Felicity Quinn Lakeman

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Full Name: Felicity Quinn Lakeman; Felix. Age:  Twenty Eight Birthday: January 8, 1994 Sexual Orientation:  Bisexual Relationship Status:  Single, not looking Religion: N/A  Occupation:  marketing director, Mutuality  

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“No fish are definitely the most low maintenance pet. One time I was house sitting for my sister and my nephew’s goldfish died while they were gone, I replaced him, and no one ever knew.” Although maybe that wasn’t proving his point. Either way he shrugged and took Felix’s hand as he led her out to the dance floor.

He placed a hand on her waist and the other stayed in her hand as they started to move to the music. “Then I suppose you’ll have to follow my lead, won’t you?” Luke smiled as he gazed down at Felix. She was gorgeous and made him laugh so it was, by all accounts, going well. 

“Thanks for joining me tonight, by the way. I’ve got the prettiest date on the boat so I’m feeling pretty damn good.”

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“That’s kind of awful and also pretty truthful,” Felix agreed, absolutely judgment free.  At least he replaced the fish to spare the child, right?  “But I mean if they’re just going to up and die, what’s the point?”  Some part of her recognized the words about following his lead and recognized it as a whole point of contention for someone somewhere.  In this case, though, she didn’t have the knowledge to combat it and, at least for the task at hand, she trusted him to be in charge. So she went with it.   “You’re welcome.  Thanks for having me.  However reluctant I’ve been about dating, this is nice.  It’s been a good reintro to the process.  You’re probably fending off my mother’s impending overbearing interference about how I’m mostly likely die alone, so I owe you a world of gratitude.”

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“Now that is sweet and kind of romantic,” She smiled at the story. “Obviously being taken care of whether it is with simple gestures of small things like being offered quarters when you need them. Actually anything is miles better than uhm..” There was no stopping her from looking at the gaudy red and pink coloured shelf with random knick-knacks that screamed desperation. Now she had not been lucky when it came to love and romance but thankfully she had never been given anything remotely close to anything that she was looking at. 

“Honestly I don’t know if there’s anyone out there that would actually be that happy and touched in receiving any of this. I mean even a single red rose would be more romantic than whatever this is.” This time she chuckle and shook her head, taking a small step away from the shelf in fear the items would suddenly come to life and attack her for all the things she has said. “Do you think we should ditch this place and go get a coffee instead?”

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Felix’s eyes followed her counterparts and, yeah, she had to agree.  “I think, even though some of these are coffee mugs, a single red rose would also be more practical.”   She side-eyed the display one more time and then abandoned any thought of reorganization.  “You’re right.  We’re not going to be able to accomplish anything of meaning here.  Let’s go get coffee.” 

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Luke liked being around Felix because she was more than just a pretty face. He’d had plenty of girls cycle through his life that were just pretty girls and not much else, or women who wanted him because of his name and his money and not who he was. Felix was fun to be around and didn’t seem to give a rats ass who he was or how many episodes of a reality tv show he’d been on or how many superbowl’s he’d won. “For the record, I didn’t adopt any of them because cats are too needy for me when I travel so much for work.” He would have though if he thought he had time for it truthfully.

“What would you say to a dance, Miss Lakeman? I happen to love this song and you look too pretty not to be spun around on the floor in front of all these jealous people.” He held out a hand to offer to Felix.

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Felix let out a healthy laugh.  “Cats are basically the least needy pets,” she opined -- though she did it without concrete fact.  “At least, that’s what I hear.  I wouldn’t know.  But maybe you could find a way to, like, timeshare or something.”  Of course, she could’ve also pressed on his openness to dating.  If he couldn’t commit to a pet, was he really in the mood for a relationship?  She wasn’t traveling down that road because she was also not in the right frame of mind for anything more than they were doing.  Or... maybe for anything slightly more than maybe what they were doing.  

“I would say okay,” she agreed.  “Fair warning, it’s been a stupidly long time since I danced with someone though.  You might have to remind me how it’s done.” 

Paige had come very close to working a 9-5 office job. She thrived there too, but it became boring very fast. She couldn’t be as expressive as she wanted to be in that environment. “That’s why I like my vlog stuff. I make my own hours. I decide when I want to film and edit. No pressure. And I can have any dress code I want.” Wine did sound like a decent idea as she too would be eating as much chocolate as she could consume. “Make that a double. Wine sounds amazing right now. I think I’ll go with red. No preference what kind. Wine is wine.”  

