* sleepless in the onyx nights

this is just a storm inside a teacup but shelter here with me, my love. thunder like a drum this life will beat you up. this is just a temporary speed bump but failure brings you freedom and I can bring you love.

[ofopalites-archive]

never made no one like you before:

OFOPALITES ( ★ ) ⸻ a dependent rp blog for ARCONIAFM, as loved by kat. mun is 30+ and uses she/they pronouns.

ELIAS RUIZ-OSMAN. thirty two. paramedic. apt 606. taylor zakhar perez.

KAIYA YANG. thirty. cheerleader for the ny giants. apt 601. courtney eaton.

LIAM RHEE. twenty five. baker @ purrs & pours. apt 505. hudson williams.

LUNA STARLING. twenty eight. metaphysical shop owner, apt 405. lili reinhart.

MARISOL REYES. twenty six. singing waitress/aspiring broadway actress. apt 801. lizeth selene.

PANDORA BECKETT. twenty seven. songwriter. apt 806. ella purnell.

PIPER BELROSE. twenty nine. tattoo artist. apt 602. zendaya.

[bloomedwarmth]

it's not like she didn't deserve it, she did. in fact if pandora slapped her, vera would be sure she deserved that too, but suddenly the elevators stifling hot and the younger woman takes a breath through sick lungs. all music talk is gone, nothing fake pleasant about this anymore. there's nothing she can say. i'm sorry you were so sad seems like something a friend would say when someone was depressed, i never realized, but this was the others fault, hers, so it didn't make sense to apologize for ruining the others dream. not when there was more between them. more that, of course, panda wouldn't skirt around. if she looks at her ( she doesn't dare ) she would see the tears in the others eyes, and as if they're still connected like that? her own eyes burn. "panda," the softness is reserved only for her; only for someone she still cares for more than anyone she's ever known. "please, just..." the floors crawl up; she's missed hers, but she doesn't care. not right now when she can explain in private. so, she panics and presses the emergency stop button, leaning up against the panel so the other woman can't press down on the buttons. "wait," it's a plea because since the night she left? all she thought about was her, what she'd say if she ever grew brave enough. "just.. listen, okay?" another pause? start talking, idiot. "putain d'idiot," fucking idiot is murmured under her breath before she realizes, "not you. me, i'm a fucking idiot." a deep breath, a swallow that aches. "we were just getting so close, the kissing, the touching, i tried to tell myself it wasn't a big deal.. because i've never.. not with another girl, i mean, uh, another woman. but, it was. it was a big deal because i kissed you that day before you left and.." i loved you seemed like too much right now. "...i realized you weren't just my best friend, and that i wanted you and even though we were doing things i didn't think you'd want me like that, so i panicked, i panicked," eyes spill over and she sniffles. "i'm sorry. i thought it was better that way but all i've thought about is you. since i left, just you."

[ofopalites-archive]

THE SUDDEN LERCH OF THE ELEVATOR AS VERA PUSHES THE EMERGENCY BUTTON makes the box that Pandora is holding drop to the floor again. She's not picking it up this time though, not until it's moving again. It's not that the box is heavy, but she has a feeling she's going to be here until Vera decides to let her go. Not that she wants to be stuck in an elevator with her ex......whatever Vera was to her. "I don't exactly have a choice here do I?" She asks, gesturing to where Vera is standing in front of her only escape. Pandora is tempted to push Vera out of the way, escape this elevator that's slowly becoming her personal hell. But there's a big part of her that is desperate for an explanation, has been since she came back to an empty apartment and Vera missing. "You could have talked to me. We could've slowed down, stopped, or talked about what it was for both of us." Her arms cross in front of her, to stop herself from doing something like shaking the woman standing in front of her. "You don't think suddenly realizing I was into my best friend was easy for me either? I was thinking we were on the same page and then suddenly you were just gone. No note, no answering my calls, just gone." She does push off from where she's leaning against the wall, moving towards Vera and stepping around the box on the floor. "My second album, the one that was all sappy love songs that did so well. They were all about you." She refuses to cry, keeping the tears threatening to spill at bay. "All those love songs have been about you."

