#starter;open

[fionnchristie]

for: open location: wolf & webb's

"Yeah, so," he leaned on the counter with a sheepish grin. "Welcome to Wolf & Webb's, the coffee machine's broken, we can't do anything espresso based or anything that involves steaming milk. But other than that," Fionn continued, somewhat dejectedly, "can I take your order?"

[fionnaubin]

for: open @calypsostarters location: outside cove gas station

It was just typical that even a tidal wave wouldn't stop his boss from wanting to make some money. Fionn had honestly been counting on getting the day off and hadn't even set an alarm, only to wake to an annoyed phone call informing him that they'd be serving iced coffee and soft drinks on a stand outside the gas station of all places now that The Catch was in need of some repairs, until further notice. Not exactly his personal favourite place to be, and that was clear on his face as he glanced around, absentmindedly scooping ice into a cup. "Have you ever heard of a beach bar outside a gas station? Doesn't this make it a gas bar? A petrol pub?"

[evanscass]

for: open / @calypsostarters location: hotel lobby

Bored of the poky suite that he apparently was supposed to consider home, Cass had uprooted himself to the lobby for the sake of social interaction, by which he most likely meant annoy other patrons judging by the smirk on his face as another resident had the misfortune to take the sofa in front of his and he raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the ceiling and then down. "You heard the beach is basically destroyed?" An exaggeration, perhaps, or a misquoted news headline from that morning. "How long do you reckon until the roof falls in on this place? I'm taking bets."

[helenaaspencer]

starter; open

"Do you have to shine that in my face?" Helena questioned, stopping with a sense of impatience as the light of the flashlight pointed directly into her eyes. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to inspect me. And for that matter, so do I."

[smilton]

CLOSED

Early Dec. 1923 || Lord of the Northwood Forest contest 

The fairy ring by the river || Northwood Forest

“He’s gonna fall.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Will not.” 

“Could do.” 

It was Rosie’s anguished groan that ended the argument, punctuated with a huffed “Contrarian.” She stalked across the circle of trees, inserting herself between Fannie O’Keefe and Elsie Peats, huddled on a log bench of their own. She sent a rude gesture back to Sallie, who only smiled. Contrarian was a fifty cent word; someone was doing their writing homework. 

A smatter of applause, a hoot and a holler went up. Sallie bit down on her chapped lower lip, eyes flicking back to the center of the ring where Peter Lawrence and Johnnie Feigel were neck and neck as they hacked their way up the stripped trunk of a white pine. Johnnie was taller and carried the advantage, but Sallie had nursed a soft spot for Peter back at the schoolhouse. He had a shock of red hair that was upstaged by the flex in his bicep and the kind of wide hands you could depend upon.

A gasp cast across the crowd, carried on a winter wind whisper of bet too much-did you hear–between you and me. Peter’s wooden splint wobbled underneath his feet, and not in the way flexible hackberry should. Sallie’s mittened hand shot out, instinct sending her to grab for Rosie’s empty seat. 

[ethan-chapple]

@luxorstarters​

“Day three of Luxor. I suspect my dorm room is haunted by an angry ghost. Also,” Ethan took a sip of orange juice, “the cafeteria is out of coffee. This college education thing is really riveting.” 

[rubymensah]

date: anytime post nye event

location: corridor

for: @luxorstarters​

It felt like ever since the stupid New Years party, whispers had followed Ruby everywhere she went. She wasn’t used to being the subject of rumours or exposes. If anything, she’d done her best to avoid her name ever being in anyone’s mouth for the majority of her academic career, and it was an unfamiliar and very much unwanted feeling to see people look at her and awkwardly turn away. Even more so when the looks were so obviously hostile. She’d hidden out in her room at first, of course, but she knew if she gave in and allowed her grades to slip, she’d only be proving everyone right. What she needed right now was to prove herself, more than ever before, more than she’d already been doing. Overwork wasn’t a word that applied to her at this moment in time. It was like she was playing catch up all over again. Maybe she always would be.

But it was incredibly difficult to play catch up when you couldn’t actually access your own books. And as much as she really wanted to never speak to anyone again, there was an obvious solution, so Ruby sighed slowly before crossing her arms to address the student, avoiding eye contact. “You’re standing in front of my locker,” she muttered quietly. “Could I ... get in, please?”

[libbysato]

date: january 1, 2022

location: cafeteria

for: @luxorstarters​

“If you’re gonna start talking about whatever shit got said over the loudspeaker last night,” Libby said with a bored expression, “I really could not care less. Actually, it’s kind of alarming how in thrall everyone is to this faceless group telling you shit about the people around you without any proof. Very culty. No thank you.”