#wr.starter

[nytcwl]

who & what: everyone (open) when & where: during event 002 (the hide & seek), eastern forest

First, it was her pearl necklace that went missing. Then, it was Amaros Coralin’s ceremony necklace that followed suit. And now, Izumi ❝ Umi ❞ Tokugawa, the merfolk owner of Oyster Royale, was sorted into a search group without a single other merfolk? These are most definitely crimes against humanity merfolk, and all of them must be put to an end, with the perpetrator, or perpetrators, hopefully suffering the worst punishment available. Of course, deep down, Umi knew she was getting carried away. Her search group not having another merfolk was barely an issue, if only annoying because of the simple fact that she was hoping she could unload some of her anguish to someone who would be able to relate. Outsiders might only take to the missing necklaces as nothing more than misplaced accessories. But to her, to Amaros, and to their people, they were more than disappeared trinkets. Each one of them, her pearls and the ceremonial jewels, told a story about their people. With a scowl and the tenacity of a dedicated truffle pig, Umi committed her best efforts in the search for anything remotely helpful to the cause. Surely, she believed, they would all find something of use, something that would point them in the right direction, to where the lost items and maybe even their greasy handed villains where. Perhaps it was her gifted intuition, or just dumb luck, or maybe even just her natural need to be close to water, but when Umi found herself drawn to a nearby river, she also found herself a shell imprinted with what seemed like numbers on it. She quickly alerted those around her, hopeful they could help and were there to help, ❝ I think I found something! ❞

[blacksheepfms]

open starter where: outside the southern forest

Natalia wasn't exactly the most cultured person in the world, haven't explored anywhere else in the world but Westray. But she knew enough to not be able to recognize a single language of the book she had found. There was not a single word she recognized and at first Nat almost threw it back down until she saw the library insignia. It could have been nothing but it kept gnawing at her. "Do you have any idea what language this is?" She asked the person next to her, hoping that someone could at least tell.

[wingsxtime]

Alexios had already torn apart his penthouse looking for the ring that usually adorned his pinky; it was almost as old as he was, and it was what kept him safe in the sun. Yes, he had other pieces of jewelry that would do the same thing, but none of them had the same sentimental value that that specific ring carried. He had finally dressed and was now walking through the lobby of the hotel, not paying attention to where he went, as he was on the phone texting someone, when his shoulder slammed into someone else, hard.

It was enough to knock them both off balance, and Alexios was shooting daggers that they would dare have the audacity to cause him to walk into them.

"Ever hear of watching where the fuck you were going?" He didn't care if this was a potential high-end paying client to the hotel; right now, they had made the mistake of getting in his pissed off way. "Cause, if not, I'd be more than happy to pay for a few fucking eye exams for you."

[blacksheepfms]

open event starter, Maia Kelly

Maia knew she wasn't supposed to be there but it was a thrill trying to get in some place that was off limits to her. And after all she was trying to be good since coming to town, even so much as giving up her old ways of life to try to be normal for the first time ever, so she felt like she deserved to do something fun for a change. So of course that meant crashing the werewolf party that was invite only.

She came prepared of course, in full gown and mask, but there were still some things she didn't plan for. First she was having a killer headache that she couldn't remember the last time she had one this bad. But she tried to drown it out with music and alcohol as best as she could. Her eyes started to wander around the artifacts, seeing what the museum held and if anything was worth swiping.

Maia knew the secret of getting away with things was acting like you belonged there. But that was hard when she took a very clear wrong turn and ended up at a dead end, turning around to find someone blocking her only way out. She figured there was no use but to come clean. "Okay so maybe I crashed. I'll give you $20 if you forget you saw me. Or another $20 if you add me as a surprise plus one."

[peaceworn]

open event starter, spencer avery

one thing is for certain, there are far more people here than were on the guest list. this fact may have his father in law in a tizzy, but spencer is determined to make the most out of the night. these big, flashy events are ironically his least favorite part of being an avery despite them being the very thing his mother sought after until her bitter end. he's eager for the end of the night where there's less prying eyes so he can tear up the dance floor uninhibited. for now, he's settled into nursing the beer that he's carefully stowed away in one of the bar set-ups and being an extra set of eyes for security since the masquerade has become more than anyone anticipated.

spencer spots a drunk woman teetering on her heels a little too closely to one of the museum displays. and speaking of that beer, it splashes out of the champagne flute and across the sleeve of his suit jacket as he collides with someone just two steps into his beeline toward the young woman. instinctively, his free hand reaches out to steady the shoulder of his unsuspecting victim, the burnt caramel smell of his malt beer now permeating the air between them. ❝ how un-hostly of me. are you alright? i didn't getcha with my drink did i? ❞

[peaceworn]

open: roland dixon location: westview district, late at night

with the grand virdian up and running and more of clan solune filtering into town, roland's been finding himself with some free time on his hands that he's not sure what to do with. so far, he's been playing nice within town since it seems they'll be sticking around for the foreseeable future. he's already longing for the anonymity and free reign to do whatever he wanted unnoticed in bigger cities. outside of the clan, the last time he's been even remotely integrated into society was back in his human days. he's finding he's quite out of practice with it. maybe that's his fault, but after losing imani and having her friends turn on him, keeping things at surface level with everyone around him had been all he could handle.

tonight he'd paid the hospital a visit to get some fresh blood for signature cocktails at the grand viridian. since the delivery, he's been taking his time wandering the empty streets of westray. he hasn't seen another soul in half an hour, at least not until he nearly passes someone on the sidewalk their face barely illuminated by the dim moonlight and flickering street lamp that clearly needs replaced. ❝ is everything alright? i'm new to town but it seems that most people know it's not wise to be out this late alone. ❞ it is a little lost on him how hypocritical that sounds. not to mention, he could be the very danger he's vaguely mansplaining here.

[peaceworn]

open: marlowe leone location: trick or treat, early morning

❝ i know, it's not technically summer yet. but the warm weather inspired me. ❞ the glass display cases are nearly overflowing with treats of every sort from said inspiration, marlowe's personal favorites being the watermelon macarons and the ice cream cone cookies. inspiration is likely the wrong word choice, but needing a distraction from obsessing over her brother's long closed disappearance isn't exactly friendly conversation. the wrinkled letter that was slipped between the bills in trick or treat's mailbox two days ago is nestled into the pocket of her apron. she's already pulled it out twice while she's been alone in the kitchen to look it over again. lo's not slept since. her fingers tremble slightly as she finishes loading the display case, must mean three shots of espresso since she unlocked the door this morning was too much. who knew!?

❝ have you been waited on? i'll give you three dollars off a dozen. we'll call it the early bird special, just for you! ❞ if she keeps up her level of output, she'll have to incentivize more sales somehow.

[stllcfthcnght]

Open starter

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Who: Simone & open

Where: Mystic Moon

“Come on in!” Simone called over from the bookshelf she was organizing.

“I’ll be there in a moment!” She said, before carefully stepping off the ladder and walking towards the door of the shop. It had been a slow day so she had time to organize things a bit in between customers. The bookshelf had been needing to be rearranged for a couple of weeks now after some browsing. “How can I help you today?” She asked, before picking Nyx up from one of the counters.