#mwevent05

[n-slick-blog]

Shockingly, it had been months since Trent had picked up his guitar. What with the divorce, the drinking, and the move, time had just slipped away and the guitar had stayed in its case. He’d brought it, of course, he’d brought all of his guitars since he had a few, but he’d never even unpacked them. Now this whole flood evacuation thing left him with....well, not much to do, truth be told. His new business was back in Muddy, though it would be just his luck if it got wiped out in the flood, and while it was Chicago and there was lots to do, Trent found himself not wanting to do much of it. It made him kind of anxious, actually, being back in a big city. He’d gone to Muddy to try and escape that, after all, and the crazy energy of it all. It was more tempting now than ever to wander down to a bar where no one would know or recognize him and drown himself in a bottle but he was doing his best to resist that urge, at least for now. He might have to get Holden to lock him in the room if it got much worse. For now, though, he’d actually picked up his guitar and headed down to Rec Room B in the motel. Olivia was out and about, actually seeming happy for the first time since the move, and only because they were back in the city. He’d given her a few hours to go exploring only the surrounding neighbourhood and to keep her phone on, but she seemed happy enough just to be back in a city that had a real shopping mall. If she was more focused on that than her homsickness, Trent would consider that a win.

The Rec Room was actually pretty quiet at this time in the afternoon, the pinball machine not going for once, and Trent practically had the place to himself as he settled on one of the couches and pulled out the guitar. It soothed the anxious pit in his stomach a little, just seeing it, and seemed to at least quiet the persistent need for a drink. It took him a few minutes to tune it up but he started plucking away soon enough, warming up at first, before he started to sing quietly, one of his old songs from back with the band. He was sure his voice was a little rusty but it didn’t matter much since just playing and singing again calmed him. Trent got a little carried away, singing a bit louder now and just getting into the song, not noticing if it happened to be bothering anyone. It felt good just to let the music take him away for a while.

[bash-alvarez]

It could’ve been worse. 

If they had to evacuate Muddy and get stuck in crap motel rooms without choosing their roommate (Bash had not been pleased to hear that) at least he’d had the decent luck to get put with one of the few people he actually didn’t mind being around. Granted, things were a little weirder because of the fact that Bash had stayed the night at Atreus’ place and then the majority of the next morning and into the afternoon? It was probably the longest stretch of time he’d spent with anyone in a long time. He partially blamed the wicked hangover for making it difficult to actually do anything, but spending that much time with Atreus hadn’t been horrible, either. Seemed like they’d be spending more time together, too, given the whole roommate situation until Muddy was cleaned back up. Being back in Chicago was kind of refreshing because now he could at least get some decent Mexican food again. He’d ridden over to his favourite little hole in the wall and Danita, the woman who owned the place, had actually been happy to see him. She also promptly gave him shit in Spanish for staying away so long, but since Bash wasn’t used to people being happy to see him, it was kind of nice anyway. The food was just as good as he’d remembered. 

Bash was back in the room, sitting on the bed he’d claimed which happened to be the one closest to the door. He liked to be ready to react if anything went down. He glanced over at Atreus, not entirely sure how this would work since he’d never had a roommate before. “We need to set up ground rules? Sock on the door shit or something?” He tried to ignore the fact that he didn’t like the idea of Atreus bringing someone else back to the room. It shouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter. 

@atreus-trower

[maizeofloverp]

Muddied Waters

Heavy rainfall led to a landslide in southern Illinois early Friday. The National Weather Service issued a flash flood emergency for central Rapids County, including the town of Muddy Waters. Areas downstream of Lakewood, including residences and businesses, were evacuated Friday morning. 

Residents have been granted temporary housing in the nearest town of Chicago until they are permitted to return. The government will provide lodging at Value Inn & Suites for those who need it, but officials strongly urge residents to stay with family and friends if possible. The Reed Waterfront Resort has also offered housing at a discounted cost, but the government will not waive the fee.

Due to limited resources, families have been placed together, and those without relatives have been paired with a roommate. Each room contains two beds, a TV, a bathroom, and small kitchenette. Those with children will share a suite with one other family. Suites contain a full kitchen and shared bathroom. The Rapids County Sheriff’s Office will occupy the first floor.

Value Inn & Suites

1-10: Angel Baxter

1-13: Jason Aker & Brandon Flanagan

1-14: Sabrina MacBride & Clara Jones

1-26: Julian Bolaños & Jordan Fraser

2-05: Evanessence Reid & Penny Waters

2-08: Rose Black & Sloan Martin

2-15: Lu Avital & Ottoline Larks

2-16: Harper Brennan & Abilene Littleton

2-19: Cyrus Finley & Titus Hayes

3-16: Damion Hawkins & Judah Fraser

3-28: Atreus Trower & Bash Alvarez

3-30: Holden Martin & Trent Martin

3-31: Matias Amada & Ash borden

4a-4b: Crimson family & Rose/Monroe family

5a-5b: Abrams family & Armitage family

Reed Waterfront Resort

1225: Jesse Childs & Ricky Reed

1232: Graham Neuville & Chad Valentine

This event will run until the end of September. All threads from this point must be located in Chicago.

Event tag: #mwevent05

[bash-alvarez]

It was late but the pizzeria was still busier than Bash would’ve wanted it to be. Welcome back to Chicago, where everywhere was always more full of people than he wanted it to be. He’d already gotten used to Muddy Waters and the smaller amount of humanity there, but Chicago was a whole different ball game. Still, he was more mellow about it since he was coming from the bar than Bash would have been. It was only a vague annoyance since he was feeling pretty good and not actually intent on getting into a fight. Well, another one. There’d been one earlier in the evening and Bash still sported the bloody knuckles that spoke to that fact but he barely even felt the sting of that anymore. What he craved right now was some good, Chicago deep dish that he could sit and eat, hopefully by himself. There were still some open tables but, in a moment of clearly drunken foolishness, Bash hit the bathroom first before claiming one and by the time he got back, they were all full. It was a Friday night, he probably should’ve considered that. 

Vaguely annoyed, Bash still didn’t want to have to take a pizza all the way back to the motel, which meant he’d just have to sit with someone. He spotted a table with only one other person and sat down across from them unceremoniously. “We don’t have to talk. I just want somewhere to sit and eat. Deal?” He hoped they would take him up on it. If he’d been sober, he would’ve just yanked them out of the table but his violent tendencies were always curbed a little after a decent amount of alcohol. 

[maizeofloverp]

              “If there’s no light, it ain’t a tunnel. It’s a hole.”

[maizeofloverp]

                    "After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliché. Everything is subjective.               There are only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's                                             happening to you."

[maizeofloverp]

            “You know what happens when a ship gets too many rats on board?                                                                   It sinks. That's what.”