#briar.starter

[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.

[ofkareenas]

.    °  🐝 ∗ ∘     ‹ open for; 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄​ › ❞

kareena was sitting on an old bench by the docks, a small cup of ice cream in her hand that she ate from as she let her eyes travel from the waters to the people surrounding her. she looked around, only to spot someone familiar coming her way right when she accidentally spilled a bit of chocolate ice cream on her leg and a little bit on her checkered skirt. “oh, shit. why did you have to appear right when this happened? this is embarrassing.” she chuckled, trying to wipe it off quickly with the napkin she had. she was praying this wouldn’t stain. “anyways,” she sighed, looking at them. “are you having fun?” 

‹ @portbriarstarters​​ ›

[hcpelessly]

location: carnival games booth.

availability: open to everyone.

a end of summer festival was a bit of an absurdity, at least in dawn’s opinion. after all, didn’t most people enjoy summer, especially in a town that was so dependent on tourism ?  so why would you celebrate it ending ?  however, there were some enjoyable aspects to the event: most of all, the fact that it gave r.a.d. another opportunity to perform in front of their most loyal fanbase (port briar citizens) and less importantly there was a vast array of good snacks and drinks. holding a hot chocolate in hand, she wandered through the different attractions framing high street. it wasn’t yet time for them to get ready, which meant she had some time to kill. as her gaze wandered over some booths with carnival games, she watched somebody repeatedly failing at shooting darts at a collection of red balloons. getting closer, she positioned herself next to the player and watched, before handing some money over to the owner of the booth herself. “ honestly, you never stood a chance throwing them like that. ”   putting her hot chocolate down on the counter, she grabbed hold of the darts the owner was handing her. “ want to see how it’s done ? ”  ( @portbriarstarters​ )

[lockhartmanzo]

STATUS ╱ open to all.

LOCATION ╱ beans & barley.

Coffee. Isabela’s staple. Like many Americans, it was what got her through each day, otherwise she’d be an absolute wreck, which might sound dramatic to some, but you just had to trust her when she says you don’t want to be around her before the caffeinated goodness hits her lips. “Another latte, please. Can you make it a triple shot this time? Thank you.” The ginger politely asked the waitress, only to turn back to her laptop, slender fingers tapping on her keyboard in an attempt to conjure up another idea for her next pitch to her boss. So far, nothing. Zilch. 

As she sat with her own thoughts, out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone walk closely past her table only to accidentally spill some of their beverage on the computer sitting open in front of her. “Fuck!” She groaned, her eyes glancing up to see that the culprit had simply walked away without apologising. In disbelief, she looked over to the person at the table nearest to her. “Did you see that? Not even a sorry. I don’t understand people who are like that.” 

[needlepcint]

STARTER FOR: anyone EXTRA: the retro room, any time

          even with the generous four inches that her heels provide her, nia can’t reach the top of the cabinet that sits innocently in the retro room. not being gifted vertically is something she’s long made her peace with ( along with the help of an extensive heel collection that brought her to almost scraping average height ), but the small wooden table she’s been eyeing remains far outside the length of her stretching fingertips. a devious glance around her surroundings provides her with no less than four ways she can get to the top of the cabinet. a split second later and she’s climbing atop a different table next to the high cabinet that provides another three feet of height. there are already plenty of scars of wear on the table top, evidence of a healthy life it once held, and so she’s not too worried about the tips of her heels scuffing. maybe when she has help she’ll come back to retrieve it as well, but for now she happily reaches for the small wooden box that she’d been eyeing. item in hand, she turns then to clamber back down only to find herself looking down at someone. her small o of surprise morphs quickly.     “ so — our little secret ?? ”     she offers, smile wide and charming. signature.     “ what’d’ya say ?? ”

[audrcyfern]

audrey  had  been  painting  all  day ,  it  was  a  sunday  which  meant  henry  would  be  with  her  dad  at  scoops  likely  so  she  got  this  time  to  paint.  audrey  always  thought  that  when  an  artist  didn’t  use  their  hands  for  a while,  it  was  always  a  little  rusty  similar  to  riding  your  bike  again  after  a  while.  she  was  always  moving  her  hands  though  whether  it  be  changing  diapers,  scooping  ice  cream,  taking  notes,  drawing  in  her  sketch  book,  driving.  her  hands  never  grew  tired.  ❝  have  you  ever  been  drawn  before  ??  ❞  audrey  blurted  out  to  the  person  beside  her,  she  brushed  her  hair  back  and  smiled  at  them  one  of  those  audrey  fern  smiles.  you  could  bring  someone  back  from  the  dead  with  a  smile  as  fierce  and  heartfelt  as  hers.  ❝  it’s  just  .  .  .  well  ,  i’m  trying  to  get  better  at  drawing  people  you  see.  i  draw  a  lot  of  faces  but  not  so  much  the  person  ,  the  body  ,  you  know  ??  ❞

[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…”

[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​ }