[ofselenite]

cosima lets out a soft laugh as she takes the bills, fingers brushing the bar before she grabs a glass. “favorite bartender, huh? careful — say things like that and i might start charging extra,” she says, tone all warmth and no bite. she pours the coke, slides it over with a pointed look. “good call. gotta stay sharp if you’ve got a hot date lined up.” a beat — then her mouth quirks. “that being said… white girl wasted confessions do sound tempting. ex drama is practically a bar currency.” she leans in just slightly. “finish that, keep me company while i work, and when i’m off? you can tell me everything. how's that sound?”

[ofopalites-archive]

"ISN'T TELLING YOU THAT YOU'RE MY FAVORITE BARTENDER SUPPOSED TO GET ME A DISCOUNT OR SOMETHING? Not charged extra." Pandora fakes outrage, letting her hand cover her heart like she's really hurt. "Just for that, I'm taking my business else somewhere where they'd appreciate me more." She makes no move to actually leave her spot at the bar, fingers wrapping around the coke as it slides to her. "Think I can get her to make out with me if I keep complimenting her, or should I pull the ultimate move by hitting on her until she feels uncomfortable?" She takes a sip of the Coke in front of her, winking at Cosmia as she does so. It's a joke, one she only mostly means. "I'm this close to looking for a new apartment because I cannot do this right now. After everything I just had to move to the same apartment building. I'm curse Cos, I swear it."

[perfectworldmp3]

🫂 starter: open @arconiastarters

📍location: bark park

"Hey,hi, um... hello,” Ben called awkwardly, one hand raised to get the person’s attention while the other grabbed at the fabric of his pants, trying to subtly free himself from the thing attempting to eat his leg.

“Is this…” He waved his hand in the air, gesturing toward the dog growling and forcefully tugging at him. “…yours?” he asked, a strained smile on his lips as if he were trying to act like the situation was completely normal and as if he wasn't extremely scared and uncomfortable.

[ofopalites-archive]

PANDORA ISN'T EXACTLY SURE WHY SHE'S HANGING OUT AT THE DOG PARK, she doesn't have a dog of her own so there's not much need for her to hang out there. But there's something almost therapeutic about watching the dogs run around without a care in the world, so here she is. She's brought of her thoughts by a voice near her, a growling noise accompanying it. "Oh no, I'd never let my dog do that," Pandora's up, moving towards the dog like she'd be able to help. She pulls gently on the dog's collar, hoping it will make it drop the man's pant leg. She lets out a small relief as the dog lets go, running off to terrorize someone else. "I'm more of a fish person, less to take care of and less likely to randomly bite strangers for no apparent reason."

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[heatedrivalrysource]

Hudson Williams backstage at SNL

[ofopalites-archive]

who: elias & open ( @arconiastarters ) where: deja brew DEJA BREW IS PACKED, a common occurrence for an apartment complex as big as this and being the only coffee shop within the walls of said complex. So it's a little bit of a surprise when Eli manages to get a whole table all to himself after getting the biggest coffee the girl at the counter would sell him. He's just about to take a sip of it, fingers already pulling up his FYP on TikTok, when a shadow blocks the overhead lighting. "You can have the extra seat, but fair warning. All I've talked about lately is Punch the Monkey and I have a lot of feelings about it."

[bloomedwarmth]

oh god, oh god, oh god. the first thing vera notices is that pandora wears the exact same perfume, even through a stuffy nose she can tell, a curse she hates because it just reminds her of feeling at home. she wasn't felt at home for a long time, unless she's with liam, but that's different, that's not dora. who, she gets a peak at, and doesn't look all that happy and even though she's hiding that? vera knows her - somehow she knows it's just an act. so her own expression schools and she hums. heartbreak, the word catches her by surprise, although she doesn't want to assume someone like pandora, someone so perfect, at least to her would be upset over a woman like vera. "i - your music is great, i love your music, that's not fair, dora, i'm sorry. they're missing out," no embellishment or hint of a lie, just all truth. although vera was never great at being honest with herself about herself? something like this would never be a lie. but then, she sneezes again into her jacket-covered arm, sniffles, and groans. "defenitely not visiting, i feel like crap, no one deserves my germs. i've lived here since.. uh," why sugar coat it? "since i left. i work on the main floor, it's an easy commute." shut up, vera. she doesn't care. "do you need help with your stuff or.. is that the last of it?"

