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MAX MITCHELL 3.04 Dead Weight
ꗃ ─── luciana & y/m , cryotearapy @ arconia's spa / capping at three ( 1/3 )
⧽ two minutes of full-body cryotherapy and she's breathing frost like zombie viserion, fingers still stiff even after a spa attendant wraps her in a fluffy robe. before she's even fully thawed, they usher her into an overheated room filled with couches and floor pillows. it's almost aggressively cozy. people sit in pairs, pressed too close, clutching fancy teacups and avoiding eye contact like they've been randomly assigned to each other with no explanation of what comes next. yeah, cryo was definitely a mistake, she thinks, eyes narrowing as they scan the scene. did she seriously just freeze her soul off for… tea ? and ⸺ maybe, luciana should have guessed the "tea" in cryotherapy wasn't a typo, but alas ! she's done spiritual cleansings before, mostly ones involving tequila and bad decisions, sure, but this couldn't be much worse. she lifts a steaming cup, letting the warmth hit her palms, and joins another partnerless resident. “ so, ” tone of voice low and conspiratorial, “ is this where we start trauma-bonding and confess our deepest secrets so the universe can heal us ? ”
cosima lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, still rubbing warmth back into her fingers as she eyes the room like it personally offended her. “god, i hope not,” she mutters, glancing at the too-close seating arrangements. she lifts her cup, testing the heat against her palms before taking a small sip, expression immediately skeptical. “i didn’t freeze half to death to trauma-bond with a stranger over tea,” she adds, voice low and dry. “if the universe wants my secrets, it can buy me a drink first.” her gaze flicks back to luciana, a hint of amusement settling in despite herself. “though if we are doing this,” she tilts her head slightly, “i’m setting the bar low. favorite bad decision, maybe. anything deeper feels like a scam.”
"Yeah, we're scamps." Atlas laughed. His dog had been a rescue but it really seemed like it was fate for Atlas to end up with a dog that was ridiculously similar to him. Once they went through the training for emotional support, Atlas and Mulder were the best team, in his opinion at least. He watched as the two dogs met each other with an amused expression. Every now and then, Mulder looked back at him as if checking for approval. "Good to meet you. You been living here long?" Atlas asked, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. It felt like every day there was someone new in the building. Or maybe it was that Atlas spent his time in the Arconia in 3 places: his apartment, the dog park, and the gym. Technically 4 with the indoor and outdoor parks but still. "Or have I just been rude and unsocial?"
cosima watches the dogs for a moment, a faint smile lingering as hades does a slow, deliberate circle before deciding mulder’s acceptable company. “good to meet you too,” she says, glancing back at atlas. “long enough to know everyone keeps mostly to themselves unless you give them a reason not to.” she shrugs lightly, easy about it. “so no, you’re not rude. just efficient.” her gaze flicks between him and the dogs again, then back. “i’m not around as much as i could be, anyway. i run a bar, the velvet cellar. so most of my time’s there. late nights, long hours, you know how it goes.” a small, knowing smirk tugs at her lips. “you’re more likely to run into me behind a counter than in the building. though,” she adds, nodding toward mulder, “seems like this is your territory.”
Her gut reaction was to deny that there was any possibility that she was panicking, would panic, or had ever panicked. Why lie though? It wasn't like Tabitha was judging her. "Do you not think that spite is a good enough reason?" Miray countered, still not ready to let her defensive guard fully down. "Yes please." She pushed out a slow exhale and started forward. "Did I interrupt you from something? I won't lie and say I don't need the help but..." How to say that Tabitha didn't need to feel any obligation towards helping her but that Miray wouldn't be able to handle not finding her cat by the end of the night.
tabitha let out a soft huff of amusement, falling into step beside her. “spite?” she echoed lightly. “okay, fair. that’s a strong motivator.” she reached for the stairwell door, pulling it open and peeking inside before glancing back. at the question, she shook her head without hesitation. “you didn’t interrupt anything,” she said simply with an added shrug, for good measure. “i’m here now, plus another set of eyes couldn't hurt, right?”
