when you're on, you're really fucking on

founding artist at mods. proud dad to 1. world traveler. rp only.

[mcgreyson]

GREYSON "GREY" MCVEY

he/him, February 12, 1980. Bostonian turned Merrockite. suburb dweller. tattoo artists at Mods. single, dad to Carson (and a bunny). (penned by lindsey.) -- BIO, STATS, TIMELINE, CONNECTIONS.

[jaceeverett]

"It's better to not remember the last time that you peed your pants than... well, you know, have a vivid recollection," he let out a low laugh, shaking his head. Jason couldn't remember, either, and he definitely counted it as a victory. "God, do I," he replied as he forked over the money to pay, and then took up the golf club and ball that he selected from the rack, "what do you have in mind for a prize?"

[mcgreyson]

"That's the way I look at it. At some point it won't be such a distant memory, so I have to embrace the time while it still is." Grey shook his head. "I don't know, are you still drinking beers? Or maybe some shots? Or we could do a nice steak dinner, keep it really fancy." He eyed up the ball options, going for something bright pink, for the irony.

[owenryder]

Hm, fair. You're a tattoo artist, it's not like you need to ever think about numbers or dimensions or how much you're going to charge people or anything like that, right? Not once. I'm pretty sure he would be the one giving me the black eye if we got into a fight.

[mcgreyson]

That's right. I just give people price estimates with my heart, or based on how much of a twat they happen to be. That's why I always go out of my way to overcharge you for tattoos. Yeah, for sure, because he's scrappy and also you're getting old, as much as you don't want to admit it.

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jason & OPEN.

WHERE: Silver Pines Jr.

WHEN: Halloween season.

Being scared wasn't really Jason's thing -- if something popped out at him, there was a very good chance that he was going to deck it across the jaw or do something he would regret. But in all honesty, how bad could miniature golf be, really? Especially given the amount of kids that were queueing up to pay and get a club and ball to work their way through the course. "Want to partner up?" he asked as he stopped behind the person in front of him in line, offering a quick smile, "mini golf is a lot more fun if you can make it competitive. Fair warning, though, I will laugh at you if you pee your pants."

[mcgreyson]

"I haven't peed my pants in..." Grey thought for a moment, trying to think of a specific date or time. "Actually, I don't know, which is probably a good thing?" He was supposed to do this with his son, but the ungrateful boy decided he'd rather scurry off with a new girl he was seeing. Couldn't say he could really blame him, it was the perks of being young and thinking you're in love. "Wanna make it a bit of a wager?"

[owenryder]

Everything is math, you just have to learn to look hard enough! Otherwise, you might miss it. Or go through life not understanding what math is like... some people... in this conversation. Exactly, that's what I figured, that you wanted your son to get a black eye. Not that I'd tell anyone that you said that.

[mcgreyson]

So I'm not exactly going around looking for math, as it turns out. I'm actually actively trying not to look for math. I don't need math, I do art for a living. Who would need math? Well, as long as you keep this secret and you're not the one giving him the black eye.

[javi-acosta]

"Yeah, it's just an act of kindness because I wanted to, I'm not expecting anyone to pay it back unless that's something you wanna do," he said. Javi wasn't going to tell someone else what to do with their money. You're welcome," Javi replied and handed his card over to the barista before turning back to Grey. "You on your way to work?"

[mcgreyson]

"No, no. I've got you, you're just putting that good energy out." Grey smiled at him, the tight and small smile all he could manage in the morning. "No, actually, back home for a bit. My kid's in high school and he forgot his gym clothes at home, so I got the urgent text to bring the by." He sighed. "How about you?"

[owenryder]

Everything is math, I'm sorry that you didn't do all that well in school, bud, that's not really my problem. But okay, that's fair. Although I think you're a little bit better than passably decent when it comes to being a dad. Your biggest accomplishment to date. That's a very valid choice, you can handle a black eye better than a grandbaby right now, yeah?

[mcgreyson]

Everything is math? Find that hard to believe, Ryder, because I made it to adulthood with very little math just fine, actually. That's very sweet of you, which is a rare compliment I'm sure. Listen, the black eye goes away after a few weeks, the grandbaby? That's an eighteen year commitment I do not need.

[javi-acosta]

Who: Javi and OPEN Where: Any coffee shop When: Coffee Day, September 29, 2025. The smell of coffee filled his nose as Javi entered the coffee shop. He made his way to the counter, and when it was time to order, he got a medium hot coffee that was the house blend with two creamers and said, "You can put their order on my card too," giving a nod to indicate the person behind him.

[mcgreyson]

"I'm assuming this is a kindness and not one of those pay it forward things?" Grey chimed in. His own order was a small black coffee, nothing too complicated, and he didn't mind being kind but he was too grumpy to pay for a complicated frozen drink in the morning. "But thank you, that's very sweet."

[owenryder]

Does... wait, hold on, I have to do some mental math. If you don't like my dad because you don't think that he did a good job of being my dad, does that mean you care about me? I just want to make sure that I've got this right! Before I assume anything. Oh yeah, please don't let that happen. The pregnancy thing. He's a boy, I don't really think you can stop a fight from happening.

[mcgreyson]

What the fuck is math about that, Ryder? I just don't like people being shitty dads because I've put a lot of work into being a passably decent one, don't look into it, further. Well, I'd like to avoid both if possible, but if one has to happen...yeah, I'm letting the fights happen.

