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[eli-james-anderson]

status: open location: central park @thecatastrophicstarters

“What the”, the man exclaimed as a water balloon made contact with his temple, drenching not only him but the comic book he was holding. Eli  squinted around trying to locate the owner of the balloon that had just connected with his scull, and it didn’t take long to spy the source. With two other children at his flanks, Andon, Eli’s nine year old nephew stood there a devilish smile playing at his lips. “No, no. no”,Eli said holding his hands out as he noticed the other children were armed. But before he could say another word he was hit with the remainder of colorful latex, an action that sent the boys into a giggle fit but also a run. “Hey you little shits”, he growled. “You know how hard it is to get water around here?!”

[sydney-grayson]

“Oh come on. Be nice,” came a voice behind him.

Sydney stepped forward, a cup of coffee in hand that she slowly nursed, hiding her grin behind the lip of the cup. She’d been watching the kids for the last few minutes from afar, happy that they’d found some form of entertainment. It was something that she felt was well needed. Since the world ended, so many things were different. People hardly had time to be people. Kids needed to be kids. Which was why she had smuggled in a near empty package of water balloons the last time she’d gone out to hunt for supplies. Give the kiddos something fun to do, even if just for a small moment.

She approached, stealing another sip of her drink as Rusty came bouncing up behind her, his worn, yellow ball in his mouth. “Mmm. You’re a little wet,” she said with a growing grin. “I’d offer you a napkin or somethin’, but yanno. Some stuff is a little hard to come by nowadays.”

[fletcher-braley]

Who: @sydney-grayson​ When: Early June 2020, early morning Where: Common Grounds

The sun’s out today, and given the recent spike in humidity that’s kept people indoors for the earlier part of the morning, he takes advantage of his spare hour after breakfast to sit outside on a patch of grass and drink his coffee. The breeze is soothing, the quiet chatter of the Common Grounds waking up just a dozen or so feet away provides a welcome distraction from his monkeying mind, and as he picks at the grass he thinks about making daisy chains with his mother in their old backyard. Now, there aren’t any daisies, but there are a few clovers that Fletcher pulls at, though he feels a little guilty for doing it.

He looks up, squinting towards the sun and that’s when he sees an all too familiar figure. How quick he is to scramble to his feet, precariously balancing his coffee as to not spill a drop, and he practically hop-skips on over. “Sydney, Sydney, Sydney! What a beautiful day to be graced by such a beautiful soul.” Fletcher hardly gives her an option about partaking in conversation so early as he mock bows with a slight bend at his waist, one arm crossed over his belly and wink to top it all off.

“Good morning, darling. May I join you for a cup of coffee?”

[sydney-grayson]

Sydney reached down to grab the ball that Rusty had brought back, picking the grass from the nearly devoured thing before chunking it again, her pooch racing after it. She couldn’t help the grin that formed, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. It was nice to be able to let Rusty simply be a dog again, play time not exactly possible much beyond the walls. Here he could run around or play fetch without her fearing for his safety, That being said, she still liked to keep an eye on him. He was all she had left from before, all that she had from her family, aside from the cracked phone she continued to carry in her pocket.

As she waited for Rusty to return, she continued onwards to her destination, Common Grounds. Needing her daily dose of anti-sleepy drug, she neared the store when...

Sydney, Sydney, Sydney!

A familiar voice called out to her, and her grin only grew as she turned to see Fletcher headed her way. How he kept his coffee from spilling was beyond her, the way he hop-skipped to her. The only explanation was he was a wizard or something. She gave him a little wave, letting out a laugh as he bowed at her.

“Good morning, my love,” she laughed, shaking her head before curtsying back, flaring her arms as if she were wearing a dress. “You are in particularly good spirits this morning. It’s because of me, right? I don’t blame you. Seeing my face makes me pretty happy, too.”

“I’d never turn you down, Fletch. I- Fletch MOVE.” But a warning too late as a big ball of slobber and fur came barreling into Fletch from behind.

[drhollyxwood]

who: open starter @thecatastrophicstarters​

where: common grounds

when: early morning, monday the 15th of june 2020

too many people…there were too many people for being so early in the morning and holly was in no way equipped to deal with it. arms wrapped defensively around herself as she stood in line waiting to be served and trying to convince herself in no uncertain terms that being at work was better than hiding away under the covers in her bed, she gnawed at her bottom lip as she glanced around.

“you’d think considering it’s the end of the world and all that queuing up like lemmings would be a thing of the past.”

[sydney-grayson]

One of the best things Sydney has come to appreciate about this place in the few months of was the coffee shop. Granted, there was plenty more to appreciate, like the people, or the safety provided or literally anything else that was less materialistic as coffee, but it was early, and she had just finished her morning jog. Caffeine was a necessity that she had thought long ago was nothing more but a thing of the past.

 Rusty waited outside, properly leashed to a pole to prevent him from running off, not that she really had issues with him like that. She had trained him well enough. It was merely for the townspeoples’ sake. Because she was polite. 

The woman in front of her spoke, and it took Syd a moment to realize her comment was directed at her. “Huh? Oh sorry. Yeah. But it does add a nice touch of normalcy, don’t you think? Could almost make you forget what’s going on, huh?” Almost, but not quite.

[sydney-grayson]

[sydney-grayson]

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