Chapter 1.O1

This is where our story begins; against a humble brick wall with a few meager possessions lives Anna Rose Everdeen, the founder of the Everdeen Legacy.
...just kidding. Our story doesn't start like that. Quite the contrary!

Anna, who we have yet to catch a glimpse of, is a computer-whiz, genius, neat, cold-loving bookworm, and so for the sake of her privacy and her sense of cleanliness, she's put her shower and her (ultra-modern) loo at the back of the house.

Anna: Oi. You.
This, friends, is Goodwin Goode. Potential co-founder - see the little hearts drifting around? - and Anna is quite smitten with his...whiteness?
Anna: That's racist Red. He's clothed in white.

Anna: So...about them telephones...
Oh, Anna. You are hopeless at conversation. Regardless, that's my computer whiz Anna trying to impress her future lover.

There has already been a multitude of Goodwin x Anna photos, but I decided that this screenshot of a rather large woman seemingly harassing Anna would be interesting. She looks like one of those birds, y'know? Perhaps it's because said woman is fat and Anna is in her athletic wear...

Well, at least Anna's straight to the point...
Anna: And I want to get a headstart on my legacy so that I can live to see my great-grandchildren! And--and--
Goodwin: All righty then. Love you too. Wanna go steady?

Aw, Goodwin is expressing his affections! How sweet. <3

...rather...straight to the point, aren't you, Anna? 
Anna: *-* Will you marry me, Goodwin?
Romantic place to propose. Outside the laundromat's. Real romantic, Anna. You'd think being a bookworm and all, reading about this stuff, you'd want to go for a nice spot, wouldn't you?

There you have it, ladies and gentleman! Love at first sight! We've got our co-founder, Goodwin Goode all wrangled up and good (no pun intended)!

That job done, Anna proceeds to return home and eat soup.
Anna: Mm...perhaps that Italian Wedding soup Goodwin and I shall eat at our wedding will taste similar to this...ooh, I can just feel it! So excited, Red!

So excited, you just had to fall asleep, huh?
Anna: Zzz...

The next morning, our founder hustles to her new job at the hospital as an organ donor...barefoot. Guess that's one less article of clothing to remove before the procedures!
Anna: -huff-

Whilst Anna was at work, I took the liberty of setting up her house for her wedding. We've got our nice little arch and a big wedding cake, I can just hope the benches are enough to fill all...five...of her friends...
Anna: Can you come, Jenni? And you, Marissa? Oh, this is going to be so much fun!
Keep that optimistic mood, Anna. You're doing brilliant.

The first guests have arrived and take the liberty of jamming out to the provided music while Anna greets the other guests like a proper hostess. Now, all that's left is the groom...

The shadows have grown longer and the sun has sunken lower; the official start of the party has come. Anna: I'm preparing myself, he'll walk up and see me under the arch, and then...

...and then, he won't show up. One by one, the guests leave, saying the party was all right but the wedding was a bit...vacant. Still, the party isn't officially over for another hour, so...
Anna: Perhaps I'll call him! Goodwin! You...missed our wedding...
Goodwin: I'm leaving in a few minutes. Sorry. Call me again in eleven hours.
Whelp.

Eventually, a male specimen did show up.
But he was a weirdo who was convinced that serenading Anna would erase all of her worries. As if! That only happened in books.
Anna: Get off of my lawn, you creep. I'm done. -huffs-

Anna waited for a few more minutes, as though Goodwin was pulling a prank and would soon ride up in a chariot drawn by white horses (that happened in a number of books), but no such happening transpired. She pulled off her (beautiful, by the way) wedding gown and began to get ready for bed.
Anna: Gee, Red, thanks for this flop of a wedding. I shall now drown my sorrows in bread and jam. Because my husband was a turd, and he's kept me up 'til three AM. 

Yep, she needs a hobby.
Anna: HIS FACE IS THE GROUND ON WHICH I STOMP!

And so, after calming down, our founder resorts to reading, returning to her bookworm origins. She doesn't need no stinkin' co-founder when she's got the lovely fictional characters hidden between the pages of her tomes.

Anna: Look Red! I can make food!
Salad is not that big of an accomplishment, my dear Anna.

This issue has become even larger. Anna is waking up at absurd times of the night and retreating to her bean bag to read. Perhaps these times of waking up will just be pushed further back until she wakes up at the appropriate time. Huzzah!
Anna: ...Goodwin. ;~;

Anna: Wei, do you happen to have a partner in the domain of...love?
Wei: Why, affirmative. Her name is Penny, and she's--
Anna: ;~;

Anna: Do you have a partner in the domain of--
Phoenix: I'm married. Molly is the most-
Anna: ;~; ...Goodwin...
And so continues the hunt. We now leave our founder still single after a failed marriage, and on the hunt for an eligible mate. 

Chapter 1.O2