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@jeanieprabhakar
jeanie prabhakar / the wanderer
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basics
full name: jeanette prabhakar
nickname(s): jeanie, jeans, jen
age & birthday: 28 / jan. 12, 1996
gender: cisgender woman
pronouns: she/her
orientation: bisexual
hometown: providence peak, co.
occupation: owner of the green dragon cafe
neighborhood: downtown
"I'm mad at you for dropping me like everyone else," Ingrid corrected her, her tone tinged with frustration. She wanted to make it clear to Jeanie where her feelings lay. Jeanie wasn't a stranger to Ingrid's past, and it bothered her that she had chosen this moment to apologize, showing up as if her absence hadn't affected anyone. "Yeah, well, life happens, but that's not an excuse. You knew exactly where I was. A Christmas card would have been nice, but let me guess—you didn't find the time amidst your busy life, right?"
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It hadn't been Jeanie's intention to drop Ingrid, but with a horrible sinking feeling in her gut she realised it might just have come across that way. Sometimes she forgot that just because she could go a long time without talking to someone and then bounce back into their life like nothing had changed not everybody worked that way. “Ingrid, I'm sorry,” she said, sincerity flooding the words. “You're right, that was totally shitty of me. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" Despite her self-inflicted absence, the other woman was still important to her. She'd never intended to damage their friendship. If Ingrid would give her the opportunity she'd do anything she could to fix it.
"Fake like...y'know. Not real?" she explained slowly, her brain doing it's best to come up with the correct definition of the word. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before giving a defeated huff. "Like, no one gets married because its fun or because they want to. It's all like. A scam or whatever." Tyler didn't know why people got married, it sounded like an absolutely horrible thing to get stuck in. Better to always have a way out than to chain yourself to someone in a very much serious way. There was too much room to get hurt when you let someone in like that and Ty couldn't imagine why anyone would want to put themselves through it. "Seb definitely knows everyone. He's annoying and probably thinks everyone is his friend even if they've never met." Seb was one of the few people Ty actually didn't mind hanging around most of the time, even if he was a lot to deal with at times. "He gave it to me. He was going to throw it out and wasting food is fucked up, so I saved it. Basically, I'm a hero." Her chest puffed out a bit as she said it, the continued liquor that was sliding down her throat loosening her up more and more. Ty didn't know what had taken her from stewing in her feelings and being pissed about it to now cracking a smile and somewhat joking around, but it was a shift from the attitude she'd been harboring the whole rest of the night.
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There was a slight bemusement to Jeanie's expression as she mulled that particular sentiment over in her mind. For once she didn't quite know what to say. All her life she'd been surrounded by people who loved each other very much; her parents, her grandparents, aunts and uncles, most of whose marriages had been very much built around care and the enjoyment of each other's company. Okay, sure, marriage wasn't for everyone, but the outright suggestion that all of it was a lie left her a little baffled.
She smiled at the comment about Seb. His insistence on befriending everyone was why she liked him so much. And of course she'd bonded with CJ over food. Briefly, she wondered if she could ever convince Ty to come hang out at their apartment and what it might be like to see her surrounded by all three of them. It was a nice thought, but she forced herself to refocus. They had more pressing matters at hand.
“A scam,” she repeated slowly. For a moment she considered not asking the question that followed thinking that it might be a sore spot, but she knew she'd give in to curiosity sooner or later so why not just give in now? At least Ty seemed more cheerful than she had at the start of their conversation. “Okaaay... can I ask what makes you think it's all fake?”
Thea gave a nod, feeling like that sounded right. "I mean I am not going to lie, I don't know but it sounds like the right thing. Plus I don't mind blaming them." She let out a small laugh as she felt like she had no firm feelings about it. Thea realized that Jeanie might have misunderstood what she meant. She hadn't it meant that he was conceited nor did she think he was. "Not at all. I just meant I wondered if he notices or not." Maybe it had been the wrong thing to say, but considering she was buddies with CJ, it wasn't like she thought it was wrong to wonder about it. "Yeah maybe, it's pretty busy around these parts can't say I'm hating it since I'm glad so many people wanted to come."
