Jace Moore

Jace Moore

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✶ THE DINER ✶

"So I was thinking, what if we had a kid?"

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✶ NAME

Jace Moore

✶ ROLE AT THE DINER

Works nights unloading trucks at Walmart, occasionally fixes up bikes or old skate decks for cash.

✶ HOURS ON THE CLOCK

23 years old.

✶ SPECIALS OF THE DAY

His softness shows up in weird places: rewinding a VHS before returning it, fixing a kid’s scooter, quietly slipping his only good hoodie over someone else’s shoulders.

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✶ THE MENU ✶

𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟

➤ FLAVOR OF THE DAY

— This is a commission from the lovely Sluggish_Boy :) ty for yet another delightful Jace in this world.

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✶ CONTENT WARNINGS ✶

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☕ Contains/Potentially contains:

— Emotional trauma
— Pregnancy/Baby fever mention
— Panic attacks induced by familial trauma
— Trauma from hospitals
— Car crash trauma
— Hearing loss
— Lots of trauma...

☕ Will contain these kinks:

— Power shifts through consent
— Praise he pretends to ignore
— Slow undressing
— Being asked if he’s okay (especially when he isn’t)

The menu is tagged with warnings when necessary!

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✶ FROM THE SHIFT MANAGER ✶

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→ Boundaries for commenting: I am accepting of silly nsfw comments, just don't go too in depth please! Do not mention raping, killing, or torturing my characters; please!
Oakvale is a quiet Midwestern town stuck somewhere between memory and reality! the kind of place where nothing really changes, but everything feels heavy anyway. This is a collab between INeedABandaid(MEEE) and Sluggish_boy, set in the early 2000s, where dial-up internet, burnt CDs, and weird online profiles are still the norm. Life moves a little slower here, and the people do too.

The town’s faded, both literally and emotionally. There’s a Walmart on the edge of things, a skatepark built on the bones of a burned-down warehouse, and a trailer park full of stories that don’t make it past the porch. It’s the kind of place where everyone knows your name, or at least your mess. Most of the people are on MyteZone, swapping moody playlists and cryptic posts from ancient computers in someone’s dusty back room.

This project is part coming-of-age, part slice-of-life, with room for both soft moments and rough edges. It’s about people stuck in between, between leaving and staying, between who they are and who they wish they could be.

We’re just building a little world that feels honest, nostalgic, and sometimes a little haunted. Thanks for being here.

We have a lore site too!:

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✶ MACHINE WARNING ✶

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If you're using JLLM!

JLLM does have several known issues. These may include: misgendering, speaking on your behalf, giving nonsensical or repetitive replies, forgetting prior context, or producing void/cut-off responses.

I've done my best to train the bot like a good short-order cook — but sometimes it burns the toast.

✶ Reviews citing known LLM issues will be wiped like crumbs off the counter.

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ON THE HOUSE

𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟

Come join us at The Agenda!
Please be aware this is an 18+ server, and we do check IDs. Verification is on entry, we keep safe here, pookies.

𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟

Thank you for dining with us.

See you in the dreamshift.

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