#agnesfm.event

[luegner]

open   to:   anyone   searching   shelter   at   town   hall time:   in   the   early   morning   the   day   after   the   storm  place:   town   hall @agnesstarters​ 

      the sun had yet to fully come up on the sky but jon had had a hard time to sleep knowing there were so many people at town hall feeling cold and alone, worried about he storm. and going out in the weather was probably just as smart as walking through the dessert at night. still not the stupidest thing he had ever done. 

FROM HIS OWN HOME had he collected blankets and coats, plundered the fridge and snacks, prepared tea and coffee in thermoses and brought them over to town hall. inside it was a little cool but the dirty blond felt HOT from the trip through snow and ice. supplies were unloaded and he started to help distributing the goods quietly, not to wake the ones who were still resting. 

blue eyes had spotted them when he entered the building, did they look so miserable it was hard not to see them right away. hunching down, he offers them one of the blankets and a cup of tea.   ❛   rough night   ?   ❜   he tries to speak clearly, not to stumble over his own words and fails, still not used to the disability to speak and yet, pushing the UNCOMFORTABLE feeling in his jaw aside, setting down the mug instead.   ❛   here.   you can have this.   ❜   jonathan tries to hand over the blanket again.

[kashmalouf]

Closed starter for @lizzie-levine

Kashir appreciated that Lizzie was willing to team up to set up a sort of food table at the town hall, partially out of the general appreciation of another set of hands but also because he had no desire to man such a resource the entire time until the storm blew over. Of course, he wouldn’t leave Lizzie in the lurch, but he figured the sooner resources were set up the better--the sooner folks in town could take what they needed.

Unless they hoarded resources. The anxiety of that idea sat in the man’s throat like a thick knot. The weather pattern they were dealing with had proven to be unpredictable thus far, and while people seemed to be grateful for the warming station and company in town hall, Kash had seen how resource scarcity could change neighbors into rivals quickly. But this was different, this wasn’t his childhood, the snow wouldn’t change the fact that at the end of the day there was enough to go around in and outside of the walls of the town hall. 

Lizzie’s approach was a welcomed reprieve from the intrusion of anxiety that had begun to percolate up from the dredges of Kash’s subconscious. He’d had plenty of help carrying in the haul he had gotten from the market, so by the time Lizzie arrived he’d taken the initiative to set up a few folding tables. It seemed that she hadn’t exaggerated about having to clear the bakery in its entirety, so he quickly walked across the room to help relieve her of whatever pastry boxes and bags he could. “I’m glad you made it alright,” he offered in greeting. “The roads were pretty bad when I made my way over and it doesn’t look like it’s let up at all.”  Kash set the bags and boxes he’d taken down on one of the folding tables and helped Lizzie set down the rest of the things she still carried. His hands had been bordering on numb when he had finished carrying the groceries in earlier, and he imagined she might have lost much of the feeling in her own digits too. “There’s hot cocoa over there,” he said, nodding toward another corner of the room, “if you want to grab some and warm up a minute. I can get started here.” 

[connoroverthehill]

{Open!}

“Oh, no… Oh no no no…” Connor mumbled. His eyes were furrowed, squinting at the ground through his distress. It was dark, but not so dark that he should be able to completely miss a bright red hat, right? Apparently so. He ran a hand through his already unsightly hat-hair, grimacing at the thought that his costume might go incomplete for the rest of the night. Hurriedly, he glanced around, un-hunching his shoulders to see if anybody else had picked it up. No dice.

He gritted his teeth, letting out a quiet whine. It had to be done. He needed assistance. “Um-- excuse me?” he called out, tapping the shoulder of an unwitting passer-by. “Hi, sorry-- really sorry, but you wouldn’t have happened to see a hat on the ground anywhere, would you? A red one? Sort of-- like this,” he grabbed one of his many extra legs, tapping the red felt, “with little… eyestalks attached?” Connor reached up over his head, poking his fingers up to demonstrate. Just in case the poor soul wasn’t familiar with the concept of eyestalks.

