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@cori-thana
what is your least favorite thing about auradon?
all of the rules and politics. if you’re not a royal, you either marry into them or you’re stuck watching them be better off than everyone else for the rest of your life. if you have magic, you’re stuck pretending you don’t for the rest of your life. if you break a rule, you’re stuck on the isle for the rest of your life. seems pretty extreme to me.
would you ever want to rule the underworld?
it’s not likely that “ruler of underworld” is a position that’s ever going to open up, but even if it was, probably not. music is what i want to do with the rest of my life.
how did you start DJing?
music was too hard to completely ban from the isle, so i’ve always liked listening to music and figuring out which songs moved people physically or emotionally. when i came to auradon city, i was drawn into the music scene and was introduced to so many different kinds of technology and ways to listen and make music that it was one of the first things that made me want to stay. and i seemed to have such a natural talent that i just stuck with it, decided i didn’t need to know anything but how to use music to draw a crowd and make them stay.
what did you think of your brothers wedding?
beautiful. inspiring. tear-wrenching. whatever.
how does it feel knowing you don't have your brother anymore?
he’s not dead, he’s just got married. for the record, it sucks. i know he’s happy or whatever and he’ll be better off than he’d have ever been by himself, but i feel like we’ve grown up and grown apart and we’ll never get back to how we were as kids on the isle.
nate-thana·:
They weren’t the same, Nate knew that. Even if he liked to lie to himself at times, pretend that they were still the same twin duo they had been back on the Isle, they weren’t. He couldn’t even say they were better now because even that seemed to be a lie, but they were at least together. That was something. That was everything. Letting out a bit of a nervous chuckle, Nate nodded. The quick swigs of booze had been helpful to calm his nerves as it felt like every second he was on the verge of a panic attack - crowds, they just really would never be his thing. Maybe he should have thought about that before asking one of Auradon’s super involved royals to be his wife.
“Yeah…crowds. It got a little overwhelming, but I’m good. I’m…happy.” It felt odd to say, almost as if it was hollow in a way, though Nate knew the statement was true. He was happy, more so than he had been in a long time. Yet still there was a bittersweet feeling there. “Still nervous too, I guess. Marriage is a lot. Marrying Olivia is a lot and I’m not really sure what happens from here. Where I go, what are the plans for the future. Everything feels mapped out but I was never the one drawing the map, you know?” Reaching up, he pinched the bridge of his nose before quickly shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry. This is dumb. No one wants to hear about this stuff. How about you? Are you enjoying yourself? At least some?”
cori peered at her brother thoughtfully as he confessed that he’d been overwhelmed by all of those eyes and the unknown. truthfully, she wasn’t sure why marriage and the wedding was worth it if it left so many nerves and questions in its wake, but perhaps it was time for cori to stop shrugging her shoulders at her brother and accept that his choices were different from hers. and if she wanted to be a real sister and a good twin, she could be a little more solution-oriented. “i do want to hear about this,” she reassured him. if cori wouldn’t listen to his fears, who would? “honestly, i’ve been wondering about that myself.” she’d always assumed he’d skip off into the sunset into charmington and only come back into auradon city for balls and parades and the like, but now that olivia was a student at auradon university again, maybe it wasn’t that cut and dry. “but isn’t having someone to figure it out with kind of the point of marriage? i mean, it’s not exactly like she’s gotten to choose what she did and where she went most of her life either--” cori definitely wouldn’t categorize olivia and herself as close, but she could tell that olivia wasn’t exactly comfortable in this intense spotlight either. “--so just talk about it. draw the map together.” despite her resolution to stop doing so, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “it’s definitely not a rager, but the food’s good and the alcohol’s better. and at least hook is here, thanks for that.”
if you HAD to make a new years resolution for yourself, what would it be?
to actually socialize outside of parties and work gigs. it probably wouldn’t hurt to have a real conversation where both parties can properly hear each other for once.
