Status: OPEN || @palmviewstarters
Location: The Book Nook, Seaglass Heights
There’s just something about The Book Nook that makes time feel like it’s slowing down, you know? It’s the soft creak of the old wooden floors, the cozy smell of well-loved pages mixed with the scent of those cinnamon lattes from the café next door—it’s like comfort wrapped up in a book. Honestly, Sienna found herself there way more often than she probably should’ve admitted. She’d settle into her usual armchair by the window, a half-read mystery resting in her lap, and a drink that was more decoration than anything else, just hanging out beside her.
So, there she was, reaching for a new title on the “Staff Picks” shelf, when something caught her eye. A little flicker of movement nearby. Someone was standing just a few feet away, their fingers gently brushing the spine of a book. Sienna couldn’t help but smile. “That one’s been on my list forever,” she said, gesturing toward the book they were holding. “I keep picking it up, then convincing myself not to go for it.”
finding time to exercise with her schedule is difficult, but sometimes she can time a morning run in the park just perfectly post-shift. it makes it even easier to sleep after a long night of hard work. and as bria finishes her run, she spots a familiar face, waving as she pants and walks closer, gesturing to the space on the bench beside them, "mind if i sit?" she sits anyway before they have a chance to fully respond, "i always think it'll be nicer to run outside than run on the treadmill, but then i start running and i remember humidity," she shakes her head, a soft chuckle passing her lips, "i never learn." she glances over at the other, "anyway, what brings you out here in this heat?"
Finding time for a run can be a real challenge with Sienna's jam-packed schedule—graduate school, looming research deadlines, and all those little tasks that just seem to multiply. But you know, if she played her cards right, a morning jog through the park after a late shift felt like a win. The cool breeze and the soft chirping of the early birds? That combo was enough to lift some of the exhaustion off her shoulders. Those runs were her little escape, helping to calm her racing thoughts and making it easier to crash into bed after a long night of work.
Sienna shifted on the bench, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her hand. She couldn't help but chuckle at Bria, who somehow still looked fresh and put-together despite the sticky humidity. Glancing around at the trees swaying gently and the birds starting their morning songs, she said, “Yeah, this humidity is no joke, but there’s something about being out here while the world wakes up that makes it all worth it.” She turned back to Bria, grinning. “What are your plans after this? Want to grab some breakfast?" She glanced down at the watch on her wrist.
❛ did you enjoy the show? ❜ corinne questioned with a pleased smile. she'd been on her way out after her shift but she couldn't help but ask, being as elated now as she had been the first day she'd stepped foot inside the mermaid lounge. for her, the novelty had never worn off, she wasn't sure it ever would. ❛ you got lucky, i think that was one of our best ones yet. ❜ she whispered that last part like it was a secret, but, in truth, she said it every single time.
Sienna hadn’t really planned on sticking around for the show. She just kind of wandered into The Mermaid Lounge on a whim, drawn in by the soft, siren-like hum of those old sea shanties and the thought of a nice drink after a long, tiring day. But then the lights dimmed, and wow, when that spotlight hit those sequined tails and the foam waves, she was totally hooked. The whole performance was this wild mix of absurdity and enchantment, like something straight out of a fever dream crafted by Poseidon himself. Honestly, it felt like stepping into a time machine that had no clue what decade it was trying to channel—so much nautical kitsch, and in the best way possible.
So there she was, nursing the last sips of her drink when a flash of glitter and a hint of saltwater perfume drifted by. She couldn’t help but grin back at the woman who passed her. “If I say no, will a sea witch come after me?” she joked. “Because I totally did. It was wild, honestly. Not how I expected to wrap up my night, but… I’m definitely not complaining.”
Then Corinne leaned in and whispered something, and Sienna just raised an eyebrow, amused. “Do you say that to every girl, or am I actually special tonight?” The moment those words slipped out, she felt a heat creeping up her neck. Wow, that was bold. Maybe a little too bold? She blinked down at her almost-empty glass, suddenly aware of the warmth flushing her cheeks and the unexpected confidence in her voice. The drink was really doing its job. Usually, she was a bit more reserved, a bit more careful.
