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BLVCKHCLES ─── a closed dependent roleplay blog for 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐏, written by mel.

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ DARIA SAAD. thirty. lifeguard at astroland + bartender at club enigma. mika abdalla. ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ CONSTANZA "CONNIE" MUÑOZ. thirty-nine. owner and mechanic at orion's garage. christian serratos. ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ REMINGTON AMBROSE. thirty-six. enforcer for the vipers mc. maintenance staff at the starship lodge. jake weary. ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

#pinned post !

letsbelonelytogetherr

— Acrewss

#connie.#connie | isms.

@probablealiens

LOCATION: wolfe's den, late night FOR: jay osorio

BETWEEN THE TWO JOBS that daria worked to pay her bills to keep the lights on ( it was far from luxury, but it was home ) -- rarely ever did she find herself having a night off, especially on the weekend. most of the time, club enigma was off the chain on a friday night -- but daria wouldn't be caught dead drinking from the very supply she served unless her friends were absolutely insistent on going there. plus, oogling the handsome bartender while nursing a guinness sounded like a plenty enjoyable evening. she'd been dancing with a friend near the nearby jukebox, catching her breath at the bar with a delighted, yet winded expression.

" what, y'look like you've seen'a ghost, osorio. " daria teases, the giggle that follows slightly amplified by the two other beers she had previously consumed. after a moment she pauses, hand coming to rest on her cheek as she examines his face. " what -- i promise i'm gonna be good. you're lookin' at me like y'want me to swear on a body part or somethin'. " one more pause. " c'moooooon, i didn't take y'for a buzzkill. "

#daria.#daria | conversations.#conversations | jay + daria.

@probablealiens

LOCATION: orion's garage, connie's office FOR: lindsay o'halloran

AS MUCH AS CONNIE loved what she did every day -- having made a life out of the very work that helped her get her feet underneath her, there was nothing more annoying when she was sequestered to her office to fill out piles upon piles of paperwork. and yet, perhaps it was a gene in the muñoz line that made her incapable of leaving any stone unturned; the kind of perfectionism that made her incapable of rushing absolutely anything she did. usually she's thinking about dinner, or if she should bring takeout home for her and nora. it's just her luck as she's finally allowed herself to find a state of focus that she hadn't previously anticipated, that she can't help but notice someone out of the corner of her eye.

" you've always had incredibly light feet, lindsay. " connie hums, placing the sheet she'd been working on, filling out the final line before placing it aside and looking upward. even if at first connie appears rather hardened from afar, those who are able to get close enough know that she's anything but. oil-stained hands clasp together as they rest on her desk, offering a quiet, content smile. " to what do i owe the pleasure? "

#connie.#connie | conversations.#conversations | lindsay + connie.#// my favorite siblings in law !

scullys

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU —1999, dir. Gil Junger

#daria.#daria | isms.

cosmicwanderism

Nova wasn't sure what response she had expected in reply to her puke heavy ramble, but she did visibly deflate just slightly when the reaction at least wasn't entirely negative. "So sorry," They still choked out, regardless of their yapping being received relatively well. They managed to tear their gaze away from the maybe-vomit and forced a couple of seconds of eye contact, just to try to not seem completely incapable of being a human being. As funny as it would perhaps be to be rumored to be one of the aliens people were so interested in, it would no doubt make their quiet life a lot harder to live.

"Honestly, I could maybe go for something." She admitted, stomach growling as if on cue. Thank goodness their surroundings were so noisy. "I'm pretty sure I skipped breakfast. And lunch." Nova furrowed their brows, trying to recall if they'd had anything other than a quick coffee to hype themself up and have an excuse to be jittery in public. "My cats like to throw up at the worst times, so it takes more than this to ruin my appetite." She accidentally snort-laughed and immediately felt her cheeks burn. "I really like your shirt. It's cute."

Cute.

"Uh, I think they have a food area here? It's my first time coming here. Sure picked an interesting day for it. Sorry, hi, I'm Nova."

blvckhcles

PERHAPS IT'S JUST THE case of resting bitch face that some say daria was born with ( even her father had eluded to the notion at one point -- without saying the words entirely ), but any time she speaks in a positive light, she's noticed that it comes as a surprise. " why're you apologizin'? y'did nothin' wrong, after all. " she says with a genuine yet thin-lipped smile. perhaps it's also because daria has never been a particularly nervous individual, sometimes scarily confident in both her speech and her choices. and yet, she's well aware that not everyone shares her free-spirited nature, leading to a patience that some may not expect.

as the other expresses their hunger, daria nods -- adjusting her bag once again as if she doesn't know what to do with her hand. it's not because it's heavy at all, no. it just contains her uniform suit and towel and a couple of hair products to keep the chlorine of the astroland pool from frying her hair off. it had never been cheap to look this good. " yeah, absolutely. c'mon... there's this guy who works at concessions -- if i bat my eyelashes enough times, he'll throw in a free ice cream. " yeah, daria was a flirt, but it had its benefits. who would ever say no to a free ice cream?

