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@rainbowxsouls
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high...
Tabitha Feldman : she/they : 28 : Vet (Ella Purnell)
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Piper Castillo : she/her : 35 : Lawyer (Melissa Barrera)
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“Not the fun kind. ‘Motivational’ stuff,” she replied, placing the word “motivational” in air-quotes. “My brother and I are adopted so she’s written a lot about that. I don’t like it because she makes us go to her boring book events sometimes.” She stared at Tabitha’s hands as she rolled up the sandwich bread, not understanding why she was doing that. “Why’d you eat the bread like that? And what’s Twilight rp? I know what Twilight is, but not rp. Speaking of Twilight, did you read all the books?” Her parents wouldn’t let her read the last one because it was “inappropriate.”
Tabby nodded seriously. She'd seen shows on tv with motivational speakers and a lot of it seemed dumb to her, but it would be mean and rude to say that. Even though Billie would probably agree with her. People walking around a big stage telling others to just be happy, as if that solved their problems. She stopped suddenly when Billie pointed out her bread rolls. "Oh uh, I don't know. I just like doing it and eating it like that. I don't do it to the whole sandwich, but that's how I like to eat it I guess. Um, as for RP, that's writing stories with other people on the internet. Playing pretend like you're the character. I originally started with a Harry Potter one from Mugglenet, but now I'm all about Twilight. I did read all the books, I did not like the last one. I thought it was so dumb how it all ended, but don't worry, I won't spoil it for you. If you wanted, I could let you borrow it? I could keep it in my locker for you." Maybe Billie could be a new friend? Tabby didn't care that she was younger, just that she was nice.
"A roller coaster? Right now? Why did you let me eat so many corn dogs if you wanted to go on a fast ride?" Jason groaned as he leaned back in his seat. Corndogs were his secret weakness and he may have over indulged in the crispy snack. "I think we should do a show or the PeopleMover again?" They had spent the first half of their day taking way too many character pictures and riding all the rides Magic Kingdom had to offer before settling into a late lunch. He looked over at Des. "I'm cool with holding bags if you guys wanna go on the ride."
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he sat privy to his younger siblings' utter ridiculousness, a smile, easily indicative of fondness for the pair and their small quarrels, never once leaving his features. des knew that they could hash it out amongst themselves, cleaning up the carnage of paper towels and split condiment bags into a neat pile in the meantime, only waiting for the impending moment in which his tie-breaking services would be requested. " i'm definitely veto'ing the show — i can't stand to be motionless for a whole other hour, " was his contribution in the meantime. " but you're not going to just hold our bags, that's so boring. we didn't come all the way here for you to hold bags. " another swig of his water bottle, the humidity already abysmal for a mere february. " you think the peoplemover will give us enough time for you to digest all those dogs, jace? "
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Tabby scrunched her nose, her cheeks a little red from the afternoon sun. "I'm not saying I want to ride it right this second! I'm just saying I want to go on it again at some point. The wait is too long right now anyway." Probably the first thing they'd do after lunch was a bathroom break. She wanted to make sure her white button down was still tucked in. "I'm down for the PeopleMover and some other slow rides. We could probably go right from there to Buzz Lightyear or into Fantasyland to do Haunted Mansion or Pirates. But no more shows, the kids screaming/singing took me out of it." She watched Des make a little mountain of their trash, unbearably fond. She pushed over her empty tray for him to use, that way they could just dump their trash and go.
"How you doing Des? You want more water?" She asked, knowing her usual pace of go, go, go could be a lot, even for someone she grew up with. "If either of you want more time to just sit, we can. I don't want to drag you both around. Let's sit and talk, that's fine by me."
Closed Starter for: @ilovethismood, @sundayloves
Location: Walt Disney World, February 2023
The 3 o'clock parade was due to start in a half hour but Tabby was mainly focused on eating as many mini corndogs as Casey's Corner would allow her to. Vet school was kicking her ass and this trip was well deserved and needed. When her brothers had called asking to come down to Florida and celebrate Tabby demanded asked for a small trip to Disney instead of just a fancy dinner at a random restaurant. She had missed her brothers so much, missed everyone so much.
