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[marlowemanifests]

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marlowe  saad  —  27.  tule bay ( foggy bottom ).  supernatural  vlogger  +  cashier  @  brown  bag  video .

[marlowemanifests]

who: marlowe & luke ( @drivenadrift ) where: july 15th, national give something away day. somewhere in town.

" with heavy heart, i must give these things away. " marlowe sighs heavily. she has trash bags filled with her precious treasures. a life-size cardboard of edward cullen is looming above her, looking over both her and luke. she nudges it towards luke. " but i want you to have this, luke. i read your aura and, " a beat. a dramatic pause. " you need him. "

[cascadecarp]

Hello, Cascade! Today marks the first day of our very first meme weekend! We thought now felt like the perfect time to get to know all your lovely characters just a little bit more. If you have a busy weekend and can't participate, fear not! This is just the first of what we hope are many meme weekends to come. How it'll work here at Cascade: We'll make an announcement post, just like this one, that has the selected 1-3 ask memes linked for the weekend. If you wish to participate, you'll reblog this post onto any character of yours that you'd like to receive questions. Afterwards, spread the love! Send questions to your fellow muns that you see have reblogged this post, either straight from the dash or by taking a peek at the notes. Meme questions can be sent until Sunday night, but answered whenever. If y'all have any memes you think would be fun to use in the future, please send them our way! Make sure your ask boxes are open, anon is on, and have fun!

The Memes:

Details About Characters

Headcanon Questions

[kosmogrl]

[micah-sebastian]

Half Baked. One she'd long since forgotten but one she'd also never stopped hearing about. Maybe it was in fact time to sit with. So she pushed the other option aside for Marlowe to deal with. "Can't remember if this includes the 'chill' but if you say so." It should've been more awkward with her, there was a very real fear of wandering in anywhere when fixing Marlowe up and running into her brother. It hadn't happened yet so the ghost of boyfriends past only lingered with a threat of bad memories. Sometimes she even forgot Marlowe was related. "OR you can just give me cash. Your DVD selection gives me more in two hours than whatever an isotope plushie ever could."

[marlowemanifests]

micah is incredible. so open with her sexuality. someone marlowe absolutely thrives to be when she is older. ( it's not that there's too much of an age gap between them and yet micah is giving the coolest older sister ).

she's staring in awe, at micah's bangs and smirk and skin and remembers to only speak up when silence stretches for too long. " uh, yes, sure, yes. " she stutters, a fit of giggles follow. " so much chill. your taco will be begging for a break. " though lacking in sexual freedom, marlowe doesn't lack in being bold and blunt and so unashamedly herself.

corky doesn't know of their arrangements. and marlowe would love for that to forever be an unsaid thing. she gets her weed, micah gets her money (or whatever marlowe's trading that day) and corky? corky doesn't get ... anything. not even a knowledge of this business exchange. she scrunches her nose and rolls her big brown eyes. " don't be boring, mico. my isopod plushie gives you love and safety. it's isopod, by the way. what even is isotope? "

[selliered]

he  looks  at  the  dog  sitting  at  his  feet,  back  up,  then  back  to  the  dog.  or  well,  the  spot  the  dog  used  to  be  sitting.  sheriff  is  long  gone  by  the  time  linus  gets  back  to  him  —  doing  his  unofficial  job  eagerly  greeting  their  guest  beautifully.  “that  puppy?”  adorable  is  a  new  one.  he  thinks  he's  adorable,  of  course,  most  people  just  avoid  appearance  based  compliments.  “that's  sheriff.  he  might  be  part  sasquatch.  the  girl  from  the  shelter  said  he's  some  kind  of  terrier  mix,  but  she  didn't  really  have  any  idea.”  now  that  he  thinks  of  it,  he  can  kind  of  see  it.  and  he's  kind  of  half  wondering  if  maybe  he  should  take  him  to  audition  to  be  some  kind  of  mascot  at  ucas  when  she  pulls  his  attention  back.  “wait,  you  named  a  bigfoot?”

[marlowemanifests]

sheriff is the cutest ugliest and weirdest looking dog. all three can be true. marlowe absolutely adores the versatilityas it adds that something to the dog's character. linus has a good eye for irreplaceable things and animals, it seems. " i can definitely see terrier mix. maybe a retriever too? " marlowe just spits out whatever. the dog is a wonder of nature, that much is evident. she believes everyone's gene pool has to be mixed every once in a while and sheriff's has been mixed thoroughly.

she nods proudly at his question. " of course. you have not? " why would he not name a bigfoot? that's silly. still petting sheriff, she looks up, brows furrowed. " what are you doing if not naming bigfoot? "

[nessagates]

"Guess!" Nessa says, flourishing with a hand under her chin. "How old do I look?" The bartender lined the shots up for them, Nessa watching as the speed pourer tipped over and a precise amount of liquor went into each one. It was like magic every time. But her attention shifted back to Marlowe. "The...holy ghost?"

[marlowemanifests]

" you look forty-seven or twelve. i can't decide. " marlowe jokes, a sly smiling stretching across soft features. " kidding, obviously. uh, " the uh gets longer, filling the silence while she thinks. after a while: " twenty-three? " a good guess as any. marlowe's more focused on nessa than the shots, though watches the bartender from the corner of her eye. " the holy ghost? " gives it a quick thought. " i guess so, yeah! ready? "

[scottgrainger]

Sudden laughter lifted Scott's head from where it lazily lolled against the seatback, practically turning all the way around in his seat to direct his amused grin at Marlowe. "Damn, is that what you homeschoolers think we got up to in public school?" Another little scoff of laughter as he shook his head, still grinning when he glanced at Mackay Mansion again. "I think a lonely ghost would enjoy a seat in the cuck chair... or, uh, floating in the cuck corner?" Scott amended doubtfully, wondering if these ghosts Marlowe believed in even had legs, or were more of the Casper variety with trailing, see-through tails that never quite met the floor.

"Yep!" He answered with all of the confidence of a man who had no idea what he was talking about, but was impatient to get a move on. "I can get the bags from the back. And flashlights are right here --" Scott popped the middle console, producing a torch for each of them and passing one to Marlowe. "You know a good way inside, right?" As he asked, he opened his door, sliding out of his seat to grab his assigned backpack of ghost hunting supplies.

[marlowemanifests]

" isn't that what you got up to in public school? why else would you go public school? to learn capitalism and take people's virginities. " it's something her parents repeated like a mantra. public school evil. public school brainwashes young kid. public school : do not enter. a frown settles between her brows, marlowe feels like making fun of scott when she asks: " what's a cuck? " with the utmost confusion decorating her face. marlow's knows what's cucking, but making people explain themselves is always fun.

she takes the torch inspecting it briefly. " i know multiple good ways inside. " adds a little duh at the end of her sentence, watching him slip out of the car and following in a suit. approaches him near the trunk, gravely serious. " listen, scott grainger. if something happens out there, you must save yourself. promise me. "

[edensui]

"I can't even imagine you snorting an Adderall." On second thought, maybe that was exactly what Marlowe needed to chill her out, used as prescribed rather than the likes of minor substance abuse Eden had dabbled in. Truthfully, though, they enjoyed her frenetic energy. There was something about Marlowe's intensity that helped them zen out in most instances -- like now, as Eden slid close to their strawberry shake once more, chewing at the straw and watching the deeply thoughtful expression cloud her dark eyes.

Eden smiled fondly rather than point out that they'd been being facetious about the whole space travel thing, humming low. "You got 'em right in the trunk of your car, right? For UFO sightings on the fly." Okay, so maybe they could cool it on the teasing, too. Eden nodded while straightening up from their shrimped sitting position, arms braced against the very edge of the table. "I'd be down. Where's the best spot for it - in the outskirts somewhere?" Obviously, defaulting to Marlowe's expertise was the smart move here.

[marlowemanifests]

" why would i snort an adderall? " was adderall something to be snorted? she thought, albeit naively, that it was a pill you needed to take to make you chill out. she has considered going to therapy in the past, but a quick googling had told her she would lose her spark. can't have that - her spark is her everything.

marlowe has no idea eden had been facetious about the whole space travel thing as it's as serious as it gets for her. a beat. a silence, then she finds the right words. " uh, you see, i kinda don't have a car anymore. i never believed in owning cars, so. " a shrug. she travels everywhere mostly by her push bike or walking. a lot of walking. or ubering. " we can take an uber to my house, get everything needed and go. i found a spot near emerald grove that's so good for alien watching. "

[badgalrhiri]

Open to: anyone! @cascadestarters Where: by the Shady Belle

Hands in pockets, Rhiannon admires the old, decrepit and abandoned house like one would a piece of fine art in a museum or vintage uranium glass in an antiques shop (she adores uranium glass). "You know, they say he experimented on people. The good doctor," she says, looking their way. "By people I mean women, of course. Personally, I'd have experimented on men and women. Equal opportunity torture. Human Centipede style. " She takes a beat for that declaration to sink in, then adds, as casually as ever: "I don't believe in any of that, though. FYI."

[marlowemanifests]

rhiannon speaking in marlowe's language, so naturally, marlowe's switch turns on — and she practically screeches in excitement. " he was evil. like truly. " she stops, mulls over. " but every men is evil to some degree, so are we truly surprised? like, if my brother turned around and started experimenting on people, uh, women, I'd be only like fourty percent surprised. " a beat. " and disappointed. " a shrug. as much as she loves corky, her older brother, he is still just a man.

marlowe looks at the building in silent admiration. she adores all things mystery, be it with dark past or not, though, the darker the better. this is one of her favorite landmarks in cascade. " i would've experiment on everyone too. starting with my brother. " easy prey or whatever they say. she loves that someone seems to think the same way she does. or ... partially at least.

" no ! " a sudden yelp. " don't say that or you'll curse us and the doctor comes and experiments on us. "

[cashsullivan]

"Aliens  don't  need  oxygen  to  live."  Spoken  like  a  known  fact,  hands  out  and  open  like  an  offering,  Cash's  shoulders  shifted  and  then  a  moment  later  he  was  grabbing  up  his  burger.