[ofopalites-archive]

THERE'S A SMALL MOMENT where Pandora considers pressing the button for the next floor and just bolting. Leaving this elevator and Vera and everything that's happening right now. But she does need to get this box up to her apartment, so suffering through this it is. "Apparently you can't make a whole heartbreak album and expect it do well or some other bullshit. Gotta have a few happy songs in there as well." She's said her part, the past part of the whole fuckery that has become her life in the past couple of years. At least she's still writing songs and they're still being played on the radio and people are still liking them. Pandora can do nothing but blink when Vera explains she's lived her since that night she walked out on her. "Does this building have awful reception or you just forgot to call and tell me you weren't kidnapped or dead somewhere?" She's getting angry now, the resentment that had been building up since that night slowly spilling over. "Or did I just mean so little to you that you couldn't even tell me you were leaving before I came back to all your stuff gone and no idea where my best friend went." She's desperate to get out of the elevator now, tears threatening to spill over where they've pooled. "Just go back to ignoring me or pretending I don't exist or whatever else you've been doing. I don't need your help."

[bloomedwarmth]

eyes roll toward her friend, a huff following. she can’t help it, “my boss made me, kai,” she can’t even reach out to slap the others hand away, just pouts. reaching out, she swipes the fork back, vera flopping back in her chair. “hey! that’s mine, and i’m suffering a loveless life, let me live.” god, she’s so pouty, she can’t help it. “i’ve been thinking all day of texting you know who, but thankfully that involves unblocking and i don’t have it in me to do the extra steps. plus like.. what do i even say? heyyyy, sorry i blocked you?” head shakes, but then her eyes narrow, curious at the others phone. “what’re you doing?”

[ofopalites-archive]

An obnoxious bite follows Vera taking the fork back, an urge to chew as loudly as possible suddenly taking over Kai. But she's been raised with some manners. "Yes because I'm so desperately in love with my gorgeous wife over here myself." An eye roll follows their words, her own love life as empty as the dating apps she keeps downloading and never suing. "Voldemort? Didn't peg you for a no nose-type of gal, but the more you know." It's a dumb reference, an outdated on at that. "Sounds like a you problem, caused by your own bout of internal homophobia after kissing a pretty girl." When Vera's attention catches on their phone, she's pulling it away slightly. "Not taking advantage of how desperate women are right now and giving them a better date than any man could. The only real perk of this made up holiday."

[bloomedwarmth]

of course the winter weather would finally get to her, she’s just come back from the doctor with a bag of medication, an ear infection, sinus infection. her head is pounding so once she’s in the elevator, doors almost close behind her. almost, until she hears the voice. honestly, for a minute? she thinks she’s hallucinating, her fever high, until the other slips into the machine and the doors close. breath catches because when she twists her head to the other occupant? it’s confirmed. pandora.

“yeah, moving is hell, especially in the city,” but then she sneezes her inner elbow instantly coming up to cover. maybe she’s sick enough that her voice won’t be recognized, but when the other woman asks her to press the eight? she knows she’s screwed. “sorry, i guess the winter got to me.” with a sniffle, she’s moving forward, less hidden by the box as she presses the number eight. and suddenly, there she is in all her glory. the girl vera had kissed before a recording session and then promptly left. the sight of her, a real look? it has the french canadians heart snapping all over again, even though she’d done this to herself. “dora.. hey. i uh.. didn’t know you moved back.” apparently her day could in fact get worse.

[ofopalites-archive]

There's the briefest moment where Pandora considers dropping the box she's holding and bolting for the door that still hasn't fully closed. But then it's closed and she's stuck in an elevator. With the woman who'd kissed her and then ghosted her. "You have got to be kidding me." She does drop the box at that, the thud of it making her jump slightly before her face is settling into something she hopes is a neutral expression. "Record label dropped me after I couldn't write anything but heartbreak songs, so I figured I'd move where my brother is." Panda isn't sure why she's explaining this to Vera. The other woman had lost the right to know anything about her when she packed up everything she owned and left Pandora with an empty apartment. "Now all those sad songs you hear other people singing are mine, just not me singing them." She leans down to pick up the box she'd dropped, staring at the numbers slowly rising on the elevator. "I'm guess you live here too now? Or are you visiting someone?"

[lifeslived]

→ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗗 : @ofopalites ! → 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : elevator ! → 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 : nil !

