#thread : open.

[parluck-blog]

HE’S  IN  THE  PROCESS  OF  SHOVING  HALF  A  BURGER  INTO  HIS  MOUTH  BEFORE  HE  CATCHES  ON  TO  THE  LOOK  .   ❝    WHAT  ?  IT’S  cold  ,  not covered in flies or something equally spider-y  .  reserve the judgement for something a bit more disturbing  like a smugbucks breakfast sandwich  ,  ok  ?    ❞

 OPEN

[blackcoffeetm]

open starter downtown hatchetfield, outside of rossi's prime cuts

The atmosphere of Hatchetfield had become... interesting since the beginning of the month. A town famous for festivals and celebrations, of course they'd dedicate two week's time to something like Valentine's Day. (Paul remembers it from when he was little -- the way his Mom and Dad would always bring him home a box of chocolates and a single red rose. It was always nice, in theory, but somewhat unpractical. What was a seven year old to do with a single red rose?)

He just wants to do his errands in peace. So, with his meal prep ingredients acquired, he attempts to slink out of Rossi's with relative silence. There's hearts in the windows of every local shop, streamers dangling from streetlamps and trees. It doesn't make his stomach turn, but he does want to... go home. Now. However, the crowds downtown are thicker than usual, and Paul finds himself struggling to make headway on the sidewalk. (Typical, he thinks.)

[chastetm]

open starter location: downtown hatchetfield, love festival

Events like this always set Grace Chasity on edge. She doesn't dislike Valentine's Day -- in fact, the origins of the holiday are rather holy, in concept. However, what it's become in modern society? It's abhorrent. Her face snarls at every couple that walks by -- she can't trust them. They treat this day as an excuse, a mockery of what it should be. What it has to be.

Still, her Church was eager to make good of the situation. So, armed with hundreds of heart shaped sugar cookies, Grace stands under the tent, behind the booth, attempting what she thinks is a customer service smile. Her tray is a little heavy (free samples were not her idea, but she supposes it's not the worst idea in the world), and her head is on a swivel as she turns, offers cookies to passersby.

[pompomstm]

open starter location: miss retro's diner, galentine's day brunch

Stacy's bouncing on her heels as she enters the diner, smile wide and earnest. She's already a regular of the old fashioned restaurant -- on top of being obsessed with the owner, her best friend in the entire world works here. And, with a wave, she greets Brenda, slinking to her usual spot at the end of the counter with ease.

She's quick to shrug out of her coat, letting it hang over the back of her chair, and Stacy leans forward comfortably. Truth be told? She loves Valentine's Day. Despite the fact that she's never really had a relationship that lasts long enough to celebrate, the atmosphere -- and the feeling of being surrounded by love -- is all encompassing. In fact, she's nearly beaming with it as she flags down a waiter, orders her usual chocolate malt milkshake with a flourish.