#dphq:starter

[thatguyriggs]

open starter: @panic-hub​

Riggs rubbed at his eyes. He was up earlier than he’d like today. Stupid dream’s fault. Then again ‘comfortable’ wasn’t exactly the word he’d use to describe whatever space he managed to carve for himself in the Hometown Hotdogs store room. But it was the first night. He was sure it’d get better – or he’d care less – once his body got used to all of the oh-so-wonderful smells and sounds in there. Least he hoped it would. The low hum of the freezer wasn’t exactly the most appealing thing to fall asleep to. On the bright side of things, he managed to stun his supervisor into a minute long silence by getting their quaint hotdog joint ready for business before ol’ J-Dog even managed to clock in this morning. I’m not paying you extra for this, was what Jason told him the moment he wasn’t too stunned to speak. Not that Riggs was expecting a reward. He didn’t work for Hometown Hotdogs because they were generous after all. But waking up early and doing all of that work to keep himself occupied was taking a toll on him. Now here he was, manning the stand, when all he really wanted was a fucking nap. “Would you like a hot dog that could kill you or a hot dog that could kill you with stuff on it?” He asked the person that approached their stall. “Options are a-plenty in this here establishment.” He told the onlooker in his tired drawl, gesturing lazily to the small selection of condiments they offered.

[pipparossi]

STATUS: Open WHERE: The Windy Shot Bar & Grill WHEN: Evening, 8PM-ish, June 24th (the night before her birthday)

The Windy Shot wasn’t normally where you’d find Pippa. In fact, it was one of the last places you’d ever find her. But tonight, she felt the need for change. Something different. And perhaps something stronger than a glass of water or her usual cup of tea. She felt awkward taking a seat by the bar, out of place amongst its usual patrons, but she figured it would provide her with the best opportunity to talk to someone tonight. Even if it was just to the bartender. Movies told her bartenders delivered great conversation. Sometimes just the conversation you might need on a night like this. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. She had four hours. Four hours until it was midnight. She sighed. Looking around, she caught the eye of someone passing her. "Hey–” She started, feeling like such a nuisance already and she’s only said a single word. “Um, sorry.” She pressed her lips together – a bit embarrassed – before carrying on. “What– What’s your favorite drink here?” Was that a weird way to start a conversation? Probably. Crap. Pippa added to her words. “I’m just looking to try something new and I don’t really know what to get,” she admitted, slight flush to her cheeks. The last time she was at The Windy Shot was three years ago and she’d ordered a beer that she hated every drop of.

[darby-briar]

“Just so y’all know, I’m here because everybody is here, not because I think this is a good idea or nothin’ cos it ain’t,” Darby announced, though absolutely nobody had given her any sort of reason to thrust such a declaration upon them - though it didn’t stop her from continuing, “I still think anybody jumpin’ tonight is as dumb as a box of hair,” she would claim that she was there for nothing more than to embrace the community spirit and yet she wasn’t sparing any opportunity to insult the community members who had decided to play Panic that year. Go figure. 

“I mean, surely you ain’t jumpin’, are ya?”  she posed the question but it lacked sincerity, perhaps due to the somewhat facetious look on her face. It was true that she didn’t know who was or who wasn’t jumping but she wasn’t asking out of the God lovin’ goodness of her heart, no sir, she was asking so she knew who to judge most harshly that evening. 

[jo-williams]

open starter @panic-hub​ when: the day after the jump, evening where: prosper park 

josie had slept through the night, blissfully unware of who took part in the antics the night before. of course there was talk of it at work, but josie had her son to take care of so she couldn’t go out to follow the clues to devil’s mouth like half the county did. plus, for some reason, all of the sitters in town were busy. odd. but now that she was off work, she could sense that there was something in the air after whatever happened happened. hushed voices talking to each other, people looking over their shoulders. or maybe it was always like that and josie was just paying attention now. 

having just picked up johnny from day care, josie decided it was nice enough to let the little guy play at the park. mostly it was selfish, wanting him to get out the last of his energy before taking him home and worrying about dinner and getting things done for the night. sitting on one of the benches, half watching johnny and half reading a book she’s been working on for months, she was so close to finishing it but found herself putting off getting to the end. looking up from her book when someone had joined her, she offered a smile. “do you ever get that empty feeling when you finish a book, or is that just me?” she asked, setting the book down on her lap. “maybe i just don’t like endings.”

