#frightstart

It went without saying that Daphne was exhausted. She had recently started her classes, and they were taking way too much of her time already. She knew this new job would only add to the equation. But, she had to make a paycheck somehow, and the hours were decent enough that she would still get to spend time with her son every day. She really couldn’t complain - but she also couldn’t keep her eyes open. It had been a long week, after all.

“I’ve had so much coffee in the last 24 hours that I’m almost positive the baristas have just started decafing me out of fear for my health” Kaelyn muttered as she looked down at her to-do list, which seemed to just keep growing and growing. She knew going into this though that being a co-owner that there would be a lot of stress. But this was more than even she was anticipating. Not paying attention as she walked and read the paper at the same time she didn’t noticed the hole in the sidewalk--sending her and her papers both flying with a small shriek from her as she fell. “For fucks sake.” She groaned, looking at her skinned knee and attempting to gather her belongings.

Annalee was stood with her hands perched fiercely on her hips as she glared up at the apple tree. She’d already collected more than enough apples to make the apple pies she was wanting to create, but there was one particularly shiny apple hanging just out of her reach. She wanted it. And she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She jumped once while cursing under her breath, her hand far from capturing the apple. “Where’s a tall person when you need one? Or at least a bucket to stand on or something.”

“so, tell me, do you think this scar i made looks too... gory for this event, or do we think it’s perfect and that i should recreate it on one of the actors?” she asked the other person, holding her forearm out to them with a half smile.

“don’t tell me how much to drink.” alex scoffed, her brown eyes hardening into a glare. she stirred her vodka cranberry again, it was only her what, second...one. she wasn’t sure but that was fine. “i’m gonna need to get drunk to survive this, this is the third time they’ve played monster mash.”

“I swear this damn kids really need a hobby or something.” Garrett shook his head, taking a puff from his cigarette “i know it’s my job to watch the place, but don’t you think they would get tired of trying to break in day after day?” 

While most everyone else was probably skulking about with terrible hangovers, Jules decided to do something with herself. This wasn’t the candle shop; it wasn’t her responsibility to make sure things ran smoothly on opening night, but she found she had been taking on enough that it could have been. Undoubtedly, Jules deserved a moment of peace, and she had come to the Gaslight Coffee Shop for just that only to find it wasn’t exactly the right place for peace and quiet. Instead of sticking around Jules ordered her drink to go and was content to be on her way until she turned around, only to run - or more like plow - into someone, subsequently dropping her brand new drink to the floor. “I - I’m sorry.” She managed to stammer out, although she wasn’t entirely sure that it had been her fault. 

Raelynn had been hard at work on a pallet project she had started a few days earlier. The prop likely wouldn’t be ready towards the end of the month, but she knew that if she put the right amount of effort into it, it would be worth the wait.