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As night fell, Marceline found herself on the beach in Black Rock Bay. Other than the occasional club-goer passing by, she was alone. She usually found herself sitting on the beach at all times of night playing her bass. Sometimes she'd stay out all night until just before sunrise because she didn't want her skin to start burning in the sunlight. Tonight, like any other, Marceline was playing her bass, feet digging into the sand as she wrote down lyrics for a new song she was working on. She only paused when she heard another approaching her. She looked up and sighed before a mischievous grin settled onto her face. "What do you want?" she asked, voice laced with attitude.

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Marceline floated lazily behind the counter of the record store, her bass guitar resting against the wall beside her. The faint hum of a classic rock tune echoed through the shop as she absentmindedly flipped through a stack of vinyls. She glanced up when she heard the familiar jingle of the door chime, a small smile tugging at her lips when she saw Sunny walk in. The young woman had been a regular here for the past few weeks, often popping in after her shift at the bakery. Marceline had grown to enjoy their chats, finding Sunny’s passion for culinary arts refreshing in a place where everything seemed so… stuck. “Hey, Sunny,” Marceline greeted, her voice casual but warm. “Find any new recipes that could use a killer soundtrack?” @bcttcrthanrcvcnge

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@gntlesurvived asked: ❝ i’m bisexual and confused. not about being bi, though. just like…in general. about life. ❞ // lucy gray for marceline

"Is it weird if I say I know exactly what you mean?" she asked as she sipped her strawberry margarita at the bar next to a woman she's come to know as Lucy Gray. Marceline wasn't normally considered friendly or even that social... in fact, she usually rubs people the wrong way and puts them off. Since being on the island, she has found herself in more social environments though. Liquor helps too. "Showing up on this island is the strangest thing that's ever happened to me. I don't think I've ever been so confused."

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@cquity asked: ❝ i have a hard time talking about it, even now—i’m not ashamed or anything like that. i just, don’t really know…how or what to say i guess. ❞ (heather & marceline)

"Hey, that's okay," she said, offering the other woman a supportive smile. "If you aren't ready, you aren't ready. There's no pressure." Marceline was from a time where coming out wasn't really necessary. She's from over a thousand years into the future and sexuality and gender weren't really a big thing like that. People just loved whoever they wanted and identified as however they wanted. "When the time comes, you'll know what to say," she offered. "The right words will just come to you."

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@swornfate asked: ❝ i’m just experimenting i guess, trying to figure out what i like. ❞ jace @ marceline!

"I mean, that makes sense," she said, nodding. "We all experimented at some point." It was one of those rare occasions when Marceline found herself out during the day. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for the island's pride celebrations. Today was the parade. She and a few others got here early to get good seats. Toting her oversized umbrella over her head, long sleeves and jeans, Marceline was completely protected from the sun. She ended up striking up a conversation with one of the people she met while waiting for the parade to start. "For some it was just a phase..." she said, shrugging. "But most of us realized it wasn't one early on."

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After Sunset Beach Bar | Closed starter | @cquity

Not really in the mood to be at the club and wanting a little less chaotic and quieter space to drink tonight, Marceline found herself in one of those rare times where she'd venture outside of Black Rock Bay to a different side of the island. After securing herself another strawberry margarita, Marceline returned back to her corner booth in a darkly lit area of the bar. Eyes scanning the crowd who were mostly dressed in vivid, colorful outfits, she looked up and around the room, taking in its matching vivid and colorful aesthetic it had going for Pride month. As a woman approached her, a smirk formed on her lips as the other came to a stop in front of her booth. "Can I help you?" she asked, voice laced with attitude because she just can't help it.

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The InkPot | Closed starter | @brokcnrunes

Marceline was born in the 1980's right before the war broke out. Although she was just a child, she remembered seeing people with tattoos everywhere... at least before the nuclear bombs were dropped eradicating life on Earth. Everything had changed... There were barely any humans left. The ones who did exist were solely focused on survival so things like tattoos became a thing of the past. Showing up on Naporia, Marceline discovered a tattoo shop and started thinking of what she wanted to get. Never really deciding on anything, she put the idea into the back of her mind until Pride month came around. They didn't have Pride where she came from and thought the idea of celebrating love was kind of silly... To be honest, she loved it but she wouldn't admit that. She didn't even know the term 'bisexual' until now but she was a proud bisexual being. As she looked over the different designs they had featured for Pride month, she settled on one that reminded her of Bonnie, her wife that she missed dearly. Turning to the person who just walked up beside her, she pointed to the tattoo. "I mean, it's so not me... like it's definitely not my aesthetic at all but I don't know. I kind of really like it. It reminds me of home," she said. "What do you think?"