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@lonettefm
sms → gunner
gunner: yeah, i'll get right on that. from inside the supermarket, because the door won't open and we're stuck
gunner: shit's fucked up all over the place, don't think anyone's getting to you any time soon.
lonette: i love your enthusiasm. we're in pluto street, where are you?
sms → ella
ella: hi, hi, sorry is this late? my texts are taking longer than usual to get through, forgive me
ella: first of all, i'd suggest keeping away from it for the time being, always best to assume it's active and potentially dangerous!
ella: how many of you are stuck?
lonette: of course, it's okay. my friend said pluto street. i'm asking how many of us are here. where are YOU?
lonette: my name is lonette hastings.
WHERE: the pile-up WITH @lonettefm
“Are you okay?” Jurriaan bend over Lonette with an intense worry on his face, he felt warm all over, scared, worried, angry that a pole dared to fall. “Can you stand? Do I need to carry you to the hospital?” All things he would do without question.
“No, I’m not.” None of them were fine, really. She supposed that her situation could be worse, but sneezing and coughing as you’re soaked in rainwater is pretty darn bad. “Is there even a hospital we can go to? How far is it?” She sighed. “Jurri, are you okay?”
fletcherliu·:
fletcher’s temper wasn’t news to those that knew him . god , he had to call elliot .. he had to call somebody to try and get him out of this mess . the last person he expected to see when he turned was lonette , the woman who he had shared flirtatious words over a few drinks months ago . what a place to reunite . “ this is just .. i mean , it’s just our luck , right ?? “ if he didn’t laugh he would’ve screamed and likely punched the roof of his car , “ my baby isn’t built for the off-road lifestyle . is yours ?? “
lonette’s eyes flickered in recognition. but this was hardly the time or place to reminisce over some past flirting. “no, i really don’t buy cars imagining that i’ll have to use it to power through a storm.” ugh! “seems like i can send out texts, but it’s incredibly spotty. can’t call on my phone. yours?” looking around, she said, "what street is this? god, i can barely see anything...."
open to anyone.
lonette: hey, can you read this? an electricity pylon has fallen in the street we're in, hard to tell which under all this rain. someone, anyone, help
location: pluto street
with: any pluto pile up besties ( @phoebeharveys, @wrenfms, @judedubois, @jurriaan-knight, @marinera-stella, @lonettefm )
fletcher was a sucker for road rage at the best of times , but this ?? this was something else . the pylon very narrowly missed the front bumper of his white porsche and , seeing the vehicle as one of three children he never had biologically , he was moments away from flying off the handle ; not like the near accident would’ve been any of the faults of the bystanders . “ what the fuck is going on ?? “ he hissed , slamming the car door behind him and circling the motor . words were drowned in frustrated honks , yet he continued to study the paintwork for a scratch , blemish or scrape . “ so , what are we meant to do ?? off-road all the way to town ?? “
“i can’t contact anyone,” said lonette. she did her best to shield her phone from the downpour. “fuck.” she put a hand to her forehead. “i should’ve left town sooner.” but her employees and her business needed to be properly prepared for the storm. “well, is it possible? can our vehicles handle it?”
location : nebula eatery
open to : anyone, @roswellstarters
DUNCAN’S HANDS MOVE RAVENOUSLY OVER GRACIELA’S SOFT CURVES, HIS MEMBER—— no, no, no. ella holds her backspace key down until the excerpt is wiped away, an act she’s pulled several times since seating herself outside of nebula three hours ago. she’s been stuck on the same novel for six months, and when coupled with her disappearing act from london, the damned writer’s block has ella’s publishers on edge —— and calling daily. three chapters in, and she’s ready to scrap everything, start from scratch. she rubs at her temples, lips pursed as she stares at the bare document on her screen. “ do you think prague is a romantic enough location for two long lost lovers ? ” she ponders aloud to the nearest figure outside, a defeated laugh exhaling through her, “ alternatively, do you think i should throw my laptop into the street and never write again ? i don’t know, kind of leaning towards that. ”
“sure.” lonette shrugs. “i mean, it’s never really as picturesque as it seems.” even the most well-kept of places will have little imperfections, but she’s learned to look past those now. “what matters the most is who you’re with. you could be in the dreamiest of places and it’d be a chore if you’re with someone and your companion don’t click.” she tilts her head. “i don’t feel like i can answer that.”
jamesallenroswell·:
“You’d buy it?” His face was beaming. “Thank you.” James gave her a tight hug, laughing as he pulled back. “I remember walking through book stores and buying the picture books with you.” Looking at his book, he felt almost nostalgic. “I wish we did have more time to spend together. I have so much to tell you about. Like… I went on this date with this girl, Ender, recently. She’s really cool. I think you’d like her a lot.”
