#hemlock.starter

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who: open @hemlockstarters where: the grocery store

Aria liked to believe that she was self-sufficient. After she’d left home at eighteen, she’d had no one else to depend on. Just herself. But there were some things that even the most self sufficient person couldn’t do. “Hey,” Aria called to the person beside her. It pained her to have to ask for help, but she’d spent the last five minutes reaching and stretching and completely failing in grabbing the item that was just out of reach of her fingertips. She huffed a little, pointing. “Mind grabbing that for me. I’m a little vertically challenged.”

[fairytailskiesarchived]

status: open ( 4/4 @hemlockstarters ) location: twilight park

"Sksksks!" Andreas was trying to get the attention of the orange kitten, who sat meowing in one of the many trees around the park. He wanted it to move a little closer to the edge of the branch so he could reach up to carefully help the little guy down. Unfortunately, despite all his efforts, the kitten was not going for it. Brown eyes shift their gaze from the kitten to the area around him, spotting someone in the distance he thinks could possibly help him. "Hey!" Andreas shouts, waving a hand in the persons direction, beckoning them over. "Sorry to interrupt your day," he begins, giving an apologetic grin, "but I've got a small situation on my hands." He leads the way over to where the kitten was stuck in the tree, looking up at it, "I've been trying to get this little guy down, but no dice. Do you think you could spot him in case he tries to jump, if I climb up to try and get him from the branch?"

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who: open @hemlockstarters

"Ahoy," Ethan announced, swinging his arm and scrunching up his face. "September 19th: National Talk like a Pirate Day. How are we celebrating?"

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who: open @hemlockstarters where: bella's books

Sebastian ran his fingers gingerly over the shelves of books. They’d received a new shipment just this morning and he’d yet to organize them all. In his personal space, Seb thrived on chaos. His room was an amalgamation of torn papers featuring lines he'd thought of or overheard and wanted to include in one story or the other and piles of books he’d yet to read, but in his professional life, Sebastian craved organization. He needed things to remain in their own spaces, which wasn’t always feasible in a space so controlled by patrons. Sighing, the bookshop clerk slipped a novel into its appropriately alphabetical space and glanced over his shoulder. “Feel free to browse,” he commented. “If there’s anything you need, I’m happy to assist.”

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who: open

Oscar couldn’t say that he loved his job. Most days, he simply tolerated it. He supposed that he could always leave, do something else — maybe even open up his own dessert shop. That felt like more of a possibility when he’d been young and life had been full of dreams. Now, he was simply grateful that he had some sort of creative outlet. At least, that’s how he felt on most days. The annual wellness days, though, he felt differently. “It’s usually crowded,” he complained, “but this year seems to be worse than usual. It’s almost like someone emailed the entire guest list a coupon code that I’m not aware of because I’ve never seen so many people at the resort. At this point, we’re rolling out generic desserts.”

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for: open ( @hemlockstarters ) location: l'arte district, fall art exhibit

Xander had been wandering the fall art exhibit for at least forty-five minutes by now, admiring the different styles on display. Various paintings adorned the walls and a couple of sculptures were roped off around the exhibit. He stopped in front of one particular photo, envisioning himself in it. Sometimes he wished he could jump into certain paintings, like The Starry Night. At the moment it was the one in front of him, even if he couldn't tell where the road started and ended in it. As far as he knew, art was a matter of perspective. He could be looking at this photo entirely lost but perhaps the person next to him was a different case. He turns to them, automatically offering an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt your day." He looks back to the painting in front of them, "When you look at this, do you see where the road begins and ends? That's not a trick question. I swear. I am genuinely trying to figure it out."