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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒. — written and adored by kay . ivycovehq.
steve trevor ( dc comics . ) (interactions.) cherry valance ( the outsiders. ) (interactions.) tessa gray ( the infernal devices . ) (interactions.) dexter mayhew ( one day. ) (interactions.) matthias helvar ( soc. ) (interactions) todd anderson (dps.) (interactions.) sally owens ( practical magic. ) (interactions.) anakin skywalker ( star wars ) ( interactions. )
Where: Town Center @ivycovestarters
Depa had been editing a drawing on her tablet, the image of her young padawan. She tried to keep the image as neutral as she could, to best give her the chance of finding out any information on him. She tried to push down the freshest memory she had, the moment of pure fear in the face of a situation even she was ill-prepared for. "Excuse me." She flagged another down, "Do you think it would be foolish to post flyers around town If I was looking for someone?" She was used to sharing and workshopping her ideas with others. She didn't see the harm in trying it out still. "I had to draw an image because non of my personal effects from home made it here it seems."
"of course not, that might be the best way to find them." and it was – if anything, word of mouth was vital when it came to tracking anyone down. "would you like me to help you put them up?" tessa offered, extending her hands for a few posters to assist. "how long have they been missing?"
Laughing at the question, Ariel sticks a hand out so she can have the two sticks before kneeling down and placing them in a specific position in a piece of wood. "There's a certain science to it that should be done in order to get even the smallest of fires to appear." She explains and shakes her head. "It's said that people would cut down bark from the tree where there was no sap and it could hold the sticks in between as a sort of leverage whilst twisting them between your hands."
had a few nature docs here and there detailed this? sure. was dexter paying any attention to it during them? clearly not. as he held the sticks firmly, it took a matter of seconds for him to offer them over, holding them out in outstretched palms. " you seem to be an expert, i'll need a demonstration."
they may have only known for a few minutes, but neil had a strong feeling the poet before him was downplaying his own talent, as many artists did. " it's still really cool that you're published. you'll have to let me read some of your writing someday. " someday. given their current environment, their time together was fleeting, but it was exciting to think they might see each other again sometime. though, neil had never been that good at picking up on signals. " todd, huh ? " they asked immediately upon retrieving their phone, biting back a smile. " alright, todd. i look forward to seeing you again sometime. " it wasn't until he had started to walk away that neil thought to formally introduce himself. it was probably important that his newest friend know his name. " oh ! by the way, " he was only a few steps away and turned back around to face todd, " my name is neil. " with that, he turned on his heels once again and headed for a checkout kiosk.
he had turned to leave, though entirely hesitant on doing so. a longing glance, a tug at his heart in a way that had lain dormant for years. the surrealism of it all was overwhelming, but todd had completely shut it down to nothing more than a complete coincidence. how else to explain it? people looked like other people all the time, typically there should be at least five other people out in the world that could hold a resemble to neil perry. how lucky they were. his heel had nearly turned when the man approached him again, todd froze at the introduction. unable to squeak out a response before neil is leaving. todd was quiet, subdued, every bone in his body pleaded with him to maintain that belief of coincidences. any other time, perhaps he would have listened. instead todd hastened his pace, a bleering look of panic present as he raced towards the checkouts. "wait – wait, please wait." it sounded insane, todd knew this, but he blurted it regardless. " neil perry?"
"i, what?" sam said, with confusion and stopping in his tracks at the same robot. despite having memories of leading a full life in ivy cove, sam now still had issues getting used to some of the modern things. especially technology. "well of course i mean no harm. but how is that supposed to know that? it's just a robot," sam said, frowning. "wait, is it going to hurt me?" his tone shifted to more accusatory, taking a step back.
" he can hear you." anakin stated knowingly, a slight nod to the small robot now whirring about on wheels. "that depends on if he thinks you're an enemy." the robot was.. entirely harmless however, this was a lesson to be learnt and anakin was fully prepared to administer it. "approach him and explain that you mean no harm, it's very simple."
"i'll be right with you!" the witch exclaimed, the sounding of the bell alerting her that another customer had entered her botanical shop. her arms were full of planting pots, a little bit of soil spilling out onto the marble floors as she hurried to arrange them on one of the shelves. " restocking day, always hectic." sally states, exhaling briefly before she hops back behind the counter. " what can i get you? we have a sale on monsteras today, they've been a big hit." / @ivycovestarters
without thinking about it nina ran right to him before hugging him tightly. if she thought about it before hand , nina probably wouldnt have he was so mad at her before. but he also didnt run when she called out to him like she half expected. ' im sorry , im so sorry. ' the last real memory she had was called his name while she was bring arrested. they had ended up in that situation because of them , but she had truly didnt know what else to do because if she had left them take him to the palace he wouldnt have survived either.
his hardened expression now displayed confusion, furrowed brows forcing a wrinkle just above his nose. " sorry? why are you sorry ?" an extensive list, it could be, but matthias had forgiven all – how could he have made that any clearer? " nina." the hug is welcomed, large arms pulling themselves around her as he clutched her closer to him " what is wrong, röed fetla?"