"I think all I need is one more ride on Space Mountain, and that'll crack my back enough to get these kinks out. I swear I'm going to end up permanently hunched from bending over lab tables all day." She joked, looking over at her brothers across the table.
open starter ─── located deep in the stacks of lois and found, standing right before a painting hung on the wall. (@ciderstarters)
her attention is all-encompassing, marked with the surefire micro-expressions of nothing other than concentration and focus. a crease, seated between two brows, only furthered by eyes narrowed and a chewed lip out of habit. it was this portrait, something pulled straight out of a vintage movie or a horror flick, or perhaps both all combined into one: a family, blank faces and upright stances, surely adorned in their finest garb. " i feel like it's... haunted? " she doesn't mean to speak, it more so tumbles out on instinct, as if monty's own psyche is searching for respite in the figure looming near, surely someone who would much rather just shop unbothered by someone spooked by a mere portrait. " do you think i'm cursed now? like, is a spirit going to go home with me, just 'cause i made eye contact with 'em? "
Piper didn't often go to the thrift store, at least not anymore. The days where she wore someone else's hand-me-downs were long gone. But she was trying to get more involved with the town, instead of just being a recluse. So, while she wouldn't be volunteering or joining a parade anytime soon, she would spend her money in town. She was currently looking at frames, having a few pictures at home that deserved nicer ones. "Hmm, perhaps. But I don't really believe in that stuff. Besides, aren't most ghost attached to objects? So you'd have to bring the portrait home to be haunted. That's what happens in the movies. The idiot couple buys a bed that someone died in or a jewelry box of a woman scorned, etc."
Roman flushes slightly at the praise, flag of pale pink lifting in his cheeks. “I’ve never really…thought about getting a pet, before,” he admits, smiling as he watches Tom’s elevator butt lift into the air. “But there were these fliers at the library, and I just, um, went in. And then I saw him.” He smiles again as Tom Bombadill flops over, seemingly happy to have two people paying attention to him at the same time. “They…they were advertising for younger kittens, but I saw him and he, um, he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. So I couldn’t just leave him.” He listens intently as she advises him, nodding slightly to let her know that he’s listening. “Do you, um…do you recommend any other toys?” he says. “I think he likes, um, those wand toys? But I worry the feathers will come off and he’ll…he’ll eat them.”
"I'm glad you did. I'm glad you gave this guy a good home. Now you're both happy." Tabby said simply. While she would never begrudge someone if animals weren't their thing, it always made her smile when someone became a pet owner. It was obvious to her how much Roman really cared about Tom. "Cats can be silly little creatures, I'd recommend a ball of tin foil just as soon as a fancy toy. They love cardboard boxes and tunnels and places they can hide. But if you're interested in wand toys but nervous about the feathers, they sell some with crinkly toys at the end. So if it snaps, the pieces are way too big to eat. Do you know if he was feral before? Or the people you got him from had him from an indoor litter? Because unless he's already hunted and eaten bird, I doubt the plain feathers would interest him."
“A rainbow gradient would really hit during pride,” Shreya hummed, “but, trust, it would slay throughout the year too. Just saying… missed opportunity.” She studied the rhinestones for a moment, “But you're probably right. It would be soooo much work. Hours and hours.” Probably too long to be worth it. Shreya ran her fingers over the already stuck rhinestones, “Are you using glue? Or holding onto the hope that the adhesive on the back is strong enough?” Here she was acting like an engineer or something – as if she knew a single thing about cars or glue.
"Ooh definitely! Maybe if I had a silver car, so the colors would show up better. But since my car's paint is on the darker side, I figured choosing a similar color for the rhinestones made the most sense." Tabby said, putting a mental pin in the idea of a rainbow car. Maybe for their next one, whenever that would be. "Nope, I'm using glue. Industrial strength stuff. These don't even have an adhesive backing, they're just plain rhinestones. That's what all the videos showed, so that's what I'm doing. And if they fall off, I'll either glue it back on or let it go. I'm not exactly driving a Rolls Royce, you know?"
“Unfortunately, some kids are scared of dogsDanny gets a little too excited when people come over, so he’s usually in my bedroom to avoid him jumping on people.” He had to start doing that after his dog tackled a ten-year-old to the ground last summer. “I actually do have one adult student! But most of the time, it’s kids ages 8-12. It’s not through the school, just a side hustle I have.”
"That's true, the little things. Danny's a bigger dog too, so even though he's nice and friendly, I imagine it could be scary for a kid. Especially if they're the same size." Tabby said, gently petting the dog in question, who was happily laying on the warm pavement. "That's cool though! It at least gives you something different. You can curse if you need to!"
"Oh sure! Though you can come by whenever and see them. I'm always adding more stuff to the car." Margot had an infinity to doodle and often times found herself adding small flowers to her car or little cat ears on the back pocket of her jeans. "Ooh outside lunch is always a plus of a happy work day. I've been good as well. I bought myself a Nespresso maker as a birthday present a few weeks ago and it's everything I dreamed it would be. Then I started re-watching Gilmore Girls for the 1,000th time."