( ↻ ) a full on roommate experience wasn’t something she’s ever really had before. sure she could say she had that in college but realistically, she spent more time away from her dorm than actually in it. and she didn’t need a roommate but when the opportunity presented itself, she figured why not ? “ that’s good. i’m glad to hear it ! this city’s great. overwhelming at times but isn’t that with any huge metropolitan area ? ”
she sets her mug down on the coffee table and shifts in her seat so that she’s seated a bit more comfortably. “ still, i feel bad. i know i’m probably not the best roommate given my schedule. ” it’s a consistent schedule. it mostly consists of early mornings but she still tries her best to be considerate. “ i’m super glad too. i’m not a super big believer of fate and all that but it’s nice how things work out. maybe it’s just the city’s little superpower, y’know ? ”
serena’s expression softens right away, shaking her head gently. “no, hey, now, don’t feel bad,” she says warmly. “your schedule isn’t a problem. if anything, it makes the place feel… lived in.” she tucks her hands a little closer around her mug, voice quiet but honest. “it’s actually really nice, having someone else there. even if we’re on different rhythms.” a small pause, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “before this, i was in seattle, and it was just… me and bell. big house, too quiet. it started to feel like everything in it was just memories and… i don’t know, ghosts almost.” she lets out a soft breath, a faint, self-conscious smile following. clearly still hard to speak about. her gaze lifts again, warmer now. like shaking herself out of thinking about it. “so this? it’s different in a really good way. it feels comfortable.” she nods slightly at her last point. “and yeah! maybe it is the city. or just perfect timing. either way, i’m just really glad it worked out too. I was nervous about having a roommate at first, but you're so cool. nice too.”
the lounge is quiet enough to breathe in, which is exactly why she walks in after the call ends. meilin pauses by the entrance before spotting serena on the floor. the sight pulls a tired but genuine smile from her, and she steps in and leans her hip against the counter. “ is that work? ” she asks, nodding toward the notebook. “ that is probably the official sign you’re done. seriously, if you’re not in it, forcing it only makes it worse. ” the sympathetic smile evident on her face as she turns her phone in her hand, then adds with dry sarcasm, “ oh, nothing much on my end. i just got off a very civil conversation with my soon-to-be ex husband and needed somewhere to unwind. men are such a pain in the ass, even when they're trying to be decent about things. ”
serena’s expression softens immediately, the lightness from before easing into something more gentle and attentive. “yeah… it was supposed to be,” she admits quietly, glancing at the notebook before nudging it a little farther away. “i think you’re right. i hit my limit a while ago.” her focus shifts fully to meilin then, concern warm but not overwhelming. she sits up a little straighter, giving her her full attention. “i’m sorry,” she says softly. “even when things are… civil, it still takes a lot out of you.” a small pause, then a faint, understanding smile. “and yeah… they kind of have a talent for that.” she shifts the blanket slightly, making space beside her without making a big deal of it. “do you want to sit for a minute? you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. we can just… decompress.”
( ↻ ) “ i’ll never understand it. endangering one’s body like that should not be a badge of honor. i remember in college, there’d be people who brag about pulling all nighters, ” emiko shakes their head. “ i do agree that there’s a difference between fueling yourself and showing off. i used to be that way –– not about the showing off part ! just the fueling yourself part. that’s how i used to fuel caffeine but now i kinda just enjoy it for the ritual. it’s nice, y’know ? ”
sabrina nods lightly, a small, knowing smile settling in as she listens. “yeah,” she says, voice easy. “there’s something nice about slowing it down like that. making it… intentional instead of just functional.” she turns her cup slightly in her hands, watching the steam curl. “i think people forget it can be both. you can need the caffeine and still enjoy it. doesn’t have to be one or the other.” a soft huff of amusement follows. “but yeah, the whole ‘i haven’t slept in two days’ thing like it’s a personality trait? never got that. like at all.”
Atlas grinned. "Hey now, fitness is just as fun as anything else in life. Laughing is always allowed." He nodded along, waiting patiently as she explained. She sounded like a lot of people that were looking for some sort of guidance in starting their fitness journey. Or at least she sounded like the clients he preferred. Not the ones who were doing it for Instagram but because they actually wanted something out of it. "That's exactly what fitness can do! You put energy, you get out energy. I usually encourage people to start with what we called functional fitness. That means no marathons but building up strength for doing everyday things like lifting a carry-on into the overhead bin or carrying groceries up a few flights if the elevator goes out." Atlas forced himself to pause in his speech. "Of course it's not a miracle cure. Medical issues should still be treated by medical professionals." If he didn't combine his own fitness journey with therapy and medicine then he wouldn't be standing there. "Tell me more about you, Sofia. We can talk and get warmed up on the treadmill."
