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RP Account for Arconia FM Atlas Williams & Miray Kartal

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RP Account for Arconia FM featuring:

Atlas Williams; 34 years old; fitness influencer and trainer

Miray Kartal; 31 years old; aesthetician and psychic

[bellat0rs]

         (    ↻    )    “  oh no  !  ”  they frown in earnest.  “  i’m so sorry,  i didn’t realize.  i could’ve sworn the event post said there’d be vegetarian and vegan options.  ”  emiko lets out a small huff as their gaze darts around to find something that their friend can eat.  their eyes brighten for a moment.  “  i think i see someone walking around with a tray of cucumber hummus bites.  i know it’s not much and honestly,  not sure why we came to this expecting to eat.  we never expect to come to these things to eat.  ”  they lead them over to the waiter.  “  also,  i was thinking we just grab some food after this since the stuff here is kind of a bust.  thoughts  ?  ”

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"It's okay, really." Miray shook her head. "I don't want to miss the show." It was gorgeous, truly. The tickets were a gift from a client and she was overjoyed to be surrounded by the incredible art. Living art. "We shouldn't have expected anything. They're catering more and more to the Instagram crowds who just take pictures of the food, not eat it." She pursed her lips, forcing herself not to go on an unnecessary rant when she was just hungry. "It's perfect, Emiko. We'll do food after." She nodded. "Come on, I want to go look at the Central Park display." Maybe if she drank then the food wouldn't be such a disappointment. There was plenty of champagne around. "Anything new in your life? I feel like we haven't caught up in a while."

[ofselenite]

cosima watches the whole exchange with clear amusement, one hand resting loosely on hades’ leash while the other is still scratching behind his ear. “like his father, huh?” she echoes with a smirk, glancing between atlas and the dog. “bold claim.” she crouches slightly, unclipping hades’ leash with a soft click. “go on,” she murmurs to him, giving his collar a light pat. “you’re allowed to have friends.” hades hesitates for exactly half a second, dignity intact, before trotting off to investigate mulder with the cautious air of someone evaluating a very energetic coworker. she straightens, brushing her hands together. “i’m cosima,” she says, nodding toward her own dog now checking out the other dog. “and that mildly dramatic creature over there is hades.”

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"Yeah, we're scamps." Atlas laughed. His dog had been a rescue but it really seemed like it was fate for Atlas to end up with a dog that was ridiculously similar to him. Once they went through the training for emotional support, Atlas and Mulder were the best team, in his opinion at least. He watched as the two dogs met each other with an amused expression. Every now and then, Mulder looked back at him as if checking for approval. "Good to meet you. You been living here long?" Atlas asked, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. It felt like every day there was someone new in the building. Or maybe it was that Atlas spent his time in the Arconia in 3 places: his apartment, the dog park, and the gym. Technically 4 with the indoor and outdoor parks but still. "Or have I just been rude and unsocial?"

[ofselenite]

tabitha’s expression softened immediately, partially because of it being miray and because she cared for the other. concern replacing the easy calm she usually carried. she glanced down the hall again, already thinking through the usual hiding spots a cat might claim. “hey,” she said gently, stepping a little closer. “don’t panic yet.” one hand lifted in a small, reassuring gesture. “if she slipped out, she’s probably nearby. cats like blair don’t wander far unless they have a reason.” her eyes flicked back to miray, steady and encouraging. “want help checking the hall and stairwell?”

[acuminate]

Her gut reaction was to deny that there was any possibility that she was panicking, would panic, or had ever panicked. Why lie though? It wasn't like Tabitha was judging her. "Do you not think that spite is a good enough reason?" Miray countered, still not ready to let her defensive guard fully down. "Yes please." She pushed out a slow exhale and started forward. "Did I interrupt you from something? I won't lie and say I don't need the help but..." How to say that Tabitha didn't need to feel any obligation towards helping her but that Miray wouldn't be able to handle not finding her cat by the end of the night.

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@ofopalites

"Bro it's a twelve minute time cap. That's nothing!" Atlas looked up from the small whiteboard he wrote the Crossfit 26.1 workout on. "It's a ladder and we can just note where we're at once the twelve minutes hit then finish up the rest. I didn't get to do it last week because of that rowing challenge." He grinned. "Come on, you know you're excited!"

[bloomedwarmth]

honestly, that has the redhead deflating because she knew that liam would make sure that blair was safe and stayed put. pulling out her phone, she opens up a new contact and, holds it out for the other woman. "here, put your number in. i'll go look at the yoga studio, if i find her i'll text you." was she busy? she had work in a while but she'd put anything on hold for an animal. "we'll find her, promise."