He was breaking her heart in a way that she had not expected. "I wish we had more time." She laughed a little through her tears, finally being able to repeat the last words he'd ever spoken to her- until now. She never thought she'd get the chance to respond. Now was her chance, now, this moment that had come on so suddenly and certainly, the most unexpected occurrence that had ever happened to her. Gods, she was so lucky, and she knew it. "We have another chance now...." At least, she hoped. For all she knew she'd wake up from this dream at any moment, or whatever glitch in the universe that was allowing Steve to stand before her, a flesh and blood corporeal being, would suddenly right itself. That he'd vanish, dissipating into particles before her very eyes. However long they had, she wasn't about to squander it. And then he was kissing her. It felt like yesterday, and also lifetimes ago, that she'd felt that rush. That relief. That comfort. That excitement. And then she was laughing again. She couldn't contain her joy, not even a little bit. She was as giddy as a child. "Let's go back to my place." Diana took his hand firmly in hers, hoping she never had to let it go. "I can tell you everything you've missed."
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it had been the very same words steve had expressed to her, a final plea of his heart to explain his feelings. that more time, had they been given it, was all he had wished for. even in the brief time they had together, it had been infinitely better than any other moment in steve's life. he loved her, still loved her. his own expression would fail to hide any of that, it wore it loud and clear. with steve's embrace on her needing to release, a panicked flickering of his heart beats readied himself – as if his tether to her would break the moment he let go. a flood of relief instilled as she reached for his hand instead, the man taking it promptly. "spare me no details then." with an intertwining of fingers,m he had pulled both of their hands upwards, a kiss placed to the backside of diana's. it lingered, with steve choosing to slowly lower them as they returned to their sides.
the droid had faltered, spinning backwards on it's wheels as anakin worked on fusing a few more stray wirings together. things were different here, a bit more complicated due to lacking technology but he accepted the challenge well. a distress beeping had returned his attention to the small robot, who had detected another being joining them. " i wouldn't step too close if i were you, he's not completely programmed yet" the man stated, the droid was harmless or so believed. "explain you mean no harm to him." / @ivycovestarters
admittedly, dexter was not an outdoorsman. his survival would hardly last a few days should he be completely enduring all elements, – even a tent was a bit much. but alas, he was a good sport – and even if a work camping trip wasn't ideal, he did look proper dashing in camouflage. " so i'm supposed to rub these together and it'll make a fire?" the man mused, holding up two rough sticks, each covered in bark and already leaving dirt-scuffs on his palms. " are you sure about that?" /@ivycovestarters
" can't blame me for trying , " five pointed out with a quick shrug. if she would've even blinked for half a second , she probably would've missed the subtle smile that formed on his features. contrary to popular belief , he wasn't heartless , just — rough around the edges. " i'll figure out a way eventually , don't worry. " it was more so teasing than anything else and five actually welcomed the change of pace their friendship offered. he wasn't particularly known for being social or all that nice , he was aware , but he still had his moments , he supposed. " black coffee is a classic , you know ? but if you want to go through life missing out , that's on you. "
cherry hummed in intrigue, clearly pondering an alternative they may be completely worth a painful chug of some bitter black coffee. even with promises of scones, nothing seemed to take away the imaginative taste that cherry could already wince at. " i have an idea." a dangerous, dangerous thing for her to utter. "i know what will make me drink an entire cup of coffee, without even a hint of cream." her smile is bright, all imposing. "you have to share a dance with me, the next time we're out. that's my trade. you owe me a dance."
" you're a writer ! " neil exclaimed, though he meant it as a question. " that's amazing. what do you like to write ? i recently checked out a book from the library that's sort of inspired me to dabble in poetry. " it was an easy way to draw the direction of their conversation away from the dead friend, but it was also an excuse to find a new writing friend. he didn't have very many of them, and something about this guy felt . . . different. " i honestly wasn't expecting to get this far, " neil admitted, a slight blush creeping upon their cheeks. " but cool. just give me your number, and i'll let you know the next time we meet. " smooth. he handed his phone to the other, mindlessly chewing on his lower lip as he awaited a response.
"it's really nothing special." todd insisted, never one to completely sell himself with success. not that attempts had ever really been made, he was content with the sales that had been made, it had never been something for fame. it was an outlet. one that he had spent years finally allowing residence of. "a few poems here and there, the first one did quote well so i submitted the second a year after." his eyes have finally, out of desperate pleas, averted from staring directly at the painfully identical clone before him. he had taken the phone, plugging in his number with a contact name todd anderson (library) and returned it. praying to any god above that his shaking hands were not as noticeable as todd found them to be. "don't hesitate to call, i never have anything really going on."
