#wrp.starter

[damienrath]

open to anyone ( capping at 4 ) outside the flat ( sidewalk )

Ever the entrepreneur, Damien had recently, within the last few months, begun the task of seeking out spaces to expand his business empire. Even if he hadn't decided which business he'd bring to Westport's downtown area, either another ultra lounge like Citta in New York, or a tattoo parlor it seemed as though he was staying in Westport for a while.

After two years in and enjoying where he'd resided it seemed like a smart move and time to bite the bullet. He still had his apartment in NYC, a place where he could stay whenever he went to check on things, and he had a home here. The empty storefront he was taking a look at was for the idea of a tattoo parlor.

Arms folded over his chest, Damien took a step back, trying to get a visual and see if what was in his head could work for this particular spot. When he'd taken another step his large frame trampled someone. "Ah, shit, you good?" Damien asked as he turned.

[desislavat]

The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Blossom + Stem, casting a soft, golden hue over the shelves of fresh flowers and plants that filled the space with life and color. Desislava stood behind the counter, carefully arranging a vase of lilacs and daisies, the delicate scent of the blooms filling the air. The quiet hum of the town outside had yet to stir, and for a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of peace, her fingers tracing the petals slowly as she thought about the quiet life she was building.

The door's soft bell chimed, a new arrival for the day.

Desislava looked up, her dark eyes meeting the curious gaze of the person who had just entered. She straightened, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, offering a warm, welcoming smile.

"Good morning," she said, her voice soft but confident. "How can I help today?"

[knightlysienna]

location: campo beach, midnight open to anyone

"Wine?" Sienna offered her bottle of wine to her new companion. "I have a glass myself." She knew she made a strange little picture to anyone who happened to stumble by her. It was late, she was laid out on her beach blanket with a bottle of wine and there was a faint smell of marijuana linger in the air and moody song was playing from her phone. "It's my night off and I intended to enjoy a night at the beach. way more relaxing when there isn't many people around." She would've said any but someone had found her.

After battling a week-long virus that her daughter picked up, Sienna could safely say her nerves were a little fried. It was one thing to deal with a five year old, it was another to deal with a sick five year old that wanted to constantly be under you while sick. And for her first post-sickness free night, she wanted calm. "Now, we know why I'm out here so late, what about you?"

[bekturan]

location: nolan's tavern

status: open to anyone (capped at 0/4)

With her leather bound planner sat off to her right, a row of highlighters and pens meticulously lined up straight ahead, and a stack of manila folders to her left Bek looked like she belonged at home, at her desk, more than she did a crowded bar. Something about the chaotic hum of background noise oddly soothed her, though. It canceled out the racing thoughts that otherwise typically filled her head.

And it was there, in the blissful sweet spot of clarity and focus, that she got her best work done. The randomly discovered trick was a boon for her... but not so much the other patrons who came in for a stiff drink and a bite to eat.

The baby hairs at the back of her neck lifted, tipping her off to a presence nearby. She'd almost bet money they were interested in the only free stool left. The stool that just so happened to be blocked by both her tote bag and her spread.

"Sorry, sorry. Let me just—" Knocking her bag to the floor and carefully picking up her piles of folders Bek maintained a downcast gaze, if only to ignore the flush of heat across her face. "I got here hours ago when it wasn't so... this." Packed. Busy. Limited on seating. "Guess you could say I have a hard time leaving work at work, you know?"

[seykacar]

location: manna toast

status: open to anyone (capped at 2/4)

Apple french toast with coconut yogurt, sauteed apples, and maple syrup, roasted squash with ricotta, pickled shallots, and drizzled honey—Sey hadn't frequented Manna Toast nearly enough to already have a 'usual' order. Hell, she'd only grabbed a cup of coffee from their menu a handful of times on her way home from work.

Her indecision was justifiable... but, at half past noon and smack dab in the middle of corporate Westports' lunch break, something told her the aggravated line at her back probably didn't care.

"Quick. I need your help before the townsfolk break out their pitchforks." Whispering (perhaps not so subtly) to the person directly behind her, Sey smirked. "What's your favorite here? Pretty sure if I don't choose something in the next half of a second they're going to start building my pyre in the middle of town square."

[maxschulz]

open to: anyone

location: the docks out on the saugatuck harbor

It's only been a month since Max has settled down into the quiet and sometimes quaint, town of Westport. And that's been long enough for him to realize what little it has to offer in terms of excitement. Outside of some good seafood and the occasional sunset that drips over the Long Island Sound, he's not sure he even likes it.

Although today he's distracted on behalf of the fact that, he's been out fishing. Trying not to piss off his new boss which really just consists of an old widowed man, just trying to make a decent living before returning home to his dog and empty nest.

As Max unloads the catch of the day from the boat onto the dock, he notices someone approaching a dead plank a few feet away that at any moment was going to give out and send someone's foot sliding right through it. "Hey!" He attempts to catch them before that happens. "Watch out!" When it appears they don't hear him, he offers a grunt and intervenes by practically shoving them out of the way. "Unless you feel like going for a swim today, I wouldn't cross here. This dock isn't very sturdy. The old man is giving me trouble every time I offer to fix it." Which, he'd done shockingly, for free. Or at the very least, in exchange for a hot meal.

But, convincing old man Jack to do anything was like pulling his teeth. He reminded Max a lot of his little brother. Stubborn, pigheaded and at often times, hard to reason with.

"Also you're welcome for the save."