22 August 2017 @ 07:16 pm
OTA  
When the ghosts and monsters disappeared from Itinere, they took with them the living ghost Katniss had clung to so tightly for the past two years. Prim had disappeared; disappeared and didn't come back, instead returned to a world where Katniss had been the one to die. It had hurt, hurt as much as losing her sister the first time. The full moon hadn't been easy to get through. Nothing about the past few weeks had been easy to get through.

But she had survived. She had survived just like she had survived every difficult situation in her past. Her father's death, the Hunger Games and all that had followed. Watching Prim die, only to find her here in Itinere and eventually lose her all over again. Learning to accept her newfound abilities as a werewolf. She had survived. But this time it had been a little easier. Easier not because of the walls built up from tragedy but the walls she had knocked down. Sometime in the past month, Katniss had all but moved in to Matt's apartment without quite realizing it. Having him, knowing he loves her, somehow made pain easier to bear. Things weren't perfect but they weren't as hopeless as before.

Sooner than expected, the pain fades to a dull ache. She starts to spend less time in the woods or hiding in Matt's apartment and more time enjoying what she loves most about Itinere's summers. The beach remains one of her favorite spots, the ocean vast and endless and beautiful. With her new senses, it's as if she's seeing the coast for the first time all over again: the smell of the salt distinct and sharp, the ability to catch sight of small fish swimming in the pools. Walking along the shore gives her the kind of calm that tying Finnick's rope had in a bomb shelter under District 13. She even smiles a little when others pass, no longer feeling as shy and awkward in her skin. It's a good feeling, something that Katniss has missed.

She also starts to spend time at the Houndstooth again. She's missed it, missed chatting with Lucy and trying all the new drinks and foods the girl recommends. One night, rather than going home early, she stays for the open mic night. It's a good day, a day free of any werewolf-caused-accidents or too much of the sadness associated with Prim's loss. Today almost feels like it could be normal and in that, she feels like celebrating. She approaches the empty mic with a shy kind of look on her face. Katniss smooths the front of her shirt, wishing her hair wasn't in the braid so she could almost hide behind it. She's been in the spotlight before but this time, it's something she chooses for no other reason than fun. And then she starts to sing.
 
 
25 May 2017 @ 09:49 pm
When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you | OPEN  
ACTION
Kara Danvers knows loss. Of course she does. Her planet died; her family with it, with the exception of Kal. Most people would know him by his human name: Clark Kent.

But this...this is so much different. This feels like a heavy ache that refuses to do anything other than persist. It doesn't want to fade. It doesn't want to go away. It hurts to have been so much in love and to know that the sentiment was shared and still to be torn apart so cruelly. It's almost worse that he'd been so brave about it.

She'd needed some time alone. She'd needed to get away from everyone asking her if she was okay; she's not okay. She's not going to be okay with this probably ever. Even when she heals from what feels like a gaping wound in her heart, she's still never going to be okay with losing her first love the way she did. But maybe she can move on a little faster if she doesn't have an older sister and several friends hovering to try to make sure that she's all right. So Kara walked through the door.

...and when she immediately regretted her decision and thought better of it to head back, the door opened to nothing more than a wall. There had been punching of said wall. There had been feral screams of pent up depression and anger and raw emotion. There had been tears.

And then she'd walked away. Now she's roaming the streets of this new place, trying to decide whether it's the Universe's way of telling her she really does need this break from life or whether this is something more sinister. Tear tracks are mostly gone by the time she starts to see othe people walking the same street she is and she assumes she's further into town at that point. Seeing what's clearly a bar — Houndstooth, huh? — nearly sets her off in tears again because Mon-El worked in the alien bar and she has a ton of great memories with him in bars, but instead, she lifts her chin and pushes the door open, marching in with purpose. She can't drink her sorrow away but maybe she can knock back a drink or twenty and reminisce for a minute while she tries to figure out what the heck she's supposed to do with herself.

Well. That and bartenders and regulars tend to know a lot more than most people think they do, in Kara's experience. Maybe someone can offer her some insight. Worst case scenario, she can blow off a little steam. The alcohol hardly touches her, but she does get that little warm sensation in her cheeks and there's something weirdly comforting about that. In a pinch, maybe that'll do.

