#interaction.event

[emelinecormier]

— jeanie prabhaker performance arts festival.

Holding two beers, Emmy set off in search of the woman she was supposed to be meeting. Unfortunately for a complete stranger, that particular woman wasn't the one she ended up bumping into, nearly spilling one of the beers that thankfully only spit out a few drops of alcohol at the jarring movement. Her gaze settled on the other, brow furrowing apologetically. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. That could have been so much worse, damn." She swallowed her regret as she steadied the glasses in her hands that had previously been filled to the brim. "Are you okay? Guess this is what I get for trying to carry all of the legwork in my marriage. Just kidding. My wife is fantastic, don't tell her I said that."

@jeanieprabhakar

[mollywilliams]

— atlas williams post-dunk tank, performance arts festival.

As soon as she saw it was her brother who sat atop the bench in the dunk tank, Molly had to take her shot and she was willing to give her entire paycheck that week to make it. Thankfully, it had only taken two throws to completely submerge the man that she shared an unfortunate parental lineage with thanks to her skills as an all-star baseball player when she was a kid. She laughed loudly and handed her three extra throws off to the kid behind her before making her way closer to the dunk tank as Atlas climbed his way out of the water and back onto the bench. "Guess your girl didn't do too much damage to my pitching arm after all," She quipped, holding up the arm that had previously been encased in a cast, stretching her fingers out a few times for emphasis. She would've made a joke about how it paid to have a dad who played catch with her when she was a kid, but she wasn't a complete monster. "Tell me, is it as cold as it looks? If you were worried about how to stop your overpopulation of this city, I'm sure you won't have to worry anymore."

@atlaswilliams

[sagefranklin]

— alicia miller-garcia magic show, performance arts festival.

Magicians seemed to do the trick when it came to keeping two toddlers entertained, eyes trained on the man on the stage pulling scarves out of hats and cutting his assistant in two — thankfully a novel concept that didn't seem so gruesome to Hazel and Maggie. It allowed the two adults some time to catch up, talking in low whispers as to not disturb the crowd around them as they were captivated by the performance. "So how are you and Ben doing? Hopefully working yourselves just a little less now that it's so nice outside," Sage pointed out, knowing just how busy their careers could get. "Sometimes I miss the rush of a three-day shift, but there's something about being your own boss that's just really nice sometimes."

@aliciamillergarcia

[coraxclark]

location: wonderwell science museum, spring extravaganza. status: closed for @leoxgutierrez​

“You may be wondering why I’ve dragged you all the way out here,” Cora started as she approached her friend on the stairs of the museum. It had been a few weeks since they last spoke, every day passing by achingly slow as a dark hole began to develop in her life where Leo should have been. Okay, a little dramatic, but she did feel like she was positively withering away without the man’s conversation to keep her entertained. “And it is one-hundred-percent for the planetarium show. The city sucks for stars, so I come here some times to live my best life.” She softly laughed, a slight roll of her eyes as she glanced toward the entrance to the museum. “I also wanted to hang out because I spent the afternoon shopping with Ever a few weeks ago and I wanna know you’re doing alright.” 

[emelinecormierarchive]

location: spring fling, downtown. status: closed for @valeriedurmaz​

Warm weather was something Emmy was always excited to bask in. She could be outside doing anything during the spring and summer and she wouldn’t mind it at all, because the world seemed infinitely more alive when the sun is beating down on it. Except maybe exercising, because who, with actual free will, would spend a warm day doing that? So when it came to leaving the restaurant for a bit to stroll through the spring festival happening downtown, eyeing the crafts and other items being sold, it was something she couldn’t resist. It was probably the one of the only times Emmy didn’t seem to mind when kids bobbed and weaved around her, running up and down the street as they participated in some kind of pre-holiday scavenger hunt. Part of her was in the middle of wondering if Jack was there with Mars when she swerved to avoid a running toddler and instead bumped into someone near a wine tasting tent. “Sorry, I-.” Her words halted, caught in her throat as she caught sight of the hoodie the person was wearing, faded and worn letters spelling out Louisiana Culinary Institute, Baton Rouge on a weathered grey. Her gaze lifted until it met familiar brown and her heart pounded in her chest, confusion growing. She recognized the hoodie as one she had owned years ago, one that she had gotten from the few months she actually attended the culinary institute before realizing it wasn’t for her and dropping out, and of course, the one hoodie that didn’t seem to make it to Providence Peak with her when she moved. “I was wondering where that went.”

[mollywilliams]

— dylan westwick friday night, performance arts festival.

Leaning against a tree, off to the side of the crowd that had gathered for the comedian currently cracking jokes on the large stage that had been constructed for the event, Molly found herself nursing the slushie she'd scored moments earlier, the airplane bottle of vodka she'd added only highlighting the sour apple flavor she'd chosen to go with. There was a moment when she thought she caught a glance of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, only to turn her gaze toward the woman and realize that she did, in fact, know her. "Dylan!" She called out, loudly, despite being only a few feet from the person in question. It was easier than leaving her spot against the tree to track the other down to talk, though talking to the woman who was once her mortal enemy had to be more entertaining than the cheesy jokes coming from the man on the stage. "Long time no see, huh? Check it out," She lifted her previously broken wrist in the other's direction. "Cast free now."

@dylan-westwick

[emelinecormier]

location: deja brew’s coffee cart, spring extravaganza. status: closed for @aksel-polat​

Two coffees were clutched tightly in her hand, stepping away from the coffee cart as she turned back toward the rest of the festival, already crawling with an unsavory amount of people at an even more unsavory time of day. She had just checked up on the restaurant, made sure the staff on for the day had open and prepped correctly, before she went in search of coffee - an extra coffee with the intent to deliver it to Tyler’s Summit Lake home in hopes that the other would talk to her about what had happened the night at the hotel. Instead, Emmy stopped short of the festival, recognizing a face in the line at the coffee cart. “Aksel?” Her brow furrowed in question as she glanced at the woman who was both the sister of one of her favorite employees and the ex of her best friend. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other sooner. I just left from checking up on your brother at the restaurant... he’s a menace.” A soft chuckle fell from her lips with a shake of her head. “I’m just kidding, he’s actually one of my favorites, just don’t go telling the others.”

[emelinecormier]

location: outside of the jagged yard, downtown. status: closed for @verdadurmaz​

The Jagged Yard kicking off the city’s spring festival had never been more convenient than it was that night, Emmy finding herself downing a few Spring Flings like she had done every Saturday night for the last month, the dancing and excitement that comes with Coyote Night a nice distraction from the nerves that bubbled up every week knowing that as soon as she was outside of the building’s doors she’d find herself pressing the same contact on her phone as she had for the three Saturdays prior, the voice on the other side keeping her company while she walked the few dozen blocks back to her apartment in University Heights. This time, she barely waited until she was out of the bar, thumb already pressing the contact name for Ver that hadn’t been changed since they were dating, as she leaned against the brick siding of the building, pulling a cigarette from her pocket as though that would change the fact that she had just consumed more cocktails than she could count on a hand and tomorrow would surely not be kind to her. A few rings went by, the call connected and the voice on the other side greeted her. Her own lips twisted into a grin, forgetting about the way that what happened between her and Ty made her stomach twist, and instead greeted the other. “You know you don’t have to give me courtesy rings, we both know you were impatiently waiting by the phone.”