〝 is this what you guys are gonna do all week, play video games? this is what you did back home too ––– you should get out more. italy is full of fine ass people to choose from. 〞
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〝 is this what you guys are gonna do all week, play video games? this is what you did back home too ––– you should get out more. italy is full of fine ass people to choose from. 〞

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LOCATION: the old haunt, the bar FOR: open! ( 0/3 )
WHAT FEELS DIFFERENT ABOUT this particular gig? she isn't quite sure. her relationship with music had become far less complicated over the years, but the guilt, the pain, the regret still clung to her. it gripped to her shoulder, nearly froze her in her tracks. regardless, as the curtains fall her feet carry her in the direction of the old haunt -- still clothed in her performance gown. the only part of the ensemble that may appear even remotely casual was the leather jacket draped over her shoulders. frankly, she couldn't help but wonder what the other patrons must be thinking of her. she got stood up. that one has a story. regardless, she keeps to herself. not a single word uttered between her perfectly-glossed lips, except for a simple martini order before returning to her silence. with a nod of appreciation, she takes a sip -- noticing someone looking to her out of her peripheral. being a paranoid woman made her external vision strong as could be. she places the glass back on the table, not yet turning. " i know what you're thinking. " she eventually speaks, gaze eventually during to face her onlooker. " gee, she looks pretty dolled up to be spending time in a dive bar. " after pausing, she continues. " it's quite alright, i would be too. "
do you hear LIKE THE MOVIES BY LAUFEY playing? oh, that must be NOA BENNETT breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like DANIELLA TAYLOR to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for TWENTY-ONE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are TWENTY-SIX years old. yeah, they live over on OCEAN AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a PROFESSIONAL MATCHMAKER ( OUT OF TOWN ). i love that they remind me of THE CLICK OF HEELS ON MARBLE FLOORING, LIPGLOSS APPLIED IN THE CAR MIRROR, A PERFECTLY TIED BOW IN HER BLOWN-OUT HAIR, A PYJAMA SET FOR EVERY MOOD, DIET COKE IN A WINE GLASS, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is HEY LADIES in the queue?
@mystvcs
LOCATION: noa's home, afternoon FOR: adelaide derosiers
NOA HAD A RATHER complicated relationship with her life's work. music was all she knew. however, since she'd entered death -- playing had felt like freedom. there was no one looking over her shoulder, no one reminding her that because of her talent, the world would always be out to get her. instead, she was now surrounded by people who made her feel safe. why couldn't she have met people like adelaide, who was sweeter than sugar -- while she was alive? she could see it now, just how much emptiness that would have been excersized from each regimented day.
she remembered the first time adelaide had come up to her as clear as day -- to tell her that her music made her see something. quite frankly, it had taken some time for noa to become less suprised by the residents of portum, for she had once been nothing more than a mortal woman. going about her life, establishing a career. the only reason why she was here was because her life was cut short. and the worst part? they didn't know by who, or why. while she had been a prodigy, a mind above the rest -- a fixture for individuals to need from.
the teakettle whistles on the stove, bringing noa back to reality as she realizes she's been hyperfixated on it. watching the steam billow. with an oven mitt on one hand, she carries the kettle to the living room, where a coaster and two sets of china are waiting. in her other, mitt-less hand? a selection of tea bags. " i wasn't sure what would be to your liking, my dear, so i brought the whole basket. " while noa's smile may be small, it's completely genuine. the people she's met here make smiling far easier than it used to be. " give the kettle a moment to rest, the last thing i want is for you to burn yourself. "
@silkeared
LOCATION: rosie's diner, corner booth FOR: ender jackson
NO TRANSITION IS EVER easy. a transition into death on earth, however? there was no other kind of pain like it. while the rest of the earth turns, your world is still stationary. portum was a solace. a place where you could start fresh, turn the page -- even if you wanted to continue writing the rest of your story. an involuntary chapter. she had over a decade to pick up the pieces. and while she had spent most of that in isolation, a pariah when she wasn't performing -- she had come around to the idea of being a mentor, of sorts. offering care without being too forceful. perhaps one of the first things she had noticed about the younger woman, was that she was far more confident than she. but, where they were certainly similar -- they were both protective souls. fighting for their afterlives to keep from getting hurt again.
while she waited for ender to arrive, noa found herself fixated on her tea. coffee had always made her far too anxious -- leaving her hands shaking like a pair of leaves in the wind. the other woman makes her presence known before she even enters the room. the power of her confidence is palpable. it takes her a moment for her to stand, placing the bottle of honey on the table before doing so. " it's good to see you, ender. " she smiles gently. she isn't quite sure if the other woman is open to hugs yet -- therefore she makes no movement to potentially push the boundary. " order whatever you like. it's on me. "

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〝 you can't be here . . you lied to me, you said you weren't with them anymore. and i don't sleep with people who are taken. 〞
" i'm not crying. " except she is. evident by the sniffles and the way she reaches to delicately wipe away tears before they land on cheeks. " there's something in my eye. " ft. @nepotizm
" trust me, my eyes know soulmates. and she's not yours. " tells herself she's coming from a completely professional standpoint, but it may very well be a little white lie. \ @kssingyou .