nate-thana·:
Nate and Cori Thana, twins, partners in crime, each others lifelines. He knew there was no way he could make it throughout the day without her. Finding his twin wasn’t exactly hard, it never had been, not really. Call it what you would, magic, twin telepathy, whatever. All he knew was there was always a feeling that guided him towards his sister and he wondered if she had ever felt the same experience. Whatever. The reception was in full swing now, people seeming to enjoy themselves dancing and laughing in their conversations as Nate made his way over to her. “Cori, I’m glad you were here, for all of it.” This wasn’t easy for her, he knew that. He knew that and yet still he had asked her to be part of his wedding party because truth was, he was selfish. He was selfish enough that he needed his sister there by his side for this. “It means a lot to me you know.” @cori-thana·
just as nate found her nestled into a corner near the champagne tower, cori had just thought of yet another reason why she currently hated her brother and hated being here; the wedding being on new year’s day meant that instead of being out on the biggest party night of the year, instead she’d been here, attending rehearsals and fittings and bachelorette parties. and that was just the cherry on top of this was so not him, she barely knew anyone worth knowing at this wedding, and it felt like her brother was leaving her forever. cori didn’t hate him, not really. but it was either stay angry and aloof, or get sucked into the emotion and pretend to understand something she was sure she never would. as nate confessed that her presence meant a lot to him, she couldn’t help but to smile and feel a little choked up, although it was more from a feeling of loss than sentimentality. he was so formal with her sometimes lately, almost like they hadn’t spent years side by side on the isle, doling out threats as children. “i wouldn’t have been anywhere else,” she admitted, even though she’d just been wishing she was moments ago. “so, um, how do you feel? you were looking a little grey there, before.” she’d kept offering him sips from her flask, secretly hoping his nerves would amount to total reluctance and she’d have to help him run away from the alter. but somehow, this seemed to be what he actually wanted, even if the newlyweds weren’t as obviously true love and soulmates to cori as they seemed to be to everyone else.
andiemegalos·:
Andie was sure she had no tears left to cry after her little breakdown with Finn, but obviously that wasn’t the case - and she was doing her best to keep them at bay, instead of full streaming, they just hung in the corner of the eyes, waiting for prompting. Which came in the form of, the girl Andie had watched from a far but never mustered the courage to bridge the gap with. After all, who was she? With all she had grown up with, to force some sort of bond with it wasn’t requested.
Wiping her face with the sleeve of her white shirt, not really thinking about the mascara she had on. Shit. This is why she didn’t bother with the stuff most of the time. “I’ll be fine.” Andie said, and she believed it, she would be - just right now? This freaking sucked. Big time. “Balls like this aren’t as magical as the history books make them out to be.” the brunette continued, rolling her eyes at her own silliness. She wasn’t one to get caught up in the romance of it all but she really thought Amelia was her person. how could she be so wrong? “I don’t really get sick.” Andie shrugged, realizing how privileged she was to even say that, only after the words left her mouth. “but I can’t get drunk either so I guess you win some you lose some.” Scanning over her cousin, she let curiosity take over. “Do you? Get sick I mean?” She had a strange sense from afar that the drunk thing was kind of a given.
cori gave andie a raised eyebrow when she insisted she’d be fine even as she wiped her tears. she knew crying girls and andie wasn’t an inconsolable mess, but only something big could make someone as seemingly level-headed as andie. so she’d let her change the subject for her sake. “i’ve never read any history books that discussed balls, but i don’t think i would’ve expected this one to be even if i had,” cori admitted. she didn’t know much about her cousin, but she’d unwillingly made a few observations, a result of keeping tabs on the only family she had outside of her brother and her father. she didn’t seem like the type to get lost in titles or glamour. she felt they had that in common. “i guess not,” cori replied, pausing for a moment to see if she could ever recall coming down with an illness, even on the filthy isle with its citizens’ poor hygiene and the substandard food. then again, maybe all of that had built up her immune system before her demigod abilities even kicked in. “i get drunk, though,” she said, feeling better at knowing something about herself for sure. “so, if you’re not sick, and you’re not drunk, what’s with all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the tear tracks on andie’s face. “you don’t have to tell me, obviously. but i don’t judge, and i’m never very biased, if you want any advice.”
