starters

WHERE: OSU, union building

WHEN: 04/27. Afternoon, between classes.

Courtland’s first year in Ohio felt like it had gone by in a blink, but it was far from over. All things considered, she’d done pretty well - things were running smoothly for her family’s latest project, she’d gathered a respectable amount of credits, and she’d learned to talk to people entirely of her own accord. No twin in sight! It didn’t have to be for anything fancy either - although she still tended to rehearse most conversations in her head before they ever started. She had more goals though, ones that felt more personal. Making art with other people around helped her through high school; perhaps it could do the same through college?

She stood before a bulletin board, crowded with posters boasting various clubs and activities, with her own in hand. After painstakingly designing it herself, she thought it made a pretty good case for the club. The only problem was, she wasn’t sure if it was necessarily allowed there. This meant, of course, that she’d have to ask. Oh boy. Taking a deep breath facing the board, she steeled her nerve, and then turned to the nearest bystander. “Excuse me?” she began, with a nervous smile. “Hi– sorry to bother you, but do you know what the rules are about this thing?” She asked, pointing to the bulletin board, and giving her poster a little wiggle. “Can anybody use it, or do I need some kind of… permission slip?” Oh no. That sounded kind of stupid, in the seconds after she spoke it.

WHO: rocky remington & @crhqstarters​ WHERE: the lima bean WHEN: sunday, 4/25

After graduating high school, Rocky Remington ditched his college plans and took a gap year to travel. It wasn’t what his father, the principal of McKinley High and Quinn Fabray’s new husband, wanted for him, but it was his choice and for the first time? He did what he wanted to. Rocky was enjoying backpacking around South America and the only reason why he was back in Lima at all was because of his father’s wedding. The weekend had been full of reunions and small talk and celebrations of all kinds. Come Sunday, Rocky was hung over and just exhausted. The jet lag was finally catching up to him and, more pressingly than that, the stress of not knowing his next move was starting to settle in. Was he going to go back to South America? Was he going to go somewhere else? Was he going to stay in Lima? Hit up Northwestern about his deferment and actually go to college? He had no clue. So, with his laptop cracked open and a cold brew in hand, Rocky was posted up at the Lima Bean trying to plan out the next few months of his life. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting for, but he was starting to feel frustrated. He needed to take a walk. With an exasperated sigh, Rocky tapped the person’s shoulder sitting behind him and asked, “excuse me, do you mind watching my stuff for a second?” It was only then that he realized who it was. “Oh shit,” he said, this time more casual, “didn’t realize it was you.” And then, scratching his head, “did I see you at the wedding this weekend?”

Tuesdays were not the strong suit of Callbacks as a venue. It was, like most bars, the kind of place that lived at the weekend and clawed its way through the rest of the week. Similarly, Ziggy was clawing his way through the last hour-and-change of his shift. It was the slowest part of an already slow night; the customers were few and far between, and performers even less so. The few that did take to the stage were... trying. He was nowhere near the calibre of a professional himself, but he knew a thing or two about music. He liked to think he had a right to critique them in his head, at the very least.

With a wince, he endured the current singer's loud, blaring, mic-clipping belt. He needed something more distracting than wiping down glasses. Flopping the rag over his shoulder Ziggy strode across the bar, stopping just short of one of his few remaining patrons. "Can I get you another one of those?" he asked, with a silent plea of please say yes. "Or maybe something different? Like a cocktail that means I have to use the blender?"

where: behind breadstix

when: night, april 19th

who: open

WHO: @crhqstarters​ & eli st. james WHERE: some little coffee shop in new york city WHEN: monday, 4/12

After a weekend of way too much debauchery, Eli needed a heavy dose of caffeine to get through her full day of classes. She impatiently waited in line at her favorite hole in the wall coffee shop, ordered a quad shot latte from the barista, left a hefty tip (former barista solidarity), and then made her way over to the nearest empty table to wait. Her first class didn’t start for another hour and what better way to spend it than lazily scrolling through her phone until she had to sit through two hours of economics? As she was sparingly double tapping on instagram, she felt a presence looming over the seat across from her. With an eye roll, she gazed upwards, only to soften when she realized who it was. “Oh shit,” she breathed out as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, “I didn’t realize it was you. Why are you just standing there? Sit.” She gently kicked out the seat across from her so that the person she knew could make themselves comfortable at her table. Just as they sat, the barista called her name, so she muttered a quick “be right back,” before grabbing her drink. Upon her return to the table, she let out a sigh and shrugged. “I have some time to kill before class,” she explained, taking a sip and humming in satisfaction, “wanna chill for a bit?” followed by a presumptive, “how you been?”

when: 09/04, mid-day

where: the streets of new york, near callbacks.

franny really had played herself. she had agreed to having a new set ready far too easily and it was about to bite her in the ass. sure, she had the material, but she hadn’t tried to out at all. she had no clue if they were funny at all or where even new jokes. with a frazzled breath, franny grabbed the arm of the nearest person “ hi, not tryna be weird, just tryna get a consensus but do you find this funny? ” she said, words coming out jet fast as she scrolled through her notes app for the ideas she had jotted down. 

