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it bubbles — low and steady at first, then outright. “a zucchini? come on now. you can do better than that.” how was the promise of a zucchini supposed to be more appealing than witnessing sam get dragged off into a hostage situation with a sweet, if not, incredibly misguided woman who was clearly in need of company? she laughs. fully, amused by the sheer determination of her friend to not be seen by kind, clueless edith. but, regardless of her feelings about it all, divya was a ride-or-die. she would stand here as long as needed to ensure sam wasn’t subjected to dull conversation and who knows the type of soft core torture porn or whatever had her so disarmed by edith.
divya shifts her weight to one leg, allowing her hip to jut slightly, her arms crossed as she eyes sam, peeking over her shoulder at the harmless woman inspecting a display of oranges. before she can be caught looking, her focus returns to the news anchor. “plus, lavender and chamomile tea sounds so soothing. why wouldn’t you want round two?” teasing, she lightly punctures the moment with smirk. “maybe we should say hi.”
▋▋▋ “ i'm negotiating under duress, ” she retorts, arms flying up in a helpless gesture before they fall limp at her sides. bribery options feel incredibly limited since she's mostly surrounded by produce. chancing another peak, she notices that edith has abandoned the oranges and is now in motion ⎯⎯ slow motion, but motion nonetheless. and divya is still amused. the little shit. she exhales through her nose, “ no, don't do that face. ” the smirk isn't helping. the smirk is trouble. “ that's the face people make right before they volunteer someone else for community theater. ” or for the world's slowest cup of tea. she shoots the younger reporter a look that says betrayal in at least three different languages, “ we're not saying hi . . . that's how it starts. ”
another glance. edith has migrated to avocados. news anchor grabs counterpart lightly by the elbow and pivots them both a step, two steps to the left. “ i think we can make it to the juice bar undetected, ” she gives a gentle tug in the mentioned stall's direction, “ i hear the lavender infused lemonade is just as good. probably. i mean, i've never had it. anyway —-how's work ? ” the distraction tactic is anything but subtle.
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open starter / @mirabellastarts
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: babylon
spirits were high and chaotic at babylon during the entirety of june. it was their busiest month of the year for a good reason and that night was no exception with no one but two drag shows and an obvious and colorful theme cocktail night joey had grown to despise.
after the seventh cocktail of the night, joey walked towards the newest patron waiting for their attention, flashing their usual teasing grin at their direction. "hey, what can i get ya?" then they paused, looking around for a brief second before leaning in closer to the person in front of them, eyes still focused on the crowd. "tell you what. three rounds of two truths one lie and if you win whatever you order for the rest of the night is on me. just don't put me into debt and don't get kicked out for being a bad drunk. deal?"
▋▋▋ after waiting for what feels like long enough, she accepts the ⎯⎯ obvious, undeniable ⎯⎯ truth that her tinder date has quietly slipped out. sam thiiiiiinks it was something she said, probably when she pointed out that "agree to disagree" only really works if both understand the subject, otherwise it's just something people say when they can't defend their point anymore. her date had nodded slowly, excused themselves to the bathroom and never came back. winning the argument and losing a person in the same five-minute span is a personal record worth a celebratory drink, so she stays. “ that's either the worst business model i've ever heard or the most confident one, ” observes as she slips onto the stool, resting an elbow against the bar. brown hues scan the lineup of bottles, like she's evaluating her options before choosing what poison to commit to, then looks back at present company. “ deal. i promise i'll order responsibly because freeloading is not a good look. oh and i'm not planning on getting drunk—-but if i did, i'm actually . . . well, mostly a high functioning drunk. though as a precaution, i would cut myself off when i start quoting murrow, ” a corner of her mouth tugs up, just enough to make it clear she's enjoying herself. “ would you like to go first ? ”
▋▋▋ GALAPALOOZA ─── songs i would have moshed to at lilith fair.
she's the kind of spotify user who takes playlist organization way more seriously than she probably should. every playlist is carefully curated and yes, the titles can get a little too specific but they all make perfect sense to her. she doesn't listen to songs individually, only in playlists — if not her own, then through the "go to song radio" feature —, and refuses to let songs live in more than one playlist. if she likes a song, the hardest part is figuring out exactly which playlist it belongs to because dumping everything into "liked songs" isn't an option. her library has 30+ public playlists and she never lets any of them go over 50 songs. galapalooza is a lilith fair inspired playlist, featuring artists and bands that performed at the music festival or that she thinks would have been a good fit. it hasn't been updated since 2016.
𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 @mirabellastarts 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 somewhere in the streets of Mirabella!
It had been one of those days. From the moment Len had woken up - late, due to his charger not being plugged in right and his phone having gone flat overnight - things had been going wrong. There was nothing major, thankfully, only a stubbed toe, a minor cut on his hand, a breakfast stolen out of his hands by a gull, and now this. He had tripped on the sidewalk, his shirt had caught on the fence he walked next to, and it now had an enormous rip right through the side, all the way up to the armpit. Sure, most people might have called it a day on a shirt of that condition, but it was a shirt that Len loved, and it had actually ripped in a pretty convenient place. So there he sat, right on the ground, cross legged, shirt off, stitching it back up. Len didn't go anywhere without his trusty backpack, which was full of many things, a small sewing kit included.