" you got'a cat? me too! " daria responds with a softer smile. that was usually the case when she talked about janis, who may as well be her first born child. of course her eyes soon fall on her own shirt -- a mazzy star tour t-shirt that she'd cut the neckline off of some time ago. " that's kinda of ya, thanks. i just got off, so i just kinda threw this on. "

perhaps it's the fact that daria feels like she's been here forever now, the years having passed by at the speed of light. " oh my gosh, you're an astroland virgin? feels like seein' a unicorn these days. 'm daria, it's nice to meet y'nova. pretty name. "

#daria.#daria | conversations.#conversations | nova + daria.

@inanuration

LOCATION: the wolfe's den. FOR: maisie o'halloran.

CALL HIM AN ISOLATO -- but remi has always felt he was at his best in his own company, even when it was something done in a social setting. such as, in this case, smashing back a couple of beers. he was feeling them in his system now as he leans against the outside wall, lit cigarette dangling carelessly between his teeth as he stares out into the night... that is, until they notice a figure standing rather still not too far away from him. he's always on his guard... but in his way of life, he has to be. removing the instrument from between his lips, he taps the ash from it before returning it to his mouth. who was this person, and what did they want? this... short person could very well just want to bum one themselves, or they very well could be his atonement for something he had done. he wouldn't be shocked either way.

slowly, he stands up a bit straighter -- running his fingers through his hair before he takes another drag. " y'want one or somethin'? " he asks, pulling the pack from his pocket and holding it up for them to see. he was just trying to have an easy fuckin' night.

#remi.#remi | conversations.#conversations | maisie + remi.

cosmicwanderism

Rollercoasters? Check. Screaming kids? Check. Noisy fireworks? Check. Hordes of people? Check. The perfect recipe for a good old nervous breakdown, in Nova's cookbook of life. Had they dragged themself to Astroland regardless? Absolutely. It wasn't so much that she had decided to listen to all those people who had insisted that socializing would get easier eventually if she'd just keep putting herself out there — in all honesty it was just the lesser evil, compared to sitting at home with a bunch of stressed out cats, who only hated noise slightly more than their owner did.

Now normally they would keep their headphones firmly on their head and a walkman in their pocket, but the cacophony of sounds inside an amusement park were too loud for their poor cassettes to stand a chance. So the only available option at this moment in time was to be too present in their surroundings, which ironically prompted Nova to extend out a shaky arm in the direction of an oncoming person. "There's puke." She simply blurted out, blinking a few times to let their brain catch up with their actions. "Sorry, I think it's puke." The nurse moved her arm to instead awkwardly gesture at the unknown substance on the ground.

Help, what if it was just melted ice cream?

"Do you think it's puke?" Good job, Nova. Stellar first impression. Gold medal. "Not- Not that I think you're an expert on puke. You don't look like an expert. Unless you are. I'm mainly an expert in cat puke." Shit. "I mean, even if it's someone's cotton candy from three hours ago, it would still suck to step in it, I think." Move on from the puke. "So how about this weather, huh? Sometimes I do miss rainy Seattle. I mean, I don't hate the sun, but I get sunburns so easily-" Yep, definitely time to shut the fuck up.

blvckhcles

DARIA HADN'T ANTICIPATED BEING on shift on this particular day -- in fact, her days off were ordinarily incredibly sacred. her worn-in couch had barely seen her as of late between her shifts by the pool and club enigma ( but they'd seen plenty of her cast-aside cardigans and jackets that were covered in glitter ). and yet, there were times when daria cursed herself for being an occasionally nice person. shift coverage was supposed to be a mutually beneficial relationship. she had at long last been released, chlorine-coated hair tied in a knot at the top of her head with her denim tote bag slung carelessly over her shoulder. she just wanted to go home, but she had some people to say goodnight to before she did just that.

that's puke. the words come out so suddenly that it takes a second for daria to process that she is the one being spoken to. perfectly plucked eyebrows quickly narrow before they return to their normal -- followed by another gaze of clear disgust. " bleh -- think someone's mama let them eat too much ice cream. that's like... a biohazard. " after a moment, she rips her gaze away before gesturing to a nearby janitor. " he'll take care it, no prob... you good? "

the longer the other talks, the more daria's confused where things are going -- but she makes the effort to listen. perhaps because she wants to try to understand. if you find yourself staying here too long -- as desolate as astroland may feel sometimes, it can be quite overwhelming. " so, were y'gonna keep starin' at the puke.... or did y'have other plans for your time here? " the question rings out in the stale night air, the lifeguard follows it up with a smile. " c'mon. i was gonna say lets get y'somethin' to eat -- but i'm sure that wasn't appetizing t'see. "