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Update: Apparently, if we tried to revive this RP, we would end up losing several players -- so it makes more sense to go on with the new one we have created. So you're all invited to join us over at New New York! We're hoping to be active soon, and we're really excited for it.
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Since this RP sort of, accidentally, died on us, some of my friends in this RP decided to switch over to a new one we created. Our policy was that anyone who was in this RP who wanted their role back automatically had it, and we're only auditioning people for roles unfilled here or whose players explicitly don't want to come back. It's an AU future RP, in which no one knows each other, so it will be quite different, but we're having a lot of fun so far and we're starting to become more active.
We'd love to have everyone here come join us!
New New York RP.
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Is everyone still around?
I've been slammed with schoolwork, personally, but I'd like to get this up and running again sometime. I'm still really attached to this RP, and I know several of my friends in here would like to make it active again.
So like this post if you want to pick this up again!
@puck; home sweet home.
He laughed at her comment and nodded, pulling the tortillas from the fridge along with the already cooked chicken to make himself chicken quesadillas while making her just plain was. They didn’t take long at all to make, he just heated up the chicken on a skillet and on the other one, he heated up the wraps. After dicing some tomatoes, green onions and pulling out the sour cream he started assembling them. About 20 minutes later he was all done and plating them up. “Alright, just as you asked, something quick and easy,” he winked, turning around and then leaning in to kiss her softly. “And I love you too baby,” he responded finally.
It’d definitely been too long since they spent time like this together, but she was going out there and doing what she wanted in life and that made him stupidly proud of her. He considered asking about how the play was going but while he did care, he figured she’d much rather just spend some time together not thinking about their jobs and just paying attention to each other. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that comment about getting me into bed,” he teased as he walked their plates over to the table.
Rachel flushed furiously, grabbing some silverware before following him to the table. She slapped his arm playfully, a small, "You know what I meant!" tearing from her lips. She sat down, moaning exaggeratedly as she took a first bite of the food he made for her; gosh, she would never get over how much she loved his cooking, and even though he promised he never made anything complicated it always tasted wonderful to her. (Then again, she was a little biased, considering the chef.) "Have you come across any good acts recently? I feel like we're both so busy, and I don't even get to hear about your work anymore. I miss it."
As soon as they had finished eating, she rose to carry their plates back into the kitchen, leaning over to dash kisses along his throat as she reached over him from behind his chair. His fingers latched onto her forearm and gently pulled her further towards him, and she giggled, her smile pressing her teeth against his jaw and unconsciously reaching for a deeper kiss. "Baby, I miss this," she whispered, trying to adjust herself to kiss him more fully and sweeping her tongue across his lip, before a timer beeped indignantly from the kitchen. She nearly swore, recoiling quickly and rushing to pull out her cake.
@finn; shopping bags.
After months of living with virtually no furniture, Finn knew he had to furnish his apartment. After struggling with the subway system, he finally got the store no thanks to the assholes he had to deal with. After dealing with annoying sales girls and getting no where with his shopping, he decided he needed some coffee.
Standing behind a short girl, he made his purchase when he noticed the girl was struggling with her bags. As he was going to help her, he realized he knew this girl. No, it couldn’t be. She couldn’t possibly be Rachel Berry!
After blurting her name, he was stunned into silence when it was her. He numbly hugged her back. “I’m doing OK. Decided to test my luck as a coach at Hofstra in the Big Apple. How about you, already have your Tonys and moving onto the Grammys?”
Rachel flushed, shuffling a few steps to the nearest empty table and setting her bags down. It always seemed to be like this, when she ran into someone from her past, their making a small joke about her dreams of success, one meant harmlessly but one which stung like a stab wound. "No -- no Tonys yet," she said quietly, pasting a smile on her face and trying to swallow down the awkwardness rising in her throat; but, after a moment, she realized that, for the first time, she would be able to respond to this with positive news. "Though I am working in a wonderful off-Broadway production right now. Have you heard of Title of Show? It's such an amazing play, with a lot of metafictional elements that are so much fun to play with, and we're working with such a talented director. I'm one of the four leads, so it's very exciting."
Catching herself in the midst of gushing, she frowned and tried to suppress her excitement. "That sounds really great for you, though. How long have you been in town? Have you reconnected with everyone yet? It seems like we've all ended up in New York recently."
@santana, lingerie shopping.
