⁑ portbriarhq starters.

[emeckart]

location: scooper doo

Emilia enjoyed her job as much as anyone could enjoy working retail. The boutique was charming, and her hours were convenient; her boss was more than understanding when things came up. It just wasn’t what Emilia wanted to do with the rest of her life. … not that Emilia had any idea of what she actually wanted to do with her life. In many ways, she felt stuck – stuck in Port Briar, stuck in place, stuck in just about every which way. The few changes to her routine were cherished. They were simple ways to add excitement to a life that she’d chosen for herself simply by necessity. Today was one of those days where she absolutely needed to stray from that routine. After finishing up at work, she made her way to the docks and stopped at Scooper Doo for a treat. Getting in line, she stirred up the courage to make small talk with the person in front of her. “Crazy that it hasn’t gotten that cold yet, isn’t it? I mean, it snowed by this time last year, didn’t it?”

[totalangcl-deactivated20211215]

location: outside conan & sons (0/5)

        escape, escape! almost there… and with the feeling of cool air on her face, she knew she made it outside, surprisingly, outside wasn’t as chaotic as it was inside. there were a few stragglers but nothing too extreme. taking off her hat, she let the top of her head catch some of the wind that was blowing before putting her hat back on and making her way away from the door. “ oh, i’m definitely not the type of person for this… ” she muttered, leaning against the wall when she was far enough away. don’t let ‘societal norms’ fool you, everybody. not every college student likes to party (at least, not that much). looking down at the sidewalk, she bit her lip for a second before deciding to say something. “ uh, e-excuse me! i think you may have dropped something! ” she called out, pointing down at whatever it was on the ground.  @portbriarstarters​

[totalangcl-deactivated20211215]

location: conan & sons

   with the final score displayed on the screen, the place was filled with cheers and claps from those around her. whitby university beats maine. that was definitely going to be the news headline for the next few days or so. a valiant effort from the opposing team, but in the end, they were simply no match for the town favorite around here. aiyla sported the colors of the team - navy and orange - and she wore them proudly. to celebrate the win, she decided to do a kind deed. walking up to the bar, she smiled and looked directly at the bartender. “ hi! uh, whatever they want to order, i’ll pay for! ” for no reason other than to celebrate the victory of whitby over maine (and the fact that a random act of kindness could go a long way).  @portbriarstarters​ 

[hcpelessly]

location: on whitby campus. 

availability: open to everyone. 

“ aish jinjja !! “  it had been like this the entire day already, people in blazing orange and navy get-up walking around campus like they owned the damn place, not even bothering to look exactly where they were heading. just like the person who had just brushed past her roughly enough to make her stumble a step back, before stopping them by grabbing that person’s sleeve. “ do you not have eyes ?! “  narrowing her own, she looked them up and down, disdain clear in her gaze. people who lost their minds over sports events had never been very high up in her regard. “ or do you just lack the common decency to apologize ? “  maybe it was the fact that she had already seen an unbelievable amount of orange underpants waved around today or that one of her favorite study places, bluey’s, was basically unusable today but her mood was far from cheerful. “ i really hope they fucking lose today, “  she added, grumbeling.

[hcpelessly]

location: the rolling scones.

availability: open to everyone.

usually victor tried to avoid spending the really busy days behind the counter, selling and talking to the customers. instead, he would usually hide out in the kitchen, doing what he did best. today was definitely a busy day, with the whitby moose playing came the specials they were offering for this occasion. while it had been fun to develop the recipes and plan for the event, he hadn’t anticipated one of his part-timers having to go home because of a family emergency. of course he’d told them to leave and look after their family but now he was stuck helping out in the front room, a forced smile on his lips. “ hello, welcome to the rolling scones and go moose ! “  he said for the about gazillionth time, his voice turning more and more robotic with each repetition. “ what can i get you ?  maybe one of our gameday specials ? “

[aksoys-deactivated20211203]

@portbriarstarters​ 

location: anywhere listening to honey fm

at   first   emir   had   no   clue   what   american   football   was   ,   or   why   the   population   seemed   to   love   it   so   much   .   it   had   taken   only   one   season   for   emir   to   become   a   fan   and   hang   up   their   football   jersey   friday’s   until   sunday’s   .   though   he   was   still   trying   to   decide   on   what   teams   he   enjoyed   for   pro   ,   he   knew   he   loved   the   whitby   university   football   team   ,   and   proudly   wore   his   moose   jersey   every   weekend   they   were   playing   .   

