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idkmargot:

Margot entered the living room, wearing a short, form fitting black dress and  sparkling diamond earrings. It had been rather cold outside, but inside the house it was warm, and she found she was fine, temporarily, with bare shoulders. Moments after she had entered, the staff walked by carrying dozens of bags, all printed with the names of designer labels. She sat gracefully on the sofa, and glanced over to the woman across from her, who happened to be staring in her direction. ‘Yes I suppose I thought it best to get Christmas shopping over and done with. It’s December. And New York. Can’t imagine the two going together very well in terms of shopping, can you?’ She asked, ‘What about you? Have you started to shop yet? Do you have people to shop for? Are you a last minute shopper?’ she bombarded the woman with questions, ‘I’m a fan of gift giving, you see.’

Luz heard the commotion as a group of people shuffled into the room, so loud that it drew her eyes away from her laptop sscreen. She squinted as she watched the people walk by with bags, and she pursed her lips as her eyes took in the woman’s outfit. It was out of place, as far as casual nights in the living room went, but she looked put together. “Oh,” she replied, nodding at the answer to a question she hadn’t asked. Maybe her gawking at the bags had made her want to explain, though. “Yeah, I started early - I did a lot on Friday and Monday too, actually. I do all my shopping online, though,” she replied, a small laugh falling at the comment. “Yeah, I see that,” she joked, gesturing to the hall the bags had disappeared to. “I just have my family to shop for though, so - not as much stuff. You have a big family?” she asked curiously. 

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elizabethanderson:

Elizabeth couldn’t help but chuckle slightly when the brunette in front of her waved her hand. She knew that meant that she didn’t understand her. “You know, Spanish and French are similar. If we talked slow enough, we might make sense of it.” She said with a smile, “It’s on your way? Are you heading there as well or are you going some place else?” She asked just out of curiosity. She easily followed the other girl, a smile on her lips now. “I’ve been here a few hours now. I unpacked after finding my room and apparently worked up an appetite. Food is always a must after a long flight. Plane food is shitty.”

“You’re right - I met a girl here that spoke Italian, too, I didn’t get all of it but some of it was close enough. Hey, maybe you could teach me some French, I could teach you some Spanish, we can compare words,” Luz shrugged a shoulder, grinning at the suggestion. “Well, I was heading out to the garden actually, but I could go for a snack. I was editing for hours, and now that you said food - I’m starving, she explained, nodding in agreement. “I don’t fly a lot, but I’ve never eaten plane food I liked. The kitchen’s got everything though - I’d offer to cook you something but you’re probably hungry for more than eggs,” Luz turned them into the living room, toward the kitchen. “So, are you from France, or am I wrong about the accent?” 

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littlequeenzubizarreta:

New York City was very different than Barcelona and Reina was feeling it right now. It was raining outside and freezing to the Spanish girl, who was used to mild temperatures. When it reached  even 60, it was cause for distress. It was a little colder here, 56, but it felt like ice. Wrapping her blanket around herself, she stared out the window, wondering what she was going to do in the snow. “People like this weather, don’t they?” Reina asked out loud, hearing someone enter the common area. The brunette turned to face them. “I don’t care for it much, I don’t think. I like the sun a lot.” She smiled for a moment before messing with her hair for a moment. “Who are you?”

Luz blinked at the comment, a small somewhat confused smile on her face. “Yeah, I guess they do. People come here for Christmas and New Year’s, I think,” she replied with a shrug. “You used to warmer weather? I’m from California, we don’t get a lot of snow.” Luz glanced out at the falling flurries - she personally enjoyed seeing it, but being out there was another story, especially for people who weren’t used to the cold. “Oh, I’m Luz - you?” 

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elizabethanderson:

Elizabeth was a fan of the show she was now a part of, though she knew watching it now would be weird and she was going to avoid that, unless old habits kicked in and she had nothing else to watch but she was sure she’d find something else to fill her time. The perk to watching the show was that she’d be able to find her way around, or so she hoped. Yet here she was, unable to find the kitchen. “Merde” She muttered to herself, glancing around. She’d found her room but now she couldn’t find the kitchen, which was an important room. “Savez-vous où est la cuisine?” She asked before she blinked realizing that most of the girls here probably didn’t know French, “Sorry, I meant to say, do you know where the kitchen is?”

Luz was headed to the balcony lounging areas, a break from editing. She was out in the hall when a stranger addressed her, clearly asking a question. In a playful gesture, she waved her hand in front of herself, showing that she didn’t understand. “Sorry, English and Spanish, not French,” she joked, understanding what language the woman was speaking but not the words. “Oh - the kitchen? I got you, it’s on the way. Come on,” she gestured for the woman to follow her, flashing her a small smile. “Did you just get here? It’s funny, everybody always looks for the kitchen or their room first, every time I’ve met someone on their way in.” 

