#wb.open

[cmplexities]

Location: Faux Folie

Open: Anyone~

It was a good day, a very good fucking day. Work went well, no one caused any unnecessary headaches, and Jack was in a good mood. And what better way to end the night than by getting drunk and dancing to music with strangers.

"Now darling dear" he drawled as he stood at the bar, "I get that I look like 1/4 Robocop, but if you keep staring like that I might have to end up buying you a drink"

#{—when the whole wide world felt young —} #wb.open #//i was convinced to make this starter #//but also! first open starter for yeehaw man

[father-jude]

Where: Street in front of The Church of the Holy Innocents, Manhattan

Who: Open to anyone

It was a brisk late afternoon when Jude stepped onto the street in front of the Church, his Church. At least he was responsible for it. Armed with a broom and a well worn winter coat, that covered his priests collar, he began his usual ritual of cleaning up the front steps, and the area around the doors. Especially the side entrance down to the shelter and kitchen. It might have seemed menial to many, a task that could easily be delegated to a volunteer or a deacon but the truth of it was that it was a mindless, relaxing activity that Jude found almost meditative. It also didn't hurt to walk around and make sure his leg got the exercise it needed, especially on cold days. He stopped and reaching into his pocket came out with only one glove. Looking around on the ground for the other. He spotted it at the side door entrance and reaching down to grab it felt someone move towards him. Looking up he nodded and said, "Happy New Year. I'm sorry, we haven't quite opened our doors yet for this afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?"

#wb.open #::whelp this is what came out. have at him::

[dtoussaint]

Location: Near any Subway Station For who: Anyone 7/10

Damien felt utterly naked. This was why he'd always prefer the safety of the dwellers' company; away from excessive greed, lust and betrayal. The stench of it lacked potency amongst the filth he'd grown accustomed to down in the dark and forgotten tunnels of the never sleeping city. But here, with so many strangers and without his cue stick, Damien felt almost defenseless; his sarcasm wasn't about to save him anytime soon. He gazed down at himself, taking a quick sniff. He'd cleaned up good today; not that he'd ever let himself smell remotely bad, but his clothes were passing. For a second there, he imagined himself at the MET, enjoying the art, but a quick look to his watch and his mood soured; it was too late. "Fuck me." He muttered to himself, finding himself unreasonably annoyed by the lingering festive vibe around him. Nagging his brother suddenly sounded like the best plan for the night. With that in mind, Damien did a 180 on his heels, ready to go, only to jump back at the sudden closeness of the person he'd almost bumped into in his hurry. "Jesus Christ! Sorry, I guess?"

#wb.open

[joaquimxmarques]

Start with a drink. Who: Open Where: Faux Folie

He started with a drink, whenever he came to the double-f he liked to experience each of its levels let himself slowly sink into vice and relaxation, get lost in the atmosphere of hedonism savoring the taste of other people's mistakes before he made his own. He was in the middle of people watching when someone caught his eye and approached. He gave them a once over and a smile. "Alright, you have my attention, what will you do with it?"

#wb.open #location:faux folie #thread

[astrorahi]

open to: all setting: the bar + close to the smoking area

Had anyone seen Rahi at the last city event, they would hardly recognize him now. An entirely good thing. Where melancholy had filled him previously, now there's a weight dropped off of strong shoulders. Much to Rahi's dislike, it's not an exact science — but little by little, he'd started to feel like himself again.

"I don't have a light," Rahi laughs, predicting a question that hadn't yet hit the air. It's a classic. The lights bathe him in alternating schemes of violets and blues. "I haven't smoked in — not that long, but long enough to feel superior about it." Honesty reframed into a harmless quip. "But the bartender really likes me, if you wanna order up."