"     𝗶     𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱     𝗶𝘁     𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲     𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀     .     "    scratching     awkwardly     at     her     arm     .     "     i     mean     ,     i     know     ⸻     i     know     it     doesn't     do     anything     ,     but     i     wanted     to     be     involved     you     know     ?     "

[ofopalites-archive]

They watch as the woman pushes the button multiple times, trying to hold back a laugh. "There's a trick to it," Mar's words are soft and they approach the elevator. A quick kick to the buttons panel had the doors opening. "Like magic," they say while entering the elevator with a wink. "There's no actual trick to it, that was just a coincidence I swear."

[glimmcr]

𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖱 … closed for @ofopalites 𝖢𝖴𝖱𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 … pink pier pop-up

"this place looks incredible!" esmeralda's eyes wandered around the colorful pier in wonder. "we have to try everything! nothing can be left behind. where do you want to start?" wanting nothing more than to rush off into the crowd and look at everything the pier had to offer, esme made sure to glance over at her companion and wait for them. "is there anything you wanted to make sure we don't miss?"

[ofopalites-archive]

"It's entirely too pink." Mar's certain there are other colors involved in Valentine's Day, reds, purples, and even some pale yellows have popped up in displays they've seen around recently, but this is pink overload. "Think they'll take a page out of Mexico's El Dia de Amor or are we sticking to fully commercialized American Valentine's?" Their arm loops gently through one of Esme's, certain that if they don't keep ahold of the woman she'll disappear into the pink. "Abulea always said you gotta start wtih good food for any holiday, so let's start there? I'm starving."

[ofselenite]

cosima wipes down the counter with a practiced flick of her wrist, sliding a cocktail shaker into place. the bar’s a little busier than usual, but she doesn’t miss a beat — eyes sharp, movements smooth. then she spots a familiar face, a grin tugging at her lips. she leans just enough over the bar, voice easy but warm, making sure she could be heard. “hey, fancy seeing you here,” she says, tilting her head. “what can i get you? and, if you’re free in about an hour, wanna hang out once i’m done covering this shift?” her grin widens a little, playful but genuine.

[ofopalites-archive]

"Almost like I planned on getting here while you were working just to see my favorite bartender." Panda's tone is playful, a grin of her own matching Cosmia's. She's leaning against the bar, taking up as much space as her little body possibly can. "Just a coke, got a hot date with a hot bartender later on and I'm trying to impress her." Her joke is accompanied by a wink, already sliding over a couple of dollars as a tip. "Unless you want to get white girl wasted and I tell you about how I moved to the same fucking apartment complex as my ex something or another that ghosted me. After your shift of course."

[glimmcr]

"i'm pretty sure there are plenty of tests out there to prove it's a twin thing," griffin shrugged as he spoke, not that surprised that piper had ended up down here. "now i would be more shocked if billie also walked through the door for the trifecta of belroses." it felt good to know that stir crazy really was going through all of their veins right now. "you know, sometimes i think that's why mom always told us to get out and find hobbies. i was way out of control when i was left to my own devices." at the mention of his favorite ball of floof, griffin's whole face lit up at the idea of watching frankie. "you know i am always willing to spoil my favorite little guy. honestly, pip, should i get a dog? or do i read more cat person?"

[ofopalites-archive]

"Speak her into existence and she just might show up. We can call it the Belrose curse of not being able to sit still." Piper's joking, the youngest of the bunch highly unlikely to make an appearance in the gym in the middle of the night. But stranger things have happened, her own twin standing before her a sign of that. "Yeah I'm sure Mom loved when I decided I was done coloring on boring old paper and started painting the walls of our apartment. Exactly what she meant when she told me to get a hobby I'm sure." Her tone is playful, dropping the water bottle she'd brought with her at the foot of the elliptical machine. "You give me fish dad vibes. Something super simple to take care of but you get terribly attached to it and fight anyone who dares make fun of your child."

[ofopalites-archive]

who: pandora & vera ( @bloomedcold ) where: the lobby of the arconia The last of Panda's moving boxes are on a cart, the last of her clothes if the writing on the box is anything to go off of. It's been a long drive from Nashville, her entire body aching from being trapped in a car with most of her belongings. At least she'd had her roadtrip playlist to blare to stay alert and more than enough Red Bull to keep her awake until she could crash in her new apartment. Maybe she should have taken up her mother's offer of getting a moving crew, or maybe she should've waited for her brother to be available to help her move, but this was something she wanted to do on her own. So she'd packed everything she'd owned into a rental car and moved before she could talk herself out of it. "Hey hold that elevator," Pandora calls, when she sees it's closing. Her view is mostly blocked by the box in her hands, meaning she can't see who is in the elevator with her, only that they've kept the doors open like she asked. "Moving is the worst, I shouldn't have done this after driving all night from Nashville." She nods towards the buttons, hands still holding the box of clothes. "Mind hitting the eighth floor for me, I'd do it myself but."