kaelachristensen·:
“if i had known i would have been watching a soap opera i probably would’ve saved myself the trouble and gone to the duckling tonight, instead.” kaela takes a long sip of her drink, her eyes glancing over to the congregation around triss and mitch. she didn’t GET IT for a multitude of reasons. maybe it could be chalked up to her upbringing, but it all seems like all of the drama they’re putting themselves and their counterparts through is… more than it’s worth. it’s like a train wreck that no one could really tear their eyes away from. “tell me your night is at least going better than mine. or that you’ve found something stronger than champagne to make this shindig more lively.” @cori-thana·
“knowing the duckling crowd, it’s as much of a soap opera there as it is here, but a less sophisticated one,” cori interjected, though it didn’t stop her from adding, “i’m planning on leaving this gig for the snuggly duckling later anyways, catch the evening crowd.” she’d pretty much come to the ball strictly to network, pass a couple of finely-crafted business cards around, drop her name as a potential disc jockey for events, possibly even promote a few of her music friends for the gigs they wants live music for. she couldn’t care less about whatever the young king was up to or who he was wedding or bedding, but that didn’t mean she didn’t savor the obvious cracks in the auradon monarchy. it was almost like it was a structure built on little more than self-proclamations and magic that was now shamed. “i have a flask full of patrón in my clutch,” cori volunteered, turning towards kaela so she could pull it from her clutch discreetly should she want some. “i came strictly for business, so i won’t really know if it was a success until tomorrow. why did you come?” kaela was her neighbor and occasional party partner, so she couldn’t really claim to know her very well, but she didn’t think kaela was the ball type.
andiemegalos·:
Tonight at been a total bust. Not wanting the be a downer on anyone else’s night, Andie had snuck out to wait for her Uber, who would be a while thanks to the high demand on account of such a huge event. Slipping the loose tie from around her neck and stuffing it in her pocket, Andie took a seat on one of the front steps near the corner. Out of anyone’s way, but close enough that she could spot if the car she was looking for pulled up.
It was cold - and Andie immediately regretted not bringing a thick suit jacket upon arrival. She was slightly more resilient to cold, but night by much - she still felt a bitter sting at the tip of her nose and fingers. Enough that it warranted some judgmental looks from older folks who were probably internally scolding her for being outside in nothing more than a cotton pressed shirt. Maybe they thought she was an emotional drunk - which would have normally been amusing since she couldn’t actually get drunk, but right now was just irritating. She ignored them in favor of resting her head in her hands, looking up only occasionally so that she wouldn’t miss her ride. How could she be so stupid? @cori-thana·
balls, stuffy and formal as they were, were still parties. and seeing as even the most curious of auradon citizens tended to avoid the demigod daughter of the god of the underworld, it left her pretty free to roll on whatever high she had chosen for the night, network where she could, and then leave early enough to shed her fancy dress for a crop top and jeans and catch the tail end of the bar crowd. which was pretty much exactly what she was doing, pulling up the uber app on her phone and groaning at the surge. it was gonna be like twenty minutes before the uber even reached the grounds and then she’d probably have to hitch-hike to it. in heels. in her periphery, cori noticed someone sitting down peek around their hands as if they were waiting for the uber, too. she thought maybe, she heard a very quiet sniffle, too.
she realized it was her cousin--or something like a cousin, cori had never taken the time to learn those types of familial things--and though her first instinct was to just ignore it and mind her business, she found after a few moments that she couldn’t. cori had never quite been able to ignore a crying girl at a party. even if it was just her kind-of upset quasi-cousin at a ball. she was sure andie could hear her heels coming before she spoke, but she still started speaking in a quiet tone. “hey.... uh, are you okay?” she shifted her weight from one foot to another, and gestured to her outfit. “you look cold, and...” she hesitated, not sure if this kind of prying would be welcomed and added, “you sound like you might have a cold, too. or is it something else?”