#wb.open #always feel free to assuming anything im v down

[lararivkin]

where: brookfield place status: open

Making this trek wasn't just for Mah Ze Dar's brioche doughnuts wasn't worth it - considering she could have just as easily stopped in Midtown to achieve the same goal, but last minute shopping simply had to be done. Simple, yet expensive gifts were easy to find. And the lights here during the holidays took all of her worries away. Colorful, beautiful, relaxing. Finishing the last bite of her doughnut and wiping at her face, she stood - nearly making a mess of herself and walking into another passerby. Clearing her throat, she put on a polite, yet tight smile. "Excuse me. That's my bad. Should have looked where I was stepping -- You look in a hurry, are you?"

#wb.open

[brkwingss]

For: Open to all Location: Faux Foile

It wasn’t every day that Ricardo was out on a date with someone. He was actually kind of excited for it...that is until the woman he was with started to drink a little too much. He honestly couldn’t tell you when his date had turned from friendly conversation to him comforting the blonde woman over a recent break-up. Now all he really wanted to do was crawl underneath a rock and curse himself for even agreeing to go on a date with anyone, though he supposes this much be karma because he knew full well, he didn't have intentions of this ever going beyond a couple of drinks and laughs anyway. By this point he had been comforting her for what felt like years, and he had finally decided he couldn’t really sit here anymore and do it. The place was packed tonight but that didn't stop him from scanning around in hopes of finding someone that might look familiar. "You said you needed me for something?" He asks the next person who passed way, hoping they'd catch on and help him out.

#wb.open #//please feel free to assume connections <3

[intxication]

Open: Syndicate Members Location: Jumping Jack

It was several hours before Mathias needed to complete a job, which meant it was down time for him. While he usually wandered around the city or stayed home during times like this, he found himself at the power plant today. It was technically closer to where he needed to do the job, so he didn't think too much of it. As time ticked away on his phone, Mathias finally pulled himself to his feet to find whoever else was there.

"Hey, what are you doing right now? Can you give me a ride up north?"

#{—killing strangers—} #wb.open

[caininvestigations]

open to: all location: the cloisters

It was clear, if you knew him well, that this was not a place that Clark enjoyed being. However, socialising with people like this could lead to business, and a lot of it. You introduce yourself, hand people your card, and hopefully the calls would come rolling in. Still he found himself having to take a step away from the hustle and bustle, lighting up a cigarette (which he had sworn he'd stopped doing for the 100th time now) and breathed a small sigh of relief for being away from the crowd. Though it seemed he wasn't the only one that had that idea, "Needed a breather?" He asked the person approaching, a friendly smile on their face. "All I can offer is promise of no political talk and a cigarette, but that seems like a pretty good deal to me."

#wb.open #caininvestigations.speaks #event.tpr

[birdietempleton]

status: open! where; Met Cloisters, gothic wing

She's thinking that this party couldn't pass any slower; Birdie's already burnt out on being any kind of sociably astute and she wants nothing more than to answer the call of her own shit wine in her own shit apartment. Currently; Bridget has slipped from the mingling and into a gallery of religious artworks that seemed accessible, even if it was outside the party's purview. She's eyeing old, grim artworks that look like they belong in a cathedral in keeping with The Cloisters themselves. She really wishes she'd had occasion to visit this place before now, and resolves to come back here another time, preferably alone.

The building introduces a second person though; the stone floors make it hard to sneak up on people, after all, and she smiles to the newcomer even if it doesn't reach her eyes. "Got a bit loud." She says.

#wb.open #don't bully her she'll die

[alexxcarrasco]

where: The Cloisters

who: open to all!

Alex tipped the third glass of wine against her lips, finishing it off before setting it down with a sigh. She hadn't wanted to come to this event, but she felt like she had to. She had hoped that someone would ask her to be their date, but that didn't happen. Though, it wasn't like she had any potential suitors anyway.

"Do you think something exciting is going to happen soon?" She asked the person nearest her. "I thought that by the time I drank three glasses of wine, I'd be having a better time."

