MONLEON STARTERS.

starter sideblog for MONLEON. please be sure to reblog from the source, and not the starter blog. content warnings based on individual starters.

[rosalindevangeline]

setting: oxford exchange; mid-february with: open

rosalind perused the bookstore shelves as she waited for the restaurant at oxford exchange to finish the takeout order she’d just placed. she supposed she ought to have called it in, but work had been busier than usual and it was only on her way back to the town that she realized she’d promised to bring dinner over to percival’s; she’d left nala with him for the day and rosalind was thankful that she wasn’t ( once more ) apologizing to the dog daycare for arriving after they’d closed.

her hand reached for a book of photographs from the area the same time as another and rosalind withdrew her own, offering a smile as she turned her head. “oh, i’m so sorry. go ahead,” she gestured toward the shelf.

[aidanwright]

setting: the marina; mid-morning with: open!

his head was still pounding from the partying he’d done after the super bowl. while aidan wasn’t a fan of football by any stretch of the imagination, he would admit that the previous night had been pretty fun. aidan had only returned from the city to monleon in the early morning and though he’d had two cups of coffee already, he thought it might end up being a day where he did very little at all.

he heard footsteps behind him, however, and he turned, barely seeing who it was. a groan escaped his lips at the thought of interacting with anyone right now. “if you need me, please come back tomorrow,” he pleaded, his tone good-natured. “i’m hungover as hell.”

[mia-alvarez]

 { @monleonstarters​ }

“You’re probably wondering,” the brunette in a sparkling mermaid costume with glitter in her hair spoke up, puffing out a cloud of smoke– her only vice, if you asked her. “How I ended up in this situation. Supposedly I wasn’t smiling enough so the event planner sent me home, what the hell? I don’t get it, aren’t sirens supposed to be these… lethal, dark, soul-devouring creatures?” However, before she went on with her rant, she lifted her gaze and flashed a charming smile at the person nearby. “Come, join me,“ and she patted the empty spot on the staircase beside her. “Hope your day’s been better. If not, I have a whole pack of cigarettes and an inside man at a 24/7 diner, instructed to save me some pie.”

[fearhidden]

@monleonstarters​

With an empty store and a few hours left on the clock, Val took what little free time she got to check her phone. She’d felt it buzzing in her back pocket during an interaction with a customer, but she’d fought the natural instinct to immediately check the notification in return for a conversation about the classics. Just within the hour she’d missed out on checking, she’d gained twenty-three more subscribers, which put her within single digits of her next hundred. Of course, new followers always meant new requests, and new requests always meant doing something she hadn’t done before. As she scrolled through the new messages, Val heard the bell at the front door. As much as she wanted to focus on the real money maker between the two jobs, the record store would always come first.

“We’ve got a deal on everything used today. Buy two, get one free. You won’t find better prices and you definitely won’t find a better selection.” Vinyl Destination didn’t need her pushing for sales, but truth was, she meant it. She’d already added quite a few vinyls to her own collection, all of which had been in almost mint condition, inside and out. “Was there something I could help you find? If we don’t have it, I’m sure we can find it.” And she would, one way or another.

[prxcticalmcgic-deactivated20251]

with ▬ OPEN STARTER for all. at any available bar or place that sells alcohol. january 30th ▬ around 8 in the evening. 

It had arrived through the mail that day. The fancy, eggshell colored paper had given it away. It was sealed with a light pink wax and their initials. Theodora had immediately felt her stomach flare up. She had called her mother right then and there. Jesus. The woman had laughed. Theo couldn’t blame her. She was happy. James made her happier in the four years they had been together than her father had in a lifetime. I, too, received the invitation and fully intend on going, that was the sentence that might have given Theo the impression her mother was on drugs. Or maybe she just wanted to flaunt her new relationship in front of her old husband, whichever was her reason, Theo couldn’t blame her.

She had showed Holly the invitation next, Holly had laughed. She picked the phone to call Mia. Put it down again. She was sure her father had called Mia already, maybe her daughter would be the flower girl. Fuck. Warren was out of reach ▬ had been that way her whole life. Maybe she was the only one who felt really bothered. Maybe she was the one who needed to hold onto resentment. Maybe.

She sighed and put the invitation down on the surface again, taking one final sip of her amber drink before flagging for a refill. Theo had asked for the day off, the first one ever since she arrived in Monleon, her surgeries had been rescheduled, the emergencies passed to the other surgeons, there was rarely ever something good, and she rarely got her hands on it. She hated not being her own boss. As soon as the drink arrived, she let the glass linger momentarily on her bottom lip, fingertips of her free hand tapping the wooden counter. Once, twice, three times and so forth, creating an annoying melody which let other people know of her frustration, impatience and anxiety. She stops before turning ever so slightly to the patron on her right. 

“On a scale of one to… whatever, how upset do you think it’s valid to feel when seeing your 70 year old father marrying someone younger than your younger sister? Asking for a friend.”