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“That’s what I like about the time I’m working from home,” Felix admitted.  And really, she did have a lot of latitude with that, which was kind of nice.  For being a business, office type of worker, she had a lot of flexibility and a fairly casual workplace.  “But probably less deciding my own content.”  The add-on was an afterthought and it came with a small laugh.  “I think if I had my own vlog or blog or anything else, though, it would be completely directionless, and that just doesn’t work for me.” Without some structure, she’d probably collapse and cease to function.  “I feel the same way.”  It was a pretty basic request and the bar had no real trouble keeping up because it was easy enough to reach for the open bottle and pour.  She reached the other woman’s glass toward her.  “It feels like a habit to toast to something with a wine glass in my hand, but I don’t know what it would be.”  

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He was lucky that Felix had agreed to be his date tonight because Luke really hadn’t been able to get a good read on her after their first one. He liked her and was definitely interested in seeing where things could go from here but he was unsure what her thoughts were and hadn’t felt like he had a right to ask. He supposed that the fact that she agreed to a second date, on Valentine’s Day of all days, probably was a good sign though.

“Oh was that in question? I thought I was very clear on how angelic I find you.” Luke teased as a grin spread across his face. “I’m convinced that you’re not a real person because if you were then you would have taken that kitten home after our first date. You must be from another realm if you didn’t want Mr. Mittens as your new companion.”

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Their first date had been better than she’d been expecting anything courtesy of her dating app to be.  It was an awful thought, considering that app was how she put a roof over her head, but it had been there.  Dating as a general concept hadn’t held a place in her life for a very long time, so she’d been skeptical at best.  It probably had only worked out as it did because Luke was so charming.  Spending time with him wasn’t exactly a chore. 

She laughed.  “Angelic?  That is one thing I’ve never actually been called before.”  She shrugged.  “He was a fantastic companion, but I’ve never had a cat before.  If my track record with plants is anything to go by, I can’t be trusted to keep something besides myself alive.  Besides, I had to leave him there so you could double back and adopt two cats when I wasn’t there with you.  They both seemed to love you.” 

“I can vibe with a drink right now.” Paige had been eyeing up everyone’s drinks in between takes of her vlogs. There were so many she wanted to try and finally had the chance to do so. “I’ve got all my vlog footage so I can officially party. I’m Paige by the way. The whole kiss thing was for my followers I set up a little romantic plot that may or may not happen by the end of tonight." 

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“Nice to meet you, Paige.  I’m Felix.”  She gestured toward the bar, perfectly content to grab a drink with a stranger and potentially new friend.  She knew she needed more of those, and it was always a little easier to put herself out there in situations like this and with a little liquid courage.   “A vlog sounds exhausting.  I work for an app, and even coming up with content for ours is basically how I spend my time.  Do you love it, though?”  She asked.  “Oh, and what’s your poison for tonight?  I’m probably going to start with wine because I’ve already eaten an embarrassing amount of chocolate.” 

Verona was grateful for the other woman’s kindness the moment she sat down. She didn’t realize how much her feet were hurting until she stopped moving and it was nice to take a quick moment to herself as a result. She didn’t think she over did it tonight, but she definitely had been out of practice with dancing. 

“ Thank you” Verona replied with a smile. “ Honestly I consider myself fairly active but I feel like I’m out of shape tonight. “ She laughed. “ Mostly everything sweet. It’s been mostly desserts. Do you recommend anything else?”  

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Felix could appreciate that.  “Same.  I think it’s just a different kind of activity that I’m used to.  Or maybe more spread out.  I’m active in thirty minute chunks most of the time, not just constantly going.”  Mostly everything sweet seemed to be the name of the game.  “There was some sushi, I think, that was pretty good.  But most of what I’ve had for sure has been dessert.  That’s the whole reason for coming, isn’t it?” 

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This felt like a game of sorts and Laela found herself excited to get started. What started as nothing more than just a quick trip to the grocers to restock her home fridge, which often times go uncared for when she would only care to stock up the restaurant, has now taken a turn for something more fun. Looking at the cringeworthy soft toy however made her realise there may be no winner at the end of the day. Everything just looked equally as bad because she found something else that could match it in terms of horribleness. “What about this?” She held up the cup, reading the words again to make sure that she did not read it wrong. “Could you imagine if someone were to give this to you thinking it is romantic? How are you even supposed to respond to this?”

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Felix took the mug into her hands and stared at it with a vague sense of horror.  “This is the least romantic thing possible because it pretty blatantly says they don’t know me at all.  I think the best gift I ever got for Valentines day was when my college boyfriend fed me soup while I was sick and gave me quarters to do my laundry because I really needed both of those things at the time.  I’d never had someone take care of me like that before.”  

She set the offending object down.  “This does not communicate that at all.  But I guess I’m not into romantic things, really, so maybe that’s why?  Maybe there’s someone out there who would like it?”  She took in the fact there were several of them on the shelf.  “Or maybe more than one someone?” 

