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timestamp: oo2 homelife who: open
Elijah noticed just a second too late. It was almost as if everything had happened in hyper speed. One moment, Noah was walking calmly by his side, the next his hand was pulling something out of someone’s pocket. “Noah,” Elijah scolded, grabbing hold of the three year old’s tiny hand. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Apparently I’m raising a pickpocket.”
Timestamp: Week 2 Character: Vanessa Perry Location: Diner
It was ten in the morning and the gossip mill was running as quick as a hamster did on their wheel. Something about city hall and Instagram, Vanessa Perry couldn’t resist scrolling through her phone as she stuffed crispy hashbrowns in her mouth. He is the man who sees. The fuck did that even mean? The timing of it all seemed a bit insidious. “Who you think did it?” She leaned over the table and flipped her phone to show the person sitting across from her, arm just a bit constricted in her uniform. “And what is the point, like are they trying to scare out our tourists because I don’t think it’s doing shit.”
𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍
OPPOSITE: OPEN SETTING: GROCERY STORE CHARACTER: JULIET
She was doing a grocery run in town, using one of the three motorized carts to get around the store. But she’s wearing long sweats and sneakers and from most angles her prosthetic isn’t perceptible. Her cane is on the cart, as are her items and purse. Juliet hadn’t been paying attention to the woman glaring at her while she did her shopping, but Juliet approached a section where the item was too high, so she got up from the cart and took down two options to compare, reading the labels to make her decision.
Before she can decide though, she turns around to the sound of the cart’s subtle engine and the woman’s muttered disdainful comment as she guides the cart away and out of Juliet’s reach. She makes two steps into the aisle, utterly baffled. “What are you doing!?” she says loudly, the woman replies with a disdainful muttering. “You’re just messing around! You don’t need this! I saw you walk! You’re a faker!” Juliet gapes at her. “Excuse me! Bring me back my cart, that’s absolutely none of your goddamn business!” She absolutely refuses to chase this woman down. Especially because she’s having a bad pain day. Her can and purse are still on the cart. “You’re not the fucking cart authority, bring that back!” she shouts.
~~ Timestamp: Week 1 - Workplace Opposite: Open Character: Ariel
ariel just opened for the day, her greenhouse freshly supplied with new fertilizer and all her plants had been watered on schedule. she was going through her checklist, something that her brain absolutely needed or she’d go insane. she was talking to herself, mumbling plant names as she walked up and down the aisle’s of her little shop. She was waiting to fulfill some orders, trying to figure out what she would stock next. She heard the trip wire go off, a doorbell whenever someone pulled up to the property. She waited until the engine cut off before she called out, “In the back!” hoping that one of her clients had shown themselves.
timestamp: oo1 workplace who: open
Bee keeping and honey vending were all new to Annabel. She’d been at it for a few years now, but still, there was so much to the craft that she had to learn. It gave her something to do, though. Something that wasn’t worrying about a failing church or caring for a husband who was only half alive. This gave her something to concentrate on, something to occupy her mind and her hands... and selling gave her a reason to remain connected to the people in town. Recently, she’d been experimenting with different flavor combinations. “I’ve still got all the classic flavors,” she explained. Blueberry, Blackberry, Orange Blossom, and Coffee all tended to do well. “I’ve also added a few new ones -- buckwheat, sage, and alfalfa. What can I do you for?”
Timestamp: Week 1 — REMINDER. Character: Shane Anthony
Shane, despite his profession, actually did not care for the news. So, when mentions of the thirtieth-year anniversary rapidly approaching started, he couldn’t help but mull on that quite a bit. Loads of questions ran through his head and of course, Shane had the empathy to not say anything, but curiosity took over. If he were from a place that had a horrendous event that made the news, he wouldn’t want anything to do with it, but he’d heard of people who stayed, even after everything had unfolded and died down. Remembering it? Fuck that. “What is it like?” He thought out loud, eyes burning a hole into the news on the television that hung above the bar counter of the tavern. Glancing down at his golden drink, he exhaled. He was nosy and he was pretty sure most of Mistpitch knew that. He’d never intended to cross any lines, though. “I’m just…Alaska’s never had this type of attention, so I would imagine it’s…invasive,” he settled on that word only because it felt like so to him and he had arrived long after the murders. Murders that intrigued him to dig in. Disappearances that made him metaphorically tilt his head.
𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 — 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍
OPPOSITE: OPEN CHARACTER: winnie
“I’m Winnie Bearheart, and I run this place! I’m your mama this summer, but keep in mind what they say about mama bears!” Her speech isn’t new, she gives a similar spiel at orientation every year. Winnie steps down from her make-shift pulpit just off the deck of HQ Building, grinning at her little crowd. “You’ve been given itineraries! All my counselors: orientation starts at four, until then, enjoy the food! If you’ve got any questions, find a manager or come see me.” Winnie dismisses them all with a wave of her hands, and starts heading to the tables where an assortment of food is ready and waiting.
𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍
LOCATION: NORKFOLK SUMMER CAMP / HQ BUILDING CHARACTER: juliet
She’s been lying out on the large front deck of HQ Building on a lounge chair, enjoying the mid-morning sun after it had been raining the day before. Settling in to the swing of things at Norfolk Summer Camp has been pretty easy, the amenities are clean and accessible and quaint and she has a clear data connection to get work done during off hours. The head of the camp had a golf cart available for her too if the hills were too hard for her and she already loved waking up to the sunshine at dawn and the cool mountain air in the morning.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up reaches her ears and she sits up, standing and stepping over to the banister. Juliet leans on it and watches the car pull into the guest parking area across the lot. “Morning!” she calls out, giving a wave.
