#tv.starters

[huntercassidy]

where: license to grill who: open

"Well, that's fuckin' bleak." Hunter mumbled around his mouthful of dry...Was it supposed to be Brisket? Whatever it was, Hunter was considering breaking his vow against violence to put the damn thing out of it's damn misery. He had asked for whatever the server's favorite thing on the menu was, and he had gotten this. He knew he was spoiled when it came to barbecue, having been raised a hop, jump, and skip over the border from Texas. But this wasn't even 'we're a trendy restaurant in a northern city and dipping our toe into barbecue-good', that he could deal with. This was something else entirely. --- After chugging down the biggest glass of water the bartender had to offer, to wash the thing down his gullet, his eyes caught the plate of food in front of someone only a seat or two down the bar. "Now that don't look like it'd have me needin' to clear the Sahara out my throat, what the hell is that?" he asked, his thick accent clearly marking him as a non-local.

[lorna-davidson]

Location: Outside of PottHeads (Lorna's pottery shop/studio)

"Hey, you ever tried pot?" Lorna's nieces had told her that it was a terrible business slogan but it always made her laugh. She at least loved the varied reactions. It had been mildly successful so far but considering the place had only opened a few weeks ago, Lorna was hopeful there'd be a trend upward. "Pottery that is," she added with a grin and held up a piece she had just made this morning. "Although the other stuff isn't so bad either. Have you heard about us? We just opened."

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: OPEN TO ALL. WHEN: 07th of January, 2023. WHERE: The Lost Word.

The audacity.

Kathryn scoffed as she slammed the book closed within her dainty hands. She loved an ending that left a cliffhanger, and yet, she'd have to wait another year for the next? With a shake of her head, she pushed up from the counter and made her way to the front of the Lost Word.

She'd spent most of the morning entangled in words that she hadn't managed to forgo most of her shop keeping duties. And her eyes quickly cast to the wanted sign in the window — help was needed. Not because she couldn't keep up, but because she found it lonely to love her books alone.

And if things with the Sons became...more. Then she'd need someone here.

The ring of the shop bell had her head snapping up.

[will-york]

The line at Spill the Beans was longer than he was used to he had to wonder if they had gone viral or something while he was gone. But as he peeked inside, he saw that the employees were arguing and one had stormed off while the other was on the phone, likely complaining to a manager. Calling for help in some way. With how long he had been coming here and how much reading he had done about his own machines, he got an idea that carried him forward and he looked around before moving behind the counter. "Alright, if you don't order anything too complicated and don't mind paying like I don't know, three bucks, then I'll get you out of here with a coffee. Pastry too since I think I can make that oven work," he offered, glancing up from the iPad they had installed. "What do you feel like taking a chance on? Black coffee is easy but I think i can make that cappuccino machine work. My matcha game is..questionable but it would certainly taste like matcha. They don't do that strawberry milk stuff here though. Yet. Though why anyone comes to a coffee shop for milk...sorry, haven't had my coffee," he said then laughed as he thought about. Maybe he was more tired from his trip than he thought. "Anyway, let's hear it."

[joannajonesx]

Where: Around Tonopah Who: Open

She'd been watching the car for a good few minutes now, ever since she had stepped out of the store. With a cigarette smoking in her hand, blowing bubble gum bubbled with her mouth, JJ narrowed her eyes at the view. She knew what car it was, of course, she just wasn't sure if she liked it just yet.

Being in a new place wasn't unfamiliar to her - just another place for her to figure out, just another place for her to make a home. JJ was good at that, making any place a temporary home, after all, when they moved, she moved with her family, so it wasn't as if she was leaving anyone behind.

After a few more seconds of watching the car, she spat out the bubble gum into the trash, and put out the cigarette on the edge of if before making her way over. With her hand over the hood, she looked at the person in the car. "How long you've had it?" JJ asked, though she had an idea about it. But it was good to know, since it wasn't as if she was going to steal that car.

[asa--holland]

Location: The Outpost Status: Open

Anything too loud and overwhelming gets to be a bit of a problem for Asa. It's part of why he works in the library - and often why he avoids places like this. There's raucous laughter and folks clattering drinks together in celebration. Plenty of excited talking and some TV somewhere is playing some type of sporting event. Not to mention the pool balls knocking together every so often with loud swears from a group of men with a bit too much pride in their prowess at billiards. It's a lot, and he's pretty sure by now that the man he was meeting up with isn't coming. Either that, or... well. He's over an hour late.

He's deciding whether to cut his losses and walk out when someone sits down next to him. Tattooed fingers swirl the ice around in a mostly finished cocktail in front of him before he finally asks (or rather, blurts out), "How long is too long to wait for someone to show up? For a date, I mean."

[ncrcissism]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: mad dog brewery

Sitting outside with Monty, Lachlan had a serious expression on as he attentively examined a folder whose voluminous number of papers took up most of the table.

As usual, his dog attracted the attention of people passing by on the sidewalk. Most stopping for a picture or to pet him "He is famous on instagram" the man explained briefly to the person sitting next to him, closing the folder, green eyes focusing on the figure for the first time.

"At some point, he will beg for a piece of whatever you're eating. Please don't feed him, or he will never leave you alone." stated, nodding "My tip is to avoid eye contact with him"

[jesselombardi]

OPEN

Jesse's truck was parked at the side of the road, a looong, jagged scratch dug into the passenger side --by a set of keys, he imagined. His first thought was that it was targeted, but it was just as likely to be some shitty teenager dicking around. His truck wasn't much of a looker, probably not worth as much as it would cost to fix the scratch, but it was all he had. At least they hadn't slashed his tires. He could still drive it, even if it made him look like somebody's cheating ex-boyfriend.

"Hey," he nodded to the only person within earshot, then gestured to the gouge that ran the whole length of his truck. "You see anybody do this? Or uh, run off like they didn't want to be caught doing it?"