There was something in the air.  Maybe it was because nearly everyone was getting progressively more drunk as the night went on, trapped on a boat in any variety of uncomfortable situation.  Maybe it was her own intake.  Maybe it was because Valentines Day had a tendency to bring out the more desperate aspects of some personalities.  She had no explanation for the way she managed to repress her laughter at the really bad line dropped her way as she turned back to Luke.  Not that he wasn’t the hottest person in the room, because he definitely was and had probably had these experiences way more often than she did.  “Do you believe I fell from heaven, too?  Because I’m having some trouble wrapping my head around that as an aura I put out there.” 

Status: Open

Location: Sweet Seduction Cruise

Love was something Paige kept herself closed off tightly from. Her college romance had been an absolute disaster. So no one was allowed to get that close ever again. Cut to years and many casual hook ups later. She’d thought she’d come close a few times but it wasn’t meant to be. So she picked herself up and moved on to wherever life took her next. Cue this cruise, probably the perfect place to be single and leave with someone else. Even if no specific dating event was scheduled, (to the disappointment of the few loyal viewers she did have) Paige was still about to have fun, which meant she wouldn’t have a lot of video footage for the event.

“…So that’s the sitch on this cruise! It’s super cute, I’m hoping to get at least one kiss tonight, love is in the air… I’ll be posting all the pictures I took in a collage at the end. Love y'all!” Paige had tucked herself away from the crowd to add this little outro for her video. She didn’t exactly have a plot or a script for them but to keep the views maybe she’d done a little bit of fibbing. A little white lie or two sprinkled about her videos hyping up this event. Either nothing would happen or something would happen. For now the video would have to sit in her camera folder. It needed editing and her computer was at home.

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It seemed like there was always someone around making content these days.  While Felix didn’t exactly make videos, she definitely knew what to do with content that was made for her.  Sometimes she even had input into what was produced.  She still gave wide berth and healthy respect to people who were doing it for themselves.  “I don’t know about a kiss, or ending up on whatever you’re posting that to, but I’d be up for a drink,” she said, unsure that was the best idea but doing it anyway (and feeling all the better for it.). At least the woman was hot. 

where: Skyview Observatory status: open

Nathan wasn’t big on touristy spots. Not just because they were expensive, but also because they were absolutely filled with people. But it was a workday afternoon, one of the quietest times possible, and with some spare cash in his pocket, Nate finally decided to visit one of the most-talked about places in the city. He had never even been there, not even when he lived here with his adoptive parents, and yet, it was oddly interesting.

“This is awesome!” He couldn’t help but show his excitement as he made his way over to one of the large windows, eyes wide as he observed the skyline of the city that was as close to home as he could consider it. The day was clear and sunny, perfect for watching over the city, and so the young man couldn’t take his eyes off the views. “It’s definitely worth the money, don’t you think?” He spoke excitedly, finally focusing on the mountain that surrounded and beautifully completed the entire view. “Do you think it’s possible to climb the mountain for anyone who wishes?”

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It wasn’t necessarily a New York City rooftop, which she’d only managed to get onto a few times, but the Skyview Observatory was something.  There was something humbling about climbing, or elevating, to a birds-eye view and taking in the city from that perspective.  It was the first time she’d done it since she was back, but it felt pretty great.  It was helping her consider participation in  the charity stairclimb they hosted annually, in part for the view from the top and a way to make it beneficial not just for her but for a good cause.  Those thoughts were interrupted by an entirely enthusiastic stranger.  The nostalgic part of her missed having that much excitement about anything and she wanted to do nothing to crush it for someone else, so she chuckled a little as her mind segued from the more self-absorbed thoughts to a focus on the other person.  “Yeah, it is,” she agreed.  “I can pass up a couple nights of takeout to make it happen.”  She nodded in response to his other question.  “Mount Rainier?  Yeah, you can go hiking in some places.  If you want to camp overnight, you need a permit through the parks service.  At least, that’s how it was when I went while I was in college.  It was really beautiful.  We did camp, though, and that’s not really my thing.”  

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Lennon smiled, grateful that she seemed understanding enough about everything. Though he still felt a little guilty that he couldn’t offer something more helpful, just negativity. Maybe it was just the mood he was in, because usually he tried to throw out more positive vibes, but when it came to dating apps specifically it was difficult to think of anything that might be beneficial. “Oh, actually something that might help is a system that actually does something about someone being reported? It sort of seems like if you flag someone nothing actually happens. Like it’s just meant to make you feel better or something. But there are people who say or do, like, really gross things sometimes. So maybe if there was some way that flagging that person would be more effective, that might help a bit?” He offered, shrugging a shoulder.

“I mean, I never expect anyone to be very accepting. But that just means I’m surprised more often than not. There are a lot of people in the world that suck, but there are a lot more that don’t. At least most of the time.”

