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open starter: @pinehavenstarters location: anywhere

It was sad to see such a little plant struggling. A pot too large for it. The roots likely expanding too far. And worse of all, an infestation. Judging by the leaves and its size, it was young and it didn't have a life of any kind of quality.

Willa bent down and sat besides the pot on the sidewalk. They rifled through their bag to see if they have any supplies to rid the flower from its horrible circumstances. As they weighed their options, they spoke to it as if it could hear them, "Now, who's been letting these pests get all up in you, lil guy?"

open starter: @pinehavenstarters location: lg bean + t

A small pop came from the karaoke machine. No matter what Josh plug into the back, the noise that came from it was either static or loud gurling noises. The pop was new. And that was probably a bad thing. He took a step back and examined the contraption. His eyes traveled down the clear plastic that exposed its mechanical innerworkings. Two hours before karaoke night; only two hours to make this work.

Josh felt his cheeks tingle and heat swell underneath his ribcage. His heart pounded. As he brought his hands up to his mouth, Josh stifled his mutterings. "It's fine. All of this is fine."

@liloubaudelaire

She knew very well that she was being a little bit painful right now. This woman was only the assistant and that didn’t mean she knew everything that was going on in the office, or knew of what her and Ms. Underwood discussed. But Penelope just need to know where to file so that, when she tried on her own with Ms. Underwood, that she could at least make some progress.

But Ms. Underwood was not there in the office at this moment. So, Penelope had to speak with the assistant. “I understand that it’s complicated, but I just need help with figuring out where to file. It would be much easier if Ms. Underwood was here, but she isn’t and I just would think you’d know since you work here where to file certain documents.”

@brcvehecrts (felicity)

Independence was a virtue Connor held dear. She was free from any shackles that might hold her down and navigated the world by the pull of her heart and the instinct in her gut. There was trust in the universe to protect her, regardless of what higher power might exist out there. To Connor, all of that was beyond her human understanding. Yet, there were talks of someone in Pinehaven who had a connection far greater than most others Connor knew. Despite the urge to handle things on her own or simply move on, forget what had happened, her heart was compelled to seek out this someone and her gut instinct was to adhere to this guidance as law.

It was an easy choice to walk to the Nifty Naturalist compound and ask to speak with the woman titled "The Oracle". Connor approached with her fingers twisted between themselves and her head held low.

"There's an imbalance and I need guidance through it. I've been told you're someone who can help?"

Umbrellas shouldn't be so sharp if they weren't meant to be used as a weapon, was all Night could think about. The tourists tottered away thrilled to get one number out of the two of them, but knew best not to further push the woman wielding her umbrella like a baseball bat. "Worth getting arrested over," she stated her opinion. Numbers only emboldens fuckhead like them. Makes them think they can just harass anyone they find mildly pretty and that they will eventually get what they want. But Night knew better than to argue right now. Now retreated in Lou Lou's, Night tilted her head at the other woman and folded her hands. It felt weird to ask because Night didn't know her very well, but the question itched at the back of her mind. "You okay?"

@btwnthepines

The question was enough to give Penelope pause. Was she really silent for that long? At least, she didn’t think so. She needed to think when she looked at the numbers, the statistics, and what the tests were saying about The Learning Center’s students (regardless of how little she felt that tests accurately reflect the abilities of said students). Penelope took in a deep breathe and brought her attention away from the documents and over to Whitley, to which Penelope felt comfortable consulting over such matters.

“It’s gotten a little hard to tell the difference, if I were to be completely honest with you, Ms. Underwood,” Penelope admitted. “Half the time I feel like I just speaking no on one when it comes to these policies. Unless you have suggestions on how I can simply ignore most of these, I think it’s safe to say that the silence is both.”

@cryforlxve

Fucking sucks. A small dent to her car was something she was going to be thinking about for a while. A simple collision and no one was hurt, as far as she was aware. She sneezed and hit the gas by accident. After all, Night had just gotten her car out of the shop.

In times like these, a nice roll-up would be enough to take the edge off, but she knew better than to be caught lighting up after a fender bender. So, Night reached into her pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Her eyes kept down on the package as she heard the other person get out of their car. A finger pawed out a cigarette and she fished out the lighter, flicking it.

Hearing the other person approach, Night put her lips to the cigarette and held it between them. A smirk dangled on her lips. Her eyes looked up at Tae-yeol. “Need a hit?” she asked, offer him the carton. “Take one or two. Anymore more than three and you’re going to have to buy me a new one.”