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greetings loved ones . i’ve been trash with activity and actual ghost from discord BUT i am here , lms if u want an event starter/plot or wanna plot in general if we still haven’t because there are so many new friends 🥺
nadira with aviva:
her whole interaction with ziggy earlier in the night has faux feelings of sickness crawling up her spine, losing her phone does not give her any relief from that. irving isn’t exactly known for it’s graceful fashion sense or wild parties, but the founders festival is what they have to work with, and that’s fine with aviva. doesn’t think she could take anything much better than this. hands moving to check all her pockets one more time - bra included, not that she has any others - when nadira speaks, panic washing away from her veins like some kind of cleanser. “aw shit,” makes grabby hand motion for it back. “thank you —- hey!” pouts at the comment, placing the phone back inside her bra for safe keeping. “that’s not true. i get by very well headless, i’ll have you know.” snorts as she laughs. “you havin’ a good time ‘side from my freak out?”
nadira can see the dawn of realization on aviva’s face , causing her to laugh ( and roll her eyes lovingly ) as she holds out the mobile device towards the other’s grabbing hands . “ you know what , ” she pauses , as if she actually has to give the insane hypothetical any thought . “ if anyone can , it’s you , so i take it back . ” her smile turns into a near scowl --- not quite because maybe contrary to popular belief , she doesn’t actually have strong enough emotions for irving to qualify as ‘ hate . ’ just ... a whole lot of indifference . and a constant lingering thought that it’s no new york . or london . or paris . even los angeles . “ have you ever seen me have a good time in irving ? ” nadira poses with a raised brow . a quick glance around her surroundings makes it easy to see that this night isn’t like most nights in this town , however . “ let’s make tonight different though , ” she says decidedly with a nod and look back to her friend . she’s tired of being sad , and if getting wasted is necessary means , so be it .
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nadira with aviva:
( @irvingstarters ) OPEN TO THOSE AT 𝑰𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 .. been going to this thing since her parents ALLOWED IT ——- mother always declared it was a place full of trouble, her brothers were able to convince her to go in her early teens, with a curfew, of course. but she’s an adult and none of that matters now. aviva’s looking around like that child she used to be - stomping around on a mission. can’t find her phone. her lifeline, her electronic baby is gone. “y’seen a phone?” asks the person in front of her line of vision, eyes darting the ground and their person to make sure they didn’t pick it up or god forbid steal it.. if the latter, there’ll be hell to pay. only brought her phone and small wallet, safe in her bra. her phone? somewhere —- probably smashed to bits, but at least she’d have it. “pink - iphone 11? can’t tell if some dickhead stole it or if i’m just like, losing my shit.”
nadira still isn’t quite sure what she’s doing here . maybe she’ll enjoy herself . maybe she’ll just want to crawl back home . but the effort has been put in , with glitter eyeliner to top it off , and she might as well try . it’s the least she can do . for her own mental sake . it’s no gov ball or coachella , or a new york fashion week after party , but she’s in irving , and it’s what she’s got . now over a year into her residency in this beach town , she is possibly coming to terms with it . pulling a long gaze away from the chaos unfolding in front of her -- truly a mess she has no words for -- nadira turns towards her friend at the sound of her voice , still a distinct sound above the noise . “ you mean the one you asked me to hold in the bathroom ? ” she cracks a grin as she unzips the black balenciaga belt bag secured over her shoulder and across her chest , pulling out a device matching aviva’s description . “ you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to you , ” she teases , waiting for the other to take the phone before swinging her now empty arm around her shoulders .

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luca who are your favorite casual hookups? would you like to make it serious with any of them?
“ damn , you’re trying to get my ass kicked , aren’t you . but like , obviously jules . it’s all the fun and ease of hooking up with your best friend without any of the stupid complications . and i don’t do serious . sounds boring . ” @fortyfivcs
nadira ( for muse name ask meme ) !