[sadiewolfsohn]

location: main street ( event )

status: open ( @monleonstarters )

Strolling down Monleon’s Main Street, newly bought handicrafts in hand, Sadie could almost forget how much she had despised the town growing up. Seventeen years later, with the sheen of success and money, it was easy enough to recognize that it was her circumstances she had loathed, more so than the location. Still, a faint bitterness remained at the back of her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the small object she spotted on the ground just in time to avoid stepping on it. “Excuse me,” she addressed the person several paces in front of her. “Did you drop this?”

[queen-of-scots]

Here, harbour lights glowed ethereal, like summer’s thick-heat fireflies, but kindled in cooler gusts of New Year. Quinn didn’t mind getting lost in the darkness blanketing Monleon’s Last Friday, frame rocking in languid sway as her hawk gaze basked in colours of reds, blues, greens from shopfront windows pouring onto Main Street’s cement sidewalks, allowing the anchor to dim her own mainstream grin in exchange for her natural foxlike slant- already slick from a few glasses of bubbly from the art gallery. Fingers, too, slick enough to purchase a print from the gallery as a conversation piece– her own sordid humour roamed over the detail of abstract shape, figures. No, Quinn Wilde wouldn’t stand for pretty paintings of patchwork landscapes, or realist porcelain-housed flowers- she proclaimed to be allergic to such soft style. Thus, she had her latest print wrapped, and placed under arm as she meandered through store fronts. Butter-blonde curls bounced as she rounded a corner, an accidental collide with a passerby, stuck in crescendo of items hitting concrete, followed by a magnificent rip of her latst purchase’s canvas. 

“Afraid you don’t win any prizes for that aim ” she retorted after a beat, leaning down to pick up her print, unable to keep from laughing as she held up its limp, tattered form. “But maybe this piece is improved - which way’s the proper top?” She flipped it, summer bros scrunched in a teasing concern, “Better yet, what do you think it’s supposed to convey?”

[oliviabarnes-deactivated2021022]

Date & TIme: January 29th, 7 pm

Location: Monleon’s Last Friday, Bayfront Marina Park

Tagged: @monleonstarters​

Olivia could not remember the last time she had a day off that coincided with a Last Friday, but she was certainly grateful to be off that day. Needless to say, she never really regretted having to work over eighty hours every week. But there were moments where she had missed out on some town events because she had been on call at the hospital. Thankfully, tonight was not one of those nights. She had been hoping to make the most out of the evening when she had convinced her husband to go with her, and they had spent some time strolling past the various stalls, debating if they should buy any of the various homemade trinkets that were being sold. Her husband got pulled into an emergency at work just around 7 pm, which she didn’t mind at all, and she found herself strolling around on her own when she noticed a familiar face. “Oh hello, I wasn’t expect to see you here. Are you having a good time?” 

[skipperlandvik]

location: bayfront marina park, event. status: open ( @monleonstarters​ )

Monleon’s Last Friday event was always one that intrigued Jude, and even as a lowly tattoo artist, she still liked to make an effort in supporting other artists in their work. But after an hour of gazing through the displays and the works of art and wondering in and out of a few boutiques, she found herself settling against a tree a short distance away from where the live music was taking place; a latte that probably had one too many espresso shots to be healthy sat beside her. It was just the kind of vibe she was looking for, the slightly cool but still somehow completely Florida weather surrounding her, tablet propped on her legs as she starred down at the blank page on the screen, the blue’s music that was currently playing floated through the air. The last two months had been difficult and Jude had spent so much time trying to move on from what had happened that a moment like this, one where she could sit down with a prospective new tattoo design, and vibe with the energy around her was more than needed. A few songs went by and she found herself making progress on the design she was working on, swooping lines beginning to create something that was actually recognizable. She smiled softly, a feeling of pride running through her veins as the ground rustled and she felt a presence standing above. “Hey, took you long enough,” Jude greeted without looking up before motioning to the drink next to hers with the pen in her hand. “Your whip melted.”

[nataliagarcia]

Date & Time: January 29th, 10 pm

Location: Monleon’s Last Friday, Bayfront Marina Park

Tagged: @monleonstarters​​

As Bayfront Marina Park came alive with all of the performances by the local musicians, a rather tipsy Natalia Garcia found herself in the center of it all. Having had one too many shots following her brief supper with Aidan just a few hours before, she had arrived at the park to check out some of the stalls and snap some photos for her Instagram. But once the music got to full swing, she decided that she would dance the night away. Swaying along to the music as she was enjoying herself, she called towards someone who had just walked past her. “Hey!” Nat exclaimed, rather excitedly. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system. “Where are you going? Come dance with me!” 

[serena-adair-deactivated2021021]

status: open ( @monleonstarters​ ) 

Serena sunk into the warmed sand, her palms spread over the grains of sand as she leaned back turning her face towards the sun. Pulling her hair up in a clip she slowly laid back into the sand her eyes still closed until a figure shadowed the sunshine. Without moving from her spot Serena rubbed her lips together and lifted a heavy sigh from chest. “Well don’t just stand there. Share the sunshine- “ Serena turned her face to look up at the figure, “I don’t bite-” She shifted to reclining on her palms and nodding in to the side offering them a place to sit with her.