TEXT
What is this? Does this connect to a special app or something or am I just calling out into the ether?

Hello? Can anybody see this?
 
 
04 January 2017 @ 06:37 pm
Open + Closed Text  
I got bored last night and made cupcakes. The Houndstooth is now serving dark chocolate cupcakes with peppermint cream frosting and hot chocolate cupcakes. If you don't like chocolate...what is wrong with you?

(ooc: action is totally a go)

Closed to Duke


Hey, Pirate Man, you up for an adventure?
 
 
31 October 2016 @ 03:00 pm
open || i heard that you make old things new; so I give these pieces all to you  
The monsters have been gone from Itinere for a few days now. The city is repairing itself in that strange way it does and the quiet couldn't be more unwelcoming as far as Adam is concerned. At least while the monsters were invading there were other things to focus on. Keep the Barns safe. Keep Ronan safe. Keep Opal safe. Stay alive. Survive. Somehow, some way, survive. Now, there's only himself and his own guilt to wallow in. He could have done something more. He should have been faster, stronger, better... just better.

He's waited a few days, waited to see if Noah comes back twenty-four hours or so after his death. He's waited more than twenty-four hours, searching, hoping, checking his phone contacts and finding Noah's name missing... still. His heart hurts. He kind of hates himself for not being more than he is, for not saving Noah. He's mad at Noah too in a completely irrational way. Noah, who kept telling him to go, who wouldn't fight with him, who is just... gone.

Finally, he has to accept it. It's easier said than done. Noah is gone. Noah is gone. Noah is gone.

Adam dives into his work. Parrish's garage is open very early in the mornings and closed far past normal working hours. He repairs everything that is brought in and tinkers with things he already has. He builds skateboards, bikes, engines, etc. During his lunch breaks he goes over to Subtext, the bookstore, and reads. He reads so many books, mostly about engineering, some about medical things. He takes notes on things he wants to remember.

Keeping his mind busy is the best plan, he thinks.

One night he stops by The Houndstooth to do a practice run, to tell two strange girls that Noah is gone. It isn't easy, not even a little bit. But most nights he usually grabs dinner in town and takes it back to the Barns for Ronan and Opal. And every so often, he goes to that alleyway where Adam had led Noah to try to lose the monster that had attacked them. He imagines he can still see the bloody mess of his friend's body there. He tries to say goodbye to him, but all he can come up with is every apology under the sun, again and again. I'm sorry, Noah. I'm sorry.
 
 
02 October 2016 @ 12:12 pm
open :: mingle :: waiting out the storm  

Jill was at work when the first monsters started flooding the town yesterday. Lucy is with her, of course. They're never too far away from one another at any given time. The monsters seem to be entering Itinere in a never-ending trickle of terrible, with nothing on their minds but destruction and blood shed. In the basement, she found some ply wood boards Marley has had on hand for bad storms that might sweep through at home. With some of the patrons' help, she's boarded up the windows of The Houndstooth and locked the doors.

Safely inside, Jill offers up drinks and food to those who are holing up inside with her. She's not a fighter. She wouldn't know the first thing about working a gun or wielding a sword... which is probably something that she should eventually change. For now though, she can help keep people cared for in this way, she can offer up a safe harbor during the deluge of... whatever this is.

* * *

[ She flips on the communication of the device and her face appears on everyone's screens. ]

Hey. Some of you may know me. Some may not. I'm Jill. I own The Houndstooth in the center of town on main street. The windows are boarded up and the doors locked. But if anyone needs a safe space to stay while things are crazy out there, or just wants to wait out whatever this is with other people, the doors are open for you. We'll let you in.

[ There's a pounding at the door and Jill momentarily looks away as someone says it's a citizen and Jill tells them to let them in. She looks back at the screen. ] Otherwise, stay safe out there, okay? Okay.


ooc: Use this as a mingle for all things The Houndstooth through the entire month until things clear up. Whether it's a stop off or the need for medical treatment or just waiting things out until all is calm again. Open or closed threads welcome for anything and everything.
 
