𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡.

[kilmerstarters]

make sure to tag @kilmerstarters in your opens !

[scpsis]

OPEN STARTER · @kilmerstarters location · a bar, some place downtown

" WAIT — say that again ! " in a moment, jake had practically dove into the other's lap. up until now, they'd been doing very little to hide how seriously obvious their eavesdropping was. but leaping into a stranger's — as all kilmerites still were to her : beautiful, bewitching strangers — booth was a whole new level of conducting research. " the last part. say it again. that line was golden. "

[scpsis]

OPEN STARTER · @kilmerstarters location · the docks

" you see that shape out there on the horizon ? " it was a rock — a monolith some odd few hundred feet out, peeking up out of the water. the head of a giant, oceanic beast keeping watch over the shore. a protector of atlantis. " was out here on my boat one time, a little past three in the morning, and i swear to you it had two glowing red eyes ... " judge paused for affect, corner of his mouth curling up in a wily smirk, before turning his attention back to the dock cleat he'd fixed his beloved boat up to the night before. " will you hand me that wrench over there ? this bolt's coming loose. " as if he never said anything about the rock at all.

[toxinivy]

open to: anyone (if nothing is settled beforehand, you could also just assume connections) where: the docks

it was utterly irritating, everything was. from the screeching of the seagulls to the mumbled conversations scattered around him. it was safe to say that spencer was out of his comfortzone && he made sure that it was visible to just anyone walking by, clear as day && unspeakably plain. "man, that's just..", his gaze shifted from where his hands tried to force his notebook down the half opened flap of his bag to the yacht straight ahead. annoyance seeped from every fibre of his being at how much the object clutched in his palm fought against his efforts. the sight of the pompous boats, don't tell any of the owners he called them that, didn't do any better to his current state. "can this day get any worse", and spencer knew the second it left his mouth, he would regret it.

@kilmerstarters

[sepulchrals-deactivated20250101]

THE TOWN MARKET ft. manon — OPEN ! CAPPING AT 5 REPLIES ( 0 / 5 ) .

fingers  skimmed  every  object,  the  intentional  move  to  feel  the  weight  of  every  trinket  atop  their  palm  —  touch  :  it  was  how  they  decided  to  move  through  the  world,  omitting  most  sound  in  favor  of  the  grounding  feeling  of  something  more  tactile.  the  myriad  of  choice  seemed  to  stump  them,  surely  walking  into  a  bustling  market  on  a  weekend,  no  list,  no  inspiration  in  mind,  wasn't  the  best  idea.  but,  alas,  manon  was  here,  continuing  the  incessant  journey  of  finding  something,  anything  to  liven  up  the  bleak,  salt-bitten  metal  of  their  new  keeper's  dwellings  —  a  singular  poster  of  the  regional  flora  and  a  smattering  of  random  postcards  didn't  suffice  any  longer.  “  what  do  you  have  in - in your hand  ?  ”  an  abrupt  interjection,  hopefully  ingested  with  grace  by  the  other.  “  's  pretty.  you  -  you  should  get  it.  is  it  somethin'  v-vintage  ?  ”

— @kilmerstarters .

[ofapotheosis]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 ? open , @kilmerstarters , capped at 0/3 ! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ? the boardwalk.

santi sits cross - legged on an old bench , sketchbook open across his lap , fingers already smudged black and gray with charcoal as they toy with the conté he's almost completely expended . the artist's been people - watching for a good while — both habit and hobby — filling his pages with loose sketches of the boardwalk's daily bustle . but nothing feels quite right — not yet , anyway . the sky's all hazy , steel blue expanse calling for the sun's descent soon , but he's always been an optimist . he's sure that , with a little patience , today's perfect muse may find him . he scans the boardwalk with care , drinking in the sounds of laughter and the sight of people joyous and together , searching for a glimpse of something he hasn't devoted to the page just yet . he's lucky enough to spot someone after a minute or two — a person lingering by the boardwalk's edge , caught up in what seems to be careful thought . the corners of santi's mouth pull into a soft , curious smile as he leans forward , calling out with warmth typical of him , " hey — oh , don't move ! you got a moment ? " santi taps the open page with stained fingers , aware the request is strange but unwilling to part with it anyway . " i'd love to draw you , if you're up for it — you can even keep it after . "

[sepulchrals-deactivated20250101]

THE HAWTHORNE INN ft. sutton — OPEN ! CAPPING AT 5 REPLIES ( 0 / 5 ) .