sofia looks a little surprised when the conversation keeps flowing so easily. she’d half expected the usual awkward small talk or the kind of enthusiasm that felt forced—first impressions often went that way for her. maybe that was just the pessimist in her. but atlas seems genuine, and that softens the guarded edge she usually carries. she nods slowly as he explains, stepping onto the treadmill beside him. “functional fitness actually sounds… reasonable,” she admits, a faint smile appearing. at his invitation, she thinks for a moment, one hand lightly resting on the bar as the treadmill begins to move. “well,” she says, a little more thoughtful now, “i’m a mortician. so most of my days are… quiet, but intense. a lot of standing, a lot of focus, and not a lot of time where i’m doing something for myself.” she pauses briefly, glancing sideways at him, almost waiting for the usual reaction. most of the time when she says it, the conversation changes. people either get awkward, suddenly fascinated in a morbid way, or they pull back like she’s admitted to something strange about herself. she’s gotten used to it—polite smiles, quick subject changes, that subtle shift where people decide she’s a little unusual. “i take the work seriously.. i have to.. but it doesn’t always leave much room to just be… me.” she glances back at the treadmill display, then over to him again. “so exercising seemed like it might be one thing that’s actually for me. and maybe,” she adds with a small breath of a laugh, “a way to have a little more energy that doesn’t come from coffee.”
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charlotte leaned back slightly, a relaxed smile on her face. “hey,” she called softly, voice carrying just enough for the other to hear. “thought i’ might find you here—what’s on your mind?”
It wasn't like she sought out Tabitha in her moment of need but truthfully, Miray was relieved. This was someone who Blair loved (not that it was a factor in her breaking off whatever had been going on between them) and had already seen Miray cry when said cat was choking on something and needed kitty Heimlich. The love of pets sure could shatter any veneer of calm and collected. "I don't know, Tabs. I had the door open for half a minute to carry something in and she may have gotten past me. She may still be in the apartment but I don't think so. She didn't even come out for the wet food."
tabitha’s expression softened immediately, partially because of it being miray and because she cared for the other. concern replacing the easy calm she usually carried. she glanced down the hall again, already thinking through the usual hiding spots a cat might claim. “hey,” she said gently, stepping a little closer. “don’t panic yet.” one hand lifted in a small, reassuring gesture. “if she slipped out, she’s probably nearby. cats like blair don’t wander far unless they have a reason.” her eyes flicked back to miray, steady and encouraging. “want help checking the hall and stairwell?”
( ↻ ) “ you won’t get any complaints from me. i’m from chicago. freezing cold winters are the norm. ” sloane’s gaze also travels towards the window. with the snow sticking, it’s only a matter of time before they’re really in the thick of it. she refocuses her attention on margot. “ y’know, has anyone ever told you that you’re a very pensive person ? ” tone is said in jest but it doesn’t make it any less true. as direct as margot is, any conversation she’s had with them has always felt like a philosophical debate. it’s not terrible. just different.
margot’s brow lifts slightly at that, the faintest trace of amusement crossing her expression before she glances back toward the window, watching the snow gather along the street. “pensive,” she repeats, as if testing the word. “that’s a polite way of putting it.” her gaze drifts back to sloane, calm and measured as always. “when you spend most of your time anticipating other people’s bad decisions, you get used to… thinking a few steps ahead.” she shrugs lightly, as if it’s the most ordinary thing in the world. “but i promise i’m not trying to turn every conversation into a philosophical exercise.” the corner of her mouth tilts faintly. “sometimes i’m just watching the snow.”
"Like his father." Atlas chuckled as he jogged up to where his dog was acting like an absolute clown. Surprise surprise. As soon as the shepherd was able to let loose he did, all in the hopes to impress another dog and their owner that would hopefully have treats. "He'd love something like that." The possibility of entering Mulder in doggie Olympics had crossed his mind once or twice but Atlas thought his dog was better suited for gym life. Nothing like a cute dog as motivation for 400 meter sprints. After a short whistle, Mulder stopped and trotted to Atlas's side like he hadn't been an absolute goof. "He's just not been doing great with the weather changes. Trapped inside for a week then sweating the next. I tried to explain the climate crisis to him but he won't listen." Mulder looked up with his head half cocked, tongue flopped out. "Go take a lap." Atlas said and Mulder took off again. "I'm Atlas, by the way. That's Mulder."
cosima watches the whole exchange with clear amusement, one hand resting loosely on hades’ leash while the other is still scratching behind his ear. “like his father, huh?” she echoes with a smirk, glancing between atlas and the dog. “bold claim.” she crouches slightly, unclipping hades’ leash with a soft click. “go on,” she murmurs to him, giving his collar a light pat. “you’re allowed to have friends.” hades hesitates for exactly half a second, dignity intact, before trotting off to investigate mulder with the cautious air of someone evaluating a very energetic coworker. she straightens, brushing her hands together. “i’m cosima,” she says, nodding toward her own dog now checking out the other dog. “and that mildly dramatic creature over there is hades.”
