something of the marvelous.

lana condor & she/her/ cis woman ‷ watch out ,  mei xuan has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 25 years old and celebrate their birthday on may 21st . they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in tripp’s trailer park and are currently working as the owner of marvelous mei’s cakes & bakes. one thing you should know about them is she gave up most of what she wanted in life to look after her mom ‷ 

Anton gestures at himself with an easy nod, “same, same.”

“I actually saw this real spooky one the other day, yeah. It was about this, like, cult? That was frontin’ as a strict-ass boarding school for, like, ‘troubled teens’, so they’d sorta trick the parents into sending they kids there. Wild shit. It was all back in the seventies.”

ender could sit in a clothing store all day . if she had it her way they would be visiting somewhere a little more up market , however beggars couldn’t be choosers — until she was living up in the floridian heights , sipping champagne with kylie jenner and comparing each other’s lipstick shades , she was shackled to finding emerging trends draped from the hangers of the thrift store . at the sight of mei , the woman’s jaw collapsed from the roof of her mouth in an expression of awe . “ darling !! you look incredible . i feel like a proud momma . how do you feel ?? “ 

nora knew that this wasn’t a big deal but she still felt bad, she’d gone to mei for dating advice because she felt like she could trust her. she’d thought about asking some of the girls at work but they’d all been married for years, they wouldn’t be much help, “good. let me know if something does come up though”. another sigh leaves her lips, “i know. you’re right, it really isn’t. i guess i’m just going have to be confident”. 

Kid’s funny, Anton notes. He finds that eager, innocent grin coaxing a chuckle out of him, and he shrugs a shoulder as he hands the sneaker back to its rightful owner. “Hey, I ain’t no snitch, so.”

“Yeah… Ion’ know about that. I mean, you know, you look one tiny thing up on there and suddenly you’re down some whack-ass rabbit hole.” Anton has plenty of experiences with those— He’s had to cap his before-bed screen time lest he end up deep into the late-night AM hours, scouring forums for myths and crackly, shoddy footage of who-knows-what, when the root search of it all had been something as simple as “how to organically clean wooden floorboards.”

“And cake is always better than pictures,” they offered in joke. Suraj tried to convince themselves to lower their expectations, but they were fairly certain they looked giddy despite it. “Would you ever want to do something with photography? Wait, do you have an instagram for the store?” they asked. The one app they had on their phone, though they rarely used it. 

"Cake is always better than pictures. I should know.” Mei chuckled softly and nodded her head. At Suraj’s question, her nose wrinkled a little —- never a thought that had crossed her mind, to be honest. “Only if it helps my work,” she answered them. “So yeah, got an insta for the shop.” She pulled her phone from her pocket to show them the page.

Rollo laughed. “It would be an option, I’m not sure how easy it would be to glue it back on,” he said with a laugh. They tried again, worming their way into Mei’s house as they pushed and pulled the desk to a better position. “Palm beach? That’s a fancy neighbourhood then? I would love to just be in the sun all day.”

Mei’s gaze moved to said roof and she frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah... well I’ll deal with that when to comes to it,” she said. Even though it obviously wouldn’t ever. She huffed out a breath, moving to help Rollo with the desk, not wanting to leave them to deal with it all alone. “Very fancy. Probably too fancy for me. But a girl can dream, right?” She dreamt a lot. “Would you move elsewhere again do you think?”

“I mean,” Kaya teases, chin leaning on the heel of one hand as the other reaches out to bounce once, twice off the tip of Mei’s nose. She smirks, mischief laced into every word as she says, “I could totally give you the whole Gemini spiel, if you want.”

Mei’s expression changed to one of amusement at Kaya’s words and she nodded her head, eyes rolling skyward. “If I want? Not sure I want, but I have a feeling you’ll do it anyway,” she responded, a laugh escaping as she reached for her coffee. @kayahq​ 

in front of roswell daily record ( open for — @roswellstarters​ )

           "Do you think these cats and dogs are ever found? It’s like every other pet is lost.” Standing in front of the tree that was literally dying due to the amount of lost pets posters, Edie was staring at them trying to at least recognize one. “And they all look the same. Like look at this one,” she pointed out at the black cat named Homer, “it’s literally the same as this one,” her index finger pointed at the black cat named Rodrigo. 

“I hope so.” Mei heaved a soft sigh, her fingers dancing across the text on a ‘lost cat’ poster. Some of them did look the same, sure, so perhaps a similar poster to the same pet had been put up a couple of times, but maybe it was just a coincidence? “Did you have to put such a depressing thought into my mind?” She paused a moment, chewed idly on her lower lip, worrying at the flesh. “What if they are the same cat? What if someone’s trying to pull some kind of weird kidnapping scheme?” A pause. “I don’t know how that would work. But yeah, weird.”

location: sanders’ autobody, late evening ! availability: open, @roswellstarters​

the sounds of loud metal music echo throughout the empty auto shop as a shirtless seven finishes up his last vehicle of the day. most lights were out, most doors already shut, and all he wanted was to wrap up on the motorcycle he was working on before the owner came to pick it up in the morning after. a foreign sound comes from somewhere in the shop and he’s quick to grab the nearest tool to defend himself, when a familiar face comes into view. he sighs, shaking his head. “could’ve announced yourself, couldn’t ya? nearly gave me a heart attack.” he huffs, standing up and grabbing his shirt, throwing it onto his shoulder. “listen, unless it’s an emergency—and i’m talkin’ life or death situation—, you can come back tomorrow. we’re already closed.”

“… and that is why Leos absolutely suck ass.”

How they’ve ended up dissecting zodiac signs is anyone’s guess, though one might be safe in betting on Kaya’s natural-born talent for derailing a conversation, only to steer it into well-known territory. She loves astrology, it’s no secret; she also tends to talk, and talk, and talk until someone— be it the rest of the conversation’s participants or somebody within earshot —ends up if but a little offended. 

Which is why Kaya pauses now, and wonders if who she’s speaking to is, in fact, a Leo.

“What… sign were you again?”

Suraj shrugged. “You made them, so I am sure I will love them, after all, it’s the maker that makes it important, as in… you’ll have given some meaning to it that I might not be able to see at first glance, and it’s your window into the world, you know, not mine, it will be different from my experience,” they suggested.

Mei’s nose wrinkled and she was very quick to shake her head. “You couldn’t be more wrong,” she argued, although not too much. “I definitely wouldn’t look at it that way, but you’re the film maker, so I’m going to take your word for it. All I know is cake.” She chuckled softly, casting a glance to them as they made their way to the trailer park.