N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents?
nadira looks like she should be graceful , but is actually very clumsy . she usually always has at least one bruise on her leg or hip just from bumping into a door or the end of the couch too many times . a bitch can walk in heels though , so she has that going for her .
A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?
an ex for each A ! she dated judas for six-ish ( i think dkfjldsfj ) months when she first moved to irving . they’re not in touch because she wants to be , but they cross paths in town . unluckily , she is also good friends with his roommate beau , so seeing him around is inevitable . @jackfr0sted @melichryscs
D: What time does their day usually start?
out of a lifelong habit , she’s still an early riser , but she doesn’t actually need to get out of bed these days . sometimes , she sets a routine for herself and starts her day at 7 am . other days , she can’t be bothered . ( if i said otherwise in a previous hc ask , no i didn’t )
I: In general, are they organized or messy?
organized af . in nadira’s mind , everything has a home and must be returned to its place . her life was often so chaotic that she couldn’t live with it physically around her , too .
R: When’s the last time they had a birthday party?
her 24th birthday . nadira used to throw an extravagant party every year , both as an actual birthday celebration and an excuse to network and treat anybody who was somebody in the fashion industry . she hasn’t thrown one since -- she actually almost forgot her 25th birthday because taking care of her dad consumed her , and she was in no mood to celebrate her 26th birthday , just a month after losing him . ( i did not double check the timeline with my intro ... i think this is right but .. who knows )
A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?
spencer is her first love , back when their lives overlapped from their respective careers . fashion and spencer . that was all she needed . unplanned , they both ended up in irving post-breakup . she managed to avoid him for quite some time , but they recently ran into each other and are working on making amends . @solitvdcs
angelica & chrysanthemum for luca
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
he won’t admit it , but growing up , it really was just pure , unadulterated hope . hope for his family , whether blood , foster , or adopted , hope for something better around the corner . being optimistic was the only mindset that kept him going day to day . slowly , that transformed into just needing to survive , in whatever capacity . he’s also motivated by other people’s joy , in a way that i don’t think he’s aware either . in some ways , his daily goal seems to be making other people laugh , relax , and have a good time , because that ultimately will mean they like him and spend time with him .
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
luca does not compute . jk but ... actually . he thinks love is a sham . there’s no need to be dependent on anyone else when he can make do for himself . having said that , he’s only human and has developed stronger feelings before . i don’t imagine he’s very good at expressing it , likely acts the same as normal to a certain degree , which , you know ... isn’t great for anyone involved .
saliva n zinnia fr luca :yum:
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
luca doesn’t have a possessive bone in his body ... or at least a healthy way of expressing it if he did feel that way about someone or something . he is the definition of someone who is detached emotionally . for material things , he never had a lot growing up . even a home was always a question mark , so he sees everything as disposable . similarly with people , he doesn’t expect anyone to stick around , and he knows himself well enough to know he won’t either . it’s easier if he’s not possessive .
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
he never had a lot of in his life to lose , but there is grief and emotional trauma that he never confronted or dealt with after losing his grandma , the only blood relative he ever knew . he acts like loss doesn’t affect him , but a man could use therapy .
luca , nadira & rosie

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rosemary with trinity:
TRIX ONLY MANAGES TO go outside in the wee hours of the morning or at the dead of night, usually to avoid contact with other people and the sun, but plans go astray too often for them to keep track of. this was one of those moments where they were much too tired and absent minded to even begin forming proper sentences, and instead shook their head ‘ no ’. “ oh god, no, you’re totally fine. didn’t think anyone was around this late, ‘s when i usually get coffee or something to stay awake. ” they offer up sheepishly, finally looking up at the other person for the first time since almost bumping into them. “ but hey, i’ve never actually met any of my neighbours so it’s nice. maybe god’s trying to tell me something. i’m trix, by the way. ” they outstretched a hand for good measure, trying their best to not be their usual awkward self.
