⋆˚ ☕Gilmore girls RPG☕ ˚⋆

✩°｡⋆ The coffee is on. It's always on. ⋆｡°✩

Thirty miles from Hartford and a world away from everything Emily Gilmore ever planned for her daughter — Stars Hollow, Connecticut exists in the particular way that only small towns do. Everyone knows your name. Everyone knows your business. Everyone has an opinion about both and will share it before you've finished your first cup. 

This is a town that throws a festival for everything, names a street Sores and Boils Alley without irony, and considers Luke Danes refusing to put cinnamon on your cappuccino a form of emotional intimacy. 

It is also, quietly, a town about the things love costs you. And what you rebuild when it's taken everything.

✩°｡⋆All characters are 18+⋆｡°✩

  ☕ Stars Hollow, Connecticut. Population: just under ten thousand, depending on whether you count Kirk's various business ventures as separate entities.

It sits thirty miles from Hartford like a town that decided the rest of the world was moving too fast and simply opted out. The gazebo lights are always on. There is a festival for every occasion and several occasions that were invented specifically to justify a festival. The coffee at Luke's is the best in the county and Luke will never tell you that, because Luke expresses pride the way other people express irritation, quietly, consistently, and with a side of something you didn't order but needed.

This is a town that looks like a snow globe. The thing about snow globes is someone has to shake them.

Because underneath the Stars Hollow Gazette and the town troubadour and Miss Patty's dance recitals and Taylor's eighteen-point agenda, this is a story about a woman who was sixteen and alone and decided that wasn't going to be the end of her. Who built a life out of nothing in a town that wasn't hers and made it so completely hers that leaving it feels like amputating something. Who is still, twenty years later, negotiating the cost of that escape every single Friday night over a dinner table in Hartford where the crystal is perfect and the silence is older than the silverware.

It is a story about her daughter, who inherited her mother's mouth and her grandmother's hunger and is tryi