 
10 April 2016 @ 12:46 pm
Open | It's an ark party! | network + action  
[Backdated to April 5th-ish]


[ Lucy appears on the video screen. She's dressed like this and is wearing a bright smile. ]

Ahoy, Maties! Jill and I were feeling a little Noah's Ark so we wished up a house boat. I made key lime cupcakes and stocked the liquor cabinet. You're all invited to come see out the flood in house boat party style with us. We'll be docked for the next hour or so then we're going to be out on the open sea...or main street depending on just how bad the flooding gets. Party like it's 2348 BC!

[ Video out]

action;

True to her word, Lucy, Jill and the house boat are docked for an hour or so to pick up any passengers. After that, they will sail out to sea, anchor, open all the sliding doors of the boat and party despite the rain. There will be food (hamburgers, hot dogs, etc), drinks and dancing. Come enjoy the pouring rain! Those with boats are welcome to anchor next to the house boat and party along side.

[Feel free to make your own threads, mingle and treat this like a party post. Let me know if you want Lucy in particular.]
 
 
27 March 2016 @ 02:50 pm
[open]  
At some point in the chaos, Persephone had disappeared. Blue had mourned the loss of the woman who had helped to raise her. But as more time has passed, the easier it's become to live here without feeling the ache of missing people back home. Sure, she still misses her family almost every day. She especially misses Moira Sargent. This is the longest she's ever been away from home and her mother and it hasn't always been easy. But Blue's lucky. She knows that she's lucky. Each of her raven boys are still here. As long as she has them in her life, Blue knows that she's at home.

Since it's return, Blue has spent a good amount of her time cleaning up Monmouth. She doubts that the warehouse home has ever been so clean. At least, not since Gansey had originally moved in. The big difference between the Monmouth here in Itinere and the one back in Henrietta is that this one is her home. She had moved in shortly after arriving here and has yet to move out. Even the appearance of a 300 Fox Way on one of the random blocks in town hasn't gotten her to budge. She had tried for all of one night but it's just not the same without all of the women that lived in the house with her.

So she cleans. And cooks. And continues to work her part-time job at one of the cafes downtown. She rides her bike around town and spends enough time at the beach that she suspects that she might be getting a tan. As lives go, it's not a bad one. Especially given that whole end of the world thing that nearly happened a couple of months ago. Blue's not complaining. But there's still one thing that she wishes she could do above anything else and that's kiss Richard Gansey III. Dating a boy, let alone your true love, is difficult when kissing will never be an option.
 
 
16 March 2016 @ 06:43 pm
Network | Open  
[ The video flickers on to reveal a pretty blonde leaning on a bar. She sighs and lays her head on her arms. ]

So, The Houndstooth has been miraculously revived, Crimson Tide memorabilia is intact and this is your formal invitation to come hang with us.

[ She sits up straighter, her hands coming into prayer position. ] Please, please, please. We make some mean drinks, scrumptious chili cheese fries and I look really cute today. Truly, it would be a shame to let this dress go to waste. [ Insert a twirl to show the dress off before the video goes black]

(ooc: action is welcome. She is indeed at The Houndstooth. Network is also a-okay.)
 
 
08 March 2016 @ 04:02 pm
OTA || Outside the Apartment Building  
To say that Lydia was more than a little bit lost was an gross understatement. She hadn't wandered off in a trance in a long time and even if she had, it wasn't likely she'd end up in a completely different city, at least not without her car, but here she is all the same.

The personal device had welcomed her and Lydia had balked for a moment before her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She's made her way to the mentioned apartment building and she's trying not to think about the fact that she's definitely supposed to be tutoring Stiles in about an hour...and going to "a friend's house" after that. Both of them will notice she's gone. At least, there's some comfort there, because if they notice she's missing, they'll come looking for her and then maybe they'll be able to guide her back home.

She stares up at the building and can't quite make herself head inside because, well...isn't that sort of resignation? In a way? Instead of actually heading in, she looks back down at the PDA. What the hell, it's worth a shot, right? She can't be too far from home, she tells herself, so she'll recognize the name of the place as soon as she hears it and then she'll know which direction to go to head back in the direction she originally came.

network text;
So...no, but really...where am I right now? Which town?
 
