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Squid Game S2 | E3 (2024)

Isabella kept notes of things that she would need to remember when it came to her clients, family, and friends food preferences. Jin was the only one whom lived in Turtle Bay that she knew of that was not a fan of seafood. She decided not to question it cause it was none of her business, she was just glad he was so upfront when they first met chuckling responding, "You are lucky I remember the small details cause I would have tried making you a salmon or tuna burger. I am trying that out on my next guinea pig." She smiled enjoying the sun on her skin.

“Salmon burger.” Jin repeated it flatly, like it had been an insult. And honestly in his eyes it totally was. It did sound like something his mother would serve him, though, so he was glad that when he was a child she didn’t know about that kind of dish. “I’d probably never show up to one of these things again if you tried to feed me that.” He said it with enough of a smile that it was clear he was mostly joking. Mostly. 

He considered her question about venues for a moment while slowly turning the glass in his hand. “I mean, I only regularly DJ at Envy on weekends. But I have checked out some of the other places too, just to get a feel of them, you know? They seem pretty good. The vibes are always good. The crowds are very different from New York, though, a lot more relaxed.” He was used to a different kind of energy when he was in the DJ booth. He didn’t hate it, of course, but it took some getting used to.

Closed Starter: Kang Hyun-Jin @mconpoetry

Location: Isabella's Downtown Apartment Patio.

Isabella was wanting to test out a burger recipe before she took it to her clients. She had already had a few people be guinea pigs with it, she needed to make some slight changes and so far each change had made them better. The chef in her had all the fixings the two of them would want. And everything was all prepared so she could impress him with her grilling techniques having only made pastas and other dishes that did show that off like other things Jin had seen over time since they met.

Jin chuckled lightly as he followed her outside with his drink, settling somewhere he wouldn’t be in the way of her brilliance. “No seafood is very much noted and appreciated.” He told her and took to his chest with a warm smile. He sipped his drink, a red wine he had found behind her bar, and leaned back in his seat. 

The phone call had ended so abruptly that Adam thought he'd hung up by mistake. He tore his phone away from his ear, stared incredulously down at the flashing 'call ended' on screen, and thought expressly, about throwing his cell into the ocean, if only it mean he'd never have to hear from that pompous piece of shit media executive ever gain.

"Fuckin' asshole-" he mumbled into the lip of his take away coffee cup, fiddling absently with the cigarette tucked behind his left ear.

It was only then he realised he had come to a stock still stop in front of a church. Scowling, Adam pursed his lips and stared up at the sun blotting cross on top of the spire, adjusting his sunnies as to not blind himself. Technically he was Catholic, though very severely lapsed.

"-think if I ask God super nicely he's smote someone for me?" Adam glanced at the random person beside him "-they're a multi-millionaire so like, it's not like they're a real person anyway."

Looking up at the cross he thought about the other’s question for a moment. “Historically, the smiting request success rate is pretty low on God’s side. But knowing you, I think you have the knack for doing it yourself.” He said, unable to hold his tongue around the other. “But since it’s a multi-millionaire... he might be more eager to help. Who knows.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“What brings you to Turtlebay, Mozart?” 

Where: Forrest Drinks

Honestly Cameron wasn't expecting this. Seeing his neighborhood at his bar but he was fine with that. Just would make the stories that he made up even funnier. "Surprised to see you here." He joked lightly, while looking over at him for a moment. "Figured you would be somewhere else tonight." In his mind, he thought that Kang was a stripper at Whispers but he could be wrong.

"What can I get for you tonight? Whatever you want it is on the house. Just cause you aren't that bad of a neighbor." Even though he did get in late from time to time but it seemed like Kang got in later than him at times.

Jin tilted his head slightly, giving a confused but polite smile. “Somewhere else? Is there a HOA meeting or something I wasn’t informed of?” Mentally, he was going through his calendar to check if there was somewhere else he was meant to be instead of here, enjoying a drink. He was not in the habit of ditching plans, so it would have been very out of character for him if he had missed something.

“Uh,” Jin snapped back to the moment and sat down on one of the stools by the bar. “I’ll have a glass of red wine. Any is fine.” He had come to love most red wines. “You don’t have to do that…” He started, but offered a grateful smile. “But I can’t turn down a free drink, so I’ll let you. Is this your bar?” 

Jin looked back to Emmie. He had noticed her earlier. It had, frankly, been hard not to when she’d been moving through the party like it ran on her personally. Which, he supposed, it did. “You’re the hostess, right?” It wasn’t really a question. “How is it going from your end? And why are you hiding in the barn?” He gave her a playful smile. 

The Whom: Andrew Callahan & ??

Where: Ace Hardware

Andrew was looking down at something when he heard the bell above the door. Tucking the pencil behind his ear now, he smiled at the person. "Hello and welcome in, what can I do for you today? Looking for something specific? Or lookin' to start a project?" He questioned with that smile still on his lips. "Whatever you need, I'm your guy to help or get materials for you."

Gabe had come into town for one simple errand, something out of his new normal that he expected to run smoothly. Apparently, that was too much to ask, because as he exited the place that hadn't had what he needed anyway, he stumbled into some fresh hell, sprinkled with vaguely familiar faces. The familiarity was probably more related to the fact that he'd lived here for formative decades than it was to anything else. Still, he was automatically too irritated to parse out what was happening, asking the first person he could find. “Please tell me there’s a reasonable explanation for this, because I’m fresh out of patience.”

Emmie moved like a bride down the aisle, every few steps she greeted guests with a warm smile and a 'thanks for coming.' She threw up her hand in a wave a few times, her other hand tightly wrapped around a glass. Her cheeks ached from carrying the big grin. She just needed a few seconds. Looking over her shoulder before ducking inside the little shed/barn feet away. Emmie gasped and jumped back after she bumped into a person. "Holy fu - you scared me!"

He hadn’t really planned on saying anything. He rarely did, especially to strangers on boardwalks. But the board she was standing next to had caused his soul to leave his body by shifting under his foot not thirty seconds ago. “Be careful,” he said, and pointed down towards the board just to her left. “That one moves.” He turned and pointed to one closer to the stairs leading back to the sidewalk. “There’s another one over there, but it felt more like a gentle warning instead of this vibe check from god.”