#mtos:starter

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open starter – —  cassandra ╰ location: gymnasium

She understood using physical exertion as a coping mechanism all too well. In her experience though, it was not an excuse to be sloppy and especially not a good reason to take one's frustration on their opponent. Cassandra prided herself on her ability to remain coolheaded, one of the handful of gifts from her training with the League of Assassins. But between balancing her own reality of being dead and irritation at this disaster of a spar, her patience was wearing thin.

"Say what is on your mind. You might feel better."

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open starter – —  cora  ╰ location: ember bakery

The thing she had loved about baking as a young pup was the precision when creating the desserts and the creativity and freedom that came with decorating (not that she had been good at decorating, nor had the time after the fire to develop the skills). The best part though was making yummy things for her family, the looks on her sibling and cousin's faces, doing a thing that could cheer them up, bring comfort.

Cora hadn't kept up with too much baking while in Brazil. The impetus to make sweets had dwindled without her pack. Maybe a birthday cake here and there or some pão de queijo every so often. Working at the bakery wouldn't have been her expected career path, you know... if she were still alive. Cora had plans, hopes, dreams that she just started allowing herself to believe in finally reuniting with her remaining family.

For now though, she enjoyed the routine, using her hands to make something good and nourishing, the freedom to experiment with flavors, the feeling of being useful. There were parts of the job she struggled with, customer service being the main one. It was hard to keep a smile as the custom cake instructions kept going.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat what you want... from the beginning? And also maybe consider less wants cause I'm the only baker and frankly I'm not that good."

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open starter – —  velma  ╰ location: library

How much caffeine was too much caffeine? Probably something she should have considered before returning to the table with two mugs of coffee. Whatever was happening in this town, she planned to get to the bottom of it. Most cases had been hoaxes. Of course, more recent encounters such as the zombies and ghosts were evidence that the supernatural was real. But Velma believed in man's folly more than the grim reaper and her best weapon was knowledge.

Looking at the two mugs in her hands, they popped their head over to the person at the neighboring table.

"Can I interest you in coffee? I don't think it's smart to subject my body to this much caffeine."

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daphne blake lingered between the racks at second threads, idly flipping through a hanger before letting it fall back into place with a soft rustle. “okay,” she exclaimed, turning her focus from the variety of clothing towards the other in the shop. “this place is like the world’s chicest time capsule. i mean—,” she lifted up a soft lavender satin slip dress trimmed with delicate lace at the hem, holding it up against herself with a thoughtful tilt of her head. “isn’t this, like… so effortlessly glamorous in a ‘midnight at a rooftop party in 1920s paris’ kind of way?”