[ofrovers]

where: near the food stalls, in view of all of the amusement rides. who: open to anyone.

he hoped a costume would grant him anonymity, but he was naive to assume so. he grimaces beneath the shadow of his mask, and his hand lifts in tentative greeting. they neared, and daniel fears that it would be obvious to them that he didn’t have the faintest idea of what to do. he is out of sorts, alone, and feeling immensely uncomfortable. his words, and his lips, were tight. he reverts to the businessman. “yes, hello. is your evening going well?”

[agnesfm]

🌺  𝒏𝒐𝒘   𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒂𝒓𝒆   𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒊𝒏   𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓   𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔  ,   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅   𝒊𝒔   𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓   𝒐𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝚒𝚝  𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛   𝚘𝚏   𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷,   islesbury  is  as  lively  as  ever.  schools  are  open,  business  is  thriving  and  agnes  is  still  the  central  meeting  point  for  anyone  and  everyone.  and  you,  dappled  with  the  trees  of  springtime,   𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈.

here  we  go,  agnesfm  !  our  first  ever  au  event  !  in  this  event,  it  is  the  season  of  spring  and  the  year  is  2021.  but  most  importantly,  your  muse  has  gone  back  in  time  !    here  are  the  ooc  guidelines  for  this  event,  please  read  them  carefully  since  this  event  is  different  to  any  others.

THE EVENT WILL START AT 1 PM EST, TODAY ( 7/23 ) ! 

to seperate the starters of this event from our regular open starters please use the tag #agnesfm.austarter  for your open starters !

regular interactions CAN continue, feel free to reply to your non-event threads.

posting plotting calls/starter calls for this event are ENCOURAGED.

please use a tagging system in your blog to separate your au threads from regular threads. for example: #meredith perlman ( au event interactions )

for event related miscellaneous posts such as social media posts, aesthetic posts, headcanon posts,  etc.  please use the tags #agnesfm.event & #agnesfm.au001 ! 

our radio agnes host cass is still the local radio host ! and she is waiting for you to give her all of the juicy content. ask her questions you yearn to be answered and keep our favorite radio host entertained ! ( all asks sent to cass are WELCOMED ! )  @radioagnes

the event will take two weeks out of character. you won’t be able to start new event interactions after august 6th, 1 PM EST.

as always, have fun with this and certainly feel free to plot with members ! 

[carlacervelli]

for: @evnoiia / noah where: costume gala when: early in the night

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If there was ever a perfect time to make an attempt at entering normal society, Carla was of the opinion that a costume gala was absolutely that time. It was simple- if people thought she was weird, she could blame it on the wig. Nobody acts normal in a wig, right?

As she swayed to the music, she felt a thankful rush, looking around and not finding any faces too familiar. She gave the crowd one look, trying to spot a costume that she could start a conversation over, until she spotted not a costume, but a face. 

Her eyes widened, shocked like she’d seen a ghost. It couldn’t be... no... Noah had mentioned living in Rhode Island, but Islesbury? What were the chances? She was statue-still, terrified that he would notice her. Would he ask why she had been missing from the group for a few weeks now? Would he repeat her truly embarrassing username out loud? Her mind was rushing with panic, unable to find a good way that this could end. 

She was, however, not at all subtle about her staring and her shock. This would prove to be a problem.

[laurenberkshire]

for: @brighternite​ / lal where: costume gala when: middle of the party

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Lauren wasn’t drunk, per say, but being steady plied with wine had left her more than a little tipsy. It made dancing much more fun, and talking to new people easier. Here was the cross-section of those two things, Lauren discovered, jiving on the dance floor beside a total stranger and feeling the urge to learn everything about her.

“I recognize your face!” she said, struggling to make herself heard over the music. “But I can’t figure out where from!? How do I know you?”

[alexanderwarrencc]

 “𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐.”  ( @agnesextra )