nate-thana:
He cleared his throat a bit in embarrassment. Since when did he get all flustered around his sister of all people. There was a time when words didn’t even seem to have to be spoken and they knew what was going on. Yet, here they were. “Yeah well…I figured it had to be said twice. It has been a while and we should really solve that.” It had been more than a while, longer than Nate really wanted to admit. He hadn’t been trying to neglect his sister, just things seemed to get in the way. He had classes before, she still had classes, he had work, she had her gigs, and now there was the wedding. There just was only so much time in the day and things didn’t line up as well as they used to in order to spend time together. Excuses, he knew, but that was the best he had.
At the mention of the wedding, Nate glanced around, seeing the dress shop as well and letting out a soft breath. He hadn’t expected her to bring it up so soon, or at all really. It wasn’t exactly a secret that his sister was not the biggest fan of the wedding, or better yet what the wedding meant for them as a dream team twin duo. Nate nodded slightly before shoving his hands into his pockets, wanting to get them out of the cold night air. “You will, yes. We have a color theme, navy and red for…well us I guess? Liv’s family color is red as one of them and I know we don’t have family colors or anything, but when I thought about it, I liked blue.” His shoulders rose in a shrug and he hoped that Cori didn’t entirely catch onto the slight embarrassment the admission caused. It hadn’t been an easy conversation as Liv spoke about her family colors with him realizing that they hardly had family anything, much less signature colors. The decision to go with navy had just been something he liked and they were working with it. “You’re part of my…wedding party I guess it’s called, so navy. That is…if it’s still something you’re up for?”
before nate even had a chance to fully answer her, cori gestured deftly to her car and unlocked the doors, not one to bear the elements just for the benefit of an uninterrupted conversation. there conversation easily continued nevertheless even as they slid into cori’s car and she swiftly cranked the engine, adjusting the heat so it was up as high as it would go, though it would inevitably be a few minutes before they felt any warm air. the dark-haired girl shot her brother a dubious look as she maneuvered onto the roads, hearing him stumble over the concept of family colors and wedding details. “considering our father is the god of the underworld, i figured our family color would be black,” she asserted dryly. she didn’t respond to the rest of his comments quite yet, knowing that, like her, like the majority of the vk’s in auradon, the number of people around to stand by his side paled in comparison to any of the royals. hell, most of them didn’t even know both parents, much less had a royal lineage that traced back centuries. so even though she didn’t get it and surely it would be a complicated day, emotionally, which cori always strived to avoid, there was no way she wasn’t going to be close to nate on his wedding day.
“the wedding’s like a few weeks away, i’m not gonna back out now,” cori reassured him, shaking her head incredulously to herself at the idea. something told her that nate wasn’t fully grasping the amount of planning and detailing went into wedding and the wedding party, which was really saying something. cori had never even been to a wedding, but a couple seconds of scrolling through reality tv channels apparently told her more than nate knew. “navy’s fine,” she began, secretly pleased it was another dark color in her wheelhouse instead of a bright pink or yellow or something, “but i think i need to know more about the dress code than the color.” with a huff as she took a turn, the light from her blinker growing brighter and dimmer on their faces “i guess i’ll text olivia about it. you’re clearly not helping her with much wedding planning, are you?”
emmanuelnautilus·:
“i do.” he counted when she questioned as if he hadn’t already said he had. in that moment it was almost like she perked up. her hand coming out to swat at his arm, a laugh leaving his lips. now, as much as Manu wanted to say it was because of him, he was pretty sure it had everything to do with the show and had nothing to do with the fact that he was seeing where a little flirting got with her. no concrete conclusion as of yet. taking another drink of his beer, he nodded as she continued. deciding that he wasn’t going to take the bait on the vocally interesting part. so many innuendos. so little time. instead he tilted his head when she spoke of her music taste. “it’s pretty good after a long day of work.” was all he had to provide in agreement.