“ okay, so basically i do this bit talking about how i hate ending conversations over the phone and i compare it to elton john trying to end a performance of bennie and the jets and then the song starts playing. i, like, mime it and ham it up really big because it seems never ending. ” as the words left franny’s mouth, she felt a large amount of her confidence shrivel up and die big time.

“ well ….thoughts? ”

lj didn’t know what the fuck a date dash was, but she did know how to have fun in a bar. dylan had hastily, and enthusiastically filled her in on the rules. no outsiders till after midnight, daisy dukes and diamond rings dress code, but most of all, dyl had pressed how excited she’d be to see her there. it didn’t take getting to know lj to grasp the idea the being all ra ra, yay greek life wasn’t really her thing, but for her girlfriend? why the hell not. at half past midnight, lj moseyed on into the roadhouse, black cowboy hat on her head, and eyes slightly glossed over thanks to the joint she’d just smoked in her car. at first glance, dylan was nowhere to be found, but lj highly doubted once her girlfriend spotted her, she wouldn’t make her way over. in the meantime, she settled at the bar and casually ordered herself a beer. gripping the bottle by it’s neck, lj sipped and turned to the person who had suddenly joined her side. at first glance, she couldn’t tell if they were a diamond, a daisy duke, or not trying at all so she asked, “what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

WHEN: March 24th, 2043

WHERE: Somewhere in NYC

Somehow, Joey had done it again – he had gotten lost in New York. While it hadn’t happen in quite some time, it had happened again. Joey couldn’t say he was surprised that this was happening, after all, he had decided to go to this ‘cronut’ place that his dad had always talked about and getting there was pretty easy, but now he couldn’t remember his way back home. While Joey could have easily asked for a taxi, he knew that he probably wasn’t going to be able to shout loud enough for one of them to hear – so he didn’t even try that. As he looked down at his phone to try and get some guidance, Joey sighed as he tried to unlock it, only to find that it was dead – this day wasn’t going as he planned to and now he was lost somewhere in New York. As he let out a sigh, Joey decided to do what he thought it was for the best and he approached someone, in hopes that someone would be nice enough to help him.

As he approached someone that looked familiar, he gave them a smile before he started talking. “Hey, can you help me? Do you have any idea where we’re at right now? And I meant that in as the location, not the time… Unless that shop was actually a big time machine and now we’re in like… 2023, you know?” Joey rambled, as he thought on what else to say – it probably wasn’t that good of an idea to ramble like that after asking for help, but it wasn’t like he could stop it. “Can I use your phone? Just so I can call an Uber and go back to school?” He asked, smiling again at the person standing in front of him.

WHEN: March 24th, 2043

WHERE: Ace of Spades, NYC

Candy wasn’t exactly living her best life in New York – she did nothing during the day and during the night, she would go out and get drunk. She had to admit that her plan in Los Angeles to get famous had flopped and now she was a bit lost on what to do next. However, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t excited whenever she went out at night in New York – it was definitely different than going out in LA, but it was still fun either way. This night she had ended up at the Ace of Spades getting some drinks by herself – it wasn’t like she cared that she was alone, she probably would end up meeting someone and going out with them, which was always a fun experience for Candy. As she ordered yet another drink, she looked to the side as she noticed someone sitting next to her in the bar – she could have told the person to sit somewhere else, but instead she turned to them.

“Do you know what’s the easiest way to get famous? Because I’ve been really trying lately and I can’t help but to feel that I’m not actually getting it…” Candy said, as she thought about what she went through in Los Angeles – before the other could give an answer, she interrupted to give some of her thoughts about the whole situation; after all, she had been the one that had started the conversation. “Because I just came back from Los Angeles and the famous people there are kind of weird… Most of them just do these dances on this weird app and they get money for it and they get famous… How is that like, even possible?” Candy rambled on, as she rolled her eyes and downed her drink – the alcohol was definitely starting to get to her, but she didn’t care.