days  at  the  hawthorne  inn  were  monotonous  as  is  —  this  particular  season,  at  least,  with  its  cyclical  nature  and  dip  in  tourism  in  between  the  summer  boom  and  rapidly  approaching  winter  holidays.  though,  for  some  reason,  today  felt  more  grating  than  usual.  past  the  ever-tightening  band  of  tension  that  only  gets  worse  with  age,  there  was  a  jumpiness  to  sutton's  demeanor  -  on  edge,  temperament  akin  to  that  of  a  prey  animal  with  constant  glances  over  each  shoulder.  the  air  of  kilmer's  cove  felt  particularly  off  -  moody,  even  past  the  rampant  marine  layer  that  coated  this  town  in  autumnal  darkness.  she  felt  so  detached,  almost  out-of-body  in  the  way  that  sutton  felt  herself  witnessing  her  own  daily  activity  through  a  bird's  eye  view.  it  wasn't  until  the  ding  of  the  inn's  front  door  startled  her,  molars  grating  together  before  skewing  into  a  pained,  tight-jawed  smile.  “  welcome  to  the  hawthorne  inn  —  can  i  help  you  with  anything  today  ?  ”  everyone  could  see  past  that  customer  service  voice.

@kilmerstarters

[ofapotheosis]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 ? open , @kilmerstarters , capping at 0/5 ! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ? hawthorne inn.

there's a storm raging outside . the wind screams like it's tearing the world apart , and the drum of raindrops against the window are more unsettling than calming . romeo knows that if he looks outside , all he'll see is gray nothingness , thick fog stretching across the coastal town . his feet shift lazily as he lingers near the door , pondering his next decision — stay cooped up in this gloomy old place , or go out and pretend he's someone who cares enough to seem productive ? right now , he's leaning towards the former . his hair's gonna get ruined under the downpour , and . . . he catches sight of it then . it's a little kitschy and old , a stick umbrella patterned with florals and laying abandoned by the inn's main entrance . it's not his , but it might as well be , right ? finders keepers , and all that . he picks it up , testing the mechanism ; it opens with a satisfying snap . " lucky me . " he's about to step out into the rain when a door down the hall creaks open . rome freezes , umbrella still poised in the air , sheepish grin stretching onto his lips . caught red-handed . " oh . . . uh , this yours ? "

[thelostthakkar]

open starter: no cap ! @kilmerstarters location: the cemetery.

jack was sat on a bench near one of the cemetery paths, newspaper in hand and flask to the side of him, aiming small side eye toward the person nearby. this was one part of his job that he was never entirely sure of - should he talk to a visitor? was he supposed to? idle conversation was never quite his strong suit, nor was deciphering whether it was acceptable to break a silence or not. he paused for a moment before letting out a small breath, folding and then placing the paper on the bench next to him. "did you need any assistance, or a seat? i can offer either, but i will warn you - the seat is slightly wet still." jack hummed, looking at the newly news-paper-covered seat next to him. "i guess you could always sit on today's paper? it's not ideal, but it's something. dealer's choice, or whatever people say."

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters

location: the drunken poet

the bar had dwindled down to a handful of regulars and a few solitary patrons nursing their last drinks. the drunken laughter from a group of men in the corner only served to sharpen the dull ache in her head. with just a half hour until closing, stevie’s mind was already on autopilot, her face resting in its usual scowl. she had worked enough late shifts to know that the final stretch always dragged. stevie shot a glance at the clock, watching the seconds tick by slower, as though the universe was conspiring against her. thirty minutes. thirty agonizing minutes. the bell above the door chimed, signaling yet another late arrival, and stevie’s shoulders slumped. “of course,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the rag over her shoulder as she turned to face the new patron. “make it quick,” she called, her tone cautionary. “i ran out of tequila and patience an hour ago.”

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters location: hawthorne inn

gabriel couldn’t help sticking his nose where it didn’t belong – it was part of his job description. as he leaned his body against the splintered, timeworn counter of the hawthorne inn, he studied the flow of guests with the scrutiny of a man who never truly clocked out. his coffee had long since cooled in his grasp, forgotten as he cataloged the familiar and unfamiliar faces streaming through the lobby’s doors. even though he was off duty, he couldn’t help but make mental note of the faces he’d recognized and those he hadn’t. if one of the latter happened to be attractive, he’d discreetly mark the thought for potential exploration, perhaps an invitation for drinks when professionalism wasn’t breathing down his neck. just as he lifted the coffee lid to his lips, someone out of the ordinary catches his attention. gabriel set his coffee down and slid a small, leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket and began jotting down observations. “interesting...” he mumbled, his voice carrying a bit louder intended.

