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She watched two drunken people stumble through the kitchen. Wasn’t it like, too early to be this blacked out? One person knocked down a figurine and it landed to the floor with a crash! Kasee merely sighed. “So, how long you think until we have to start paying for things because people won’t just use a bed to fuck around?”
— ONE OF ROWENA’S FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT THE FACTORY was surprisingly the kitchen. she had grown up in one and if there was one thing she had brought to the factory was her passion for food, especially anything that was sweet. she had the habit of taking a break from her music and just cooking there, eventually leaving always a pie in the fridge for anyone who wanted a piece or even a cake if it was anyone's birthday, it was her way to wind down and relax. that day she had decided to tackle vegan cranberry white chocolate cookies and after a couple of hours they were already nicely placed on a tray and the kitchen was once again clean. she sat down in one of the island benches and tried one to check if they were good before turning to the closest person she could find “ do you want one ? ” ro offered with a soft smile.
location: the rooftop
last time he checked the clock, it was around 1:20 am. that was about three hours ago. he’s been there for quite the while now, spending his night with a copy of arthur miller’s all my sons, few pills, light joints and enough stella artois. currently, he’s sprawled out on a daybed, under a blanket, with eyes closed, the book resting in his lap. on a nearby table, a radio. it fills the space with soft static noise. it’s only painful if you mind. but todd? he’s too far gone, way relaxed, doesn’t even flinch at the sound of presence. seconds pass. eyes open, gaze moves slowly towards the person. he offers a small, polite smile. “oh. good evening.” he doesn’t seem familiar with the concept of time. he watches the other, kinda studying their expression, kinda zoning back out. “it’s been like this the whole darn day.” he informs, vaguely gesturing the stereo. “they’re trying to contact us, i assume. have been for hours, maybe... needed someone to talk to?”
OPEN. Possible locations: rooftop, alleyway, fire escape, whatever you feel tbh!
It was late — if you were one of those sheeple who bought into the whole concept of time. For the informed, it was not an odd hour whatsoever. Just dark, that was all. Morrigan was waiting for an appointment, or whatever the right term was for it in this case... so alright, maybe there was such a thing as time after all. In any case, her patience was being tried. Finally she heard footsteps behind her. Without turning around to look at their source she said ominously, “I’ve been expecting you.”
LOCATION: Rooftop / TIME: 3:12 AM / STATUS: Open
SLEEP just didn’t happen that often for Liam anymore. With school, work, and band practice, he didn’t have time to get a decent night’s sleep. He honestly probably could use a break and a long weekend where he could just sleep and not worry about everything. But of course, he wasn’t going to get a break for a while. Liam had no idea what time it was when he’d made his way from his shift at work to The Factory so he could work on homework without having to lug all himself all the way back home. Feet dangling over the side of the pool, he hummed under his breath while he attempted to get through the book he was supposed to be reading on finances. Except his brain just kept thinking about the composition he wanted to be working on. He felt himself beginning to doze off, until his head dropped and his book almost went in the pool. “Do I look as crappy as I feel?” he asked, setting the book to the side.
OPEN STARTER. location: the factory rooftop.
he’d been drinking the night before. that’s how most of his visits to the factory usually panned out. alec would show up, schmooze his way into conversation with some of the most interesting, upcoming figures at the place & then do his own thing for the rest of the night ( with company too, depending on the evening ). though, he couldn’t quite remember what that was this time. he could gather that he’d definitely had one too many-- he could still feel the effects, his vision slightly blurred ( even though he’d been too drowsy after first waking up to notice his glasses were missing ) & a headache he could only hope would smooth over in a couple of hours. he was on the daybed alone, which indicated that he’d either passed out by himself or whoever he was with skipped out on him before he realized. alec groaned, resting back against the head of the bed. taking a moment to come around, the first thing he could notice was the morning sky. it’s varying shades of blue & orange softened by his lack of focus, melting together to create something beautiful. “woah,” he said in awe, speaking out to no one but himself. “you don’t see that every day.”
open to: everyone location: factory bedroom time: 10:45 AM, saturday
cross-legged, airpods nestled into her ears, eyes closed, and head pounding with a raging hangover from the night before, frankie sat on a yoga mat and tried her best to focus on her breathing as the meditation instructor spoke through her headphones. after about four minutes of the inability to clear her mind — she finally let out a sigh all but ripped the airpods out of her ears and opened her eyes. “okay, nothing is going to cure this hangover. i give up.”
the factory group chat
cassie i think i’m starting to see why my brother loves this place so much cassie it is pretty epic to be honest
