#chevent018

“shit, shit, shit,” sawyer groaned, his arms completely loaded with groceries as he dashed across the parking lot, looking up at the sky and cursing whatever weather gods might be up there. “how long ‘til this thing is supposed to hit?” he asked, “i don’t think i have enough time to get home.”

     “this is what my mom would make whenever there was a storm,” tate hummed as he stood over his stove, pushing around the vegetables that he was cooking for the dish. he was making japchae,  a pretty traditional korean dish that his mother would make all the time for him. it was probably his favorite, especially when it was nice and stormy out. it reminded him of his childhood, curling up on the couch with his mom as it thundered and eating out of their big bowls. “since we’re all probably going to be holed in our homes for a while i thought i could make you some, just so you’ll have some food. i think you’ll like it, though i could never do my mother’s recipe justice.” 

"hello, prescription meds still need prescription despite the tornado. yes, we have first aid kits and they include some over the counter medicine. you can't buy more than three. if you'd like to know everything that it includes, here's the list" she finishes her sentence by handing the customer a piece of paper with the list.

introducing event 18 ! ! ! you know the drill, please tag your open starters as #chevent018. you can write about anything related to hunkering down from tornado tortilla. this event starts today, september 7 and ends sunday, september 15. if you have questions, please send them to the main!

@hcrdloves // “worse places to be trapped than a movie theatre, right?” jace said, hearing the winds of the tornado outside. he’d just accompanied eddy and sofia to a showing of the lion king, and the storm was supposed to have hit after they’d left. “want to make it a double feature and go see angry birds 2?”

@dovepvrk // “thanks for coming out to the flicker club,” jace said through the mic to the… what looked like four people in the audience. “rain, shine, or tornado, there was no way i was going to not get paid for this gig, so here i am. everyone have a good night and get home safe.” he put away his guitar and walked off the stage, taking a seat next to someone at the bar and ordering a beer. “enjoy the show?” he wondered, taking a sip once he got his drink.