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She shrugged. “I don't know, we've never talked about that.” To be totally honest, Jeanie didn't spend much time considering whether her friends were aware of how hot they were. CJ was pretty chill and the two of them spent most of their time spent together figuring out the best ways to entertain themselves—she didn't think he cared much about his own looks, it just wasn't a subject they'd really ever had any cause to broach. She nodded, admiring one of the nearby groups which was clearly having an excellent time. It was obvious the event had been a hit. “You guys really managed to draw a crowd. You could probably make it an annual thing.”
Sure, it was Roman’s name on the time-slot. And on the website. But it wasn’t his show, not in the way this…person, was implying. Maybe it was because he didn’t care about it, he hadn’t cared about shit in a long time. All he knew was that the show was dedicated to the ‘classics’ and he interviewed a few local celebrities who weren’t even big enough to get on the morning show with Keola and Mya, and wanted to be there as much as Roman did. “Yes, I do, which is why your shit never gets played.” He watched her eye his mug, and whilst he had expected her to be at least somewhat peeved about his blatant lie, was confused it seemed to bait her. “Not necessary. I don’t know what kind of environment you were raised in — I assume deep in the woods away from civilization and structure — but strangers don’t usually approach each other and start meddling.” If only he cared enough about his radio job to invite her on for an exclusive interview with a feral child. “You base all your food off fantasy children’s books?”
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“Aw, don't worry. We can't all have incredible taste,” Jeanie teased. She wasn't sure why she found the pastime so entertaining, but thinking up the most ridiculous song choices possible and sending them in had yet to get boring and even Roman's obvious disdain for it wasn't enough to put her off. It was a silly little game but felt like having an inside joke with the small community she'd created for herself, especially when cafe regulars made suggestions. “Such accusations!” A hand to her heart, mock outrage on her face. “It's not meddling, it's called being a productive member of society.” With a roll of her eyes she sighed at the question. Well, he wasn't the first to make that mistake. “They're not all kid's stories, I mean some of them are, we don't discriminate, it's a family friendly place—it's fantasy themed.”
He was surprised by how much fun he was having — not that being with Jeanie wasn't fun, but just that it had never occurred to him that fun could be so... wholesome. He hadn't even thought about going to an arcade since he was around 7, but it wasn't nearly as lame as he feared it might be. "Nah, I think once is enough for me. I get the picture. You're a queen or whatever," he said dismissively, but only because he had a feeling Jeanie would be able to savor her win regardless. "In fact, what if I upgrade you to a pizza in return for you never mentioning this again?"
“You've got yourself a deal,” she grinned teasingly, never one to turn down the offer of pizza. “Throw in some fries and I'll tell everyone you crushed me.” She abandoned the game and headed away from the games. It was probably a good thing Foster had turned down the offer. Time had an awful habit of slipping away from her when she was in the arcade. Still, she was grateful to him for coming with her. She knew it wasn't everybody's first choice of places to hang out, but she'd never quite gotten past the sweet nostalgia of it.
"I'm so not."
Fletcher's poker face (or lack thereof) betrays him, and he knows it. It's why his smile turns sheepish, something he tries his damnedest to hide when Jeanie calls him out. She's always been good about that — seeing through his bullshit. Fletch doesn't mind much when it makes him honest.
He quickly shakes his head. "No, don't toss it. It's salvageable. But what syrup did you use?"
With the plethora of flavors from the staples to anything new she might be trying to experiment with, he can't discern exactly what she may have been going for. Fletcher brings the cup up to smell, then chances another small sip. It's…
"Bitter. Is that cinnamon? Too much cinnamon?"
