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[kvleidoscopes]

@anchoragestarters     ›     closed starter ... fully capped ! ( 5/4 )

DATE     ›     january 5th, 2025

LOCATION     ›     buttermilk sky pie diner

addison wasn’t waiting on anyone in particular, considering he only knew a handful of individuals. he sent a few texts — hoping they would transmit — to anyone who would take his invitation to the diner and still expects no one to show up; those are his thoughts repeating themselves. however, he felt he was going asinine from looking over the menu multiple times, though the restaurant was a little too noisy for his liking. his level of concentration was slowly declining and thought he should better wait for his company to arrive. what’s better than a milkshake and a slice of pie for brunch? someone would have to forcefully drag his ass out of the diner to do something else with an apple pie in hand because he’s not going anywhere without a slice, but he’s prepared for anything. well, sort of.

[wtfru--imabrat]

date: the morning of january 4

location: the ivy

@anchoragestarters

With the New Year now over, Romi expected things to calm down a bit--at least, at work. With everything that had happened over the New Year festivities, the blonde was happy to have work as a much-needed distraction and given that it was their first Saturday of the calendar year, food needed to be prepped. However, when she arrived at the Ivy, she noticed that someone was standing outside of the restaurant. Immediately, her spidey senses were tingling and she almost got back in her car and drove away all together--but whether this was a messenger from her father or the Cardinal Serpent or whoever else, she knew that she couldn't look like she was afraid. Walking confidently up to the building, she said "Hi. Can I help you? Do you have an interview scheduled or something?" As far as she was aware, there were no interviews scheduled for today--but then again, she didn't really keep tabs on the front of house because that wasn't her job.

[jofms]

open at the ivy @anchoragestarters

winters were isolating but things had settled down dramatically for josette once she had found a therapist, just out of town, that worked for her. she had put in some extra shifts at maiden alley cinema to try boost the income that she'd spent without a care when she had been out of work and things were starting to feel more stable for her. perhaps she could look at getting a different job in the new year, one that paid her more and got her feeling a little better at her career prospects. she had been thinking about volunteering but she thought it was too soon for that and she had so much to prove. still, sadness rocked the woman as amelia's birthday edged closer. up until two years ago, she had always wondered what she would be doing and it sadened her to know that she was no longer here.

josette sat nursing a glass of wine at the ivy, a treat to herself and a chance to get some actual food down her as opposed to seeds and toast. looking up, she widened her eyes. "apologies, did you book this table? they sat me here as they didn't think they'd be too long but the kitchen is taking a little longer than usual." she chuckled.

[no-one-likes--a-mad-woman]

location: anchorage regional hospital

date: november 3

@anchoragestarters

The incessant beep of the heart monitor was keeping Alice awake--as was the searing pain that was emanating from her abdomen. Two nights ago, she'd been rushed into the emergency room with a gun shot wound, her dear brother by her side. She'd known that the gunshot was painful but it wasn't until she'd arrived at the ER that it was discovered that the bullet had nicked her liver and she would need immediate surgery--a hepatectomy, they'd called it. They'd rushed her into the OR, cut her open, removed the bullet, cut out a small part of her liver, and then sewed her back up. Good as new, right?

However, her doctor had run into a problem when it came to the recovery stage in the medsurg department. As soon as Alice came to and realized that the doctor had tried to prescribe morphine after the surgery, she'd given them a piece of her mind. She'd understood the circumstances, sure, but they had her fucking chart and information--they knew that she was a former drug addict. After chewing the doctor out, she instructed the nurse to only give her Tylenol and nothing else. Especially considering that they'd taken a small piece of her liver, she wasn't interested in making that organ work overtime while it was recovering. Needless to say, Alice, who was usually relatively agreeable, was incredibly irritable at the moment.

Giving up on any hope of sleep, she'd started to flip through all the boring TV channels when she heard a knock at the door. "That better be my fucking Tylenol, Nurse Susie," she said, already feeling her nerves start to fray. But instead, she was greeted with a familiar face and immediately felt guilty for sounding so rude. Even if it had been Nurse Susie, she shouldn't talk to people like that. "Sorry," she said, a little embarrassed. "I'm a bit...cranky today." 'Cranky' was putting it lightly. She was fucking pissed. She was furious. Why the fuck had this happened to her? No, she certainly wasn't perfect but what had she ever done to deserve getting shot at? And when would her past discretions stop rearing their ugly head every time she thought she'd finally conquered them? "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[b4rredteeth]

OPEN STARTER - @anchoragestarters ( 5 / 5 ) location: pumpkin patch

Benny couldn't help the thoughts he had surrounding Halloween. If not for the money - he did sell a lot during Halloween, people loved the other type of candy - and the fact that he felt he could always go home with someone if he needed it. And with how confusing things were with Mei, he needed that too.