[acuminate]

Miray nodded and quickly inputted her phone number. On one hand, this was somewhat fortuitous because she hadn't exactly met that many fellow residents. Other than spontaneous elevator chit chat, Miray kept to herself. Blair was probably doing this on purpose. Devious little cat. "My name is Miray, thank you so much. She may come when her name is called, she may just mock you for daring to exist. Can you ask around too? In case you know anyone else here?"

[guiltswept]

"you  know,  that's  always  bothered  me,  man  -  2%  milk.  what's  the  other  percent?"  an  idle  thought,  the  kind  where  his  eyes  glaze  over  for  a  moment,  as  if  he's  really  contemplating  the  98%  of  supposed  not  milk.  eazy  comes  back  to  the  conversation  sooner  than  later,  catching  onto  the  latter  part  of  atlas'  rant  with  an  agreeing  nod.  "nah,  dude,  i  hear  you  -  i  mean  don't  get  me  wrong,  i'm  a  meat  man  through  and  through,  but  i'm  not  gonna  sit  here  and  pretend  it's  all  ...  open  meadows  and  rainbows.  they're  all  like,  why  do  it  the  sustainable,  ethical  way  when  it's  quicker  to  just  ..."  his  sentence  trails  off,  not  wanting  to  get  into  the  nitty  gritty  of  it,  maybe;  shoulders  rolling  back  and  pressing  themselves  against  the  back  of  his  chair.  "i'll  tell  you,  though,  dude  -  i'd  go  vegan  any  day  over  eating  whatever  kinda,  like,  lab  meat  they're  trying  to  grow.  talk  about  shivering  my  fucking  timbers,  man."  nose  scrunches,  then  unscrunches,  at  the  thought.  almost  shivers  again,  his  head  jerking  up  at  the  mention  of  an  electric  fucking  sweatshirt.  "what?"  his  jaw  drops  -  then  picks  itself  back  up  with  a  clamp  of  teeth.  "no  way,  man,  how  did  i  not  know  those  existed?  you're  telling  me  i've  been  huddled  by  an  electric  fireplace  everyday  like  i'm  bracing  the  fucking  arctic  for  nothing?  shit."  begrudgingly,  eazy  unfurls  his  arms  from  where  they're  comfortable,  warm,  phone  in  hand  as  he  opens  it  up  and  starts  typing.  "if  my  sister  knew  about  these  and  didn't  tell  me  ...  i  don't  even  know,  man.  i'm  feeling  a  new  level  of  betrayal  -  julius  caesar  levels  of  betrayal. et tu, brutus?"

[acuminate]

"I know man but maybe one of these days I can convince you of how much better life will be if you do fully commit to the vegan lifestyle. I craved meat at first too but I promise it goes away and you'll never miss it. Beans, tofu, tempeh, mushrooms? It's incredible." Atlas couldn't help but start in with his sales pitch. Normally, he wouldn't go on more than a random shoutout celebrating the versatility of tofu but hopefully Eazy would be a convert. "I can show you some meal prep that'll blow your socks off." Another star athlete? A great idea if he dared to say such a thing. Then Atlas started laughing, settling back in his chair. He was very comfortable in his own hoodie (purchased at his second HYROX and worn with pride) but had also grown up with frigid winters. As long as there wasn't a blizzard outside, he was normally cool. "Sisters are great and all but they can't really be trusted if there's something in it for them, you know? I have three sisters and the shit they pulled just because it was funny was crazy. Love 'em, for real. Trust but verify though."

[bloomedwarmth]

there's never been much special about eliza's class, in fact, it's really just a place for people to go to keep themselves busy, give themselves a distraction. minus that, and a light workout, that's really what yoga's all about it. so, it's not surprising when she becomes peoples free therapists after class. maybe she's too observant, maybe she's too kind, but as she's cleaning up the leftover mats, she pauses. "hey, are you okay?"

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Atlas shrugged, offering a small smile. "Nah, I'm fine, Eliza." And even if he wasn't which was somewhat frequently the case, he wouldn't have admitted it. But the code between fitness professionals wasn't one that required honesty about personal feelings, right? "Just at a weird part of this workout cycle. Been pushing so hard that my rest days feel kind of weird." Thus why he was at a yoga class rather than his more traditional cycling between cold plunges and the sauna.