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Felix was really done prying, but wasn’t necessarily about cutting the conversation short.  He was at least trying to help and all his experience and knowledge was definitely valuable.  She appreciated him sharing it with her.  “That’s a really great idea.  I know I’ve seen something similar in bar restrooms, like code words you can give the bartender if you’re having a problem.  It’s not enough, but it’s at least something.  A system that allows for alerts and action is a really good idea.  Thank you.”  She took a moment to type a note in her phone about it.  “Do you think people would be willing to make those reports?  Like would it be uncomfortable for them, or is there a way to make it pretty straightforward?  I don’t want to get into a rating system because that’s so many levels of gross, but repeat flags would definitely show where the problems lay.” 

She sighed.  “Yeah.  I really hate the low-bar concept, but it works.  If you keep your expectations in check, it helps curb disappointment.”  She bit her lip.  “This isn’t the most professional offer, but can I buy you a drink or something to say thank you for your insight?  Most people aren’t willing to give me constructive suggestions like this.  We can definitely talk about a different subject, though.”

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Laela could not help but cringe at the thought of receiving a gift from this aisle. As nice as she was, she wondered if she could ever accept something as thoughtless as the sad looking items sitting on the shelf. Probably not. “You take the top shelf and I take the middle shelf?” She nodded her head. “Which one do you think we should remove and hide forever though? And how about, we make a game out of this? Whoever finds the worst item gets a free coffee from the other. How’s that sound?” 

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It was sort of hilarious to Felix, immediately, that she found someone willing to tackle this kind of project with her because the aesthetics were uncomfortable. Turning into a game was, for better or worse, the most spontaneous thing she’d done in a while.  “That sounds great.  We may just end up buying each other coffee, though, because how do you score how terrible this is?” She held up the sloth with the unfortunate font choice on its heart.  “I guess at least some of the Valentines stuff made it off the palette but....”  

TEN words that describe my muse:

intelligent 

charming 

accepting 

spontaneous 

standoffish 

skeptical

reckless 

self-loathing 

isolated 

concise

NINE movies my muse loves:

Fruitvale Station

Hamlet

Dangal

Someone Great

Blindspotting

Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas 

Passing

Hidden Figures

The King

EIGHT songs that describe my muse:

My Ego Dies at the End by Jensen McRae  ( I lost the girl I was over a winter )

It’s a Moot Point by Melanie Faye  (As I hold on foolishly/ to the only thing that means everything to me)  

Everything is Everything by Lauren Hill  (develop a negative into a positive picture)

Hurricane by Grace Jones  (I am woman, I am sun) 

Truth Hurts by Lizzo (yeah, I got boy problems, that's the human in me / bling bling, then I solve 'em, that's the goddess in me)

What’s Love Got to Do With It by Tina Turner (who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?)

U.N.I.T.Y. by Queen Latifah ( I bring wrath to those who disrespect me like a dame )

You Gotta Be by Des’ree ( lovers, they may cause you tears/ go ahead, release your fears/ stand up and be counted / don’t be ashamed to cry )

SEVEN places my muse would love to go:

Antarctic Peninsula

Pompeii, Italy (Naples)

Marrakech, Morocco

Porto, Portugal 

Tokyo, Japan

Istanbul, Turkey

Barcelona, Spain

SIX fears my muse has:

Being trapped (in a life sense) 

Losing her mom 

Being unable to support herself 

Relying on someone who is untrustworthy

Being inadequate 

Remaining unsatisfied with everything

FIVE secrets my muse has:

When she was moved out of the apartment she shared with Abel in New York, she changed all his locks and locked the new keys inside on the counter. 

She hasn’t had a sexual partner in over two years. 

She has a savings account she’s never told anyone about and she always deposits something into it when she gets a paycheck, even if the deposit is only $1.   

It took her seven tries to pass her driving test.

The only thing she can bake are cookies with pre-made dough or brownies from a box, in spite of the fact she’s lived at sea level for her entire life.  She was responsible to take cheesecake every Christmas she was in college, per family tradition, and she bought it every single year. 

FOUR people my muse loves:

Herself.

Her mom.

Her dad.

Daveed Diggs.  (It might be more of a crush than real love since she doesn’t know him personally.) 

THREE guilty pleasures my muse has:

Buying hair care items she doesn’t need.  Most of them end up in a large bin in the top of her closet. 

A Pinterest section dedicated to the princess bedroom of her dreams.

Takes English tests on DuoLingo while she’s wine-drunk just to see if she can pass.  The results are mixed.

TWO ambitions my muse has:

Starting her own app-based company that isn’t for dating.  She just doesn’t know what she wants it to be. 

At some point, she does want a child of her own. 

ONE thing my muse can’t live without: