milena ricci

milena giacinta célia jolene "lena" ricci di ambrosia political science major, political legacy twenty-three | junior at ashcroft ( affiliated with theclasshq — played by shannon, nineteen, she/her, uk )

[missricci]

so i'm really struggling with muse for lena atm, if you wanna plot pls yeet yourself at me? because i love her so much y'all and i don’t wanna completely lose muse ya feel?

[missricci]

text | cleo

cleo: i'm already halfway

cleo: i and my tummy are ready for this yummy goodness !!

lena: great i'll see you in a minute!

lena: thought you might need it after all that time in the lab

[ivymcyers]

          ivy had been parked on a bench for about two hours now. her dixon D3400 camera affixed to her hands, she’d been trying to capture something worth using. the writer’s block was in full force; so it was time for her tried and true method of finding inspiration from her surroundings. people watching was a great way to do that. sometimes, she’d be intrigued by one person in particular passing by; then she’d raise the camera to her eyes, and snap a picture. she would never USE that film without consent, of course, it was just something for her to look back on for inspiration. like when an unreasonably tall man walked by, ivy found herself absentmindedly taking a picture. when she put the camera down, she realized that somebody had approached the bench at the wrong time, and might have just seen her suspicious looking photo-taking. ❛❛ i’m not a stalker. ❜❜ she said quickly, NERVOUSLY — just like a stalker would? ❛❛ oh, god, that probably makes me sound even more like a stalker. but — i’m not! ❜❜

[missricci]

irises land upon ivy and her trusty camera. lena's lips formed a curve, betraying her lack of surprise at the camerawoman of the hour. the people-watcher, ivy meyers, stealing snapshots of a society, a moment that could never be repeated again, for once time is lost it cannot so easily be regained. 

“you can just say i look HOT ivy,” she teased, dropping down onto the bench next to her without asking or being prompted to do so. “after all, i already know it.” (yes, she knows the picture ivy was taking was of a passerby behind her, but who was lena to resist an opportunity to jokingly stroke her own ego?) “but yeah, it does make you sound a little stalker-ish, no stress.”

[missricci]

text | cleo

cleo: is this an invite for me to come and steal some?

cleo: if so, count me in

lena: yeah course it is i'm not an asshole

lena: i wouldn't tell you i made cookies and then not share

[missricci]

text | cleo

lena: i'm making cookies, just fyi

lena: i'm not so mean that i won't share

[missricci]

sorry for the shitty formatting but like this for a text from lena? your girl needs a pick-me-up

[missricci]

message | lena 😍

monica: no im at the store ill just grab

monica: oop me TOO

monica: wanna get high later and make pancakes?

lena: girl you KNOW i do

lena: how are we so in sync it's crazy???

[missricci]

→ text to: That Bitch™ (lena)

autumn: hasdhjf lenaaaaaaa

autumn: dont worry yourself i dont want to be a burden

autumn: really im totally fine

lena: autumn babe you're never a burden

lena: and i wholeheartedly do not believe you so i'm coming

lena: see you in 5

[missricci]

( ✉ → sms )

OPHELIA: scary to think that i'd actually dance to the spotify top 50 songs

OPHELIA: but i'd only make that sacrifice for you

OPHELIA: i don't wanna end up in the emergency room today, so maybe stick to soda??

LENA: we need to fix the playlist at that party

LENA: aw, lia

LENA: ...and just soda, i promise

[missricci]

message | lena 😍

monica: im making some food to send over to juniper's house

monica: a lasagna and some cookies

monica: and i didnt know if we had milk

lena: i'll grab extra on my way back, then

lena: i was planning on going anyway bc your girl has a serious pancake craving

[missricci]

→ text to: That Bitch™ (lena)

autumn: i also had a shot or three

autumn: jk two shots

autumn: of vodka

autumn: anyway life is pain how are you doing

lena: i'm okay

lena: but i'm coming over. like, now

lena: you need some half-decent hangover care and the only fucker i trust is myself

[missricci]

message | lena 😍

monica: do we have milk at home?

monica: this is iMPORTANT

lena: yes we have milk

lena: why?

[missricci]

( ✉ → sms )

OPHELIA: please i just want a ride home

OPHELIA: i do want to see your take on a silly hat. and i agree, berets are cute

OPHELIA: lena? drunk? would've never seen that coming!!

LENA: aw man i hoped we could dance again 3

LENA: it was fun to dance with you!

LENA: i have one of those american 'soda hats.' what if i put wine in it???

[missricci]

( ✉ → sms )

OPHELIA: please remind me to NEVER attend a house party again

OPHELIA: i got here, was handed a beer within 20 seconds and there was fog everywhere for some reason

OPHELIA: now i'm wearing some guy's sombrero cause apparently it's "silly hat night"

LENA: i'm coming right now. go nowhere, do nothing, yes i'm quoting eleanor from the good place because i'm obsessed

LENA: i'll bring a dumb hat for myself and if i see one person in a beret i am starting a fight because berets are not dumb

LENA: okay maybe i've had a couple drinks already

[annabelledexterjones]

[missricci]

@aberncthys

[missricci]

→ text to: That Bitch™ (lena)

autumn: i have eaten my weight in ice cream and smoked my weight in weed

autumn: i know you might be concerned about me from those texts BUT

autumn: i really think you should be proud?

lena: the ice cream part is admirable

lena: the weed bit is a little concerning but i can get over it

lena: i think overall i can be proud of you

[missricci]

song

send ‘song’ and i’ll talk about a song on lena’s playlist !

you got: alors on danse by stromae (link)

lena is more of a cynic than she will permit ANYONE to see — she prefers to be people’s sunshine incarnate, to prompt people to have a good time, rather than force them to suffer in the revelation that they’re all drinking or inhaling their problems away. besides, that’d be no good for her, the girl who runs along with the party crowd because she enjoys not seeing the darker edges to the world, especially now. 

there’s a couple of lines that really struck me for her (roughly translated):

‘when we say ‘till death do us part’, we say divorce.’ — lena’s parents split when she was young. this is her genuine view on love and marriage, which is difficult when she’s one to fall in love so quickly.

but is it the music or the problems, the problems or the music? it grips your guts and grips your head, you pray for it to end; but it’s your body, this is not heaven — what’s making her head hurt so badly? what secretly makes her feel as though she’s going to die if she smiles to someone’s face one moment longer? is it the mounting pile of people’s problems she’s trying to help, her own, or the blaring music that’s drilling into her skull even as she has her fifth glass of wine? she doesn’t know and maybe she never will.