"Good to know. One day you'll roll up and you'll be in a completely different car, all decked out. I'll have to go on a journey to find you inside it." Tabby watched as the clouds moved across the sky, making Margot's hair look lighter in the newly revealed sunshine. It was very pretty. "That sounds awesome, I'm very happy for you. I still have my old Keurig but I'm not the biggest coffee drinker so it works. But I'm glad it's everything you wanted." They said sincerely. "Huh, you know I've never watched that show. It's on my list but my list of things to watch is very long."
rory isn't quite sure what he was expecting after it all happened; maybe people becoming more helicopter, maybe people thinking less of him for whatever reason — but that hasn't really happened that much. exceedingly nice, actually, which maybe says more about him than it does about everybody else. he appreciates tabby's gentle energy and patience with him more than his vocabulary can describe. “yeah, your algorithm must've thought you wanted to see ten billion other ones. that's kinda dangerous – like - what if i start liking videos of weird shit?” he doesn't even really use socials, not that much, so why he's suddenly scared of it remains unknown. his head nods as they speak, thinking about it. “a funny one? like a prank?” taps his foot against the ground as his brain overs to think of ideas. “it's not spooky, but there's a big frog shaped rock in new hampshire that'd be cool to see.”
"Well then, I guess, maybe secretly you want to see weird shit. Sure, there's the odd outlier, but Rory, do you want to see weird shit? And what even qualifies as weird shit?" Tabby asked, raising their eyebrow in a tease. Not like they really had room to talk, their own algorithm showed the strangest things. "Not like pranks, I don't like pranks. I find that they're usually not very nice or funny. No, I had the idea for a not spooky video as kind of a welcome back thing. I mentioned it to Jackie and she seemed interested and so now I'm getting your opinion. I was thinking it could be cool to get viewer questions and answer them in a video. That way we remind everyone of who we are, say where we've been, and drum up excitement for our next spooky video. But that frog rock sounds cool. We should try to do a road trip! Maybe go up and down the coast looking for weird, supernatural landmarks. Rory, that's genius!"
“My mom does work at home sometimes, but when she’s working, she locks herself in her office. She’s an author and a motivational speaker.” People really liked her books, but Billie wished her mom would stop writing and have a normal people job. “You don’t like kissing boys? Is it because you like kissing girls instead? My brother told me that girls kiss each other sometimes and that’s okay as long as both girls want to be kissing.” Billie started thinking about Ashley and plotting revenge, partially zoning out from Tabitha’s monologue about normalcy. She had known Ashley for years from living in the same neighborhood. They weren’t close friends, but their parents were friendly, so they were more friends by association than anything. Ashley was already on thin ice with Billie for being a flake and missing her birthday party last spring, and now she was spilling juice on people on purpose. She zoned back in when Doctor Who came up. “I’ve seen a few episodes, but not a whole lot.”
"That's really cool! What type of books does she write? I've thought about being a writer, my Dad says I have a pretty good imagination. But I don't know, I feel like I'm good at making up stories, but not finishing them." Tabby said, ripping apart the bread from her sandwich and rolling it into little balls. Then she laid them out one by one on a napkin and ate them slowly. "I don't know, maybe? It's not that I don't like boys, it's just that the ones in my grade are dumb and ugly. Girls are always prettier and they have better smelling soap, so I guess maybe I do want to kiss them. Honestly, and this is a secret so don't tell, but I don't really want to kiss anyone right now. I'm too busy with my Twilight rp anyway. Maybe once I'm in high school I'll start kissing people. I better grow out of my awkward phase, that's all I'm saying." Thank god Tabby was basically allowed unfettered internet access. Truthfully her parents probably had the least to worry about with her. All she did after coming home from school was pretend she was a vampire on the internet. "I really like it, but if I watch too many episodes at once, I start copying the accents and it annoys people."
" truly, and the club always smells like sweat and beer so it makes no logical sense. " an amused roll of blue eyes. " oh yeah we used to do it with joints too, pathetic in a way but could also be totally sexy. i've definitely used it as a means to flirt. " as the other lifted the her cigarette, the girl leaned in closer and took a hit to light the others roll. " i'm lex and i'm always flexible when it comes to the order of taking names or touching butts. "
"Isn't that why anyone did it? Whether it's using the butt of yours or pulling out a lighter when the other person doesn't have one, it works. Can't argue with statistics. Every time I ever lit a pretty girl's cigarette, I got laid." Piper said with a pleased shrug. Meant as a brag, and a fact, and an example of her skills. The end of her cigarette lit and she sucked in, blowing out smoke away from their faces. "It's nice to meet you. Thank you. Anyway, you deserve much better than some drunk loser in an alley. Do you need a ride home baby?"