WHEN: March 24th, 2043

WHERE: The View, Lima

Bentley had definitely been salty once he found out that he hadn’t gotten into the school he had applied for, he had to appreciate Lima. He wasn’t sure that if would have been able to make it in a big city or adjust to it that fast – after all, he had been in that small town all of his life and it was all that he ever knew, so maybe staying behind was for the best; at least for now, that’s what he kept telling himself. Bentley didn’t plan on staying in Lima forever, of course, this was just a step back – but he did appreciate spending some time by himself by the view. That place had become important to Bentley in the past few years and not just to him – everyone from Lima had been to the view at least once and it was a pretty big place when it came to hanging out.

This time Bentley had come alone – he didn’t work until later, which was great; he really wasn’t looking forward to spending his night at Breadstix again, but he needed the money to pay for rent and it was the best he could get. As he sat outside of his car, Bentley let out a sigh as he heard someone pulling up on their car behind him – as he turned his head to see who it was, Bentley raised an eyebrow at the person as they got out of their car. “Fancy seeing you here… Don’t tell me that you’ve come to dispose of some dead body or something like that. Because I definitely won’t be helping you with that.” Bentley said with a small chuckle, as he waited for the other to answer.

open starter!

Somehow, by the grit of her teeth, one of Aurora’s co-workers had convinced the young girl to go out for some drinks after their shifts. She was still trying to work on being a more social drinker, so  she said yes. After her first year in college, she had managed to find someone to make her a legitimate looking fake ID. It wasn’t going to be a huge night out, only just one or two drinks….tops. It was pretty packed at Ace of Spades and somehow, she had lost her friend in the crowd. While trying to find them, a stranger had came up to her to spark up a conversation. Naturally being too nice of a person, she talked to them. A few minutes went by, and the man had different motivates.

Trying to be flirty and sneak his hand around her waist, she shakes her head. “Uh, oh, I’m not interested,” she speaks nervously to the stranger. God, he just smelt like booze. So gross. Turning to the next person she could find, she smiles. “Oh my gosh, there you are. I totally lost you there for a second, what drink were you thinking of having?” 

Aurora hoped that the other person could see what she was trying to do because she needed this dude away from her. 

when: 22/03, mid-day

where: the streets of new york, just outside link’s apartment. 

link was a busy man on the go, places to be & people to see and all that. and while the places he needed to be usually consisted of cafe’s and shoe stores, it didn’t diminish their importance. it was clear to anyone who knew him that link was thriving in new york, it was his kind of city. and ‘taylor swift’s sixth studio album reputation’ had taken a shine to it too, thank god. so it was only appropriate that link get her a sister. and now that ‘if you seek amy’ - a beautiful green tree python - was apart of the family, link thought it would be a genius idea to show her the big apple.

snake wrapped around his forearm, her tongue flicking out to the air, link and ‘if you seek amy’ made their way down the streets - pretty oblivious to the people keeping their distance as they realized that, yes, this man was walking around with a snake. as link made his way back towards his apartment building, he caught a familiar face in the crowds and - in typical fashion - made a scene out of making his way over, shooing people away with his free hand.

“ hey bestie, long time no see, ” link greeted with a smirk and he stepped next to them. as he did this, ‘if you seek amy’s’ head darted up, looking around alert, until link gave her a pat on the head with his finger. “ this is my new baby, ‘if you seek amy’. she’s shy but, don’t worry, she’ll be just as much of a bitch as he sister and her daddy in no time. ”

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, March 5th

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Your character’s car

Walking home had sort of turned into a habit for Joey ever since he had started high school – unlike many of his friends, he couldn’t drive. He had tried many of times with his dads, but they would usually end up in disaster, whether because Joey got distracted with a family of ducks crossing the road, or because he just got confused when his dads asked him to turn left or right – turns out that lifting both of his hands to try to figure out which was left or right wasn’t a good idea when you were driving. Either way, Joey didn’t mind walking home – he would just put on his headphones and start walking, and at this point it was almost automatic. He normally wouldn’t get lost, so that hadn’t been a problem for his dads. As he was making his way home after rehearsal, Joey was so blasting Dua Lipa on his headphones and singing along to himself that he didn’t even notice someone following him in a car. As he took off his headphones, he heard a voice coming from the car and telling him to get in – not sure who it was, Joey decided to do what he thought was the right thing – and he got in the car, only to be surprised with the person that was on the wheel. “Oh, it’s you! I thought it was my Uber… But now that I think about it, I really didn’t ask for an Uber.” He said, as he wondered a bit about it. “Or one of those cars that drive themselves, those are really cool and they’re made of magic, which is kind of awesome.” He said with a small chuckle, as he looked at the other person. “I shouldn’t have gotten in the car without checking first… I mean, at least I know you and I’m not being taken to Indianapolis. My dads thought I was staying over at my uncle’s house but I was really trying to find a way back to here.” He said with a nod.