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She shook her head, mock exasperation all over her face. “You've gotta work on your bluffing skills, man. What am I gonna do with you?” It was sweet of him to try and save her feelings, but she didn't mind when her experiments went wrong. It just meant she was one step closer to creating something worth drinking.
“Um, gingernut?” She pivoted, grabbing the bottle from behind her and squinting at it before holding it out. “It's new. I thought it would spice things up.”
The expression on his face drew a laugh at her and she reached forward to snatch the cup back. “Stop torturing yourself and let me get you something you actually like before I've traumatised your tongue forever. What do you feel like today?”
→ phoebe's apartment. closed for @jeanieprabhakar
It wasn't that Phoebe would ever consider herself a germaphobe, not necessarily, but she never got how people could let their homes get so..gross. Perhaps it was the fact she had to manage a household at a young age, but she always thought there was no shame in being house-proud. It was generally why she didn't have people over, always feeling like a bit of a nag at insisting they took their shoes off when entering, and making them use coasters. Even Foster wasn't exempt from being chided sometimes, and he was allowed to smoke in the kitchen when he stayed over.
Even if she wasn't slightly more uptight about her living space, she had no idea how anyone could live in Jeanie's apartment. Phoebe stomached it when drunk enough at parties, but if she had a choice, she would never step foot in there if she could help it. Also, she wanted to be selfish with Jeanie and hog her time and attention without the boys being there, thus invited her for a good old-fashioned girl's night at her own apartment (where CJ was banned and Seb couldn't come without adult supervision), featuring wine, snacks and, of course, Mr. Edward Cullen.
"Okay, if we just..." She shuffled the trays on the coffee table from where she could reach from her spot on the sofa, angling them so they'd all fit without fear of toppling off the small surface area, grinning in pride of her handiwork and giving Jeanie a thumbs up. "Perf, now we don't need to make continuous runs to the kitchen!" She leaned back on the couch, grabbing a throw blanket to cover her legs, glancing over, ready to press start on the first of their Twilight watchathon. "You got everything you need? Want another blanket or anything?"
“God, it's so nice in here.” Nuzzling down into the couch, she stared around Phoebe's apartment a little awestruck. “Can I just live here with you? I'd fit in the closet. You'd barely even notice me.” The sheer neatness was amazing. Everything smelled so clean and there wasn't a half-empty takeout container in sight. It was actually refreshing. While Jeanie wouldn't call herself the tidiest person on the planet—she liked clutter, and surrounding herself with trinkets and artwork that made her happy—she also had to admit that there was only a certain level of messiness that she could take before it started to drive her a little insane. Since the boys moved in her own apartment had begun to skew into insanity territory more often than she cared to admit. She didn't begrudge them for it (after all, half the time she was involved in creating the mess too) but it was nice to get out and hang in a place that didn't have any jello stuck to the ceiling. “I'm all good! Bring on the vamps, baby!”
"I'd hope they take those kinky fetishes to a hotel room if whatever they have in mind involves sharp arrows," he pointed out with a chuckle. He was sure the hotel would have to clean up way too many condoms after tonights' events, and as much as he was glad to see people enjoy themselves he hoped for Thea's event's sake that they did so in private. "You're planning on using that quiver beyond today?" He questioned, wondering what exactly she planned to do with it if she really wanted to buy a new one. "I definitely am. Don't worry, she's probably just busy right now. The second she finds herself free, she'll be dragging me out to the dancefloor. I've just got to recharge myself before that happens."
“You'd hope, but common sense isn't nearly as common as the name suggests.” If running the cafe taught her anything it was that. She nodded, smiling slightly. Sometimes she forgot that not everybody spent their free time dressing up and chasing magic. “Sure, you know for parties and stuff. We host a lot of fantasy themed events at my cafe, so it comes in handy to have a quiver on hand.” Chuckling, she nodded. “I guess you do have to have a lot of energy to keep up with her. Does she even sleep?”