CHER Dateline NBC (1996)
"pink is perfect," she assures tabby, happily taking the glass and clinking her glass against tabby's. takes a hearty sip right after, nodding at the pleasant medium bodied taste. "to girl's night !" she laughs, glad that the two were already settling into a comfortable rhythm for the night. she always worried with new friends, but should've expected that she wouldn't have to with someone already so similar to herself. "i think they all mesh together really well," eyes wander around the room, still taking everything in. thought back to the days she'd had a roommate of their own, nearly shuddering because they were not able to mesh their tastes nearly as well as tabby and vada had. "i need to use etsy more ! i'm so much more of an in person shopper, i need to have my hands on what i want right when i want it," she's an impatient woman, but at least she knows this about herself. antique shops and estate sales had always been her alley for that very reason. eyes widen slightly at the charcuterie board, before she falls into a fit of giggles. sure enough, it exactly remembered the 's' she'd spent so much time of her adolesence perfecting. "okay, that's literally PERFECT," following tabby to the living room, already making herself comfortable on the couch and pulling one of their couch pillows onto her lap. "what's the best find you've gotten so far ?"
The sound of clinking glass makes Tabby light up, bubbly in her happiness, just like the wine. She corks the bottle so it won't go flat as they drink and hands it to Ofeliya so she can grab the board. Yowler is in his tank down the hall and Flora is dozing in her pet bed. "Thanks! I'm always looking for something fun. I wouldn't be surprised if the people at Home Goods know me by name. I say I'm going to just browse but I always end up bringing something home. Vada really puts up with a lot." Tabby laughed, shaking her head at herself. "But I do know what you mean. Sometimes the only way to do it, is in person. For household essentials or stuff you already know is fine, online works. But I think going into the store and trying stuff on or feeling the material. Seeing how big it actually is." Tabby hands Ofeliya a tiny fork, so she can start grabbing things from the board. Truthfully Tabby doesn't care if she used her hands, but some people are a little more cautious about germs and she wants to be accommodating. Friendship takes time and consideration. "On Etsy? Oh, well I found this seller who makes movie accurate jewelry. I bought this brooch that looks just like the one Sarah wears in Labyrinth. I love it so much and it's so beautiful, even by itself."
she laughs, leaning her head against tabby’s shoulder. " i know you are. " it’s not often she lets people see this softer side of her, but living together means tabby gets to see the parts of her she usually keeps tucked away. there’s something about tabby’s presence that feels comforting, and she appreciates her asking, even if vada never really knows what to say when it comes to her own emotions. " i guess i’m not most people then, " she mutters, staring down at the beer can in her hand. peace and happiness. now that she thinks about it, she’s never really sought either of those things. maybe that’s why she doesn’t know what to do when they finally come around. " i don’t know. performing at the open mic really made me happy. me and the girls are working on some new stuff for the band . . . kinda feels like i’m finding myself again, you know? " the words leave a smile on her lips, a rare moment of honesty that’s quickly followed by another laugh at tabby’s words. " you’re telling me i’ve actually been dead this whole fucking time? fuck! how did i not know? " she turns to tabby again, a playful smile tugging at her mouth. " so what now? we gotta find my hot dead body somewhere out there so i can finally move on? "
"No, you're better. But I think this is something really exciting. I mean, you were part of this super kickass band and I know you've been feeling so blah lately. The fact that performing again brought back a spark, I think you should chase it. You have real talent and I think when you're with the other girls, you all shine. I think you all could really make it work this time around." Tabby said, the door of the fridge cold against her back. "Not to mention all the cool points I'll get if I'm living with a rockstar. My younger cousins will be so impressed. But seriously, if performing again made you feel like this, I think you should talk to the others. You know, get the band back together!" She shoved her fists up, the 'rock on' sign on both hands. "Well according to FNAF lore, yes. There was this story in one of the books where basically if your body is undiscovered, your soul wanders around, unaware that they're even dead. Then if you, as a spirit, see your body and there's justice, you can be at peace. Unless you're imbued with Agony, but then we have to get into the whole haunted metal thing, and did he know about possession before the MCI or after, and it's too much to get into now. You want another beer? Maybe something to soak up the booze?"