“ coffee ? ” rosie is unable to hide her surprise at the choice of beverage for the time of night . “ wait , do you normally pull all nighters ? ” she asks in a way that could only come naturally to the brunette that lacks judgment and is merely curiosity . it’s a different lifestyle from hers , is all , and really , it’s not like she’s exactly figured out what’s best for her own life either . at the introduction , rosemary smiles brightly . though she’s not actively cognizant of it , this is where she shines , the ease of niceties and small talk that others may despise . “ this is a sign , ” she giggles in agreement before extending a hand to shake trix’s . “ it’s great to meet you ! i’m rosie . i’m just down the hall , ” she nods towards a dark door , “ so’s spencer , if you run into him in another midnight run . ” actually , it’s his apartment down the hall , and she happens to have a very generous friend , but she doesn’t need to get into the nitty gritty details with someone she’s just met . “ how long have you lived here ? ”
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victor: u up?
rosie: yes ! finishing up some work
rosie: is everything okay ????
nadira with vincent:
VINCENT HUMS AFFIRMATIVELY, GRABBING hold of the bourbon by its neck, pouring measured portions of lemon juice and syrup into the cup before shaking it. “ hope you don’t mind, but we don’t have egg whites in house right now. ” they noticed the way she came in, and thought it better to ignore it rather than comment, opting for small talk to at least provide a more lively atmosphere than the eerily quiet one in the bar right then. “ you usually pre-game whiskey at, ” they glance up at the clock to check the time. “ 4 p.m ? not that there’s anything wrong with that, just curious. ” they broke the silence questioningly, straining the contents of their shaker out into a glass with a cherry on top.
the information normally would have elicited a stronger reaction from nadira , someone who typically demanded nothing less than perfection . but that was new york nadira . irving nadira is indifferent , waving a hand flippantly at the lack of egg whites to finish her drink properly . her eyes flick in the direction of the clock , honestly surprised at the hour . it didn’t occur to her when she placed her order . all she wants is a drink . “ if the occasion calls for it , ” she shrugs , sounding much more mysterious than she means . it simply is the case --- if there’s a reason to celebrate , or mourn , or reach for a drink at four in the afternoon on a sunday , why the hell not . it’s not like she has an office to be in come monday anymore . “ why ? do you usually not get orders for whiskey at 4 ? ” she asks half ironically , just enough of a hint in her voice to give away that she’s joking . the femme knows this isn’t a typical order for a sunday afternoon , but she doesn’t really care , always one to do what she wanted . “ who usually comes in here at this time anyway ? ” she glances over her shoulder around the establishment like she’s seeing the place in a new light , despite previous visits .
rosemary with carson:
“let’s not calling it owing, then. i want to clear the air with you.” regardless of what happened in new york, rosie is still his friend. it doesn’t feel like he has many of those around anymore, especially in irving; he doesn’t want to lose any more, and especially not rosie. he takes a step in her direction, an eyebrow arched playfully as he comes to a stop directly in front of her, then takes two giant steps backwards before sliding to the floor himself. he spreads his legs into a “v” and leans forward onto his forearms — his go-to “at rest” position in the dance studio, though it gives more resistance than it used to; he’s really out of practice. “so, the show…” he starts, pressing his lips together. “dear evan hansen was nothing compared to disenchanted. i’d never been part of a show from start to finish before that, and it was a brand new show. we were getting new numbers every day, getting changes even more often. i was working ten, twelve hours days going back and forth between dance rehearsals and song rehearsals, then staging and lines and — honestly, i would get home and pass out from exhaustion, then do it all again the next day. and don’t get me wrong, i loved every minute, but god —” he trails off, shaking his head with a smile far too nostalgic for something that had been his life only a few months ago. “i thought about you whenever i had a spare moment, but as soon as i’d pick up my phone — bam, was needed for something else. i thought, maybe once we’re through previews, i can finally call her and hope she hasn’t moved on already…and you know how that story ends.” eyes blink back tears at thoughts of his dad, of the relationship he’d never been able to repair. there’s nothing he can do about that now. “then once i was back in town, it was dealing with somehow still being the executor of his estate, of taking over the garage, of leaving the life i’d built behind me and backpedaling to something i never really wanted. this is the first time i’ve done something for myself since coming back.” he pushes up from the floor, pressing his palms into the floor. “and that’s why i ghosted. if it makes you feel better at all, my sisters yelled at me for doing the same thing to them. i haven’t gotten that work/life balance under control yet, but i’m working on it.” he pulls his legs in, knees bending into his chest and arms wrapping around them. “if we don’t want this to seem like me explaining why i disappeared after we kissed, you could tell me what you’ve been up to… i’d really like to know, actually.”