Her snickering over the comment about Sam and Finn (because it was spot on, and the fact that she and Rachel both agreed was hilarious to her) came to a halt the more Rachel rambled on. Being asked for help was something she would normally revel in, use it against a person to tease them relentlessly about later. But this wasn’t just anyone, this was Rachel. And if there was one thing she knew about the seemingly clueless girl in front of her, it was that she was just as stubborn coming to people for advice as Santana was. Once again, it was actually hitting her that the two of them were actually becoming friends. Something she would never had expected, not in a million years, since all they ever did in high school was argue and tear each other down. Obviously they had both come a long way in five years if they could put the past behind them and confide in one another already. The least she could do for her after Rachel had given her sound advice about Quinn was actually help the poor girl out.
“Rach,” She started, calmly as possible, ignoring how weird it felt to actually refer to her as something that wasn’t her last name (or the several nicknames she had thought up for her over the years). The startled look she had mid rant disappeared and she looked more amused once again, clamping her hands on the smaller girl’s shoulders. “Listen to me, all right? First off, and I mean this in the up most heterosexual way so don’t think I’m hitting on you, but you are about a dozen different kinds of hot. I know that, Puck knows that, so you should know it too. Embrace it. Own it. That’s the first step. Second? You technically don’t even need anything from this store. I’m two hundred percent sure that you could be wearing a burlap sack for fuck’s sake and Puckerman would still want to tear it off of you in five seconds. With his teeth.” Removing her hands, she then looped her arm with Rachel’s and began walking in the direction of the dressing rooms, grabbing whatever she saw that she liked for either one of them along the way. “Third, you should be telling him this, not me. If you want him to not think you’re still the less than experienced virgin you were in high school and actually tell you what he wants, then tell him that. I meant it when guys like when you’re straight forward with what you want in sex. At least that’s always been my experience. The only thing I can really remember him wanting me to wear a stupid gold bikini from Star Wars, and you know what, I’m not even sure anymore if that was him or Sam. You just have to be straight forward with him.” When they reached the dressing rooms, she nudged Rachel forward. “Now go try those on and if you don’t like any of them, fuck it, we’ll just go grab coffee or something and think of a new game plan.”
Rachel stared blankly at the curtain Santana yanked back over the dressing room, stunned into silence, arms laden with lace and lingerie. She mutely hung a few onto the hanger and slipped off her shirt and bra, preparing to try one on and glancing down to see the familiar heels behind the curtain to make sure her friend was still there. "So -- So you think he would actually tell me?" she asked hesitantly, pulling out a nearly transparent bra and making a face of embarrassment at it. "I mean, I've hinted a few times before, but he acts like he loves me so much it wouldn't matter what I did in bed. Which, of course, I trust him, and I believe him, but I want both sides to be good even if they were separate from the other, you know? I want to be perfect for him, and if all he's going to do is reassure me that I'm beautiful I'm not going to become any better."
She glanced in the mirror, mortified by the first ensemble and quickly yanking it off, replacing it with a turquoise set Santana had grabbed as she had pushed her towards the dressing rooms, when she realized something her new friend had said. "Wait," she said quietly, poking her head out from behind the curtain to glimpse Santana when she had her garments sufficiently fastened. "Did you say that you were asked to -- to" -- her voice dropped and became more tentative with embarrassment -- "to wear something? That gold bikini? I mean -- Did you? How did that --? I just -- I was just wondering..." She let her voice drift off as her cheeks burned, pulling back behind the curtains before she was forced to look at her friend's inevitable laughter at realizing what exactly she was asking (and hoping to avoid the conversation of her accidental experience with it).
@puck; home sweet home.
“Cake is always okay babe,” he informed her, smirking then kissing the top of her head. “Thank Cindy when you see her again,” he teased. He wouldn’t purposefully make her feel guilty about spending so much time away, but he really couldn’t hide the excitement on his face when she said he was all his tonight. He let out a sigh when she asked about work, shrugging his shoulders and holding her tight. “Work was work, you know how it goes. Thankfully I don’t have any open mic nights to go to, tonight,” he smirked. “I would’ve missed out on having time with you and that shit wouldn’t fly.”