[we1rdos]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄, @kilmerstarters ! capping at 0 / 4 . 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : oddities museum !

eyes  that  could  have  easily belonged  to  a  strange  bug  in  a  past  lifetime  twinkle  behind  ridiculously - oversized  sunglasses,  overflowing  with  guileless  amusement  as  she  inhabits  the  top  of  the  counter  she  should  technically  be  working  behind  —  an  unheard - of  occurrence.  long  legs  are  crossed  one  over  the  other,  twisted  in  an  almost  impossible  fashion, like colorful  clay  that’s  being  pulled  and  bent  every  which  way.  it’s  simply unreasonable  to  ask  the  moth  to  stand  or  sit  still  for  more  than  a  couple of  seconds, batteries  always  charged  to  their  fullest  capacity  —  and  then  some  more. free  of  any  notions  of  what’s  right  or  wrong  within  the  complex  realm  of  boundaries  —  or  the  occasional  importance  of  abstaining  from  physical  contact  —  ziggy  holds  onto  the  other’s  shoulders  and  rattles  them,  transforming  them  into  a  human  salt  shaker.  desperate  to  put  her  newly  discovered  knowledge  surrounding  the  art  of  mind - reading  (  courtesy  of  one  of  her  aunt’s  books  )  to  the test ... a fact very apparent.  “  nonononono,  you  gotta  give me  another  opportunity  !  ”  there’s  a playful  desperation  jumbled with  a  sprinkle  of  snorts  that  splatter across  her  words,  i’m  a  love  bug  pin  rocking  with  the  intense  movements  of  her  body.  “  now ... it’s  time  to  connect  brainwaves.  oh,  pure - hearted mortal,  bring  forth  your  thoughts  !  ”

[mysticpromo-deactivated20241206]

⸻ an open starter featuring a ghost anya

" this is biscuits, the inn's mascot and my only child " a black maine coon sat upon the business booth, handling little souvenirs alongside information on those haunted hallways. " unfortunately he didn't want to dress up for the party, but he's very scary on his own, if you ask me. not as scary as the ghosts you'll find at the inn, though."

[scpsis]

event starter · open with no cap location · the beach

after painstaking deliberation, the male had opted not to dawn a costume, in light of his security role. his workwear already felt clownish enough as it was, black polo tucked into his khakis, handheld radio strapped to his hip like a revolver. there was no need for real defense — this was kilmer cove, where violence was usually limited to tides breaking on jagged rocks, to brutal heartbreak and anguish. at least as far as wymon was concerned. staring intently at the bonfire, fists shoved deep into his jacket pockets, he felt a pair of eyes on him. " um, " he cleared his throat, taking a few steps back as he recognized the other, if not by name at least by face. wymon knew everyone's face — had to. can't serve a community without knowing who's in it, his uncle used to say, though he'd certainly had less than altruistic motives. " i fell really hard on the rocks out here, once, when i was a kid. i still got the scar to prove it, " he began in an attempt at friendliness. " what i mean is uh, watch your step. we don't have a medic on site or anything. "

[selfobsess]

open starter !!! (0/5)

at: halloween event

isadora pranced through the beach, high heels forgotten the moment her feet touched the sand. she loved this: the clashing between booming voices and loud music, the whole town coming together in spooky celebration just to have a good time. and adding costumes to the mix made everything more interesting ( people tended to be bolder when dressed up as someone else ). if it was up to isa, every single day would be like this.

she made her way to a specific spot she had previously found. it was unremarkable really, just sand, rocks, and some bushes, but that was exactly why it was perfect. after making sure she was not being watched, isa started rummaging for the... stuff she had hidden there. fuck yeah. she grinned as she took out one of the bottles. tequila, bingo ! now really ready to party, the girl turned around; and thankfully didn´t drop the liquor when seeing the person right in front of her. her smile stayed " oh ! want a shot ? "

[ofwritersandsociety]

"Isn't the fire beautiful?" Hearing footsteps close to her Lillian tore her sight away from the bonfire. She'd sat as close as the organisers would allow on a blanket on the beach. The tradition was one of her favourites in Kilmer.

"Would you like to join me? Plenty of space here for someone else."

[oldiestations]

OPEN STARTER | okay to assume connections, capping at 0/5 ! LOCATION | the oddities museum information booth

“i'm  being  so  serious,  i've  got  actual  sea  monster  teeth.”  not  that  anyone  can  actually  understand  a  word  he  just  said,  with  his  own  cheap  glow  in  the  dark  vampire  teeth  half  falling  out  of  his  mouth  as  he  talks.  rusty  digs  around  in  his  pockets  for  a  few  seconds,  eventually  coming  up  with  a  small  drawstring  bag.  “from  right  here  in  the  cove.  they  said  it  was  a  whale,  but  you  know.  didn't  wanna  freak  out  the  public.”  he  leans  over  his  booth,  spinning  the  little  bag  around  his  finger  by  the  strings  and  grinning  back  at  them.  “now  i'm  not  really  supposed  to  show  anybody.  but  you  seem  trustworthy  enough.”  and  it's  a  good  advertisement  for  the  museum.  so  long  as  he  doesn't  get  called  out  for  actually  having  shark  teeth.