[ofopalites-archive]

( ella purnell, cis woman, she/him ) ✧ ⸻ was that PANDORA BECKETT walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to 806 from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. the 27 year old works as a SONGWRITER seems like they’d be CREATIVE but also a little bit GUARDED. whenever i see PANDA, i always think of JOURNALS WITH SCRIBBLED DOWN SONG LYRICS FILLING EVERY DRAWER IN YOUR APARTMENT, MUSIC BEING THE ONLY WAY TO FULLY EXPRESS YOURSELF, AND GUITAR STRINGS HANGING FROM A BULLETIN BOARD.

full  name:  pandora eloise beckett  /  nicknames:  panda, dora, doe, bear  /  gender  +  pronouns:  cis  woman  +  she/her  /  age  +  dob:  27  +  september 17th  /  occupation:  former country music star / current songwritier   /  orientation:  homosexual  homoromantic  /  relationship  status:  single

parents:  tbd beckeet (father, estranged), tbd beckett (mother) /  siblings:  augustus beckett (older brother)  /  other  relatives:  n/a / pet(s): none

born to a ballerina mother and a father that left shortly after she was born, pandora has always felt that she was destined for something great. her grandmother had been an olympic ice skater, so greatness just seemed like part of their bloodline. while the ice rink was nice enough to grow up around, it wasn't really what pandora wanted to do with her life. while her brother took the ice, panda was much more content to sit on the sidelines and cheer.

music became a quick escape, a way to make sense of the world around her and the feelings she was constantly feeling. a journal was her constant companion, a pen behind the ear to scribble whatever thought popped up into her head. she was constantly putting music to those thoughts, or turning them into poems. her mother encouraged her writing, entering her into poetry competitions and being her second biggest supporter of her writing after her brother.

pandora later how to play the guitar after begging her mother for one from a local thrift shop, she also learned to play piano from one of her grandmother's friends.

moved to nashville at 18, thinking it would help her get into the music industry. country music was the thing that caught her attention: she loved the storytelling of it all.

eventually signed on to record label and released her first album at 22. she toured very locally for it while writing what would become her second album. with the release of her second album, she moved to new york.

there she met vera, and eventually fell in love with the other woman. it was magical, it was what pandora thought was true love, and then.....it was gone. vera moved away in the middle of a recording session without so much as a goodbye. so pandora moved back to nashville to try to keep up with writing her next album.

pandora's third album was supposed to be a love album, something her record label wanted but she couldn't write anything that wasn't related to her heartbreak. her record label dropped her, but said she could keep writing songs for other artists they had signed if she wanted. so she took the money, got an apartment in the arconia, and send back her heartbreak songs to nashville for others to sing and win awards for.

she has released two albums under her own name: pandora's box (her debut album) & enchanted. a third album entitled sad, beautiful, tragic was supposed to be released a year ago, but never actually made it past the writing stage.

[dialdrvnks]

location: the elevator status: open to anyone !

"come on," lorenzo essentially whined as he repeatedly jammed his finger into the up bottom, casting a brief glance at the empty lobby. a rarity, he'd come to realize in his short time at the arconia - and definitely one he treasured. almost as much as he treasured a solitary elevator ride. of course, it didn't seem like he'd be so lucky as to experience both back to back, not with the elevator taking so long. "finally," he muttered as the elevator arrived, his hand already outstretched to press the close door button when someone follows him in. "going up?" he asks, trying to hide his annoyance as he jabs the button for the twelve floor.

[ofopalites-archive]

He barely makes the elevator, a fact that annoys Liam to no end. For someone that likes to be punctual, running behind is the absolute worst feeling. But it's not like he can rush cats and getting them to cooperate, so here he is rushing to get back to his apartment before the overstimulation settles too deep into his being. "Fifth floor, unless you want the ride to yourself." But then the doors are closing and the elevator's rising, so there goes that idea. "I don't think pushing the button repeatedly makes it go any faster." The statement is unnecessary, most people know that without it needing to be pointed out, but it's the only thing Liam can think of to say.