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.｡.:*☆ “Didn’t people tell you that it is rude to stare?”
Maybe going to this bar had been a bad idea. Even more without her friends. Friends from ehr fake liofe, but still.... Given this all, El was starting to feel uncomfortable pretty quickly. And the idea that people were looking at her for whatever reason didn’t made it any better either. She was an adult now on paper, sure. But, El was not feeling like it. She was feeling alone and helpless and furstrated because of it and... just wished these days her friends would be here. Her real friends, from Hawkins. The only people she was actually willing to trust. It would make things easier, for sure...
“I mean, do I have something in my face, or…?”
"something on your face? no, of course not." tessa replied, her eyebrows lowered in a glance of confusion. eyes inspecting the bar patron's face once more. still nothing. in fact, tessa was surprised to have even been able to heard the other as another wave of ruckus tears through the bar. " i should have known better than to be here during a sports game."
Location: Bob's Diner Status: OPEN ( @ivycovestarters )
Upon getting her usual vanilla milkshake with Oreo crumbles (extra, extra) and topped with chocolate sauce, Lydia turned towards the tables to find that they were all occupied. Sighing, an eye roll appeared as she realized she had to actually socialize.
Walking over to an empty seat, she plopped down. “Please tell me you have a zombie apocalypse plan…”
he had been scrolling through his phone, a few online purchases in his cart and a french fry dangling from his lips. he had stopped in for lunch, using his lunch break to do some last-minute shopping. a corner booth, at the farthest side of the diner. his expectation was that a waiter had rejoined him, looking to offer a refill of his soda, when a woman instead joined the other side of the booth. " a zombie apocalypse?" oh, boy. "i think you've been watching too many of those conspiracy idiots."
Location: The middle of town Status: OPEN ( @ivycovestarters )
Usually, the blonde would push right through. But, after dealing with a crowd of people and attending various conferences throughout the day, she did not have the will to physically inflict anything. That was, purposely. It truly was accidental when she stepped on the back of the individual’s shoe, her eyes engulfed on the screen of her phone. Heather didn’t even waste the energy to look up at the person whose day she probably just ruined. Instead, she growled with a roll of her eyes, “Can you watch where you’re going? Some of us actually have places to be.” Her tone nothing more than thorns.
he had paused along the sidewalk, entranced by the group of buskers playing some jazzy tune along the hustle and bustle of the end of day street traffic. todd had struggled to find his wallet, looking for some bills that he could place into the saxophone case when he was bumped from the curb. a quick regaining of his foot, a few dollars catching wind as they danced out of reach. a hasty fistful dumped into the case, spinning on his heel in confusion. " i'm sorry – i didn't think was that far onto the sidewalk."
alright , that made more sense. " you have a skincare shop or something ? i didn't think you would've scoured for ingredients yourselves , but — " learn something new every day , he supposed. " i guess that's pretty cool. " sketchbook forgotten for the time - being , luke focused on the conversation at hand. it had been unexpected , but he wasn't opposed to some small talk every now and again. he might not have liked being around a lot of people , but he could handle this. it was nice and calming. " i come here often too. i mean , i come to the park often. the view of the beach is just an added bonus , but i don't come here all that often. "
her overalls were sand-coated, with a few areas on her knees completely soaked from her inability to avoid the incoming tide. in any other occasion, sally would have dismissed her conversation completely, returning to her current endeavour. instead, she stood – a bit embarrassed that she had run into anyone, most importantly, a handsome man simply out here sketching. gillian would handle this better - surely. she always knew what to say. " i have a botanical shop. herbs and hexes. i've been using the seaweed here for a few months. – the sea glass makes for lovely art too." she had rummaged through her pockets, producing a dull stone-looking item, blue sea glass. " usually i find green, but this blue looks lovely. doesn't it?" sally offers it out in her hand, chewing on her bottom lip.
" four sips ? you drive a hard bargain , but i guess i'll need to come up with something better by the time we get there , " five shrugged , inching towards the door already. the smallest hint of amusement fled across his features and left as soon as it came — able to be missed within the blink of an eye. it was basically his unspoken mission at this point to turn cherry onto black coffee , but it deemed more difficult than he'd intended. " what will scones and donuts result in ? "
often, cherry wondered why he continued to contribute to their friendship. it was entirely clear that they were not alike – oil and water, at times. but.. she enjoyed their time together, enjoyed spending hours trying to force him to display even a hint of a smile. it had become a hobby now, and one that the redhead took seriously. "bold of you to think some donuts and scones could possibly be enough to make me drink a cup of entirely black coffee. you should know be better by now." the woman scoffed, her ponytail swaying dramatically. " do better."