 
06 October 2015 @ 01:09 pm
open || at a honky-tonk where their boots stomp all night  
Mass Text:
Ask and you shall receive. The Houndstooth Grill and Tavern now broadcasts all sporting events on a ton of TV's. I think I kind of love whoever runs this place. For now.
Grand opening this Saturday.
Are you ready for some football? Hope y'all come by. And Roll Tide!



The Houndstooth, while it's been open for business for awhile, now has sporting broadcasts from every world and every time. Of course, the default on the many screens is American football since Jill is such a football fan. But she's willing to search the channels to get at least one or two TV's onto whatever someone wants to watch. The Pub and Grill has a homey atmosphere and serves classic Americana foods like burgers and steaks, every kind of fried foods you can imagine, frito pies, chili cheese dogs, etc. Some nights there's even live music playing at the top floor and a dance floor to get your groove thing on.

While she's finagled Lucy into helping her out on this one day, Jill is sometimes at the bar serving drinks. Sometimes she's behind the piano playing and singing some of that afore mentioned live music. Sometimes she's out on the patio smoking a cigarette. Sometimes she's walking around serving, making sure everyone has what they need. All the time she's watching some football game or another. She's thrilled to have the place here in its entirety.

Stop on by. Bring a date. Have a few drinks and laughs and fun.



ooc: The official grand opening of The Houndstooth. Forward dated for this weekend (October 10th). Treat this as a mingle for Saturday, tag around and have fun.
Get an idea of what The Houndstooth looks like at the Residences and Businesses page.
 
 
27 September 2015 @ 02:14 pm
Closed | I just want to cuddle and watch movies  
who: Noah, Lucy and Jill
what: promised movie night
when: Sept 27
warnings: lots of kissing?

He's into me for everything I'm not )
 
 
11 June 2015 @ 08:03 pm
Act like you've been there before | Open  
[ Good afternoon, Itinere! There’s a bubbly, smiling blonde on your network.

Wait. No. Make that two blondes. One is a bit more subdued in her smile, but the smile is there none the less. The bubbly blonde waggles her fingers at the screen. ]


Hi. I’m Lucy and--

[ She tilts her head toward the other blonde, pausing almost as if it’s a scripted and rehearsed thing. It’s not, but these two have clearly done this before. ]

And I’m Jill. [ Said other blonde lifts one hand and waves slender fingers. ] And we’re co-dependent alcoholics. [ There’s a moment here to let that rest before it becomes clear that this one’s very dry sense of humor is shining through. ] Wait… kidding.

[ Jill looks sideways to her friend, brow arched. ] Not an AA meeting.

[ Lucy cracks up in a snorting laugh, covering her mouth and nose with one hand for a moment. When she drops her hand, that laughter still lingers in her smile and in her eyes.] Worst place to pick up guys ever.

[ In case anyone was wondering. The co-dependent part is true though. So is the picking up guys at an AA meeting part incidentally.] Now for the important, serious questions.

[ She tries for a serious face, but serious isn’t something Lucy does well. ]

Solids or stripes. [ Jill butts in quickly, pulling off ‘serious’ much better than Lucy does. Although it should be noted that she’d looked pretty serious about her prior AA joke as well. Live and learn. ]

Or, even more important. Why are the doors locked? [ You know, the doors they entered Itinere through that instantly locked behind them. No, they aren’t curious about being here. Strange places seem to be their MO. And at least as far as Jill is concerned, anywhere is better than where she’s been. ] Let me guess… super glue. [ Or magic.

Lucy prefers the super glue solution simple because that’s something they can get around. Magic isn’t something that they can circumvent, at least not by themselves.
]

Even more importantly: are there any Bama fans here? I’ll settle for football fans in general, though if you like Auburn you’re wrong. [ She says this with the most serious of serious faces. ] Next: Curses. Are they a thing here? And coffee houses. Not necessarily together. Definitely not together now that I think about it.

[ Jill’s nose wrinkles as she looks at Lucy again. ] Cursed coffee? Was that necessary? What did the coffee ever do to you?

[ She holds her hand out to Lucy then in the form of a fist, a smile working its way onto her lips while she waits for her friend to bump it. And as if they were in their own world having their own conversation, they say simultaneously: ] Roll tide.

[ooc: Action or network okay. You're liable to get one or both of them ]