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pngbridget:

Bridget was sitting in the living room, looking at her laptop screen in utter shock, feeling the need to talk it out, she closes the lid and turns to the person on the other couch, “So I log onto Netflix, right? And I should just say this, Canadian Netflix is the absolute worst. We have like nothing but horrible indie films on there. So there’s all these new options that I’ve never seen before!” Looking back at her closed laptop then again to the other person, she said, “Honestly, I need recommendations. There’s way too much here.”

Luz had just popped her earphones out for a second to lean her head back against he couch, the throbbing headache making editing impossible. She hadn’t noticed the other person in the room, and she bounced up at the sudden presence. Netflix was something she had some authority in, and she saved her file quickly before shutting her laptop. “You sure you wanna ask me? ‘Cause I might give you laundry list of shows and movies,” she teased, scooting a bit closer. “Do they have The Get Down and Black Mirror on there? You should start with those - then Luke Cage, Stranger Things...wait, what kind of shows do you like?” 

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isabellastjames:

“It is just as pretentious as it sounds,” Isabella said, her tone light as she looked down at her long, slender legs, gnawing on her bottom lip before speaking once more, “Would you believe me if I told you my childhood home was bigger than this place?” Talking about her past wasn’t something she did very often, but sitting across from the pretty girl made her feel uncharacteristically comfortable, so she decided to divulge a bit of her life. “I had a kitchen staff so I never had to cook my own meals. Even when I was at school, my parents put me a penthouse a few blocks from– um– Juilliard, that’s where I studied, and they hired a staff for that kitchen, too,” she trailed off, nodding her head and wiggling her toes absently. Casting her gaze towards the oven, she inhaled the warm, sugary smell, a soft sigh falling from her parted lips, “I’ve never had these kinds of cookies before. They smell fantastic.” Meeting the other’s eyes, she asked candidly, “Are you close with your siblings? I’m an only child and no matter how hard I begged my mom for a little brother or sister, she said that one child was more than enough. Oh,” she paused, “and I can absolutely show you to the best Chinese takeout around here. There’s a little place in Greenwich Village that is absolutely to die for. I’ll have to take you sometime.”

“Well, at least you’re honest about it,” she replied, her eyes wide at the confession. “Yeah, I’d believe it - but damn. This place is huge - bigger than the apartment building I lived in til I was six,” Luz chuckled, even more surprised that she’d been an only child. Her family had scraped by to keep them in a three bedroom, and even then the twins had to share a room. “That...sounds like some shit you’d see in a movie, to be honest,” she couldn’t help but laugh - it was absurd, but she knew people lived like that. Even if she’d never really imagined that she’d run in the same circles as them. “Juilliard, huh? What’d you study?” she asked, genuinely curious. She smiled at the compliment, peeking into the window at the cookies and pulling out a pair of oven mitts. “Hopefully you’ll like them - they’re not fancy or whatever, but they taste awesome...we’re pretty close, yeah. My whole family is, but it made sense for me to come here. But you can borrow them whenever, they’re a lot sometimes,” Luz shrugged, a soft chuckle and the ghost of a sad smile on her face gone quickly. “That sounds good - I’m down if you are. I managed to find a good Thai place and some pupusas that don’t suck, but if your Chinese place is good I could really get used to living here” 

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isabellastjames:

Deciding to keep her mouth shut for once, the raven haired girl simply nodded her head, trying her damnedest to keep her cheeks from coloring once more. Thankful for a diversion in the conversation, she headed for the level ground with more confidence, her voice less mousy when she finally spoke up. “I was born and raised here in the city,” she explained, toying with a stray curl resting absently on her chest, “Manhattan.” Her thumbnail went between her lips and she chewed on it for a few seconds before asking, “What about you? Where do you call home?” Propping her hands on the countertop behind her lithe body, Isabella effortlessly lifted herself atop the shiny steel work space, swinging her long legs as her gaze followed the girl with rapt interest. The rancid smell of her failed brownies was quickly being replaced with the warm scent of fresh cookies and her stomach growled rather loudly. Her thoughts absently roamed to her instructor and the fact that he would absolutely kill her if she returned to rehearsals having gained even an ounce of weight, so she vowed to stick to her strict regime even while she was living in the mansion. Shaking her head to scatter her unwelcome thoughts, she instead focused on the girl, listening as the words began to fall from her lips.