“ okay , i like the sound of that , ” rosie smiles thoughtfully with a small nod , subtle but enough of a movement to cause a lock of hair free from her ponytail to fall in front of her eyes . she breaks into a chuckle as she tucks back her hair , easily amused by his playfulness to show her what that respectable distance is . likely finding actions she would find more charming from carson because of the familiar butterflies than anyone else who tried to pull the same move . across from him , she rests her hands in the cross of her ankles , elbows perched onto corresponding knees . no matter how much time has passed since they last saw each other , she listens carefully , genuinely interested in catching up . before the kiss , before tipsy confessions in a new york dive bar , they were friends . they are friends . and she wants to salvage whatever they can of the relationship , and she feels better now in his presence knowing he feels the same way , too . there’s a sense of awe in rosie’s features because despite her golden girl reputation , it’s confined to the small town . she doesn’t resent it . these are her roots and where she plans to stay , but it still strikes her hearing a friend go out into a big city and make something of themselves . something she can’t seem to do even in little old irving , regardless of what people think of her as a person . her smile is tainted with a twinge of sadness as she pictures what could’ve been , and knows the reality of what his family endured . and in a twisted way , she’s relieved . after being in the dark , it’s nice to hear that it wasn’t her fault and it was never intentional . “ i’m really sorry . ” she reaches out a hand to brush over the back of his before he sits up and pulls back . “ i know that doesn’t change anything , but ... i am ... about everything you’ve been dealing with . ” she shakes her head before she even adds , “ it makes sense . i shouldn’t have been on your mind when you had so much going on in the first place . and a phone goes both ways . i could’ve said something , too . after a while , i just wasn’t sure if you’d want me to . ” rosie hates how much it sounds like an excuse , but she can’t alter the truth of how she felt . instead of lingering on it , she laughs at how little she has to update him on as she mimics his stance , arms wrapped around tight knees . “ there isn’t much to say . ” she sits up a little straighter , like a physical embodiment of a small lightbulb turning on , “ oh ! i moved out of my parents’ house , so that’s something . i’m still interning at their firm , and i got a weekend job at the florist so i’m not just staring at paperwork all week . ” she shrugs her shoulders , nonchalant and indifferent to the reasons of her changes . “ honestly , my life is not interesting , ” she laughs , “ but maybe that’s okay . ”
rosemary with trinity:
THE INFAMOUS GHOSTKING OF the twitch space knew no bounds when it came to producing content, sometimes pushing themselves past their limits on days they could afford to only get a few hours of sleep. one would say it was unhealthy, others would want to see how far they would go, but from where they were perched on their workspace, slowly but surely chipping away at the last few minutes of screentime to their stream with a smile, seemingly too focused to even bother with the time, only realizing after almost falling asleep a half hour after their live ended that it was way past midnight, stretching their limbs out and making their way to the entryway of their apartment, locking the door on their way out. walking out of the building not a moment later about to collide with somebody, their reflexes stopping them before doing so, though it made their heart race faster with the adrenaline now pumping through their veins. in spite of being on the shorter side, they apologize profusely. “ i’m sorry ! sorry, that was my bad. i really didn’t see you there. ”
it’s uncommon for rosemary to be getting home so late , especially on a work day . and especially when that work is something she really detests . but , she’s also a pushover when it comes to her parents , staying back when asked as they did so she could help with research for an upcoming case . the extra law work gives her a headache with weary eyes as she finally returns home . she takes soft steps through the hall , not only because she’s hyperaware of the late hour , but also because she still has years of dance and gymnastics training engrained in her muscles . rosie ducks her head for one second --- possibly the worst moment to do so --- to fetch her keys when she almost collides with someone else . “ oh my gosh , it’s okay ! ” she insists , brushing her hair out of her eyes and simultaneously shaking her head , “ i’m sorry , it’s my fault , i wasn’t looking either . ” she offers a kind smile as she takes a small step back for some normal distance . “ i didn’t get you with my bag , did i ? ” worry appears on her features . she didn’t feel anything , but her shoulder purse is heavy with texts and paperwork that could’ve gotten out of her control .

