― ain't no place for a hero

( open starter @icariastarters​ )

Millicent was dealing with a lot of mixed emotions. While she had not known any of the victims personally, the scenario had her filled with sorrow. Her heart had reached out to those who were affected in a deeper way than herself. That’s how she found herself sitting alone, actively reaching for some sort of vision that could help save those who had yet to be found. If her power could be helpful at any time, it would be now. 

Hearing footsteps approaching her spot in the grass, Millie glanced up. Words refused to form in her throat, so she proceeded to stare for a moment before looking back at the skyline. “I’m pushing my power,” she whispered in explanation. “I’m hoping that if I reach out hard enough I’ll — I’ll be able to help somehow.”

Matthias had come to this island for safety. He had been attacked shortly before his move a year ago, a disastrous end to a yacht party. He escaped with questions that were never answered and fears that what had almost happened to him was what had now happened to Calisto, Trevor, and Dee. He already donated a large cash sum to Dee’s shop, the one thing he could do. He had also offered to pay for the funeral but been told it was already covered. It didn’t scare away the darkness that lingered in his mind, the fear. So he decided a walk would do him better -- which was what led him to Millie. 

    Enrolling on that open-24-hours gym had certainly been one of the best decisions that Sasha had taken all year, last year. With her hectic schedule, it was hard to tell when she would have time to hit the gym and she couldn’t afford the luxury of having a two-hour time slot in his day, every day, at the same hours. And that was one of the few fitness centers in Icaria that never closed, so she needn’t worry about punctuality anymore than she did as a doctor. Yet that was not the only reason that made her choose that specific gym. It had a huge swimming pool underground that was also open for use all night long. An avid swimmer since childhood, Sasha couldn’t decline the opportunity of having a swimming pool all to herself, all night (for that was the time in which the gym had fewer attendees, and, usually, the time slot that he had available for exercising).

      That was another one of those long nights that she spent at the gym. Swimming, or simply enjoying the calm and the silence that the lonely pool provided… It was something, she found, that helped keep her mind away from issues that she wanted to avoid, at least for the time being. And most importantly, exercising kept her away from, not just thoughts, but a habit that she had been trying to avoid, as of recent… And so, there she was, in the silent, isolated pool. After having done a few rounds, she found herself quietly contemplating… That is before her train of thought was cut off by an abrupt noise in the distance. Someone seemed to be coming by the desolated pool area… No one was supposed to be there at that hour. Well, no one except herself and herself only.

      Curious, and slightly worried, she immediately asked, ❛ Who’s there? ❜

matthias had his own pool with crystalline waters and a gorgeous view. but as one might expect, the view was less appealing when there was a thunderstorm battering the island. typically he’d have some other arrangement -- a party to host or attend to, a guest to entertain -- but tonight was one of those rare free nights he had. and he hated those nights. after trying and failing to read a book, watch a show, do something in the solitude of his sprawling mansion -- he gave up. few places were open this late at night but the local gym was.

why did he have a membership to something he had at home? company. he was alone at his home gym -- not the case here. not always preferable when he wanted to focus on his workout but that wasn’t the case tonight. yet since it was mostly empty, he decided to head down to the pool; more pleasant than the weights or the treadmill. but the pool wasn’t unoccupied.

i. BASICS

FULL NAME: matthias solberg 

PRONOUNCED: ma-tee-us sole-berg

NICKNAMES: n/a

FACE CLAIM: daniel sharman

AGE: thirty

SEXUALITY: pansexual, panromantic

DATE OF BIRTH: june 14th

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis male && he/him

PARENT: zeus

EDUCATION: mst in international relations from the university of cambridge

OCCUPATION: unemployed / richer than necessary

LUNA always loved when new people came to visit the shop . the more potential regulars , the better . when dee walked through the door , luna made sure to be as kind as possible , given her usually dark presence . hearing the other admit that she wasn’t sure what she was looking for , luna frowned . “ THIS being occult stuff ? ” she asked softly . “ because that’s totally okay . i sell some regular stuff too – candles and whatnot . ”

IT always made nova smile when she watched matthias walk into the winery . he definitely was one of her best ( and top paying ) customers . when he told her that she could give him whatever she recommended , nova grinned . “ in that case , you’ll be glad to know that i just finished producing a KILLER pinot noir that i’m sure you’ll love . ” she hummed as she immediately started to pour him a glass , without waiting for an answer .