He kissed her a couple times before backing away. “I need to get out of these clothes, then I’ll come start dinner for us and we can pretend no one else in the world exists tonight,” he winked, spanking her ass lightly before jetting towards their shared bedroom. It’d been months since she moved in, and he couldn’t be happier, really. Everything was really good between them, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Once he peeled off his suit and slipped into more comfortable attire, he joined her in the kitchen again. “What should I make?” he asked, wondering if she had any specific cravings tonight.
"Whatever you're in the mood for tonight, baby," Rachel grinned as he walked back in the kitchen, tipping her head back for a quick kiss as she continued stirring her cake mix, only stopping to briefly rub Diamond on the head as he padded in after. "As long as it doesn't take too long," she added thoughtfully. "I miss curling up with you, and if we really have tonight for ourselves I want to spend as much time in bed with you as possible. Er" -- she caught herself and flushed bright red -- "you know what I mean." Finally satisfied with the texture of her batter, she slipped it into the oven, resting behind him to press her chin into his back and wrap her arms around him from behind, one hand sliding up his shirt to rest comfortably against the warmth of his abs. "I love you, Noah," she said quietly, grinning into the folds of his shirt.
docpopandlock replied to your post: I see the bromance is back.
Oh yes. ;) No worries, B. We couldn’t keep him away from you if we tried.
Oh, Michael, you're such a good friend to me. Don't worry. When Tina and I have a girls' night, I'll make sure she gets back to you in time. :P
numbawahbadass replied to your post: I see the bromance is back.
i’m all yours, baby. don’t worry.
Good! You better be. ;)
keepcalmandspeaknavi replied to your post: I see the bromance is back.
I promise nothing.
Sam! I should warn you. I will fight for him. :P
I see the bromance is back.
@puck; home sweet home.
Puck had had a ridiculously long day at work and he definitely didn’t expect anything when he got home. He’d gotten used to walking into an empty apartment again only this time, he didn’t mind it so much. Of course he missed his girl, without a doubt, but knowing she was out there doing what made her happy kept him from being too upset about it. His job kept him out of the house quite a bit, even late nights to scope out new artists in their element; open mic nights. Thankfully, tonight wasn’t one of those nights. He slipped his key in the door and anticipated Diamond’s attack but was shock when the dog didn’t come greet him.
It was only then he noticed Rachel’s bag hanging from the chair, he grinned widely to himself as he loosened his tie and walked over to the kitchen. “Hey you,” he greeted right back, walking over to her and enveloping her in one of those hugs from behind that let her know she’d been missed. It went without saying that he did but he still buried his face in her neck and groaned. “I missed you,” he mumbled against her skin, pulling away slightly only to tuck his fingers under her chin and kiss her softly. “Does this mean I get you all to myself tonight?” he grinned. He had no idea when was the last time they got to spend any real quality time together, so needless to say he was excited.
Rachel giggled softly as hard, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and her boyfriend's lips slid along her neck; the hand mixing her cake batter stilled as she reveled in his closeness. She couldn't remember the last time they had a night like this, and the warmth in her stomach was already stirring in excitement. She kissed him back sweetly, chasing his lips as he pulled away, licking her own to bask in his taste. All of the stress of her performance, of her work, of trying to maintain her hours in the diner and at the show melted away with nothing more than the rough tenderness of his voice.
Finally abandoning her cake batter for a moment, Rachel spun around in his arms, linking her fingers behind his head and reaching up to kiss him more thoroughly, quietly moaning as he nipped at her lower lip. She pulled away slowly, smiling shyly at him "I missed you," she whispered, tucking her head against his chest. "And I am all yours tonight. Not that I'm not every night, of course, but Cindy was sick today so Paul let us out of rehearsal early. I was actually just about to put a chocolate cake in the oven for you. I hope that's okay. How was work?"
@puck; home sweet home.
As much as Rachel loved having a regular job, as much as she loved the chance to sing and act and perform everyday, and as much as she loved her new show -- for the first time, she missed spending so much time at home.
Or, really, she just missed spending so much time with Noah.
Everything had really picked up for them since they first moved in together, from his new promotion at work to her picking up more shifts at the diner to her new show. She thought that, when you moved in with someone and when you took your relationship to this "new level," you became closer and saw each other more. But now it felt like she never had enough time to spend with him.
At the beginning, though, it was the little things she loved doing -- taking the time to bake him cookies in the middle of the afternoon just because she wanted to, picking up his favorite food for dinner to be waiting for him when he got home from work, surprising him with back massages as they curled up to television. And that's what she missed the most -- just being with him, just taking care of him.