“Of course. Money’s not an issue for me.” Lonette made herself prosperous, and embraced the fact. “Yeah, I remember that too.” She’d been a kid, too, then. She was fifteen when James was born, after all. God. “Ender? Hmm. Sounds familiar.” She asked, “Do you have a picture?” As an aunt, she instantly got curious.
closed starter for @jurriaan-knight
location: anywhere suitable!
“i didn’t realize valentine’s day has already passed.” lonette shrugs. she’s never cared much for it. “did you get me anything?” tone is curious, neither disapproving nor approving.
jamesallenroswell·:
Days like this were always relaxing. James still remembers when he was younger and would go out to do errands with his aunt Lonette. Now that he was older, it felt more enjoyable; they had much more to talk about and the conversations had depth. He took in her words and nodded. “I really like this book. Maybe I can learn more about myself through it. Have you found a book you liked?”
“I found some cute-looking romance novels, but I’ll probably just get them in e-book format,” she replied. “But I’m glad to hear that. Do you want me to buy this book for you? As a present, you know. I don’t get to spend time with my favorite nephew as much as I’d like.” She smiled. “God, I remember the gifts I used to buy you. Look at you now, reading grown-up stuff.” James was already twenty-six, but she could still hardly believe that he was so much of an adult now.
open to anyone! @roswellstarters
location: Out of this World Bookstore
connection: could be someone he came here with or maybe his friends ditched him and he accidentally talked to your character!
You never know what you’ll find, with a good book. Sometime you’ll find a good story or a tidbit of knowledge. What James didn’t expect was to find out more about himself. Or at least, he didn’t expect to have an existential pondering in the middle of the bookstore. In his hand, was a copy of Attached. “Huh.” He mused, looking up for a moment, before diving back into the text. As people moved through the shelves, James shuffled out of the way. His eyes never left the book.
“Based off what you know about me…” He could barely unlatch his eyes from the book. Just finish this chapter. His mind would say, if it could speak. “Do you think I have an avoidant, anxious, or secure, attachment style?” It was impressive how fast someone’s eyes could scan a page. “Because I’m definitely looking for the one, but not… Super actively. But I do also think about my friendships and relationships in a little too much detail… But I also want to think I’m secure… Right?” Once his sentence was processed from thought to audible speech, his eyes darted up to the other person.
Lonette decided to take a copy of the book that James was poring over. She preferred to show affection in quiet ways. When he talked, however, she still did her best to indulge her nephew. “Well, it sounds like you’re all of those things. But anxious seems predominant.”
She wondered aloud, “I can’t really tell if everyone overthinks. I know I look self-assured, but I do have anxiety too. If I could read other people’s minds, I might be able to compare and contrast for you. Maybe that’s just a completely normal, standard amount of anxiety, for all I know.” She shrugged. “Still, I lean towards anxious. That’s not a bad thing, though. You think a lot. There’s hardly anything I enjoy more than being inside my inner world.”
location: anywhere fitting ! status: open to everyone ;)
“ you’re … funny. & i’m —- not nearly drunk enough for this kind of question … ” dainty , manicured nails wrap tightly ‘round its fogged glass in a possessive hold ; she looks down into the rippled reflection of a girl , swishing back & forth in a small shot , fragmenting contemplation in a mix of brown judgement-imparing liquor and inconsequential residue . this torpor is not her own , but it has been built : brick by brick , by those very own hands that now swing another shot down her throat .
she scrunches up her button nose — face pulled like a rubber-band into pure , jovial disgust / the kind that has not yet grown indifferent to the aftertaste of alcohol . “ yuck . ——- ok , shoot ! ”
“okay.” lonette repeated her questions: “are you heartbroken or something?” the other woman drank alcohol the same way lonette took ibuprofen after a stressful day. she always hated taking medicine. but liquor was definitely not medicine. if the other was indeed nursing a broken heart, it was best not to mindlessly party. even as someone who liked to party, lonette would not recommend that at all.
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17 - “What class did you write the best notes in? What grade did you get?”
“I always excelled at Art, clearly, and got straight As. Although I wasn’t a great Math prodigy, I did pretty well at Geometry thanks to my visual-spatial abilities. I got Bs to As in Geometry. I also did well in Home Econ, especially when it was time to create stuff like little wooden houses.”
