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[bloodmoneyshared]

A Night at the Pub - Starter

It had been a hell of a day.

{TW: Mentions of alcohol consumption}

The morning sky had been the same stormy shade of blue that always heralded a night of skin-splitting wind and the type of rain men his age felt in their knees. That kind of weather made Hector want to stay home with a hot cup of coffee. Instead, he had a laundry list of shit to do. The warehouse at the docks was old enough that the local sailors had been climbing up his ass about repairs for the past month, but he'd only gotten enough lumber to start a day prior. Two of the freight ships were due to have the barnacles cracked off their hulls. One of the old tourist ferries had broken down, but that was something he intended to put off given the lack of tourists. Last but not least, a fishing ship was supposed to bring in more of the experimental drug the Mayor wanted.

That job required his full attention.

At the end of the day, the whole lot of bull exhausted him. He was getting too old for the mantle he wore. If the Mayor's money wasn't so nice, Hector would have retired a long time ago. Maybe he could have bought the Black Pearl before Jack went and lost it to the Swann girl. No point in lamenting would'ves and could'ves.

If he'd bought the distillery, it wouldn't be some wannabe posh hangout. He'd have left it as-is, all the old charm of a fisherman's bar lost to the tastes of some townie girl. That's why his old ass only frequented the bar at the Jolly Roger. If he ignored the chatter of boys who looked too young to be hanging around a place like this, it was pleasant enough.

The bartender poured drinks stronger than they should be, and didn't overcharge for cheap whiskey. Sometimes when Hector found himself in a chipper mood, he'd even order some of their top shelf scotch($20 a pour was nothing to scoff at) and savour it some.

Tonight he wasn't so lucky.

All Barbossa craved a quiet night where he could nurse a few drinks, pull his coat tight, and wander home in the pleasant warmth of a buzz; instead, someone slid onto the barstool beside them and bumped his side in the process. Cornflower blue eyes had darkened to slate in the shadows of the bar, and he curled his lip into a scowl as he sat up a little straighter.

"Half the damn bar is empty." Hector was used to sharpening his tone into a cutting-edge, employing the skill as he spoke. "If yer down here, it's to ask me a favor or annoy the piss outta me. Make it quick."

[thexcuriousxone]

Alice was meticulous with her costume. Her hair had been teased into place and her make up had been redone at least five times until she was finally satisfied. It was Halloween if she wasn’t going to go all out then what was the point. She lingered for a moment at the edge of the town square merely people watching, taking in everyone’s costumes. Absentmindedly humming along to whatever song was playing, she wasn’t even really paying enough attention to be able to name the song. Suddenly an impish creature darted past her, instantly she was zero in on it. She recognized the little bugger immediately, it had been taunting her for weeks and she had yet to catch the thing. It wasn’t there of course, a side effect of her habits. 

Without thinking she took off after the thing, weaving in and out of the crowd. The people shouting at her and the music faded into the background. All she could see was that stupid creature finally within reach. When her sleeve somehow managed to get tangled with someone else. “Shit!” This was it’s doing she just knew it, it was toying with her, tormenting her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how this happened. That’s what I get for wearing something long and billowy I guess.” Her fingers made frantic work of trying to untangle it but only seemed to make it worse.

[thcanvil]

Open!

Ezra was having a bad day.

Firstly, it had started raining on his jaunt out of the workshop, drenching him before he made it to the hardware store. His shoes squelched on the linoleum as he stalked down the aisles, pushing his damp hair back from his eyes as he searched for the size of bolts he needed. He cursed softly under his breath as he squatted down, dripping rainwater onto the floor as he pulled open the desired drawer to find it empty.

He sat back on his heels with a sigh of frustration. Drenched for nothing. Ezra stood, resigned to a damp walk back to the workshop empty-handed.

He exited the aisle, hair flopping back into his eyes, blinding him for just the right amount of time to bump into someone.

“Excuse me,” he chuckled, pushing his hair out of his eyes with one hand and steadying the other person with his free hand.