— "YEAH, that’s probably true,“ she agreed, releasing the pups from her grip, "i’ll probably explode from happiness!” getting up from her place on the floor, dusting all the fur off before walking over to the other and taking the seat besides her, “so what’s my favorite bartender doing at a place called, lots of love?”

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— CROSS legged on the floor with three pups on her lap and another in her arm, reigne reached out for yet another that was running past her, an unconcealed beatific expression evident, “is there a legal limit to how many pets you can have? i just want to take them all home,” her voice a tone higher from adoring the dogs.

❝ — college students and weirdos did laundry at night. cam graduated college long ago, so he supposed he fell into the latter category. or perhaps there could be a new category: people whose washers broke mid-wash cycle. and so, there he stood. dressed in his pajamas, standing in front of a tumbling washer with a stain stick — hyper-focused on the makeup smudge on the collar. the stick seemed to be doing nothing, and so he shook his (perhaps a bit violently.) 

“this is not working like the commercial said it would. i feel lied to.”

( @icariastarters​ / open starter )

calisto was a college student. bartending was a pretty sweet gig but it didn’t afford her an apartment with a washing machine. admittedly, the place she rented was on the older side. gods only knew if you could hook one up in there -- and she was no child of hephaestus. she was minding her own business, an earbud in one ear while she half listened to her surroundings in case. she was close enough to catch the other’s mutterings, glancing over at his predicament.

AT first, nova had thought that her idea of opening a winery was beyond stupid. after all, that’s what people would expect the daughter of dionysus to do right? find a career in the wine business. these days though, nova poured everything she had into make sure that supernova thrived, as well as making sure she sold nothing but the best homegrown wine. watching a person walk through the door of her winery, nova smirked and leaned against the bar top. “ what’ll it be, sweetheart? ” she asked sweetly.

LUNAR eclipse was luna’s entire life. she put her heart and soul into opening her tiny little shop and she thrived herself on providing the people of icaria with nothing but the best in forms of metaphysical supplies. whether is was healing crystals, herbs for spells, or potions, you could find it in luna’s quaint little shop. every time the little bell above the door chimed, luna’s eyes lit up. “ hi there ! welcome in ! can i help you find anything today ? ”

“Yeah don’t hate yourself. It’s a bad idea,” Blair said starting to smile. “Thanks kid, yours looks pretty good too.”

“Oh come on! The auction will be fun, we can get a few drinks. Have a laugh on who picks who… Maybe a little gossip. You can’t tell me that that doesn’t appeal to you.”

“Oh no, I don’t dance.” Siofra hadn’t even been to a party in years. The idea of getting up and dancing wasn’t one she reacted to well. She hadn’t even wanted to attend, only going at the insistence of her friends.

Parties were something that he enjoyed a lot, it was even more fun after he started dating, because his girlfriend made anywhere be a thousand times more fun, but he was biased of course, “I don’t either, I can’t even walk with heels, but maybe it’s a matter of practice.”

ari had taken up the spot on the other side of the table. a minute ago, they’d pushed away all the plates and cutlery and glasses to make enough space for them to nap. they were resting their head in their arms, looking out at the dancefloor, when they responded: “it’s, like, a superpower.” then a pause before: “i kinda wanna learn how to do that. heels just seem … powerful.”

“With a lot of practice and no small amount of self hatred and punishment.” Blair murmured as she looked on at the others dancing. She herself had wore a suit for the party. Much more her style, but she could certainly appreciate the figures in the dresses.