But regardless, the event was clouded now. The idea that it had been a year since Matevos' murder. And nobody had been caught for it, nothing had been cleared up. He was just gone.

Meaning that even though the festivities were barely under way, Benny was already no longer sober. Definitely still sharp enough, but also in a place where he felt nice, comfortable, warm, and hot.

He was laying on one of the haystacks, feet high up in the air, head almost falling off the side, and a plate of acquired candies and snacks resting on his belly. Smiling to himself while he plopped a now cold marshmallow in his mouth.

"You know what I've never seen before in my life? Pumpkin shaped marshmallows. I saw some ghosts ones, but that's easy! Orange marshmallows in the shape of pumpkins of all sizes, I'd instantly buy a bag. Missed opportunity if you ask me." He shook his head, then held out the plate. "Want some candy?"

[wondererfm]

@anchoragestarters (outside last pin standing- the bowling alley, on her break).

"yeah, i'm calling it now, this town is fuckin' weird." orla had dreamed of moving in with angela for years, of getting away from her parents that she only seemed to disappoint but then, after a couple of months, there had been a murder incident between family members? "you know, i love a bit of true crime and all that but not when i'm here-" she pointed to the ground. "- in that fuckin' town." it was a fair admission. "i mean, did i really leave dublin for this or does it get fun from time to time?" what had happened was disturbing but the young irish woman didn't want to show that learning about it had affected her and caused so much worry about the people that resided here.

[a-ghost-with--a-beating-heart]

date: august 24

location: down the rabbit hole underground mall

@anchoragestarters

To say that there'd been a lot on Annisa's mind lately would be an understatement. They'd spent months trying to forget the events of that frosty February night, tried to forget the image of that face. And to think, they'd almost forgotten, almost moved on. And then they'd received that call from Leo. And then a call from Ava. And then Cy and then Marisol and the whole lot. Everyone asking them over and over and over 'Are you okay?' To think they'd almost graduated from being the frail, fragile baby of the family. Of course, they knew it was out of fear and love. They knew that their loved ones were afraid for them, afraid for their safety. But Jesus. Their anxiety had been festering for months but now it was fucking skyrocketing, at an all time high. Slowly but surely, the urges had started to creep back into their head, though they tried their best to ignore them. But still, the thoughts were there, lingering.

They'd taken themselves to the mall, of all fucking places, to try and distract themselves. Maybe they just needed some retail therapy. But then, while they were looking at some band tees in some random shop they'd wandered into, they caught a glimpse of themselves in the mirror. Walking towards it, they took their reflected visage in, suddenly scrutinizing each little imperfection, something that they'd tried so hard to train themselves not to do anymore. They almost didn't recognize themselves. It was them but at the same time, it wasn't... But it was their face that was the real problem--because every time they looked at their face in the mirror, they just saw the dead eyes of the clone that had attacked them at the hospital all those months ago. The same face--or rather, decapitated head--that had been left on Leo's fucking back porch. It just didn't look right. Nothing looked right. It was like a dysmorphia they'd never experienced before. You should call your fucking therapist, they thought. They were supposed to reach out to their support group when they felt this way. But... Could they actually do that? How could they put even more of a burden on their siblings who were already worried sick about them? Jesus, this shit never ends. It's just one big fucking cycle, isn't it?

Lost in thought, they didn't even realize someone was trying to speak to them until they felt a light tap on their shoulder. When they finally snapped out of it, they felt disoriented, even though they hadn't moved an inch. They weren't sure how much time they'd actually lost standing there--they're not supposed to lose time anymore, not on a full stomach. That hadn't happened in years. Shit. "What?" they blurted out. "Sorry, I... Sorry.."

[prismagpie]

WHERE: maiden alley cinema WHEN: 21st august WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: fully capped, no longer accepting replies!

If there was one thing that Ash Yoon didn't like (and this should come with the understanding that there were in fact a great many things that he didn't like and he was frequently glad to tell people so but also that this was something he particulated hated), it was the feeling of being watched. Growing up, nothing had been drilled into him by his father with more vigilance than the idea that he needed to avoid suveillance at all cost and now there was this thing in his apartment, just staring at him. Maybe he needed to stop personifying it. Not important. What matters was that he'd returned to the apartment complex with full intentions of marching into his apartment and falling face first into his couch. However, before he could even get to the elevator, he'd overheard chitchat in the hallway about a certain clap-operated surveillance system failing, complete with rumours that a few residents had been locked in their apartments. His response to this news had been a simple, internal, 'fuck this, I'm not dealing with this' and a quick heel turn back out the door.

"Y'know what? Fuck Clappy," said Ash, speaking aloud for all to hear, as he dropped to a low squat in the middle of the cinema's lobby and tore open a box of Milk Duds. Don't ask when or how he got those. (The trick to swiping stuff was to pretend you always had it.) Some might call this an outburst but he was more than happy to have his feelings be known. "I hope Clappy dies."