[spendfcrever]

Despite loving their job as a teacher, Elinor could not deny the sense of relief that the summer months brought. When there would be nothing to grade, nothing to write to parents about, and most importantly, no teenage boys stinking on their classroom with Axe body spray... The smells of the sea breeze and tanning spray were much preferred, even if the zinc was currently layered up on Elinor's nose like battle paint.

"I think your freckles are starting to come out!" They chuckled, handing over the bottle of coconut-scented sunscreen, "Or at least a few spots - you didn't come out here without me, did you?"

( open starter )

[bloodmoneyshared]

After the Storm

Open starter for @godscobhhq

Looking at the carnage gave him a headache, no hangover or hard work required.

The storm's wrath had come out of nowhere, pelting the town with rain like bullets as the wind tore at old buildings and moored boats. Some of the vessels barely survived. Paint had been scraped off the hull from smacking the docks while others were total losses. A quarter of them had sunk into the shallow harbor, and he'd nearly lost some of his workers to the choppy water right along with 'em.

After they'd managed to tie down the most expensive of the lot, he'd ordered them all home. He'd taken extra time to shore up the warehouse for the mayor, lest he lose his income to the water like his did his ships.

Water flooded half of it all the same, consuming parts of the docks with its hungry maw. Nothing he could do about that but set out the neck day. Men wirh buckets and shovels milled about, others worked to pull wreckage from the sea to salvage what they could. Of all the buildings, the docks seemed to have taken the hardest beating. More work for him, of course.

He'd dressed for the labor. Long boots protected his faded jeans from the water, a flannel kept him warm against the chill mist rain left in its wake. Even a hat had been tugged on as he left his house despite the itch of the wool. No point in risking a cold when he would already be working his ass off to fix the mess.

"Frank, get the damn buoys back out before someone sails into the shallows. "Ragetti, go check on the lighthouse- huh? Yeah yeah Pintel go with 'em." The title of harbormaster came with spending half the job yelling what to do to, considering most the staff had half a brain. He was already deep into the autopilot of command.

This meant when someone not in his employ pulled up, they got an order shouted their way. It took Hector an additional minute to realize who it was, grumbling under his breath.

"Sorry 'bout that. Mid-repairs. Storm blew my head crooked and it ain't back on straight yet."

[tootleloo-timothy]

where: ambrosia coffee & tea | when: morning | whom: open to all

Tim is on a roll this morning, working through the rush with ease. There's just a few more drinks to make and then they're in a calm time until the lunch rush.

He gets the last of the to-go orders called and then finished up the large mug of matcha on a saucer with the chocolate croissant to take out to the floor.

He slips through the lingering crowd with ease and places the mug and pastry plate on the table.

"There we go, fresh matcha, and the croissant just came out of the oven. Can I get you anything else?"

[bete-du-manoir]

where: beach | when: afternoon | whom: open to all

With summer here, Adam's running paths shift as do his habits. Like how his runs take him along the beach. Or how it's hot enough that he doesn't even bother wearing shirts to run.

He also stops more, wanting to take in the scenery like the bright green of the trees or the bright sky reflected in the ocean, glinting with the warm sun.

And the scenery gets very distracting which is how he ends up crashing into someone when he'd just started to run after another break.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," he says, scrambling to keep the poor victim from crashing to the pavement.

[grey-eyed-thea]

where: troian palace | when: evening | whom: open to all

With the turn to summer, Thea feels better about staying out of her house in the evenings more. Warm summer air mixed with the cool see breeze on her skin. It's her favorite time of the year, makes her feel at home.

So during the spring and summer she has a standing weekly reservation at Troian Palace that she rarely ever misses. Most times she's alone but it's an easy way to remain personally or professionally social. Friends and close colleagues all have open invitations to join her and sometimes when she wants a work meeting outside of the courthouse, she'll meet here.

She looks up from the card with the day's specials when her guest is brought to the table.

"You made it," she says with a polite smile.