[guiltswept]

there's  a  dilemma  living  inside  ife,  splitting  them  near  -  evenly  in  two  as  they  dawdle  in  the  hallway,  one  foot  caught  in  the  entryway  of  their  apartment,  and  the  rest  of  her  frozen  outside.  "ah  -  um,  no?"  her  shoulders  tense  up  as  she  cranes  her  body  around  to  look  down  the  rest  of  the  hallway,  then  back  to  miray.  on  one  hand,  it's  a  cat-  and  ife  loves  cats.  like,  so  much.  on  the  other  hand  -  if  it  crosses  her  path,  ife  will  believe  they're  so  incredibly  fucked.  and  she's  already  having  a  bad  luck  day  to  begin  with,  fingers  layered  with  extra  band  -  aids  than  what's  considered  normal  for  them.  but  if  she  doesn't  help  -  "have  you  checked  the  dining  room  downstairs?  i  was  walking  by  earlier  and  i  swear,  there's  like,  an  entire  full  -  blown  tea  party  going  on.  i  thought  i  like,  shifted  to  bridgerton  and  was  about  to  be  declared  the  diamond  of  the,  um,  goshwhatsitcalled  -  season!  and  -  i  think  they're  serving  tuna  tartare!  cats  like  tuna!"  their  voice  squeaks  towards  the  end  as  they  run  out  of  breath,  gasping  sharp  as  if  she's  just  resurfaced.

[acuminate]

If circumstances were different, Miray would have felt an inkling of guilt over interrupting someone who obviously looked like they were trying to go home. If asked she would have confessed that she didn't care even a little. Her baby was missing and no one could blame her. She followed the story with difficulty. Bridgerton wasn't something she expected to be brought up when discussing Blair but the final word sealed it. "Tuna, yes, that could be something. Do you think that it could still be going?" Miray looked around as if there were sings pointing to such a party. "I guess, yes. I think that could be the right choice." She exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry for interrupting you." It wasn't a very sincere apology but Miray hoped the effort counted for something.

[hearteclipscd]

bopping along to the jingle of the keys that hung from her carabiner, bianca was in her own little world, completely tuned out from the goings on around her until the sound of a voice plucked her out of her daze. “oh!” she let out in half-surprise as turned her attention over to the other. “can’t say i have, but i can help you look if you’d like! two sets of eyes are always better than one.”

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"Yes, that would be helpful." Miray sighed. She didn't want to be worried out of her mind over her cat that would surely wander back home in an hour or two. Still, what if someone didn't notice and opened the front doors too widely? "Her name is Blair." Opening her phone, Miray held it out to show a picture of a black cat staring at the camera with bright green eyes. "I suspect she can operate the elevator, unfortunately so I think it's a bottom top search."

[ofselenite]

sofia lets out a small laugh the second the question leaves his mouth, already shaking her head like she’s half-apologizing for whatever answer she’s about to give. “okay, you did give me permission to laugh,” she says, lifting her hands a little in mock defense before dropping them back to her sides. there’s a beat where she thinks about it — actually thinks about it — her expression softening into something more thoughtful than amused. “honestly?” she says after a moment. “i don’t really have, like… a structured goal.” her shoulders lift in a small shrug. “i’m not trying to train for a marathon or anything dramatic. i just…” she trails off, searching for the right words, gaze flicking briefly toward the floor before returning to him. “i guess i just want to feel better in my own body. more energy, less feeling like i’m exhausted all the time.”

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Atlas grinned. "Hey now, fitness is just as fun as anything else in life. Laughing is always allowed." He nodded along, waiting patiently as she explained. She sounded like a lot of people that were looking for some sort of guidance in starting their fitness journey. Or at least she sounded like the clients he preferred. Not the ones who were doing it for Instagram but because they actually wanted something out of it. "That's exactly what fitness can do! You put energy, you get out energy. I usually encourage people to start with what we called functional fitness. That means no marathons but building up strength for doing everyday things like lifting a carry-on into the overhead bin or carrying groceries up a few flights if the elevator goes out." Atlas forced himself to pause in his speech. "Of course it's not a miracle cure. Medical issues should still be treated by medical professionals." If he didn't combine his own fitness journey with therapy and medicine then he wouldn't be standing there. "Tell me more about you, Sofia. We can talk and get warmed up on the treadmill."

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@bellat0rs ; set at an NYBG orchid exhibition event

Miray shook her head as she stepped away from the waiter who had been explaining the appetizer in well-practiced detail. "They are indeed serving bubbles. Mignonette emulsion, meaning that even if I wanted to eat air, it's not vegetarian..." She said as her gaze roamed over the crowd in the hope that she would see someone with a normal hors d'oeuvre platter. "Remind me why we came to this expecting to eat?"

[ofselenite]

tabitha slowed when she heard the question, attention shifting fully to miray. the hopeful look alone was enough to make her glance instinctively down the hall and toward the corners where a cat might hide. “a black cat?” she echoed, thoughtful. “i haven’t seen one yet…” her expression softened a little, already scanning again. “but they’re excellent at turning into shadows,” she added gently. “what’s their name? i'd be happy to help you find them.”'