now   he   was   standing   ,   listening   to   the   radio   and   cheered   throwing   up   his   hands   as   the   mooses   scored   again   .   he   turned   ,   wanting   to   celebrate   with   another   and   the   smile   was   wiped   off   his   face   .   “   oh   shit   ,   ”   they   cursed   ,   seeing   he   had   made   contact   with   the   other’s   drink   .   “   i   am   so   sorry   ,   i   -   ”   but   he   cut   off   not   sure   on   what   to   say   ,   if   anything   to   make   this   better   .   “   can   i   get   you   another   drink   ?   ”

[dock-at-the-port]

{Open: 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔞}

The rain was calming, in Lucia’s mind. Even the rougher storms left her feeling cozy, especially with the ovens on behind her, keeping the storefront of Māma’s nice and toasty. It had been chilly all day, but all of a sudden the heavens had opened, the winds had whipped themselves into a frenzy, and Lucia was glad she had kept herself busy inside for most of the day. However, it seemed not everybody could be so lucky.

She was in the middle of arranging her display of egg custard tarts when the bell above the door jingled, signalling the arrival of a rather unfortunate soul. Immediately she straightened up from behind the counter, her jaw dropping at the sight of her latest patron without so much as a coat insight, and no umbrella to be spoken of. “Oh my goodness, you’re soaked!” she gasped, immediately rounding the counter. She pulled out a chair from the seating area, and set it back down next to the nearest radiator. “Here, please, take a seat… I ought to grab you a towel. –Are you alright?”

{ @portbriarstarters​ }

[heavnfalls]

*   𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅     ⤻     𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓     ›    open to anyone .

nadia was  panting  as she reached the corner booth inside conan  &  sons, spilling some vodka over the rim of the two shot glasses she clutched between each hand.   “ sorry i’m late ! ”   she exclaimed, attempting for her voice to cut through the buzzling background noise of a filled to the brim bar, getting ready for the start of  pub quiz night.  now, nadia had been quite the fervent player, but upon finding out about the other’s competitive nature, she figured she may better have them on her own team, rather than competing against them. she squeezed herself into the seat and put the pair of shot glasses down prominently in front of them on the table. the haste she felt finally left her body as she leaned back into the uncomfortably rough couch seating, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.   “ now, before we cheers to our upcoming victory, ”   though with a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice,   “ have you thought about team names yet ?  i’ve been brainstorming all day. my top pick would have to be  my drinking team has a trivia problem.  maybe right behind beyonce know-alls. ”

[dariortega]

— location: over the streets in front of a bar — date and time: a night over the weekend — availability: open | @portbriarstarters​

“Ah, listen… You’re not gonna be mad at me, are you? It’s just one night over at a karaoke bar, give me the chance to sing All I Want For Christmas Is You and make Mariah Carey proud,” there it was. His famous ‘puppy eyes’ while flashing a bright smile at the person next to him. “I promise you next time you’ll choose where we’re heading to,” Dario just wanted to find excuses to head to a karaoke, and whenever he had the chance he’d definitely drag friends along. It was the closest to just doing what he loved while not having any pressure while doing so. Besides, there was something marvelous about watching drunk people singing songs they rarely listen to on a daily basis. “Are you afraid I’m going to trick you into singing something you don’t want to?”

[ofprophecies]

WHERE: Port Briar Lighthouse TAGS:  @portbriarstarters​

One of the things Yolotl Córcega had learned to enjoy about the town she was currently living in, was the lighthouse to her own surprise. Sometimes, when she had enough free time in her day, the businesswoman would grab her nearest unfinished book and walk to the lighthouse to spend as much time as she could; only the sounds of the waves and the occasional tourist walking by barely disturbing her from her peaceful reading and meditation time. These days, peacefulness was a luxury and she appreciated every second of it she could steal for herself, basked in the serenity only a town like Port Briar could provide to someone with a chaotic life and truly, there was no place like the lighthouse to do so, if her current whereabouts were any testament. That was, of course, until the businesswoman felt a presence by her side that settled next to her in the rocks by the lighthouse, unbothered.

Yolo truly believed there was no better personality test than knowing someone’s favorite book and/or movie. She believed how other’s words affected someone’s life to the point of deeming it their favorite piece of art spoke more candidly about them than what spoken words ever could. Reason why, staring at the view the lighthouse provided to locals and tourists alike, the heaviness of silence making her sigh, she directed her attention to the other without a warning and imposed a query upon them “What’s your favorite book? Or movie, that works too” as her red lips curled up into an almost inviting grin. perhaps not the smoothest of ice breakers she could’ve used, but a significant, acute question that truly fascinated her. If the two individuals were present in the same space and time together, why not take advantage of it?

