#cloud:open

[dreamalittleme]

OPEN STARTER Location: anywhere pet birds are allowed

Ronan wasn’t sure why it was happening now. Chainsaw had barely moved during his morning trek, the occasional squawk being the only noise to slip past her beak. It hadn’t been until another figure came in sight that the bird took flight. “Hey,” he said softly, specifically to his pet raven as it flew closer and closer to the other body. “Chainsaw,” he said again, louder this time. In response he received a trill of ‘Kerah!’ which in and of itself was pretty annoying. Why couldn’t she just listen?

She flew towards the other with direct movements and there was no question she planned to land. Where she landed wasn’t really her problem, either. She could perch on just about anything. Ronan narrowed his eyes, allowing himself to look towards the unlucky person who’d find themselves with a raven on their head if they weren’t careful.

[nxtritething]

OPEN STARTER FOR: anna of arendelle setting: starcourt mall, early evening.

             the memories dreams were getting more and more vivid for ANNA. one in particular stuck with her ; one about feeling so cold, she swore she froze completely solid. even thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine. it was the beginning of summer, and there were moments not even the sun on the brightest day could warm her. it’s like the chill was coming from inside herself. looking at one of the displays, she pulled her jacket tight against her. was it the a.c. this time? or just her? turning to the closest person, she asked, “ hey ! is it a bit chilly in here ??? ”

[beigewatcrs]

STARTER — OPEN

LOCATION — THE DRIVE IN

THE SUNSET, BLANK SCREEN, AND SMELL OF FRESHLY BUTTERED POPCORN. the drive - in held an aesthetic that penelope hoped would live on forever. typically she was accompanied by a friend, but tonight she was watching solo — still housing the same feeling as every movie night. money clenched in her fist, the witch made her way to buy snacks. an essential part of a successful movie night. popcorn — extra butter — candy, and water. the salty, sweet, and neutral. penelope collided with another being while walking back to her car. popcorn spilled everywhere, the butter and grease setting into the fabric of their clothes. ❝ you’ve got to be kidding me. ❞ her demeanor changing almost instantly. popcorn gone and a buttery - greasy mess of a shirt. 

[c-onnorrk800]

Status: Open Location: Rousseau’s

“Da-... Han-... Lieutenant...” Connor’s face scrunched up slightly as he struggled with what to call Hank. He already had twenty eight years worth of memories of Hank being his father, and now suddenly he had memories of him being his partner, his friend, and his enemy all at once. Connor couldn’t make sense of it. “Hi Lieutenant. It’s me. Connor. I-... I’m at our usual table at Rousseau’s and-... If you get this can you meet me here? Or call?” There was another long pause. “Please...” He hung up the phone and returned to his glass of bourbon, his hand just swirling the drink that he hadn’t touched for the last hour.

[ofinkdried]

status: open who: jack kelly location: rousseau’s

jack had just finished cleaning the last of the glasses behind the bar when the door jangled, signaling another patron. it was a slow night, so he was glad at least someone was coming in -- otherwise, he’d be sitting here alone and killing time. and without a decent pencil or paper, he couldn’t even sketch something, though he wouldn’t have minded the break. he smiled at them easily as he leaned on the bar. “ welcome in, what can I getcha ?? ” 

[loverfms-old]

⊹ ˚ ･ﾟ +1   NEW   SNAP                                ↷    @   ANYONE  !  *

𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴   :   ok  i  know  i  promised  i  wouldn’t  dye  my  hair  again 𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴   :   but  consider  this  .  .  .  as  a  brunette , 𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴   :   i  look  boring  and  as  a  result  ?  potentially  heterosexual 𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴   :   i  cannot  cope  with  either 𝙲𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙴   :   i  need  to  look  gay  and  hostile

[bcddestbitchofall]

Status: Open Location: Rousseau’s

“Hello? Do you know who I am? I am Katherine Pierce! People send me free crap just for existing. I am a trend. I have so many followers that it’s not even a readable number anymore and I will not be questioned by you, Bar Boy---” she slammed her hand down on the bar for extra emphasis. She had a second part of her semi-drunken speech planned about how she was also the myth, the legend, the most ruthless and well dressed vampire of her time but he wasn’t having any of it and instead left the bottle, like she had originally requested. Well, that was that.

She took a generous swig before spinning to face the nearest bystander (customer, victim) and pointed at them. “You! Do you DANCE?”

[theinfinitc]

Aziraphale walked through the streets of the cloud, trying to find a quiet place to sit down and read a new book he had just gotten his hands on. It was one he had been searching for for quite some time now, and he wanted to find a special place to read it. It would at least take his mind off his inability to contact Heaven...

As he came close to a local restaurant that he frequently visited, he felt a presence behind him. Stopping, the Angel tucked the book away in his jacket, clearing his throat. “I would appreciate it if you would not sneak up on me in such a way. It’s useless regardless. I can sense you.” he turned, looking at the person he had addressed. “May I help you?” he asked, “I certainly do not wish for any trouble.”