Ty's eyes followed the drink that Jeanie put down, her attention span for anything at the moment being drastically limited. Her own drink finished, she took it upon herself to grab the rest of Jeanie's just in case the other woman wasn't planning on finishing it. "Hot as fuck. No other explanation necessary," she agreed. Her lip lifted in a small snarl at the reminder of Ver, a huff of annoyance following suit. "Marriage doesn't mean anything. It's all like fake or whatever anyway." What she was calling fake, Ty wasn't sure. Marriage as a concept, love in general, maybe just Ver and Emmy's. Probably a mix of all three. Her views on anything related to the ideas were skewed, a product of the way her mother had raised her to trust nothing, to never believe in love, to be self-sufficient in every way possible. Ty's mom had been everything to her growing up, sometimes for the better, but in cases like this definitely for the worse. Scoffing at Jeanie's suggestion that her brain could have multiple thoughts in it at once, Tyler waved off the idea as insane. "Not bothering me at all. We don't need to talk, she just needs to leave me alone." The last thing Tyler wanted to do was have to sit down and talk about things, especially seeing as how poorly that had just gone for her and Emmy. Sure, she'd avoided really saying anything of substance for the most part, but it had still felt like talking to her. "Uh, since forever, basically. Kind of. A long time. Sort of. Seb mostly. The other one gave me his burger the other day. PJ or whatever."
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Ty was probably the hottest person she'd ever seen, but Jeanie figured she didn't need the extra encouragement right now so she settled for simply agreeing with a nod, “Hot as fuck.” Her eyes followed the drink in Ty's hand. She wondered if she ought to be concerned about the speed at which she was drinking or if this was just the only way Ty knew how to deal with feelings talk. Jeanie had a sneaking suspicion she already knew the answer. She'd been worse at the bonfire last year, so at least she didn't have to worry about her tolerance. Instead she busied herself trying to understand her line of thought. It was getting a lot more difficult not to laugh now. “Uh... define fake. Is this another conspiracy theory? Do I need to go get my tinfoil hat?” The more Ty explained... or well, the less she explained really, the more clearly Jeanie could see herself having a very confused phone call with Emmy later. This entire conversation felt rather like untangling a neglected pile of wires—some parts were definitely useful, things to be stored away for later, but the rest was just a mess. At the rechristening of CJ, Jeanie finally gave in to laughter. “Right, well, of course,” she nodded. “Actually that makes sense. I swear Seb knows everybody. But did CJ actually give you his burger or did you mug him for it?” As far as she was concerned either option was plausible.
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“Why have Zac when The Rock is right there?” Anyone who was featured in the best franchise of all time, meant that every other movie they had been in ever was watched by CJ at some point. Baywatch just had the added bonus of being about lifeguards on a beach. “I know a guy where we can get like, authentic sand!” He exclaimed, “And I can totally nab some like, swim goggles from the pool!” It wasn’t technically stealing, if you worked there. Like how he always took the nice snacks from Break Room’s…well, break room. When she mentioned her trauma from the yoga, CJ offered a sympathetic smile. “Totally my bad dude, I thought your spine would be more Slinky-ish. Oreos will fix you up in no time.” With ease, he stood from the mat, holding out his hand for Jeanie to be hoisted up. “I want a hot dog too.” He added, as if he needed his roommate’s permission to order one along with his milkshake.
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“Man, I forgot about him. You're totally right.” If there was any consideration about how filling their apartment sand might not be the best idea to be had, it certainly wasn't going to make an appearance in this conversation. Jeanie nodded enthusiastically, already mentally planning the decorations. They could totally get a cut out of The Rock to greet people at the door.
She offered a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I think my back is only willing to be slinky-ish when there's a really great motivator involved. Maybe I need to try a different workout. You're good at running, right?” There was a cracking sound as she moved her neck side to side and she rubbed it with a grimace. “Wanna hit up The Burger Joint?”