It took him a moment to feel the other's eyes on him; in all honesty, when he looked up and caught their eyes, he couldn't have been sure how long they had stood there, watching. "Regular occurrence, don't worry," he assured them, a small laugh that was half amusement, half embarrassment. "At least I can fix this one without it being super noticeable. And at least the weather is nice out."
▋▋▋ growing up in la, she's seen enough strange things over the course of her life that a shirtless guy sitting on the sidewalk doing needle work doesn't faze her. “ oh, i'm not worried, ” she responds. partly because she really isn't and also because saying something feels like the polite thing to do after she's been standing there long enough that pretending otherwise is no longer an option. she crouches down to get a better look at the stitching and lets out an impressed hum. “ that's actually not bad. ” of course, journalist has absolutely no idea what makes stitching good or bad. “ i once split my pants during a live broadcast in yayladağı and had to finish the segment holding a notepad strategically. i could have used your skills. ” after a beat, she adds, “ genuinely. ” which means she's being honest, as explained by one of the younger interns working in the newsroom. she then gestures vaguely at him, at the shirt, at the general situation and asks, “ are you okay ? it looks like you've had quite a day and it's not noon yet. ”

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ꗃ ─── sam & y/m , rainbow market day ( farmers' market but pride-themed ) / capping at three ( 3/3 ) capped !!
▋▋▋ strolling through mirabella's rainbow market day event with every intention of behaving like a normal person ⎯⎯ and maybe get some heirloom tomatoes while she's at it, news anchor spots edith across the crowd and immediately steps directly in front of your muse. “ don't move, ” she says, “ i mean it. whatever you were about to do—-don't. ” she peeks over their shoulder and ducks back out of sight. it's not personal. edith's lovely. she's a national treasure. she's also the reason sam lost an entire afternoon to a cup of tea. “ it's edith. last week she invited me over, handed me a mug of lavender and chamomile from her own herb garden, and told me it needed to steep for twenty five minutes. twenty-five. that's a hostage situation, not tea. ” she risks another glance. edith is drawing closer with the urgency of someone who has nowhere to be and all day to get there, while occasionally stopping to inspect the oranges. “ if she makes eye contact, it's over. just stand naturally but not . . . weirdly naturally, ” she instructs like there's an obvious difference, “ stay exactly where you are. i'll buy you a zucchini. ”
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open to: anyone! @mirabellastarts location: seabrook point's nightlife area ... at night!
not due to clock into work for the night — god help mirabella that taylor is out and about anyway, traipsing down the street like a man starved for small talk. he’s good at it; he drops into groups’ conversations like he’s known them all their lives, throws arms over shoulders and suggests places to eat like a concierge’s evil twin. all his aimless wandering through mirabella’s nightlife streets find him in front of dorothy’s. it’s his night off, but the music and noise inside makes him linger anyway … long enough for him to notice somebody else idling out here too. so taylor sidles over to them, nudges them in the side like they’re familiar enough to do so. “there’s a pianist who works here usually who suuuucks,” he offers like a secret, “but i heard he’s not on shift tonight. soooo it’s safe to go in, if that’s what you’ve been out here wondering about.”
▋▋▋ she's just been on a ferry for the better part of an hour and in a building full of very loud, very wrong people for the ten hours before that ⎯⎯ she's not ready to be anywhere in particular yet. brunette femme takes the long way from the terminal because the air is good and she ends up out here sort of by accident. music drifts out, so she just . . . stops. the nudge catches her off guard, mostly because she's kinda distracted trying to decide if she wants to listen to live music or if she wants to want to listen to live music. she finally turns to look at whoever just elbowed her like they grew up on the same street. “ oh ? right—-a terrible pianist, ” tongue clicks against roof of mouth, “ presumably paying rent and buying groceries with the proceeds from disappointing customers. for shame. ” words are delivered in such a tone that makes it hard to tell if she's being serious or playing around, but the half smirk her lips curl into suggests it's the latter. “ i'm curious now. are you always this invested in passersby going inside bars or is tonight special ? ” nodding towards the entrance, she gestures with a hand as if say lead the way. “ i can't remember the last time i've been inside dorothy's. do they still have those cheap house drinks that sneak up on you ? ”
ꗃ access file on sam eskandari ⎯⎯ primary anchor on nbn's flagship late-night news show world in progress and rotating international affairs commentator on the daily brief.
Too passionate for nonchalant people
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Sepideh Moafi as Gigi Ghorbani in 2.01 “Late to the Party”
She’s exhausted. Not like at the end of a long day. She’s mentally and physically exhausted. She hasn’t had four hours’ sleep in two years. She’s been shot at in three different countries. And she’s been to way too many funerals for a girl her age. She wants to come home.