“hey, you sound like my agent.” although she hadn’t said cute, she’d said marketable. but it’s all the same to todd’s ego, anyway. tabby seems nervous to say it, but he’s hoping the easy way he takes the compliment makes her more comfortable. “no, you’re right. no one’s immune. I wouldn’t call this a fresh start for me, though. I have a little history with this place, and I came here because of that. if I wanted a fresh start, I would’ve gone to europe or something.” he’d wanted to be closer to the good memories, the last bit of blind hope. then he’d fucked it all up, so maybe a fresh start would be a good idea for him. “oh, you’d know, would you?” he asks instead, grin wide. “and how would you happen to know that?” from what little he knows about tabby, he wouldn’t be surprised if she trawls around ‘haunted’ sites in search of ghosts and ghouls in her free time. he’s never been into all that. even in his reading, he tends to lean away from the paranormal. he does love ghostbusters, though. he could imagine tabby having the uniform hung up in her closet. he shifts his weight again as they amble, more fidgety than usual. “I mean, it’s still actual water, it’s just in a tank.” probably not what she meant, but he’s said it now. “fucking cold water, too, by the way. and that’s very sweet of you, but you don’t need to do that. actually, it’s probably better if you don’t. I have a bit of a reputation.” he can laugh about it, but it’d eat him alive if tabby got dragged into any of his mess. “hey, and I hope you do, you deserve that happiness. despite popular belief, I actually think everyone deserves that kind of pure, all consuming love. if that’s want they want, obviously.”
"Toddy baby, just listen ta me! I'm gonna make ya a big star!" Tabby joked, taking her voice sound like an old timey gangster, miming holding a cigar. "Well then, I hope you get whatever you came to Cider Point for. Although, I wouldn't take Europe off the list either. It's very easy to forget your troubles when you're lying on a beach in Cannes. Or drinking an Aperol Spritz in Italy. Truthfully I don't know what those taste like, I've heard they're not that great. I've never been to Europe. I've been to a bunch of places across the US. And I've been to Montreal! That was fun!" She said, going on on a mini tangent. Then she pulled out her phone, opening the YouTube page. "Oh, I'm on a YouTube show. Me and Jackie, and Rory. We go around and ghost hunt, but we also talk about other supernatural things and like, the history of cool places around the town and state. We had this lull because Jackie moved away and I was in med school, but now we're back and the new videos are doing really good." She still hadn't been possessed but a girl can dream. But then again, that would also require her to believe in possession which she really didn't. It hurt that Todd thought so poorly of himself. That even joking about helping him with a dunk tank made him turn away. What had he even done? Who had he hurt? It seemed to Tabby, that some of it might be self-inflicted, but it wasn't her place to say that. "Yeah, they do. I do and so do you. Just two people who deserve to find someone who cares about them. Small world, isn't it?"" She half sang, her voice quiet.
“Yeah. My parents are busy with their jobs.” It wasn’t as fun as the TV show made it seem though. Billie wasn’t expecting to get a lesson on Judaism and the different dialects of Jewish people today, but here she was. “You got juice spilled on you because you’re Jewish? Or because you talk a lot?” she asked. She didn’t mean it in a bad way, just an objective fact. She shook her head. “No. I don’t like Wilhelmina. I like Billie. Ms. Henderson won’t call me Billie though. I don’t know why.” She asked their art teacher to call her Billie on the first day of school, but she never did.
"That makes sense. My mom was a stay-at-home mom when we were all little, but now she's back at work too." Tabby shrugged. Then she grabbed her lunch box off the floor and opened it. She might as well still eat, even though she wasn't in the lunch room. She pulled out a little Ziploc bag of apple slices, putting it between her and Billie. It was a cute nickname. "Hmm, that probably wasn't the whole reason. I mean, it's definitely a part of it. Like the talking too much, and wearing uncool clothes, and being Jewish, and not being interested in swapping spit with the boys. But seriously, why would I? They're all annoying and they smell. Plus I'm sure half of the boys on the wrestling team have ringworm." This was said in a whisper, like they were conspiring together. "But I think it's just that I don't match their definition of normal and rather than just ignore me or treat me with the basic amount of dignity that all human deserve, they bully me. I represent a break from their reality and their undeveloped brains can't handle that. If I can be weird and happy than all their striving for normalcy is useless." She took a bite of her turkey and cheese sandwich, half quoting an article she'd read during a rough day. "Well, I like Billie. It's like that actress of Doctor Who. Have you ever seen that show?"