She entered their apartment with a small, determined smile on her face, a light bounce in her step, and hung her purse carefully over the arm of the chair which has since become its spot; and, after skimming the shelves in the kitchen, she decided she was going to go back to those things, to take advantage of the time she had before Noah came home after a long day at work, and she was going to bake him a cake.
She had just finished adding vanilla extract to the mixture, humming What Kind of Girl Is She? lightly to herself, when she heard the door open and felt her pulse speed up slightly. "Hi, baby!" she responded cheerfully, glancing up from her mixing and trying to wipe away the flour she was convinced was still covering her cheek.
It needs to be spring soon so I can take strolls in the park with my boys again.
I miss you three hanging out so much! And I miss you stopping by the apartment. I hope things calm down enough for you to do that again soon. :) How are you, Michael?
B! It’s been a while, darlin’. I’m good! Things have been a bit hectic. Started school a week ago. It’s quite different than what I’ve been doing for the past few years, but I’m a fast learner. The more important question is, how are YOU? I miss you my Lil. ;)
Oh, how's school going for you since you switched? And what exactly are you doing now? I'm not sure if I told you, but I am so proud of you for following your dream! Between this and Tina, you're so happy all the time, and I'm so happy for you! :) And I'm doing well! The play is going fantastically, and I think it will be very good; and I'm slowly redecorating the apartment to see when Noah will notice. ;) I miss you too! We need to see each other sometime. How is your schedule?
@finn; shopping bags.
If there was anything her new friendship with Santana had taught her, Rachel knew that, if she was in doubt of herself, she needed to go shopping. And, if there was anything her recent, unfortunate run-in with Jesse St. James -- her new duet partner -- had done, it was making her doubt herself. So, in Santana's word, it was time for some retail therapy.
Of course, Rachel was fairly sure that her version of retail therapy wasn't anywhere near as expensive or all-consuming as Santana's, having emerged from half a dozen stores with two new sweaters and a $100 pair of boots -- living on meager wages and tips for more than a year had majorly dampened her spendthrift streak. Still, her hands loaded down with new clothes that she hoped would show Jesse just how much he should regret pretending their night together hadn't happened, she did feel a little better. Perhaps Santana was right after all.
She shifted her shopping bags into one hand at the counter of one of her favorite neighborhood coffee shops, scratching at the inside of her purse with the other hand in an attempt to find her wallet. Just as her latte appeared magically on the counter, steam rising and wafting over to her deliciously, her bags fell entirely from her hand, the shoebox crashing to the floor and her sweaters tumbling out. She hurriedly packed them all away, crouching on the floor to finally retrieve her wallet when a familiar voice ran through her. "Rachel?"
She swallowed back high school memories and peered through her shopping bags, grinning at the wide smile so far above her before tossing a few bills onto the counter and offering a quick hug. "Finn! Hi. I'm sorry, I can't believe I just dropped everything. How are you? What are you doing in New York? I haven't talked to you in so long."
It needs to be spring soon so I can take strolls in the park with my boys again.
I miss you three hanging out so much! And I miss you stopping by the apartment. I hope things calm down enough for you to do that again soon. :) How are you, Michael?
@santana, lingerie shopping.
If it wouldn’t have ruined their budding friendship, Santana would have allowed the laugh that was bubbling up from her throat to come out in full force. Instead, she was holding back, her eyes a little wide like they usually were when she was thrown off guard, lips pressed together to hide the smirk threatening to appear. When she was sixteen, it was easy to say that Puck was the best she’d ever have as far as boys went — and in comparison to the likes of Finn Hudson and Sam Evans, he was. The competition as far as the boys she slept with back then had Puck winning by a mile, something she’d rather die than admit to him since it’d boost his ego, but they were still teenagers who barely knew what the hell they were doing. It had taken a lot of practice for Santana to even consider herself great at sex, although she’d never admit that to anyone.