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nadira with vincent:
“ ARE … YOU LOOKING TO get anything in particular ?” they glance at the person from the other side of the counter, wiping their hands clean with the cloth used to dry glasses. they’re used to youngsters coming into the bar with all sorts of excuses to get their conniving hands on some bloody marys or long islands, and they’re ready to turn them away if it came down to checking their id’s, but they never makes it obvious until they’ve just about had enough with the nice guy act. it’s pretty quiet for a sunday afternoon, even in the small little town of irving, so this time vincent just smiles — utterly plastic and shamelessly feigning. “ how can i help you ?”
it takes nadira an extra beat to look up from her phone , a glimpse into her previous ways when work engulfed her . she lived with one eye attached to her screen , answering emails , sending out approvals ( or disapprovals ) , at all times . while the appearance is the same now as the former fashion designer enters , the reason is worlds apart . now , she’s simply distracted , mind scattered as she consumes media that couldn’t be any less important . but finally , she looks up , manicured fingers tucking her phone away as she steps up to an empty stool . “ one whiskey sour , thanks , ” she places her order , little regard for the time of day and that the sun is still overhead .
luca with raquel:
his laissez-faire energy somehow makes her feel more tense, though she’s only ever otherwise when she’s not sober — and that will not be happening ever again, not if she can help it. running into luca again is almost a slap to the face to all the progress she’d made, a reminder of all the mistakes she’d made — though, not as much of a reminder as the husband she’s still trying to figure out how to divorce, drunken marriage or not. “i’ve been gone for the past six — or, seven years. i guess we didn’t run in the same circles.” eyes scan the shelves to see if there’s anything else in the vicinity that she needs, so she doesn’t need to stay around for this very unwelcome encounter. “i wouldn’t know, i haven’t had many.” hook-ups, sure, but they’ve always been extended “friends with benefits” situations, or turned into almost relationships. if she thinks hard enough about it, luca may be the only actual one night stand she’s ever had. he doesn’t need to know that, though. “if you’ll excuse me, i need to grab a few more things and head home — thesis work, can’t let it get away from me.”
“ ah , ” his eyebrows raise like the pieces are starting to fall into place in his head . “ i moved here around that time , so that makes sense . ” give or take a few years . he’s pretty sure it’s going on a decade now , but he’s never been the type to keep track of something like that . if anything , luca’s more shocked it’s been that long since he arrived in irving . without roots of his own , he’s not the person looking to settle anywhere . but traveling , even when it’s really a means of escaping , requires money . and money comes from working . and he has a steady job here . and the ocean . both important . his head tilts slightly at raquel’s shared information . it’s not that he expected her to , but , well ... based off personal experience , he could only assume he wasn’t her only companion on the road . “ i can tell you running into a hookup isn’t uncommon , ” he shrugs frivolously , “ don’t think i’ve had something like this though , popping up on the other side of the country long after . ” he chuckles at the situation -- if he’s uncomfortable , it doesn’t show . luca steps to the side of the aisle , a flourish of his arms for her to go ahead . this is where he should say his goodbyes and go on with his day , but he remembers enjoying his time with rocky , and he has nowhere else to be . “ thesis ? ” his ears perk as he stands straight again , clearly with no intention of parting ways . “ didn’t think you needed to do that to play music . ”