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"you're welcome, babe," term of endearment is soft, one reserved for her truest of friends and she nods in agreement. "something strong, you've got it," with that, she's turned on her heel, heading toward the counter. a large caramel latte with a shot of espresso and her own chai latte later, as well as a bagel for them to share, vera's moving to sit across from her. "got us a bagel to share too, figured you probably haven't eaten."
sofia’s shoulders relax a little when vera returns, the smell of coffee and warm bagel; for a second she just looks at it—like it hadn’t occurred to her until that moment how hungry she actually was. “you figured right,” she admits with a small, sheepish laugh, reaching for the bagel almost immediately. “i don’t think i’ve eaten since… last night?” she tears off a piece rather than bothering with an actual bite, though she still waits a beat before taking a bite. “you’re a lifesaver,” she adds softly after swallowing, wrapping both hands around the coffee. her gaze lifts back to vera, softer now. “seriously. i would’ve just kept running on coffee and vibes for the rest of the day.” another bite of bagel, smaller this time. “how did you know, though?” she asks, a little curious now. “do i look that bad?” a faint smile tugs at her mouth, teasing, but there’s genuine appreciation in her voice.
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charlotte stepped forward with a bright smile, arms opening instinctively as she greeted hayden with a warm hug. “hey, it’s so good to see you,” she said, her voice soft but full of happiness. she pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes sparkling. “i'm so happy to see you, and i’m really glad we get to spend some time together—feels like it’s been way too long.”
THE ADVICE SHE RECEIVES is actually quite good, and cordelia can’t hide her surprise. the smile that grazes her features is instantaneous, barely there, but it’s still present, soft and mild. “ oh, so you know your wines, ” she points out, not devoid of certain admiration. “ i like your review, especially because i agree with you. i’ve never been a huge fan of merlot, personally, and pinot noir is my favorite vine, but it seems today i decided to be … indecisive. ” a strange thing, certainly, but not completely uncommon when it came to gifts. “ i think i’ll go with this one, then. ” she decides, holding the pinot noir a little higher, and then hands it to the vendor, returning the merlot to the table. with her attention back to cosima, she can’t help her curiosity ( today was truly a rare day ). “ can i ask where you learned so much about wines ? ”
cosima’s mouth curves slightly at that, like the question amuses her more than flatters her. she reaches out, turning one of the bottles on the table absently so the label faces forward again before looking back to cordelia. “i’d hope so,” she says lightly. “i’m a craft brewer, a wine enthusiast, and i make my own wine, occupational hazard.” her gaze flicks to the pinot noir now being handed off, approval settling easily in her expression. “good choice, by the way. pinot noir’s got personality. merlot can be lovely, but half the time it feels like it’s trying a little too hard to be agreeable.” she leans a shoulder against the edge of the stand, casual but composed. “most of what i know came from working around it. tasting, experimenting, ruining a few batches along the way.” a small, unapologetic shrug. “you learn quickly when it’s your money and your reputation in the bottle.” her eyes return to cordelia, curious now. “buying it as a gift, or for yourself?”
"we.. didn't really talk about it, it just happened a time or two, and then it didn't stop happening, and now here i am," maybe they should've spoken about it and maybe it's because she's perceptive but she notices the sharpened gaze, her own face screwing up just slightly. "do you know her?" a lot of people know of her, but this seems different. "'cause, your eyes did this thing." now she's a little panicked, but she nods. "yeah, me too. i'm gonna.. work on it, i think. give her a little space and then hopefully have the chance to beg for her forgiveness."
cosima lets out a short, amused chuckle, shaking her head just slightly. “pandora, huh… yeah, i know her,” she says, voice easy but steady. “look, i'm pretty damn honest — i can be impartial, without taking sides.” she leans a little on the counter, eyes softening as she notices the flinch in the other’s expression. “space is good. give her a bit, let things cool down, and then… yeah, a little humility goes a long way. no need for dramatics.” her tone softens just a bit, encouraging. “you’ll figure it out. just… take it one step at a time. and if you need someone to listen i'm here.”