taking a moment to look at the stage, he notated that the first band was taking forever to get their shit off the damn stage. resisting the urge to roll his eyes he quickly looked back at Cori when she talked about something being on the horizon. “hey now,” he started holding up his hand slightly as if it helped him stop the conversation from moving away from what she had just said. “don’t cut me short here.” focusing his entire attention on her he shrugged his shoulders in a please continue motion. “i would absolutely love to know what is coming up next. give me something to look forward to after i have had to explain a carburetor and how it works to an idiot for half of my day when they complain about sounds coming from their carburetor.” alright, that last bit had actually been most of his earlier day. some days he was reminded so easily of how he could keep a person. “it’ll be the highlight of my night.”
“okay,” she said dubiously when he only admitted to enjoying her radio station as after-work entertainment, as if it would somehow be more difficult to simply outright admit that he liked her taste in music and thought it was good. cori wasn’t sure what had quite happened to the isle kids to make them be so reluctant to talk about their feelings freely-- probably the fact that they’d been abandoned on the isle in the first place-- and though it was quite hypocritical of her to think so, she thought it a bit immature. so even as she knew manu wouldn’t exactly be looking forward to her upcoming on-air interview, she wasn’t going to beat around the bush. “it won’t be the highlight of your night,” cori warned, taking a sip of her drink. she truly didn’t know how manu felt about mitchell roux or his politics, but seeing as he said he preferred the isle kids in general to the auradonians, he likely didn’t take kindly to the literal king of the auradonians. “i’m gonna have mitchell roux on-air in a few days. i don’t really care about politics and i nearly conned him into it because i asked him when he was drinking and trying to stay incognito, but no one’s gonna pass up an opportunity to hear a student interview the king.” it was kind of a dirty tactic, especially since she was neck and neck with fitz in the highest views on au.fm, but cori was never one to get too torn up over right and wrong.
nate-thana·:
One month, twelve days. That’s how long it was until there would be a ring on his finger, how long before he got to watch Olivia walk down the aisle and - was she taking his name? He couldn’t really remember talking about it. Olivia Thana, didn’t sound too bad, though he knew how important her last name was in circles around Auradon and, as much as it bothered him, the idea of giving up Thana in favor of White didn’t seem very appealing either. Those were things they needed to talk about, among other solidifying plans for sure. Truth be told, it was sort of getting to him. Planning a wedding was stress on its own, coming to terms with the reality that he was in fact going to get married, that was a whole other pile of stress.
Taking away from his thoughts for a moment, Nate looked up with a smile. Nights when Cori played and he worked were always nice. He got to close down the bar, help Cori pack up her stuff, and then the rest of the evening was just theres to do whatever with. Making his way over to his sister, Nate let out a sigh. “So, I’m almost done closing up here and it’s been a while. What do you say we got back to my apartment and just chill? We can grab some food, booze. It’s…been a while.” @cori-thana·
non-event gigs at the snuggly duckling usually meant that cori’s job was to keep the masses happy and the bar at capacity, which was to say that her job was just to play the top 40 remixes from the last ten years and to actually listen to whatever overplayed song jake the ex-rho sig or mary the post-grad requested. which was also to say that cori was still antsy, because a party like that wasn’t really a party. still, she was leaving with more money and exposure than she’d started with, which was really all a college dj could hope for. it was like 3am but neither she nor nate seemed worse for wear-- further evidence of their demigod nature or just their night owl tendencies?--and she felt like it was too good to be true that her brother wanted to spend time with her and she wouldn’t have been dealing with her unspent energy all alone.
