of course, but with the big name bowing out and leaving it to her, the rest of the mods left, too, so she had no choice but to reach out to her friend and esteemed colleague, crimsondragon96, to help her tackle this beast of a project. "so ! this is all that got sent. i think we received over 300 submissions," she muses. "gotta be the live action breathing life back into the fandom, both a blessing and a curse." she separates the stack into four pre-organized piles ( she hasn't slept yet ). "so, i've already separated everything out after printing it. this here is the art; this one is fanfics; this one's poems; and this last one is potential cover arts. we definitely do not have the funds to include everyone, so we really gotta whittle it down . . . to like 30. i can push it to 50—maybe. maybe 60 if we can, like design the pages right and find a decently cheap publisher . . . and, i mean, i can take my submission out so someone else can take my place to make it fairer to the public . . ." she's starting to blabber and think aloud, and that's when she realized that she has neither greeted her friend nor asked how he's been. she looks back up, leans forward, and says, "oops. how've you been, crim? i hope i haven't pulled you away from your next big seller or your next big love story for a silly little atla fanzine. unless you need a big distraction, then you're welcome that i did!"

[caseydundrich1]

Ever since Casey signed his book deal he rarely did anything creative just for fun. Writing and illustrating had always been his hobby for as long as he can remember and it was a blessing and curse now that he did what he loved for a living. That was why he agreed to help out Hiyori with the fanzine they took on. He considered himself to be a casual ATLA fan and he hoped that would be an asset to the project. He would be able to judge the work on its uniqueness and quality without worrying too much about his own biases towards the franchise. Still he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d gotten himself into as Hiyori approached with armfuls of papers. “Jeez does your printer have any ink left?” Casey questioned as he moved his coffee aside so they had room to lay everything out.

Casey picked up one of the folders and mindlessly thumbed through it not looking at anything in particular as he did so. He wasn't really aware of the full magnitude this project was going to be when he'd been presented with it. Good thing Casey was most productive when he was avoiding something else and he was still putting off writing his current book as often as possible. He was really only half listening to what she was saying. She was jumping the gun and Casey was going to let her settle before he added to the conversation. "I've been alright. Nothing new to report," he confessed. His personal life was about as uneventful as his work life right now. "I can always use a distraction. Can I buy you a coffee? I'm sorry I didn't wait," he said. There hadn't been many empty tables when he got there and didn't want to hold one down if he hadn't bought anything yet.

[scmantic]

"Uhhh, I think it applies to used too?" Omar shrugged, "Well, Birdie's not here. So, yeah, I'm in charge right now. Used and new. Go crazy." He decided with a nod. It helped that he liked Casey, if it had been a complete stranger he may have been a dick for no reason and decided to not include used, "What are ya reading?" He normally wouldn't ask, but he was trying harder to make his friendships more meaningful. "Anything good? Something to get an advantage over me in D&D?" Most people had an advantage over him in Dungeons and Dragons, to be fair.

[caseydundrich1]

Casey smiled at his answer. "Sick," he said. Now he was really going to check out the comics now that he could get an even better deal on the used ones. He almost always bought second hand whenever he could. "Comics wise? Nothing right now," he admitted. "I was wanting to reread Watchmen once I can get my hands on all twelve again, though," he explained. Of course he had the whole series sitting in his room back at his parents place in Milwaukee but that did him no good here. "You can't really have an advantage over someone when you're working as a team," he corrected lightly. Even though he wasn't DMing the campaign he was in with Omar he couldn't help but be helpful when he could. "Wizards of the Coast actually makes D&D comics though if you're interested. Some of the stories are alright but I haven't read 'em all," he informed Omar. He was sure the shop had a couple of issues.