[owenryder]

So instead, I tell everyone that I'm pretty sure that my dad is a mafioso... which I'm not sure is doing him any favors, to be honest? He can't really win either way, but I can. I'm glad that you're putting a hit out on my poor dad, though! Great job. That's fine, he's got his own thing going on. As long as he gets up and goes to school every day and you get to be a proud dad when he graduates, that's what really matters.

[mcgreyson]

Listen, no one cares about your dad here. In fact, many of us think negatively of him just by virtue of him not doing a good job of being your dad. The mafia thing is almost a redemption in my eyes, so he should be so lucky. That's pretty much how I feel about it, and he doesn't do anything stupid like get someone pregnant or get into a big fight.

[javi-acosta]

Are you someone who likes it when the tourists leave, or do you not mind them, really? Tattoos, huh? Cool. I don't have any, but I have thought about getting one from time to time. Is there a reason that those tend to be the busier months for tattooing? Just curious. I am! I haven't been to a Creek Fest in years, so I'm really looking forward to it.

[mcgreyson]

I have a limited threshold for people in general, tourists tend to be...more offputting than the average local, though. There's a few reasons, but a lot of it has to do with when people have disposable income, or when they're not traveling, or when they have time for everything to heal properly. It's a good one this year, but I'd say that just about any year.

[chellynewman]

"A junior or senior? Couldn't imagine how you're feeling about it." She shook her head, the inevitable already in the back of her mind, with mixed feelings, offering the other a consolatory smile. "But thank you, and she's in her eighth grade, final year of middle school. Think she's excited not to have me in her hair all the time."

[mcgreyson]

"Senior this year, talking about colleges or other future options, probably college." He was proud of his son, but also horrified that the little boy he once had to provide for so much was nearly a man. "Oh, that's...a rough year. I'm sure she is glad to be able to spread her wings a bit."

[owenryder]

Oh! Right. Because I'll have my dad off you if you betray me. And the thing is, you can't know whether or not I'm joking, since there's that whole mafia theory we're working with. Also you wouldn't dare send robots after me! That's... yeah, pretty much what I expected to hear. But he could've turned into a scholar overnight!

[mcgreyson]

I don't think it's a theory, he just can't confirm it for real with you because you will blab and tell half the town that you were right and your dad is a mafioso. I would, actually, and they'd kill you dead. Yeah, besides thinking maybe he'll go to college, he hasn't really got it in him to be that much of a scholar.

[owenryder]

Nope. I'm just going to ask you to let me in on it so that the robots see me as someone not to attack. Besides, I'll tell my dad that I need a little cash and help you open up this robot factory once we steal all the other ones. ... yeah, something like that. Don't teenaged opinions hold a little bit of weight in today's society? How's his first week back to school, by the way?

[mcgreyson]

That's a good move, but how do you know that I won't betray you? Send the robots after you first before anyone else. After I've gotten the cash, that is. He's already ready for the school year to be over, honestly. You know how it goes- first day good, second day I'm already dragging him out of bed.

[narilily]

"And you won't tell a soul," she said without missing a beat, holding up her needle, "or I'll stick ya." Alright, she wouldn't actually dream of hurting a friend with her sewing needle, but she could threaten Greyson for a good time. "That's true, I won't argue that one. Not that it doesn't hurt a little bit, but it's a good, artistic kind of hurt, right?" That was the excuse she was going for as she finished one sleeve and reached for the other, carefully adjusting it over his wrist to make sure that she got them even.

[mcgreyson]

"If you stick me, I'll scream and tell everyone that you were trying to kill me," he stated, staring her directly in the eye. There was no malice to his comment, but Greyson had to tease right back. "Artistic, maybe. It's also physically cathartic, is what I hear a lot. It's been for me, but now that I have so many." He almost shrugged but stopped himself so he could properly hold still.

[owenryder]

And how are you going to get these robots made, anyway? Go hold a robot-making factory hostage until they make them for you? Or are you just going to rob the factory? Or... do you have something going on in your basement that I don't know about? I don't even know if you have a basement. Okay, but no one can say no to gummy anything in drinks, Grey, c'mon. Ask Carson.

[mcgreyson]

Yeah, that's exactly what I was going to do. Why? Are you going to tattle on me? Tell the authorities that your weirdo cousin is making robots? Because no one would believe you, truth be told. I want you to think about what you just said. I'm supposed to prove your maturity by...asking a teenage boy?

[narilily]

"Believe it or not, no," she shook her head, making a soft 'tsk' sound with her tongue. As it turned out, when there was a large charity gala happening on a boat, no one actually wanted to see naked people running around and potentially ruining everything that they worked on. Funny, that. "Right? And I don't... exactly give vibes of someone who's going to try something devious." When Nari told someone that she was a seamstress, they didn't doubt it. As she worked on stitching the first sleeve, she let out a soft laugh at his explanation. "I'm not surprised. The people giving them the shots probably think that they're insane when they roll up their sleeve and have... well, a sleeve of tattoos."

[mcgreyson]

"Oh, that's because they don't know you. I, for one, know just how evil you're capable of being and know to keep far, far away from you," Grey teased. He knew better than to poke fun of the person with a needle so close to his person, but Nari was, at the end of the day, actually trustworthy. "It is different, though, because the tattoo needle doesn't go that deep, it's a different sensation, different pain- but that needle in your hand would feel the worst of all."