LOCATION: highwater arcade
STATUS: open / @palmviewstarters
“YES !” he pumps his fist as the music on the machine plays in front of him. he's not the highest score, but he's cracked top three. “okay, which initials are funnier – T, I, T or D, I, K ?”
Sienna wasn’t exactly a fan of crowds, but tonight? Well, she decided it was time for a little break from all that reading and writing. The arcade was a cacophony of noise, total chaos, and packed with folks who were trying way too hard to look competitive. It was oddly comforting, though. She found herself leaning against a pinball machine, arms crossed, just watching this guy a few feet away. He was hammering the buttons on the game like his life depended on it, honestly. And that grin on his face? It was ridiculously proud, like he’d just cracked some secret code to awesomeness. When he finally slammed his fist down and let out a shout, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “So, what’s the goal here? You going for middle school funny, or is it more of a prison record funny?”
starter: open, no limit ( @palmviewstarters )
location: the sand bar, late evening
Marley's been in a lot of embarrassing situations, a worrying amount, actually, so surely, she should be used to this feeling by now. That familiar warmth creeping up her body, cheeks rosy and tips of her ears burning. She'd been so caught up in her ramble, she hadn't noticed the friend she'd been trying to make had already wandered of. Could she really call them a 'friend'? Looking back, they'd even seemed reluctant to give her their name.
"I'm so sorry, I was talking to someone else and," she pauses, laughs pitifully into a shrug, "I guess I bored them enough that they left without me even realising. So I guess that's how my night is going, tell me yours is better?"
Sienna leaned against the wall, one eyebrow cocked, taking in the scene with a hint of amusement. Honestly, she wasn’t really feeling the whole social butterfly vibe—too many folks milling around. But there was this girl at a nearby table who caught her eye. Poor thing was flustered, stumbling over her words, really trying to make a connection. It was almost impressive, the way people seemed to vanish on her, like she was some kind of social magician, but without the tricks.
Sienna couldn’t help but grin and shake her head. “Better? Oh, let’s just say I’m definitely in the running for ‘most entertaining wallflower’ award. I mean, it’s kind of hanging out in that awkward zone of ‘pretty meh’ and ‘could be worse.’ But hey, if someone just up and leaves without a goodbye, it probably just means you’re way too cool for them, right?”
you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed sienna morrell walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who she is/are ? they kind of look like chandler kinney and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 23 years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for the last 23 years and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of katniss everdeen from the hunger games . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at palmview university as an graduate student / research assistant . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the ironheart of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty avoidant at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty introspective to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in seaglass gardens . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you .
Sienna Morell
Age: 23
Pronouns: she/her
Hometown: Palmview
Neighborhood: Seaglass Gardens
Family: Bria Morell(mother), Father, Sibling
Occupation: Graduate student in criminology & social justice, research intern at a restorative justice nonprofit
Zodiac: Virgo sun, Scorpio moon, Aquarius rising
Sexuality: Pansexual
Languages: English, poor conversational Spanish
Height: 5'8"
Social Handle: @morellofthestory
About Sienna
Sienna Morell is a calm force in chaotic spaces — observant, analytical, and emotionally steady. Raised in a high-pressure household by her perfectionist, no-nonsense mother, Bria, Sienna learned early how to listen before speaking and how to think twice before reacting.
While everyone expected her to follow her mother’s path into medicine, Sienna pivoted toward criminal justice work, drawn more to systems and stories than stethoscopes. She’s currently earning her master’s in Criminology & Social Justice, with a focus on restorative justice, incarceration reform, and youth diversion programs.
As a research intern at a nonprofit working with formerly incarcerated women and teens, she spends her days buried in case studies, prison policy, and trauma-informed interviews — and her nights journaling, researching, and trying to remember to call her mom back.
Personality
Sienna is the kind of person who rarely raises her voice — not because she doesn’t feel things deeply, but because she’s mastered the art of stillness. She’s introverted, sharp, and emotionally aware. She's often the youngest person in the room but carries herself with quiet authority.
She has a strong moral compass, but she’s not naive. She knows systems are broken, and she's more interested in understanding them — and helping people within them — than judging from the outside.
She’s small. Short. Petite. Vertically challenged.She tells everyone what to do, and expects them to obey. Threats ensue if people don’t. Sometimes even physical violence. Making large men the target of her orders just adds to the fun.