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               charlie   didn't   think   himself   to   be   a   sensitive   person.   at   least,   not   when   it   came   to   his   poetry.   he'd   spent   years   of   his   life   swearing   that   he   would   never   become   a   poet;   that   his   writing   would   forever   be   a   dream   never   reality   so   he   didn't   collaborate   with   others.   there   was   no   workshop   courses,   or   classes.   he   didn't   even   share   his   work   with   his   closest   friends.   only   drew   had   ever   heard   his   work   inside   new   york.   now   that   it   wasn't   a   crackship   dream,   charlie   knew   there   was   a   lot   he   needed   catching   up   on.   there   were   techniques   he   didn't   know,   new   genres   popping   up   every   day.   he   constantly   felt   like   he   was   behind.   he   hoped   the   writing   group   would   put   him   on   the   path   to   do   so.   when   he   hears   the   voice   from   the   other   side   of   the   room   he   glanced   up   from   the   book   in   his   lap.   "   hm   ?   "   a   delayed   response   in   his   brain,   his   head   still   stuck   unscrambling   the   meaning   from   the   page.   "   oh   !   yeah,   yes.   i'm   fairly   certain   this   is   it,   though   ⸻   "   he   looked   around   with   a   chuckle.   "   ⸻   i'm   hoping   we   got   the   date   wrong,   i'm   charlie   by   the   way.   "   he   greeted   with   an   extension   of   his   hand.

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Casey pulled out his phone to check the time and date. It was actually later than Casey thought so the fact that the room was empty really wasn't a good sign or it wouldn't have been if Casey had really been enthused about coming in the first place. The fact that the meeting was seemingly canceled was a blessing in disguise. He'd come to the meeting to act as an observer to the process and see if it was even for him. "Casey," he introduced himself as he put his phone away to shake his hand. "I'll admit I wouldn't be disappointed if this ended up being canceled," he confessed. Casey wasn't sure how long this guy had been waiting around for people to show up but Casey knew he wasn't going to stick around much longer if it ended up being a bust. If he left soon he'd still have time to make it to the coffee shop and do a few hours of writing there.

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               "   za...⸻   what   ?   "   it   was   muttered   mostly   to   herself;   a   small   voice   not   meant   for   him   to   hear   as   imani   wasn't   sure   she'd   understand   the   second   time   anyway.   for   all   of   her   own   made   up   words,   intergalactic   foolishness,   and   pretend   science   for   the   comics   she   worked   on   there   was   still   plenty   in   the   nerd   world   that   she   too   had   a   hard   time   getting   a   grasp   on.   "   regardless,   it's   not   like   you're   going   to   publish   it.   it's   just   for   inspiration !   "   she   retorted.   imani   moved   to   place   him   on   the   side   where   her   cochlear   was   to   hear   him   better.   "   yes,   but   you're   blocked   for   that   story   right   now   so   wouldn't   branching   out   and   doing   something   nonsensical   potentially   help   you   land   on   something   you   do   want   to   use   for   your   book   ?   or   have   you   made   any   headway   ?   ”

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"Zathura," Casey repeated. "It's literally outer space Jumanji, they made it into a movie too it had Josh Hutcherson and Kristen Stewart in it when they were still child actors," he'd explained. Casey remembered seeing the film in theaters as a kid and having developed one of his first crushes on Josh Hutcherson. She did have a point though there was some merit in trying to write something different. "I'm always making headway... kinda," Casey answered. It was his default answer. Even though he felt like he was getting nowhere with his story directly he was almost constantly working on something that applied to the bigger universe he was crafting. He might not introduce a certain goblin tribe until his fourth or fifth book but that didn't mean he didn't still want to sketch them. "I've got almost all the story thought up in my head I just need to get it down on paper and condense it into 90 pages or so," he explained. Writing such short novels came with their own set of challenges.

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Closed starter for Briar Sutton ( @bvlladonnas ) Location: El Jardín

Casey rolled his last joint that morning and smoked it on his way to El Jardín where he was fortunately finally meeting up with Briar again. He'd been a daily weed user since his college years and while he'd taken breaks here and there now wasn't one of those times. Casey usually bought enough to last him a while so he made sure to get cash out as well as buy a couple of cans of Pap to give to Briar.

It wasn't a long walk from his place to the garden and even though it was fall and not much was in bloom there was still plenty of evergreen foliage to enough. Casey found himself at the water fountain and shot Briar a quick text where he was before taking a seat on one of the benches while he waited. He stayed on his phone scrolling through instagram completely consumed in the stories he was watching. He only looked up when he heard their skateboard approaching. Casey tucked his phone away and stood up and quickly gestured Briar over.