[acuminate]

It wasn't like she sought out Tabitha in her moment of need but truthfully, Miray was relieved. This was someone who Blair loved (not that it was a factor in her breaking off whatever had been going on between them) and had already seen Miray cry when said cat was choking on something and needed kitty Heimlich. The love of pets sure could shatter any veneer of calm and collected. "I don't know, Tabs. I had the door open for half a minute to carry something in and she may have gotten past me. She may still be in the apartment but I don't think so. She didn't even come out for the wet food."

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@bellat0rs ; set in the Arconia gym

"Did you eat? You know you need to eat before a workout." Atlas offered a slightly smushed banana from his backpack. "I have something really good planned for today's engine builder workout but you gotta be prepped for it." He grinned which should be seen as a threat in that context. An Atlas programmed workout? Specifically designed to increase their V02 max? It was probably against the Geneva conventions. "Or do you uh, want to chat? We can raincheck today." The words were set reluctantly but he did mean them.

[ofselenite]

cosima had only just unclipped hades’ leash when the other dog came barreling toward them, a blur of fur and enthusiasm. hades, ever the dramatic creature, froze mid-step like he’d just been personally challenged. she crossed her arms, watching the shepherd mutt run circles around them with mild amusement rather than alarm. “wow,” she mused, voice dry. “your dog has excellent form. real dedication to the bit.” hades gave a single offended huff but otherwise held his ground, tail flicking slowly as if deciding whether this was beneath him and that his owner was as unbothered as him. when atlas called out, cosima waved a hand dismissively. “hey, relax,” she said easily. “no worries.” she crouched slightly, scratching behind hades’ ear while eyeing the other dog with a crooked smile. "though if your guy’s auditioning for track and field,” she added, glancing back at atlas, “i think it's safe to say he or she already won.”

[acuminate]

"Like his father." Atlas chuckled as he jogged up to where his dog was acting like an absolute clown. Surprise surprise. As soon as the shepherd was able to let loose he did, all in the hopes to impress another dog and their owner that would hopefully have treats. "He'd love something like that." The possibility of entering Mulder in doggie Olympics had crossed his mind once or twice but Atlas thought his dog was better suited for gym life. Nothing like a cute dog as motivation for 400 meter sprints. After a short whistle, Mulder stopped and trotted to Atlas's side like he hadn't been an absolute goof. "He's just not been doing great with the weather changes. Trapped inside for a week then sweating the next. I tried to explain the climate crisis to him but he won't listen." Mulder looked up with his head half cocked, tongue flopped out. "Go take a lap." Atlas said and Mulder took off again. "I'm Atlas, by the way. That's Mulder."

[ofselenite]

sabrina lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly as she turns her cup between her hands. “i mean, sure, it's fun in theory,” she says, relaxed, gaze drifting around the café like she’s mentally measuring the space. “but trends usually happen because people ease into them, not because someone slaps a big ‘new standard’ sign on the door.” she gestures vaguely toward where drinks are being made. “deja brew switching to oat by default would cause a small civil war before lunch.” then she tilts her head, amused. “though redesigning the place with an oat milk sponsorship…” a thoughtful hum escapes her as she studies the room again. “i’d lean into it. soft neutrals, lots of natural wood, creamy tones so the whole place feels warm and… oat-adjacent.” a small smirk follows. “but if i’m starting a design trend, i’d rather it be something a lot less… dairy-adjacent.”

[acuminate]

He nodded along, immediately able to correlate what she was saying to his own life. If one of his sisters had been there, he would have claimed it was because he was an empath because it would piss them off. "Yeah, I'm right with you. The fall of crossfit has been slow but HYROX is getting bigger every year. Couldn't happen fast but..." Atlas shrugged. She wouldn't care about the internal conflicts within the fitness world when they didn't really matter to most people. If only everyone did then he could rule the planet. "Ah so more beige?" He asked with a smirk.Atlas didn't really understand interior design as a career. Didn't people want to design it however they wanted? Why use someone else's tastes? Again, an inside thought. "What would you want to make the next trend, then?"

[acuminate]

@rockeurs

"I don't know if I can workout today." Atlas confessed, bouncing on his toes as he worked to get his blood flowing. "26.1 killed me, I'm barely functioning. If you ignore the time cap, I got it done in 15 but it was a damn brutal combination." He drew his arm across his chest to stretch in lieu of a shrug. "The 45 minute row after didn't help." With a snort, Atlas bent over to touch his toes. "Maybe that was dumb." Maybe taking a day of recovery would help but that wasn't really his style. Especially when they were around 12 weeks out from the New York HYROX where he was competing as a pro. "Maybe we just take it easy."