[alec-chance]

open starter @panic-hub​ when: 4th of july, 1997 where: prosper park

alec was not patriotic but he sure did love an excuse to get day drunk in public and blow shit up when it came time for fireworks. although, he did that shit most days, but at least it was socially acceptable on a holiday like today. sitting on an old beat up lawn chair with a six pack cans of budweiser by his feet, he cracked one open as the high school marching band did a questionable rendition of the star spangled banner. “i feel like we should make a drinking game out of how many flat notes they make so this is a little more bearable,” he said to the nearest person with a laugh. “you with me?”

[bashonline]

time: late afternoon, summer solstice party location: out front of a closed ‘coal camp’ with: open starter @panic-hub​

Don’t get him wrong, Bash was grateful to have the day off work. However, it wasn’t helpful that it just happened to be on the same night that he had accidently left his insulin in the fridge at the back of the break room. Bash wasn’t completely incompetent, he had his fair share of vials at home - but leaving extremely expensive medicine in the dingy & untrustworthy work fridge did not bode well. 

He’d broken away from the party the moment he’d realised and quickly hoofed it back to Coal Camp, in hopes that the door would be left open, to no avail. Stupid responsible boss! With a huff, Bash located an open window at a height that was just out of reach because of course it was. Being 5″7 had no perks. He attempted to get himself up to the ledge via trash can, and even some ambitious jumping but with no results. “Lord Jesus, if you’re real, please help me out. If not, I’ll make sure I’m buried in a Jewish cemetery when I die just to spite you,” Bash muttered, eyes shut and hands clasped together.

It seemed the threat was leverage enough though, as moments after Bash notice a figure out of the corner of his eye. Whipping around, the man gave an enthusiastic and desperate wave. “Hello, hi! I need some help, please!” He called out, pointing up at the window. “Can I get a boost?”

[rhett-miller]

date: july 4th, 1997 location: prosper park availability: open @panic-hub​

The booth was set up nicely, placed deliberately a few feet into the entrance of Prosper park so they could catch as much traffic as possible. The youth and high school athletics groups had come together to do a bake sale/concession stand during the event. If they were able to raise enough, it meant more equipment and possibly being able to go to training camps for some of them. Rhett was busy making sure everyone was in place and greeting those who came up. Then, of course, making sure Daisy and Colt were staying nearby so he could keep an eye on them. Prosper was a fairly safe place, but it only took one malicious person to change that. It was better just to be safe. 

He stood behind one of the younger players he coached for baseball while they greeted a customer. “Hey, what can we get for you today?” The younger one motioned to the sign behind them to show what they had. “And beyond all that we got here a mess of baked treats and some sparklers for the young or young at heart. All proceeds go to the athletics program here in Lockhorn county.” He finished the pitch with a smile and a quick nod.

[thatguyriggs]

STATUS: Open @panic-hub​ WHERE: The Devil’s Mouth WHEN: June 28th, some time after his jump

Riggs couldn’t be the only one who was hungry right now. He looked around, scanning the crowd. He was surprised to find people only nursing beers or pop but hardly anyone was snacking on something. You’d think people would bring something to munch on to watch the most exciting thing to ever happen to Lockhorn come back after 15 years but no siree Bob, everyone was snack-less as ever. Jeez, did these people eat air when they went to see movies too? Guess he was the only one who thought he’d need an energy boost after whatever the first challenge Panic was. He burrowed his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a bag of peanuts, tearing the pack open with his teeth and shoveling a handful into his mouth. After watching a couple of people trek up to the Tooth and dive on down, Riggs came to an understanding of why no one would want to snack during this thing. Your stomach got that weird feeling whenever someone made the leap, falling to your ass for a split second when you weren’t sure if they were going to hit the rocks or the water. It killed his appetite real quick, leaving him holding the small snack in his hands as he watched contestant after contestant make their way up to the Tooth and down into the Devil’s Mouth. Some moments after his appetite died, Riggs felt eyes on him, turning his head to speak to whoever was staring at him. Or more particularly, what he had in his hands. “Want some of my nuts?” He asked, a small grin forming. “They’re nice and salty.”