starter blog.

Antonio sat outside, looking at the shadows around him while he bathed in the sun shirtless. He already waved up there, hoping maybe his Grandpa Apollo might see him, but no response. He wanted his dad to hop through one of the spots of darkness, tell him this was all the work of some guy they were fighting this time, and that he just needed to wake up. He had wanted to go on a quest, but being dragged into one was not his plans. He flipped a drachma over and over, trying to think what Uncle Percy would do. He noticed a shadow cast over him, but when he looked up, it was just a person staring at him. “Oh… um… I thought you might be someone else. Um… hey?” he tried.

open to anyone

“don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he asked, looking over at the other who had been drinking beside him. he hadn’t counted just how many drinks they consumed, but he had noted they had more than two. and, he knew that most humans didn’t take too kindly to too much alcohol. he was lucky enough to find that alcohol prepared by the fae was much more potent and he’d grown very accustomed to it. so, human drinks served only to give him a buzz at the most. “i would hate to see you make a mess in here, whether it be outwardly or just with your appearance and behavior. i’ll take you home if i must, or i will entertain you if it will distract you enough to stop,” he offered, feeling generous.

“ wait… we should make a ship! ” nora exclaimed excitedly, as if she had been the first person to think of it. “ i mean… why hasn’t anyone done that already? ” she questioned and blinked, looking at the other with raised eyebrows as she sat with her back against the wall, while the sun warmed her skin perfectly. at least she could work on her tan a little bit while being stuck there. a sigh fell from her mouth as she closed her eyes and let the sun soak into her skin. “ people have probably thought about it already and debunked it, huh? ” nora replied quietly, before opening one eye and looking over at the other person who had joined her.  / @scatteredstarters​

to say that cricket is confused is the understatement of the century. she has no idea where she is, and she feels and looks different. that is a complete shock. despite this, she finds herself getting up and getting ready to explore. her first thought is to look for a store and buy more clothes, shoes, makeup - the whole works. when she sets out down the main street of town, that’s exactly what she plans on doing. however, as she makes her way through the emporium, she can’t help but pick up a guitar. music always did bring her comfort in times to stress. after leaving the store, she finds a bench to sit and fumble around with the strings. after a while, she begins to get the hang of it and starts playing a classic tune - rainbow connection, of course. it was the first song she learned to play on banjo, and will probably always be engrained in her head. as she’s playing, she barely hears the person approach. however, once she notices, she stops playing and looks up from the guitar. “ hi! “ she says cheerfully. “ normally, i wouldn’t mind taking requests but i’m afraid i’m a bit out of sorts at the moment. “

seeing some people get their parents back, morgan felt her heart ache even more for her own to show up. she had amazing friends here, and people that she loved, but she wanted to be able to just go to her mother and cry. morgan missed being able to talk to her mother about silly things – about being nervous whether her paper would be good enough or not. deciding that she needed to get some air, morgan left her house and went for a walk around town. there was still a chill in the air, after it snowed a couple of days ago. morgan still had a feeling that the fact that it snowed, had to have some kind of significance. something had to be luring in the shadows, just waiting to jump out and cause mayhem. wrapping her arms around her shoulders, morgan gently moved her hands up and down. morgan hadn’t been paying attention, so when she walked straight into someone else, she stumbled backwards a little but luckily managed to stay on her feet. “ jesus… hey! sorry about that, i seem to be in my own world lately… how are you? how are you coping with everything? ”

Lamia huffed as she rifled through some of the old metaphysical texts that Eden had given her earlier that day. Having never had any kind of job before, Lamia was secretly excited at the opportunity to do work of her own. Sure, it was at a shop that conveniently sold things that could end up being beneficial to her and her mother, but nobody needed to know that. She certainly didn’t need to think about. Armed only with books and a glorious beverage called coffee, Lamia had sequestered herself at a table in the library. Lamia had only heard about places like these from her mother, whose ‘library’ was just a shelf and a half of old text. Considering her life had just been turned on its head again, she yearned to find some sort of goal to focus on and let the rest sort itself out.

faith looked back and forth at the diner. she was hungry, and someone had pointed her in it’s direction to eat with. but every table was full. this was dinnertime, and it looked like the whole town had showed up. which made sense, if this was where the food was. but Faith didn’t like it. “h-h-hi?” she blushed, her voice quiet as a mouse as she approached someone who seemed semi-aproachable and had a chair open at their table.

Melanie glanced around her store, looking at the setup. It was… not great. Clearly, this place was meant for her. It looked similar to everything she had back home and the storefront literally had her name on it. And on top of that, she apparently lived in the apartment above the joint so clearly, it was hers now. And with that bit of information, Mel knew she needed to reorganize the place. She was wearing a cute workout outfit and began moving boxes, humming to herself as she did so. The door to the shop was open and she could hear the birds in the trees nearby singing a song. “I think the shirts would look best on that back wall,” she said to herself as she grabbed a handful and began to work her way toward the far racks. 

Although not one to usually start up a conversation, Frank was annoyed and needed to rant. And although his life was usually like the ‘please God just let me have one good day’ vine, as of late, it seemed to be especially so. “So my asshole roommate decided he wanted me to put some books out on our coffee table. But instead of handing one of them to me like a sane person, he yeeted it down the stairs and told me to catch it. And take a guess as to what happened next.” He said, motioning to the ice pack he was holding to the top of his head. Half-vampire strength and speed did not mean he had the best reflexes twenty-four/seven.

for someone who grew up hearing stories about the power of witchcraft, thackery shouldn’t be surprised. but he is. waking up in a strange new town with no recollection of how he got there has to be work of some kind of witchcraft. he’s studied it enough to know this doesn’t just happen naturally. despite himself, he stretches his long limbs and decides to investigate. he walks around town. as he walks past the diner, his stomach growls. time for food, he thinks to himself. he walks up to the counter and starts to sit on the only other occupied stool. “ mind if i sit here? “ he asks the person next to him.

Beau was wandering around, looking for someone who needs help. He looked up ahead and saw someone coming, but they looked like they were about to fall over. He ran over to them and caught them before they hit the sidewalk. “Y’all ok?” he asked.

Alex was lounging outside, bored out of his mind. He hadn’t been able to do any more favors recently. He couldn’t think of any new pranks. Worst part was he missed his family. He was really starting to hate this place. He saw someone coming up and gave them a lazy look. “Can I help you?”

Reilly looked out the window and sighed. It was raining. Of course. Their first day in a weird location and it had to be raining. They looked down at the clothes they were wearing. It started as an old dress of their mother’s, but Reilly had altered it into a crop top and saved the skirt half for later. They hoped that some of their sewing supplies would show up, but so far they didn’t see them. Then again, they hadn’t really looked, either. The top reminded Reilly of home and a sad smile flashed across their face for a moment as they changed into jeans and rain boots. Time to figure out what this place is, they thought to themself as they stepped out into the dreary day to explore their new home. 

“Free hugs!” Fend called out as he walked down main street with a little sign taped on his shirt. Brody had said something about the people in town needing his hugs, and Fend had decided to put them to good use, with the hope that they might help improve people’s day. As he spotted someone, he smiled and walked over to them. “Hi! Would you like a hug? I promise it’s free.”

hope can sense there’s something off about this planet. it’s unlike any planet the force user has ever stepped on before. she reaches out, looking for something - anything - that can give her a clue as to where is she is and how she arrived there. there’s something so faint that she can’t quite grasp onto. she pushes herself futher, deeper into the force. the darkness calls to her. it beckons her to take the plunge. she’ll have all the answers she’s looking for if only she’ll take that last step.