#ricochet.starters

[ravi-varadkar]

Where: Hotel Lobby

Who: Anyone

Despite the fact that it was technically Ravi’s summer break, he hadn’t actually taken a break of any kind. Even the fact that he was three states away for a funeral wasn’t stopping him from lesson planning. Some people might call it hard work but Ravi just called it hyper fixation and a lack of any social life. This mix was exactly why Ravi was sitting at the hotel computer, trying to figure out how to use their printer. It really shouldn’t be that hard. A printer was a printer. You put paper in, click print, and then your page should come out all nice and ready to go. Unfortunately, the hotel printer had decided to be difficult and had jammed multiple times. It wouldn’t matter too much if it were his own computer but Ravi was in a public place and he could feel someone staring. Finally turning to face the person behind him, Ravi sighed. “I’m sorry. Do you... do you need to use the computer? I can be out of your hair soon... Do you... Do you happen to know anything about printer jams?”

[nazbulut]

open starter: derek’s funeral

Naz has absolutely no real reason to be here. The only redeeming factor about Derek to her had been his friendship with Joshua, and she felt that for years after high school, having bumped into him several times due to her line of work in the city. But she has no real reason not to go either, not when everyone else will be going. The only real reason she’s come back to Mallory at all is to support Nathan and the way he’ll inevitably want to pursue the truth now that there are two bodies. 

She’s sitting in the very back as people mill around, as far from the friends and family section as she can possibly sit, surrounded by people whose names and faces she recognizes but that she doubts recognize her, which is fine with her, essentially. But part of sitting in the very back is that there’s a lot of space next to her, and inevitably, someone is going to want to sit there.

“I’m not saving this seat for anyone, if you need it,” Naz briefly looking up from the phone in her hand, replying to a text from her assistant. “Help yourself.”