“Manhattan? Nice...fancy,” Luz pursed her lips in an impressed expression.  “I’m from the west coast - Van Nuys, in California. It’s not Manhattan, but it’s home.” she fluttered her fingers playfully at Manhattan, a small smirk on her face. She’d never been on the richer side of the city, not on purpose or on her own. “You never bake anything in Manhattan? Or was your oven just different?” she asked lightly, eyeing the timer on the oven. They still had at least ten minutes. Luz noticed the look on the girl’s face, like she was someplace else, but she didn’t comment. “I used to make these for the twins - my brother and sister - all the time. We liked the ghost ones, it’s good someone left those in there,” Luz added absentmindedly, mirroring the other girl and hopping onto the opposite counter. “You’re not new to the city, then? Probably means it’ll be a little easier to get used to the mansion, at least you don’t have to learn everything all over again. Some of us have to figure out taxis, the subway, where the good Chinese food’s at - all that shit,” she joked, tilted her head at Bella curiously. “You have a favorite Chinese place around here? I’ve been craving some good egg foo young.” 

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isabellastjames:

“Oh,” Isabella murmured, mentally smacking herself for making such quick assumptions. Try as she might, there was nothing she could do to hide the fact that she was incapable of reading people. Leaning her rear against the closest countertop and rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, she said, “Sorry, I just thought– well– I don’t really know what I was thinking. I am horrid at this stuff and I’m pretty sure I melted my brain the same time I melted those brownies. So just ignore anything I say from now until forever, okay, cool,” she rambled, face aflame with embarrassment. Glancing up as the girl mentioned something about cookies, she tried to force a weak smile despite her mortification, “I can’t even remember the last time I had chocolate chip cookies,” she said, more to herself than anything, nodding her head at the question that followed, “I think the only way I could be more of a newbie is if I tattooed it on my face for the world to see.” Wringing her hands together in front of her, she continued, “This is actually my very first day in the mansion– and I almost burnt it down. Brilliant, right?”

The girl seemed a bit hopeless, and Luz chuckled as she fumbled over herself to backtrack, making sure not to let any awkwardness slip into her voice. If her demeanor changed, it would only make Bella more uncomfortable, and she wanted the girl to ease up. “Don’t sweat it, I get that sometimes - apparently it’s the way I talk. And like I said, you’re cute, I probably would’ve been flirting with you anyway,” she explained, with a light shrug. “I had some like - last week? One of the girls is always eating cookies, she left some out for everybody. I’ve probably had more sugar since I got here than I have my whole life.” Luz shook her head and plopped the last of the cookie rounds on the sheet before popping it into the oven. She turned the dials and waved her hand dismissively, albeit nicely, at the comment. “Everybody does something funny when they first get here. It took me an hour or something to turn on the electric stove thing my first week. I bought takeout that whole week,” she admitted, grinning as she stepped away from the oven. “You get used to it. And hey - nobody died, right? So...where are you from, Bella?” 

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isabellastjames:

A quiet sigh of relief passed through Isabella’s parted lips at the lighthearted nature of the girl sharing the room with her. At least she wasn’t the only one who seemed to struggle in the culinary department. Her already pink cheeks flooded with heat at the girl’s suggestive remark and she try as she might, she couldn’t hide the little smile that tugged on the corners of her mouth. “No– that’s okay. I– um– I don’t think anyone’s ever flirted with me so candidly before. It’s– er– refreshing, I suppose,” her voice trailed off, deep chocolate irises appraising the other woman as she leaned in to rummage through the contents of the fridge. “Oh, pardon my manners. I’m Isabella. Bella if you prefer. It’s nice to meet you,” she paused, a tinkling laugh falling from her lips, “Not a shred of judgement from me, I swear.”

“I mean, I wasn’t flirting, but...” Luz chuckled and waved it off, not letting that fact linger enough to embarrass the girl. “I’ll remember that. And hey, you’re cute, so it’s not like I wouldn’t flirt with you. I just didn’t get there yet. But what I meant was - you don’t have to pay me back for anything, think of it as a house welcoming or something.” She winked at her playfully and nodded at her name. “Nice to meet you too, Bella. Let’s not judge each other and see what they’ve got in here that can pass for cookies, yeah?” Luz went back to the fridge, until she pulled out a package of cookie dough rounds. “Jackpot. Here, let’s just throw these in, they take like - half an hour?” She pulled a baking sheet aside and plopped a few of the pre-cut circles onto the tray. “So...did you just join the show? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” 

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isabellastjames:

The bricks hit the bottom of the trashcan with an audible thud causing Isabella to grimace as she gently set the glass plate down in the basin of the sink to be scrubbed clean of the offending treats. Embarrassment colored her cheeks as she finally turned to the girl, an unreadable expression resting on her sharp features. “They were supposed to be brownies,” she mumbled quietly, casting her gaze to her sock clad feet and wiggling her toes aimlessly. “Thank you for all your help. I would be more than happy to repay you for your service if you so wish,” her voice trailed off while her teeth sank into her plush bottom lip. She wasn’t accustomed to cleaning up her own messes and she was grateful for the girl’s willingness to aid her in her obvious time of need. “Thanks– again,” she said, turning back to the sink with every intention of shoving her head down the garbage disposal.