“you said that twice,” she pointed out, bouncing on her heels just a bit to ward off the chill she’d felt loading everything up in the back of her car. “sure, i could go for some booze and food.” now that she had a quiet moment to look her twin over, she realized that she wasn’t the only one teeming with nervous energy. something was wrong, she could tell. but if she voiced her concern now, he’d be less open with her later, so she didn’t mention it. trying to hurry everything along so she could be inside, warm and fed and plied with alcohol, she went ahead and stepped outside so he could finish closing and lock the door behind them, her eye caught on a dress boutique not too far away. once nate finally emerged, cori voiced the thought that had come to mind, “do i need a dress or something? for the wedding.” most likely it was something she should’ve inquired about months ago, but it wasn’t like cori was exactly looking forward to it or anything. besides, it wasn’t something money couldn’t rush.
emmanuelnautilus·:
there was something honest to gods off about Cori. hecouldn’t put his finger on it. it wasn’t like he thought she was crazy. no,that wasn’t the deal. he knew people who had the real villain gene in them andso far, that hadn’t shown itself the few times they had spoken. it wasn’toften, but often enough. maybe it was because she was tough to read. normally Manujust had to make the right kind of eye contact to know what he needed to knowabout a person. she wasn’t that easy. which on one hand was exhilarating onanother hand when was looking to know shit, it was annoying. so, when she askedhim about why he was talking to her he shook his head. honestly, he preferredfellow villain kid company. there was something about absolutely no pretenseand just a common understanding that all of their parents sucked. just a factof life. a scoffed chuckled shifting his features while he focused on her in afucking club full of people. “i prefer fellow villain kid company.” he admittedeffortlessly. not like it was really a secret among the others. even if hedidn’t like them or they did stupid shit. he had an annoying loyalty to theidea of it. some of them tested it.
“and i have listened to your show.” was added as a follow upas to why he was speaking to her. it had a good after work vibe when he closedthe shop. her opinions were not so surprisingly entertaining. Cori had a goodradio vibe. he could see why she had a few adoring fans. “maybe it’s the radiovoice.” his words were said in a half tease, half flirting tone to see how shewould react it. they had hooked up. he fucking knew they had. it was one of thefew times he didn’t remember it all with a stark clarity that he could committo memory. it was vague and seemingly enjoyable but not confirmed. it annoyed Manu.greatly. they didn’t talk about it. anything after were usually basic greetingswhen they went on their ways. so, sue him if he was trying to figure out if ithad been a terrible time for her. “or it is at least the taste in music. it’snot bad.” was added before he took another drink of his beer.
cori raised her chin in a nod when he admitted he preferred the same company he would’ve had on the isle. she understood. they’d all grown up with parents who had unsavory acts in the past and most often, their present. and they’d all grown up with that burden. and it was even worse for the ones who suddenly had abilities they hadn’t had before crossing the barrier, and they weren’t even supposed to use them. cori, whose list of preferred company started with herself and her twin, still pretty much put every isle kid over every royal. there were just things they’d never be able to understand without help and she didn’t have the energy to try to make those strides herself. “you do?” she prodded lightly when he admitted he watched her show, gingerly searching for his opinion. her work was pretty much the only thing she actually cared what other people thought of. when he teased that maybe he just liked her radio voice, she curled her nose and scoffed, her free hand reaching out to swat his arm. cori made sure to take care to not actually hurt him while doing so-- super strength was a bitch, and she had a pile of vinyl records she’d accidentally snapped like a toothpick in her house to show for it.
“it’s called being vocally interesting, and....” she almost said that radio voices were meant to evoke emotions in their listeners, and that was not a path of conversation she wanted to go down. “whatever. it works,” she finished, fighting off the defensive tone in her voice, a smile curling up one side of her mouth as she brought her drink back up to her lips. “which means my taste in music is good,” she insisted, the alcohol and her passion betraying her usual indifferent disposition. she wanted the music to be why he listened-- she knew she wasn’t the greatest radio host in the world anyways, considering she was also not the most charismatic or outgoing or conversational person even in any given room. she was just there to put music out there and then take credit for it. “i have something pretty big on the horizon for the show, but you’ll have to stay tuned to find out,” she added, her smile sneaky until she remembered who she was talking to, and gave a wry chuckle. “actually, you probably won’t care. i just wanted to brag a little bit.”