#wb.open #event: political rendezvous

[rippedstitch-s]

Status: OPEN Location: The Cloisters

He hasn’t had the greatest track record with NYC events. Last time, he’d left the Top of the Standard covered in his lovers blood (and somehow that had been a good thing?). The time before had started a months-long stint of wondering when his bosses would have him stabbed and thrown in the Hudson.

So Asa's trying to lay low. Survey. A scarred up hand holds a cocktail and the other is tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket. “I truthfully didn’t know this place existed until I got the news about this event. It’s absolutely beautiful, but…. bit intimidating in that looming religious macabre way.” A small laugh, a sip of the fruity drink in his hand. “Just feels like someone had a demon exorcised out of them here. Gives me the creeps.”

#wb.open #just wanna get my lil guy out there

[strcngerwrcld]

Location: Donut Shop

Time is of the essence. So much so that it becomes an illusive void within these drab cubicle walls. Seconds, minutes, and hours fled from him particularly easy today. Files stacked to an all time high, the tinny blare of phone calls a constant soundtrack throughout the floor (the killing room as he liked to put it). It’s enough to drive anyone mad, really. Stay here long enough and the lucky ones learn how to finetune their selective hearing. The rest, though? Well, there’s a reason why the turnover rates so damn high.

By the time Ajay finally makes his way out of the soul sucking building it’s well into the late evening. Weakened to nothing but a husk, he stumbles through town in search of sustenance — literally anything to provide enough energy for the long trip home. So, when he bumbles his way into this fine establishment (call it what it really is — a donut shop), Ajay swears his nth wind surfaces. The only issue now is deciding which sugary pick-me-up should be chosen.

"Which one should I get?" He said out loud.

#wb.open #{—i can't believe that we can never meet again—}

[theyperform]

location: GENTILLE FILLE, neutral.

Harley's job was to help people enjoy themselves, and it didn't matter to him in what way that meant. People came to Gentille Fille for a lot of things, and they came to see the dancers for a lot of reasons, but they didn't care what the reason was so long as they were getting paid. They would dance, be intimate, or just sit and listen to their life stories and lend an ear. It was amazing the amount of information people would give away with a little alcohol in their system. "What is it that you're looking for tonight?" He asked to the person he assumed was interested in something, from the way their eyes connected from across the room just minutes before. "Anything I can help you with, or direct you towards if your tastes are somewhat... different?"

#wb.open #theyperform.starter

[lifexsaved]

Night time, anywhere in the city.

It had been a particularly bad day at work, having lost one of her favourite patients, one she had been caring for since she moved to New York City. It happened, she knew that. She also knew that it was out of her control but that didn't stop Isabelle from feeling sad about it. On her way home, she could've sworn she heard something in one of the alleyways. The woman knew New York could be dangerous, but it sounded like someone needed help and she couldn't just walk away from that. "Are you okay?" Isabelle asked, lowering herself quickly to the ground to try and access for injuries. "What happened?" A pause, and the familiar wetness of blood was felt on her hands. God, this lighting was so shit. "Help, somebody! I need a little light over here!"

#could be the injured person or a passerby or maybe this is a setup !! #up to you! #wb.open #i'll msg people who reacted to my plotting call tmr whilst i work but for the meantime feel free to assume connections !! #lifexsaved.speaks #blood tw #injury tw #death mention tw

[kimxsuho]

Location: Suho's Flower shop, (Manhattan, Neutral) Time: Opening hours Who: Anyone

Clipping plants was always so relaxing to him. Suho could never tell what he enjoyed the most about it; the action itself, making things come together or the final product itself. Though, as long as it brought joy and peacefulness in his life, the answer wasn't needed.

He'd been working on a new arrangement to present to a customer as table center for their wedding in Fall for some time now, but only because he was alone in the store today and had to juggle between this and everything else. He heard the doorbell chiming and smiled. "Please, come in. I'll be with you in a moment." He said from behind the countertop. He just wanted to finish placing this one branch first.

#wb.open