“Wow. Brownies...?” Luz nodded at that, a small smirk on her lips. It was mostly teasing, and she nudged the girl’s shoulder lightly. “Hey, it’s all good. You think this is the first time someone burns something? This chick last week set her popcorn on fire - in the microwave.” Luz smiled softly at the girl, her voice light and reassuring. “Nah, you don’t have to repay me - especially not with food,” she joked, her head shaking at her own silliness. “Sorry, I had to. But hey, don’t look so sad - maybe there’s some brownies around here? The store kind? Or those cookies you just throw in the oven? They’re not that bad.” Luz flashed her a small smile and turned to open the fridge, rummaging in search of cookie dough or something similar. “I’m Luz, by the way,” she added, her head peeking around the door for a brief moment. “I’m not a star chef or anything, so no judgment from me.” 

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isabellastjames:

In all her 24 years, there were very few crafts that Isabella had yet to master. From knitting little sweaters for her stuffed animals to snowboarding the black diamond at every ski resort in the country, there was a wide range of talents and hobbies she had decided to invest her free time into learning. However, if there was one skill the brunette just could not figure out, it was cooking. The poor girl was a train wreck in the kitchen– which is where she now stood, erratically waving a dish towel in front of the smoke detector, and praying to the high heavens that it would decide to keep quiet. The charred black hockey pucks sat in a depressing heap atop the counter while tendrils of smoke continued to snake out from beneath the oven door, teasing the alarm that had been fixed on the ceiling. “This is not my day, this is not my day, this is not my day,” she repeated to herself, running a hand through her flour-coated locks and leaning over the island to study the poor excuses for brownies sitting beneath her nose. They even smelled atrocious. Flicking a stray crumb with a quiet curse, Bella nearly toppled over when someone came walking through the kitchen doors. Her spine straightened immediately, chocolate eyes wide as she pasted an innocent smile on her lips. “I promise I did not murder those brownies on purpose,” her voice trailed off, a nervous laugh bubbling in her chest. “Sorry about the smell. I’ll just,” she paused, wrinkling her button nose,  “dispose of this toxic waste. Oh,” she halted again, her expression sheepish, “and if you could stop the oven from smoking, I would be in your debt.” 

The sad, half frantic chanting that it was not her day made Luz feel bad. Whatever was going on in the kitchen was not going well, and she peeked around the corner to see if she needed help. The smell of fire had drawn her to the kitchen - because she wasn’t about to die in the house because someone left the stove on. Luz didn’t mean to laugh, but when she caught a glimpse of the charred black things in the pan, she couldn’t help the small snort that got past her hand. “Shit - I’m sorry,” she apologized, flashing the girl an apologetic grimace as they nearly ran into each other. The burnt whatever they were looked terrible, and she waved her hand in the direction of the trash. “Go, go - I’ve got this,” she replied easily, already on the move to the oven. Luz quickly pulled open the windows and flicked on the oven fan before waving at the billowing smoke with a damp towel. It wasn’t perfect, but it would get some of the smoke smell out of the kitchen. “So, can I ask what you were trying to make, or?” 

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@luztek: i love each and every one of you. you are all so important. your vote was important, your hard work was important and you matter. i'm so sorry about this outcome

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@chaseanderson: Oh geez, don't I feel old. He's five, and he seems to enjoy it immensely. It's given him material for his next adventure. I think I've seen Kim Possible. Is that a cartoon? @luztek

@luztek: @chaseanderson come on i doubt you're old, you can work twitter, right? he's doing god watching classics at five though. yeah, it's a cartoon, kim, ron, naked molerat? monique? and wade was my guy. that's a good show, too. sounds like you've got him on good shows

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@chaseanderson: That's So Raven, it's the title yes? I suppose so. My son was watching them earlier and then he fell asleep and I kept it on for background noise. But it was actually a bit engrossing. @luztek

@chaseanderson: yeah that's the title, i grew up watching it. that's cute, how old is he? it's a good show though, no shame in that, disney shows were good back then. you should check out kim possible and the proud family, you might like those too

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@chaseanderson: I find kid shows very interesting.

@chaseanderson: There is one about two twins who live in a hotel, and another about a girl who can see the future. The dialogue is cheesy, but the premise is very intriguing.

@chaseanderson: @thechaseanderson damn, they still have that's so raven reruns on?

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@callig: Debating on changing my hair color....yet again. Any ideas?

@luztek: @callig something ombre? teal and purple are good colors rn. pastels?