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"What does that even mean," Esther says dryly. "Do you think people are sucking on condoms to get hard."
She doesn't think Jeanie thinks that. She thinks Jeanie's just a nerd with bad jokes who sucks at confrontation. In Esther's opinion, if you're gonna be the most annoying person on Earth, it behooves you to be able to handle it when people tell you so.
She shrugs in answer to the question about work. "Depends how you define 'hell of a discount,'" she says. "It's pretty good. What do you care, is that suddenly gonna make you respect me enough not to play your stupid ass games as loud as you can?" @jeanieprabhakar
“Is that not how it works? Wow, I've totally been doing it wrong. ” She adopted an airheaded expression of confusion on her face, but the effect only lasted a few seconds before she made herself laugh.
There was a note of exasperation in the sigh that followed Esther's words, but Jeanie was determined not to be disheartened by her rebuffal and so she pushed the feeling back and soldiered on. They would be friends. It just... might take more convincing than she anticipated.
She thought for a moment. “Hm. 75% off? That seems pretty fair for having to deal with customers all day.” If people acted up in the cafe she couldn't imagine how they acted in the shop. Despite her insistence on badgering the other woman she at least had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, I guess we can get pretty loud sometimes. Everybody gets a little overexcited." Then the mischievous smile returned. "Maaaybe if you played with us you'd be less distracted by the noise.”
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“Can octopuses hold pens?” Despite the lack of sense that lined this hypothetical scenario, clearly the logistics of the sea creature signing a resume had been of utmost importance to figure out in Sebastian’s mind. Although, as soon as the question left his lips, he realized how weird the words felt in his mouth and he immediately started to question whether or not he said them right in the first place. “Octopuses? Octopi? Octopuses doesn’t sound right, dude. Sounds like somethin’ else.”
He shrugged, then, decidedly coming to the conclusion that it didn’t really fucking matter — they were cool, either way, and if he and Jeanie concocted a plan to bust them out of this tank then they’d probably answer to anything, right? He took another sip of his slurpee, his expression pensive as he took in what his roommate said. “Uncool? Bro, he’s slitherin’ around in a giant tank filled with water for the rest of his life! And like, I dunno, but these fuckers seem like they live forever. Like dinosaurs. Y'know, if the whole asteroid thing didn't happen. That’s a long time to be doing nothing, Jean Bean. At least working at the café is like . . . I mean, yeah, capitalism, whatever — but he’s doing something! Besides, if he tried to kill you, I’d totally fuck him up. Wouldn’t stand a chance, even with all his creepy arms.”
He laughed, loud and boisterous before he shoved the straw into his mouth again. This was fun. If only CJ were here to join them, then they’d really wreak havoc on the fish of Providence Peak. Although, he wasn’t necessarily upset that he wasn’t — only because he figured he and Jeanie needed their one on one time, too. And he missed her, so he was happy to hog her all to himself this morning. “Yes!” he exclaimed excitedly, like a child who’d successfully convinced their parents to agree to something. He was expecting a lot more push back than that, but perhaps the edibles they'd taken before they came slightly stunted their long-term judgement. “Oooh, yes. Okay, food first. Then steal a ray. Do you want barbeque? Is that why you’re asking? Do they even have barbeque in the food court?”
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“I mean... octopussies is actually the scientifically accurate term.” She wasn't sure how she managed to keep her face straight as she said it, but it was a feat she felt deserved awards. “Haven't you ever watched the nature channel?”
Seb made a decent argument. It probably got pretty boring in the tank with the same things to look at and do day after day. Then again, that wasn't much different to what a lot of humans did on the daily. “Yeah, but in the tank he doesn't have to pay taxes and he can fuck with the security guys.” The expression of disgust that has accompanied the perils of capitalism cleared at his words. She could totally picture him facing down an octopus. The mental image was almost cartoonish. “Aw, you're like my own knight in shining armour. Except you're more like a knight in funky pants. Disco knight.”