"You  didn't  see  the  congressional  hearings  where  they  openly  admitted  that  they're  in  the  ocean  and  there've  been  plenty  of  interactions  and  sightings?"  There  was  that  and  the  rig  workers  who  were  out  there  miles  off  the  coast  that  had  seen  things  as  well.

Once  more  he  shrugged.  Before  he  offered  up  any  answer  he  bit  into  his  burger  and  worked  it  down,  mulling  it  over  as  he  did.  "Anything's  possible.  I'm  just  dying  to  know  what  they  saw  or  experienced  that  caused  them  to  close  up  all  exploration.  It's  the  same  weird  shit  like  with  Antarctica."

[marlowemanifests]

marlowe cocks her head like a dog, confusion paints itself all over her features. " so what do they need to live? " she gives it a thought, really does, but aside from water and food, comes empty-handed. tries to shake herself out of it ( just like a dog would too ). " who told you this, cash? like who is your source? " though, she is happy he has accepted the burger, accepted the mission marlowe bestowed upon him.

" no. i told myself i'd stay clear of any technology until the thirtieth of july. that's when they're supposed to come. " it's a whole thing ; how she's seen signs all over her living. not her whole house, just the living room.

" was it not because of the antarctic treaty system? like that banned military operations, commercial mining and things like that? i always thought that's why they stopped exploring it deeper. " her burger stays untouched, too sucked into cash' mind to eat.

[cloudbtw1]

Cloud scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes at her scolding "Hey, I'll have you know that I'm doing my part by writing music which expands the minds of people who listen, thus making them more prepared for the inevitable day when our interdimensional neighbors decide to reveal themselves to us. Just you wait, Marlowe; history will remember the role that Cosmic Attraction played in ushering in the Age of Cosmic Cooperation." he retorts with a grin. That grin only widens at her playful wink and the comment that accompanies it, and he shrugs his shoulders, nodding his head. "You're right. I'd probably be a little too into that." he retorts with playful flirtation, before nodding his head frantically at her continued urging to eat, and reaching across to take of of the burgers off the plate, taking a giant bite as he lifts it to his mouth. "So," he says in a brief moment between bites "you say we have a long day ahead of us. You wanna tell me what exactly that long day entails?" he asks with a note of playful exasperation, though the reality is, there is no where he wouldn't allow the woman sitting across the booth from him to drag him to, and no one he would rather spend a day being dragged around town by.

[marlowemanifests]

squints her eyes at him between bites as cloud talks. there's wisdom in his words, no matter how crazy they might sound to an outsider listening in on their conversation. she sets the burger down rather dramatically. " you've almost got me there, cloud. i give you that. " she gives him a nod. a nod indicating deep respect to his work. " but your part is not enough, so eat. " concludes in a bossy tone with a flash of her pearly whites.

" oh my god, cloud of cosmic attraction. " she exclaims as if that was his legal name. in marlowe's mind, it just might be. waves a finger in his direction. " i always knew you were kinky. it's written all over your face. "

then decides to pick up her burger again, seeing how sad and pathetic it looks like surrounded by the other perfect, untouched burgers. chews really fast to be able to talk ( marlowe would perish if she could not talk ). " okay, so. we spend another two hours here, then emerald grove where we send messages to extraterrestrials. sound like a plan, right? "

[nessagates]

Open to: anyone @cascadestarters Where: Venus OR Communion OR Log Lady Lounge (you pick!) When: 10:48 pm, 7th July

"You have to do a shot with me. It's my birthday!"

[marlowemanifests]

"how old are you? " exclaims, voice full of unfeigned excitement. might be rude to ask, but marlowe's always been too blunt. " let's do three shots, actually! one for you, one for me, one for the ghost. "

[kiefdoll]

if i don’t say weird stuff i will explode

[kissedfawns]

hey can i talk to you in the woods about something

[marlowemanifests]

where: false cascade. who: marlowe & linus. ( @selliered )

" your puppy is adorable ! " it is the ugliest and weirdest looking dog marlowe has ever seen. that's what makes him absolutely irresistible in her eyes. she pssts at the canine, like she would at a cat, but then remembers to crunch down and extend her hand for some good ol' sniffing. " what's his name? they look like sasquatch. sort of. if you squint your eyes. " not really, but marlowe has always had vivid imagination, always saw things differently than others. " maybe you should leash him. the bigfoot i named jacqueline might get him. "

[marlowemanifests]

where: santiago's beach. who: marlowe & theo. ( @theo-coleman )

" i need a joint. " marlowe plops belly down on the sand in wetsuit, remembers to roll over on her back to prevent sand getting into every crook and cranny of her soft features. " or an ambulance. " limbs and joints and everything aches, pain pulsating throughout her small frame. half from learning how to surf, half from trying to not drown. she has no one to blame but herself. " get me out of this polyester coffin, theodore coleman, pleaaaaaase. " she wriggles in the suit like a fish out of water, hating the feel of neoprene against her skin. " i feel like i'm suffocating. "