“Um, yeah, little bit,” She mused, a chuckle escaping (she tried, okay?) while she moved through the racks. “But only because Puck wasn’t even a stud until the fifth or sixth time we hooked up, and he kind of blew when it came to foreplay back then. We would be sexting and all I’d ever get out of him was “you’re hot and stuff and stuff.” She glanced up at her, and she felt a twinge of guilt for joking around and giving Rachel a hard time when she was giving her sound advice and a pep talk when it came to Quinn. Santana was trying hard to not react to most of what Rachel was saying about Quinn — it was really weird to admit to herself that she liked her a lot, let alone hear it from someone else (like her archenemy) so she just mustered up a small smile. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
She then cleared her throat, quick to change the subject back to Rachel’s problem. “Look, in my experiences with him, he likes it when a girl can take charge. Do that and you’re golden. I’m not saying that you should be giving him surprise blowies in the middle of the day or anything — Puckerman would like that too much — ‘cause knowing you I doubt you’d even do that cause you’d claim it’d mess up your vocal cords or something…” Santana was teasing, once again, but it was still hard for her to keep her sarcastic nature to a minimum. “Seriously, I’m probably not any help because back then we’d just fuck around. We were high school kids in Ohio, it’s not like he and I went to a sex shop and bought a whip or something.”
Rachel ducked her head away from Santana, nearly turning her back to her new friend, her embarrassment simmering around her. To be entirely honest, she wasn't entirely sure what she expected as advice -- of course they hadn't had that sort of a relationship, of course she wouldn't know his fetishes, of course there wouldn't be anything mindblowing -- but still she had somehow expected something more useful after going through the anxiety of bringing it up. And, anyway, Santana's suggestions of taking control of him and -- er -- oral sex -- were hitting a bit too close to the truth of their sex life for Rachel to do much else but hide behind the nearest display.
"O-oh," she stammered, trying to force the hesitance and awkwardness from her voice, trying to recall the blood from her cheeks to her brain somehow. "I don't know -- I just thought -- I mean, I don't have a lot of experience," she finally blurted out, her small attempts at justification somehow dissolving into a confession. "I mean, there was Finn, and Sam, and Jesse, and a few other guys, but they were all so -- so conventional, you know? Of course you know, at least for Finn and Sam, I would suppose. And Noah doesn't seem to be. Or, at least, his reputation has never seemed to be. It's not like he would ever talk about it with me, because he loves me too much or something, which is truly idiotic because sex is very important in a relationship and if he wants me to live out a fantasy I'd be more than happy to, provided it's at least somewhat in my comfort zone because I know there are certainly sexual fantasies which I would definitely be uncomfortable trying to reenact even for my future husband, but I don't think that's the issue here." The flush rising over her face as she rambled sank back as she whirled back on Santana, her anxiety now giving way to the focused train of thought streamrolling through her mind. "Surely he must have mentioned something. I want to make him happy -- I need to make him happy -- and I still even get nervous initiating it. I just -- San, help me," she pleaded quietly, sadly dropping her gaze to the pieces of lingerie still clutched in her hand, now seeming so hopeless and frumpy in comparison to her wild expectations, not even noticing how she had somehow begun using her new friend's nickname.
@jesse; read through.
Rachel's heel methodically tapped out a rhythm against the cool, grey tile of the coffee shop.
Her hand clenched a bit tighter around her latte before she forced herself into a deep breath -- in and out, come on, Rachel, you can do it -- and trained her eyes back towards the theater across the block.
It was the first day of her job, her rehearsals for the [title of show] production she had been cast in, and her nerves were nearly shooting from her skin. She didn't know what to expect, having not been in a purely professional production before, and she wasn't sure who her castmates would be. Her only reassurance was from her recent phone call with the director, whose bright and eccentric personality seemed like just the right fit for the play and whom Rachel was very excited to work with.
She had camped out in the coffee shop across the street from the theater for half an hour, determined not to be late, watching those who would soon be her coworkers walk in. She recognized one girl, a few years older than she was, from the auditions and assumed she was cast as Susan, and another man around her age who she pegged as Jeff, glowing with charisma and charm. She swallowed the last bit of her latte, finally appeased into feeling comfortable in her new job by seeing those with whom she was working, and gathered the courage to cross the street.
She was immediately swarmed with the director, who had apparently taken a strong liking to her -- which was so unexpected to her that she could do little more than blush furiously -- and who immediately introduced her to the remaining cast. She was finally beginning to relax, to let the tension seep from her spine like melting ice, as she talked with Cindy and Steven before they finally sat down to begin working when she heard a familiar voice behind her respond to the director's greeting.
Rachel whirled around, eyes wide as she caught sight of the man at the door. "Jesse?"
It's officially my birthday!