23 - “How many couches do you want in your residence?”
“One at most, per room. My floors are pretty comfortable, anyway. I love rugs. I have plenty of beautiful, cozy Hossein Rezvani rugs in my house.”
30 - “How do you feel about snails?”
“I have no feelings about snails...?”
ki-jung·:
Letting out a sigh, Ki-jung takes it back and plops it beside him instead. “Figures. What’s it like, designing furniture? Probably more fun than what I do. I can barely assemble furniture, and the only thing I’ve ever built without instructions was a box made out of popsicle sticks. It had a lid, too. Very complicated stuff.” For a child, maybe. Key had made it with his child, and Dean had still done better than him, even at six.
“It’s amazing. There’s a whole world of different styles you can mix and match. I believe that you can tell a lot about someone by their home,” said Lonette, brightening at the chance to talk about her passion. It was the other’s turn to speak, however, so she politely listened. A box made out of popsicle sticks? “Uh... what do you do?”
WHERE: Metaphysically we’re vibing in the liminal space between where thoughts form in Key’s brain and where they (tragically) come out of his mouth; it’s more like a wasteland than anything, really. Physically, this can be on, like, a park bench or something. Who knows! WHO: @roswellstarters.
“This? This is what a man looks like when he’s just spent the last nine hours witnessing the proverbial horrors of the passage of time. You have no idea the number of gag-inducing biopsies I had to pretend to flip through an old edition of Better Homes & Gardens for today, and I don’t think I would ever want to subject anyone to a full description. Just know it was bad.” Sparing the person beside him from the full brunt of his wandering mind is probably the nicest thing that he’s willingly done for anybody in a very long time. It can be noted that, generally speaking, Ki-jung only turns to his Martha Stewart (sans the fraud, thank you very much) side when it’s a particularly rough shift, so the fact that he has that same magazine currently in his lap sort of says it all. Without looking over, he slowly slides it towards his companion. “You should look at this. It has some great ideas in it if you suddenly find yourself turning into a middle-aged white lady with a penchant for wooden ornaments. Seriously. Take it.”
Lonette would’ve opted to stay quiet as the stranger rambled. When he offered the copy of Martha Stewart’s magazine, however, she scoffed. “I design furniture for a living. I don’t need that.”
jurriaan-knight·:
Jurri grinned and stepped over the threshold of her home, carrying the flowers like a prize. He couldn’t help the loud buldering laugh that followed when she mentioned the kind. “I was still doubtful when I stood in the store,” he admitted. He leaned in, pulled her closer, took in the scent of her and then placed the flowers gently in her hands. His heart always leaped when he saw her, and the fact that she hadn’t pushed him away knowing how infuriated he was with her, made him hopeful.
“You doubt yourself too much.” She allowed her expression to soften and herself to relax. Apart from her deeply introverted nature, she’d been burned in relationships before, and perhaps that did make her distrustful. She wouldn’t admit it, but Jurriaan had gotten past that barrier of distrust anyway. She didn’t know how to feel about his obvious crush on her; she couldn’t say she was nearly as head over heels for him. But she’s attracted to him, and yes, she considered him her friend. He should know that that’s already something. “Thank you for the flowers, and for coming,” she said, although she sounded a little hesitant, like she didn’t want to fawn.
location: anywhere fitting ! status: open !
stevie takes the straw of their drink between their lips, obnoxiously loud slurping sounds following as they attempt to finish the last sip of it. “oh ! okay, so, i remembered what i was goin’ to tell ya.” they push the empty glass aside and rests their elbows on the table. “last night i was takin’ a little smoking break, walkin’ around the cemetery and all, ya know? and then all of sudden, i see this beaming bright fuckin’ light. so i think to myself—fuckin’ about time i get abducted.” shoulders drop. “you can imagine how bummed i was when it turned out to just be one of my co-workers with some bright as shit flashlight. thought it was my moment, ya know? i was even rehearsing what i was gonna tell the alien lords. for an alien town, roswell is actually really disappointing.”
lonette’s feeling some type of way about roswell too, but boring’s not the word she would use. too bad she does personally love and care for some people here, so she wouldn’t abandon her hometown. if only she didn’t. “well, there could be aliens here and you just don’t know,” she says, hoping to appease the younger in fear of them BABBLING further. “you could be an alien and you don’t know it. that’s food for thought, huh?”