[christopherxbishop]

𝕊𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾: 5pm On a Tuesday afternoon. 𝕃𝕆ℂ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ: Alma, Tapas, and Wine Bare 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ: All/Open

𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 - 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 - 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷, 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓪. It was typical for her to be seen here on a less than rare occasion, a martini glass or a glass of merlot in her hand the typical vision she seemed to captivate on her trips here. Alma was traditionally Thea’s go too on a Friday night or Saturday, but never on a Tuesday. Today had been a day to be here, though. After the class tour had left - only one broken statue this time, and thankfully it wasn’t a real one - and with the construction going on outside, the girl was desperate for a night that allowed her to be anywhere she could forget about her day and relax. Thankfully, wine seemed to help with that if the atmosphere didn’t. 

Drink in hand, Thea moved across the room, letting her mind wander as she did so. There was something about being here, listening to the music play, your feet moving to the music that seemed to relax her, and it was only slightly obvious she’d contained some alcohol as she began to move, her movements becoming more frequent, and much less elegant as she danced (if that’s what we wanted to call it). Taking a sip - finally finishing off the drink in her hand - Thea laughed as she bumped into someone, trying her best to keep her composure as she began dancing - not necessarily on them, but, very close to them indeed, responding to the movements of the person she was now standing in front of. “You’re a pretty good dancer, you come here often?”

[hcpelessly]

location: conan & sons. availability: open for all.

“  if you have a little bit of time, can you perhaps answer me some questions ? ”  her most charming smile on her lips, nuray twirled a pen between her fingers as she looked at the person sitting at the table she had just brought a drink to. they seemed to be here alone so she wasn’t too worried about interrupting and it was all in the name of christmas after all.  “ i am currently trying to convince the boss to do something nice for christmas, he’s of the firm opinion that this place is too cool to hang up lights and do cute little advent events but i’m firmly of the opinion that he has a stick up his behind. “   she let a light chuckle follow those words, as she winked at the customer, making it obvious that the fight she was reporting hadn’t really been all that serious.  “ now i’m doing a survey on what our customers think so that i can convince him with data. first of all: don’t you think we should definitely decorate for christmas ?!  just consider how nice and homey it will look and tell me that’s not a good idea. “ 

[dock-at-the-port]

{Open:  𝓴𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪}

Keira had a soft spot for Bluey’s. Sure, it was a business, and ultimately the goal was to milk her wallet dry - but she was happy for that to go on one reasonably-priced milkshake at a time if they all tasted as good as that sweet sweet blend of chocolate and espresso. She needed the homely atmosphere, and the caffeine boost more than she’d even realised.

…That was probably why she’d ended up falling asleep at her table.

In the background, somebody set down some dishes, and the clink was enough to wake Keira with an abrupt start. “Oh, shit–” she breathed, the air rushing from her lungs as she flailed into consciousness. Warmth rushed to her cheeks, and so did her hands, brushing back the hairs that stuck to her after being smushed between her face, and the notebook in front of her. “…Oh, shit…” she repeated, far more bleakly as she tried to straighten out the crinkled pages she’d used as a pillow. She whined a little in frustration - she’d taken those notes with painstaking accuracy only to gussy up the pages - and looked up, only to find herself caught in an untimely bout of eye contact. “Oh shit,” she muttered once again, officially stewing in her embarrassment. “…Please pretend you didn’t see… any of that,” she requested, in a rare display of meekness.

[totalangcl-deactivated20211215]

LOCATION: bluey’s all day diner

        coming to bluey’s now was a nice contrast to before halloween. now, the only thing she had to worry about was what she was going to order and not the fake cobwebs or someone jumping out and scaring you for no reason. she visibly shivered at that thought. looking around, she scratched her head. everyone had the same idea, huh? because there was no seats available - well, at least that’s what she thought until she saw an empty seat and made her way over as quickly as she could. “ oh, uh… ” not fast enough, you dumbass. “ sorry, you got here first. i’ll just… ” and she started to turn on her heels. @portbriarstarters​ 

[dock-at-the-port]

{Open: 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪}

It was perfect. Street photography wasn’t Eddy’s forte, they rarely had the patience for all the uncontrollable variables, but every now and then the stars - or more importantly, the shots - aligned. The sky had taken a unique hue in preparation for the sunset, and the light contrasted just so with the brickwork along the street. His lips parted in concentration, his finger tensed over the button, and the second it finally pressed down… something moved. It was just in the corner, the tiniest little blur, but it was enough to distract even a slightly-clean eye from the rest of the shot’s composition. When they looked up, they found somebody stood before the nearest store window, peering through it at somethingIn frustration, they clicked their tongue, and straightened up from their squat to speak. “Hey, sorry, excuse me– would you mind taking a few steps…”

They pause. The camera, which has since lowered to their side, rose a little towards their chest yet again. “Actually,” they amend, gradually lowering back into the same odd position with a contemplative expression. “Would you mind holding still? Exactly like that - just for a couple seconds…”