“I was thinking like barbecue flavour chips, y'know for the rays, but I could so go for some barbecue right now.” Her stomach rumbled at the thought. “Ooh, wait, maybe surf 'n turf. Or sushi... wait, would that be offensive to our fish comrades?”
“Inspiring,” He drawled, deciding to try his best to ignore her and focus on his book, though Roman knew immediately she wouldn’t get the hint. Oddly, she reminded Roman of Elijah, slightly. But that comparison pissed him off even more than the initial interruption. “It’s not up to me on how the show is presented. That’s the producer’s job.” And his producer at 96.8 The Peak was possibly the last normal person in this town. “Not missing out, don’t care for the stuff,” He blatantly lied, turning a page of the book, knowing full well the cup of coffee, in a mug large enough it was easier to drink with two hands clasped round it, was only meters away from where he rested his elbows, the steam radiating from it giving away it was fresh and most definitely his. “A honey pop cake sounds like something a cartoon character would eat.” His initial thoughts went to Winnie the Pooh, but he knew it wasn’t right, it was something else. But he wouldn’t give this odd person the satisfaction of asking for clarification.
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"I know. I should totally be a motivational speaker." She grinned. "You get a say in stuff though, right? I mean it is your show, that's gotta count for something." At this point his continued responses were only encouraging her. She'd planned to deal with her sleeplessness by heading back to the café to get the last few things set up for opening, but this was much more entertaining than hanging out in the kitchen all by herself. Her eyes travelled to the large cup of coffee, amusement twitching at her lips. "Oh, well we should probably let the barista know they got your order wrong then. Want me to ask them to take it back? I know some people struggle with that." There was a definite aura of deliberate nuisance around her now. "Close, but no cigar. They're from the The Magic Faraway Tree. Little pastry type things filled with honey, they're awesome. You should come by and try one sometime."
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"No, uh. No, it's fine. Perfectly fine — great even."
It probably is, to someone who enjoys the sort of flavor concocted in the hot beverage Jeanie made just for him. A willing participant in taste testing has granted him plenty of opportunities to try and find new types of drinks he'd never be adventurous enough to try on his own, but the con to it is the occasional mixture that sends his taste buds into a tizzy.
He even goes in again for another sip, smaller this time, and forces a tight smile as he looks over the cup to Jeanie's face.
"I wouldn't change a thing about it."
Through narrowed eyes Jeanie inspected Fletcher's face carefully. It hadn't taken him long to cement himself as one of her favourite regulars after he'd started frequenting the café. He was sweet, polite, and always willing to act as a test taster when she was trying out something new. Unfortunately, that same politeness she was so fond of seemed to affect his feedback. After a moment of intense scrutiny she chuckled and leaned back. "You're such a liar." It was only recently that she'd learned to see through his poker face, but it gave her a weird sense of personal triumph every time. "C'mon, tell me. What's wrong with it? Too much syrup? Not enough nutmeg? Is it total garbage that belongs down the sink?"
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"I'm glad. Pretty sure getting someone injured with arrows that are sharper than expected isn't anyone's idea of a fun night out," Elliot pointed out with a soft grin. Listening to the other's explanation of how she knew him even though he had no clue as to who she was made him chuckle. Surely, Thea's fans knew all about him from social media. "Ah, yes, of course. Don't worry, I know she can't resist the temptation to post photos of me whenever she gets the chance. It's nice to meet you Jeanie. I'm Elliot, although you seem to already know that."
"I don't know, there are some kinky freaks out there," she mused conversationally, returning the grin. "But consent is key I guess. It wouldn't be such a problem if the quiver didn't keep breaking. I'm gonna have to buy a new one." Or maybe Seb would be able to design something fresh. She'd have to ask. Chuckling, she slid into the seat across from Elliot. "I do, but it's nice to get an introduction from the man himself. Are you having a good time? I'm surprised Thea doesn't have you out there dancing."
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