#nexstart

he should be making rounds :     doing more with his day than lounging in the plaza’s one and only cosmetics store. it smelled nice. better than ravel. and past times for that matter … all that junk really was stinking up the place, offering a knock - off scent similar to the one of his old nan’s house. paternal, not maternal. nothing wrong agnesia bianchi’s natural musk. sort of like lavender. but if grown in a floridian retirement home. 

                     ❛     i wouldn’t get that lotion if i were you …     ❜

nobody asked him, did they. but if he wasn’t to offer his usual services — serve and protect lowe’s — then he might as well branch out. examining his other options, if you would.

𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 always busy. in his past five years as a nurse, malachai’s had busy, busy days. he’s always liked that, however       —       it allows him to get out of his head. he’s always been one to dwell on things, and though contemplation and thoughtfulness have often swung things in his favor, it still doesn’t do well to dwell on those instances out of his control. today, however, he finds his mind wandering, as he does his very important task of checking charts and signing in patients. maybe it’s the lack of a task to keep his attention, but he’s out of it. it’s on the third attempt to rouse his thoughts that he actually notes the person in front of him.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ! You are now free to post whatever starters your little heart desires and begin exploring the pre - apocalyptic town of Fort Elms. The follow list is here, and if you’re not already in the discord chat, send an IM the main’s way so we can add you right away.

            ❛     𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 it sound like he’s a child you’re going to have to babysit.     ❜ 

                she’s leaning casually against the bar, tray of drinks in one hand, order pad in the other. nights at oats & barley are always busy, and it’s a welcome change from the day - to - day drivel of taking care of her mother. she loved her mother beyond anything else, but the predictability gets tiring. so she looks forward to getting out and working, occupying her mind with orders and the casual conversation of bar patrons.

                and maybe eavesdropping is a bad idea, sure, but sometimes she just can’t help it. she’s never been great at filtering her comments, so the statement’s out before she can catch herself.

        𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 in the back of the store, restocking records and lost in thought. camelot music is always quiet, but it’s quieter than usual today    ————     the only sound besides the rustling of her movements is the sound of billie jean playing over the speakers. she’s not opposed to the quiet    ————     in fact, she welcomes it. in comparison to the loudness at home, it’s exactly what she needs    ————     and work has always been the perfect excuse to get out of the house.

        she doesn’t hear the chime of the bell as a customer enters, too absorbed in her own head. she finishes restocking the upper wall    ————     they keep the newest records on the top shelf, and at five foot five she needed to stand on a chair on her tippy - toes in order to reach. noise behind her causes the blonde to start, losing her balance and tumbling off the chair. whoops. ever the accident magnet.

        she looks up in embarrassment, cheeks flushed pink, and clamors to her feet.