#welkin.starter

[putridsouls]

location: pit stop shop written for: all

Lupe turned the corner, looking for her companion once she had all the snacks she felt she’d need for the night. Their arms seemed far fuller than she thought necessary which only made her laugh, “  What are we having a Lord of The Rings marathon or something? That’s so much!  ” Taking a closer look at the options the other held, Guadalupe figured perhaps it wasn’t so much after all. “  Need a hand? I think I’m all done, unless you want to take a look through the ice creams too. I may have eaten the last of what I had last night.  ” She was used to watching movies on her own, especially the types she preferred, but passing time with friends was always exciting.

[putridsouls]

location: latte nights written for: all

Taking time out of her days off to enjoy the comforts of the apartment and not segregate herself to her own space, Filomena found herself hanging out by the coffee shop with a fashion magazine in hand and her favorite coffee on the side. A calm and relaxing morning after her earlier yoga session only a couple of doors down. “  How do you feel about a couple of laps in the pool?  ” she asked her companion, while putting down the magazine. “  It’s still early enough that it should be empty.  ” Mena had a couple new swimwear she’d like to try on from a collection that had yet to drop. One of the many advantages of working where she did, but certainly not her favorite part.

[taymovr]

status: open location: mass disruption

the bell above the door chimed as taymour stepped into mass disruption. he'd been here countless times over the past two years, always as a generous customer. today, though, he lingered in the space a little longer. not just lingered, but relished in. the shop was a far cry from sets and spotlights, from the carefully crafted and managed appearances he'd grown both accustomed to and exhausted by. he wanted more than just an out from acting, he wanted this. he wanted his life back. a version of himself untouched by expectation, free from scrutinizing eyes and whispered headlines, yet still wrapped in the kind of storytelling that had drawn him into performance in the first place; only now through music instead of scripts. he hoped that everything would fall into place soon: that the talks would go well and that this space might be his own to care for.

lost in the thought, he idly flipped through a row of records until someone reached for the same section nearby. "oh, sorry," taymour stepped aside with a courteous nod and a half smile, allowing them more room as his attention drifted briefly to the speakers overhead. if this place was to ever become his (and god, he hoped that in a few day's time, it would be) he wanted it to be curated to everyone. he turned back towards the other then, voice soft. "excuse me, not to put you on the spot or keep you from browsing or anything, but... what's something you'd want to hear in here? any artist or genre or...?"