#wb.starter

[ofmdigallo]

status: open when: late morning where: manhattan pizza stand

Due to her vast world travels, Liora has eaten at the finest restaurants and tried the most exotic foods, but she swears up and down that a New York hot dog or the greasiest slice of pizza were top tier cuisines. The apartment she lives in now was purposefully chosen because of the pizza place around the corner which is where she was headed on her way into the office. Sure, she could've just had someone run and get a slice for her, but she liked being on the street, hearing all the noise as it reminded her of home. Plus, she could wasily call a car when she was done to take her into work.

Liora was sprinkle what she deemed as the perfect amount of red pepper flakes when she started searching for the shaker of parmesan. Spotting it in front of the person next to her, Liora thought to do the more polite thing instead of just invading someone else's space. "Hey, could you hand me that parmesan there? Oh, and that hot sauce? I really like a kick with my pizza."

[dakotaxstephens]

starter: dakota x open location: manhattan

Dakota hadn't gotten a chance to have a meal since the start of his shift 6 hours ago, and he was about to pass out or be a very unpleasant coworker soon. Today was just one of those days, the world seemed to be on fire, and there was no sense of beginning or end to his day. Recently, most of the cases seemed to be getting worse, and although seemingly unrelated, Dakota knew better than to make those sorts of assumptions--everything in this city was intentional.

"Finally" He said to himself as he unwrapped the hot dog he had just purchased at the street stand, not very nutritious but sure as hell delicious. As he raised the dog to his mouth, somebody bumped into him and made him drop the dog on himself. "Oh come on!" mustard on himself, ego on the floor, and stomach rumbling, he raised his gaze to look at the culprit, "I should have you arrested for that."

[southernstormsugar]

who: open setting: the brooklyn paramount

this wasn’t exactly the kind of event savannah usually found herself at, but when the invitation showed up on her agent’s desk, something about it caught her attention. against her better judgment, she’d found herself stepping through the doors dressed as her idol. her security wasn’t far, never was, but a small part of her wished for a night where she could just blend in, even if she knew that wasn’t likely.

she reached for a flute of champagne, fingers light on the stem, before turning to the person beside her. “you havin’ yourself a good night?” she asked, that sweet southern lilt slipping through her words. a smile tugged at her lips. “i swear, i come to these things just to see what folks’ll wear. some of ‘em really go all out.”

[katyaskardova]

FOR: open to all. WHEN: 1st of September, 2025. WHERE: Upper East Side, Bemelmans Bar. ($$$) WEATHER: Rainy, windy, thunderstorms.

Katya was lucky to have scored a seat at the bar tonight, but a regular wasn't even half of it. Most of the higher members of staff found themselves here night in and night out, and it'd paid off for her in the grand scheme of things. Bemelmans was one of her favorite haunts, especially as the live pianist tattled away in the corner. It was atmospheric, to say the least, and something she found she enjoyed. There was a half chance she'd buy a bottle after this drink and head off to the rooftop, like she did when she had some free time.

The people around her were ever changing, seats occupied for ten minutes, sometimes an hour — she'd stopped looking at the people who occupied the space to her left and right. And yet, when she heard the scrapping of the chair legs against the floor, and something told her to look up.

Her phone was far more interesting, she told herself.

She wasn't sure why that little voice had told her to do so, because her face paled for just a second as the words. "Oh, it's you." slipped from her mouth.

[mcrciful]

status: open to anyone | location: neutral grounds

"Hey, 'scuse me. Real quick question— you seen an orange cat with a fatass head? 'Bout this big." Hands lift to measure out said cat's imaginary head before he vaults on. "Probably sounds asthmatic and looks real fuckin' pissed off. I mean madder than Toni from the bodega 'round the corner—"

All of the sudden, he stops. The thousand stages of grief flash across his face as his eyes lock on something just past the other. There, barely visible besides a half open dumpster is a ball of frizzy orange fur. A raspy, horrible hiss emits from it and he sighs in relief. "Butts, the fuck're you doin' all the way out here eatin' a.. the fuck's that?"

Griffin squints, walks closer for a better look before picking up a soggy curmudgeonly cat. "A cigarette? That your fuckin' cigarette?" Now addressing the person again, he looks in their direction. Still relieved but a hint accusatory.

[heathmorgan]

location : faux folie

target audience : open to everyone

if compared to dante's inferno, leaving the arène felt like escaping the 5th circle, reaching the 2nd circle when entering the faux folie. needless to say, due to his career as a pilot, he attracted attention - but it still remained as weird as in the beginning. "also one for my friend over there, who keeps lookin' my way" heath said to the bartender once a shot was put in the bar, turning to face the person by his side "sorry for the call out, i'm a people person" he admitted with a grin, "but i was serious bout the drink, whatcha' having?"

[hstarke]

WHEN: After party — Directly after the Halloween party at Faux Folie SETTING: Hans's Manhattan penthouse

The after party naturally took itself there, littered with friends, strangers, former strangers, and even a handful of enemies. Just to keep things fun. If anyone asks, it's not his birthday — and if anyone finds out, then he's not a day past 37. Which he might have turned four years ago.

(Four years ago, he said he was thirty-three.)

He'd changed into a classic white shirt and jeans, a feat he doesn't remember pulling being quite this high and quite this drunk. Luckily, everyone else is too.

Around the mirrored coffee table, sits Hans a few others, passing lines around. Another frees up, and Hans turns to the person next to him, encouraging— "Okay, I think that one looks like you."

[intxication]

Location: The MET

Open

With the finishing touches done, Mathias could take a step back and breathe. Sometimes his job was pretty easy, he'd be tasked to hang up a few paper sculptures or set up some lights. Other times it was very intense, and sadly there was never any in between. Today was one of the intense days. A whole fucking hallway installation, with lights and exact measurements he needed to make sure of. The pay off was good too as Mathias could finally see the art in all it's glory.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and he turned to face the person walking up, "Oh sorry, this part of the museum isn't open yet. They're doing the grand opening tomorrow night though, if you're interested in that". His words trailed off with a cough, "But uh is there anything you need help with?"