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[magnoliawhetstone]

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lia: ...i get that people liked to be scared and all

lia: but not everyone does, y'know?

lia: so like...please don't just scared people out of the blue

lia: because i may or may not be wearing my coffee all over my shirt now and no time to change

[nicoletterogers]

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nic: on a scale of 1-15

nic: how concerning would it be if you just heard a scream coming from room 302?

nic: like, would you call the cops or just assume the building is haunted

nic: asking for a friend, of course

[magnoliawhetstone]

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Lia sat on a park bench, biting her lip as she attempted to keep herself from crying. She’d never run out of work before--not like that. Her feet carried before her brain could figure out how to stop it and suddenly she was in Grant Park, looking out at a gaggle of geese eating the poorly laid trail of bread from a toddler. She could feel the hot steam of tears falling down her face despite her best efforts and she covered her face quickly. The idea of strangers watching her breakdown was as unpleasant a thought as what she had just escaped from but it wasn’t in her control to keep herself put together anymore. As she lifted the hands from her face upon realizing it might be weirder to see someone covering their face than just her crying in the first place, she locked eyes with a familiar face. “Fuck,” She breathed, a very rare curse word from the blonde. There was no escaping now. “U-uh, hi.” she replied softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and averting her eyes.

[nicoletterogers]

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Nic’s eyes watched as a group of people dressed in very odd clothing huddled around the front desk. “Ghost hunters.” She sighed, sipping her whiskey as she turned her head toward the other side of the bar. Nic didn’t hate Halloween--scary stuff didn’t bother her like it did some people. But she didn’t understand how obsessed people got with the whole thing. Same with Christmas--it was one holiday, that was it. Why did people need to go all out for it. She turned to the person next to her with a slight smirk. “So, tell me the truth--what’s your take on Halloween? Yay or nay or somewhere in between?”

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lia: sos!!

lia: its a matter of life and death!

lia: or maybe just life

lia: either way, help!

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She wasn’t sure how she’d found herself in this particular spot--a dive bar at least seven blocks away from the hotel, but she needed an out. An escape. After the magical week at sea, she was more sure than ever that something had switched deeply within her and she was craving more than just her everyday routine of wake up, running around for Mr. Worthington and going back to bed. She wanted to do something, be something different. Well, within reason. She was still Magnolia Barnes and that came with some sort of structure. She’d have to start slow, but a local bar outside the usual Malnati radius seemed like an ok place to start. Just...perhaps not in a long, purple, gala gown. Nevertheless, that was part of the charm--the whimsy, as Luis called it. As she neared the bar, her hair still in its intricut low bun and face full of make up, she smiled to the person sitting close to her. “Is this seat taken? And if not, would you mind if I took a seat?”

[magnoliawhetstone]

there was a part of lia that did not want to go to this function tonight. in fact, most of her would have rather sat in her apartment, shoving popcorn into her mouth and rewatched love actually for the fortieth time. she would have gladly hidden herself from the world and avoided every human being just to avoid being around her boss. but that wasn’t her job, was it? her job was to go to these functions, schmooze with the fancy people he wanted to become clients and then, if she had done a good job, she’d get the next day off. if not, she’d be back at 8am, bright and early--to deal with his screaming. so it was no wonder when she slipped on the glittering gown that she felt...different inside. empty and hollow and tired of all these games her mind was playing with her. now was not the time for this she reminded herself and quickly grabbed her bag before she could think of another reason to hate herself. as she excited the elevator, she smiled at a familiar face.

“so,” she paused and twirled, showing her dress off--a desperate attempt to try and get excited for this event. “what do you think?”

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“Oh no!” Lia giggled lightly, shaking her head as she felt the summer sun beat down into her skin. The salty air had a distinct smell of potential and it restored her heart to a younger--and much happier time in her life. not that, of course, lia’s life was every truly carefree, but there were moments when it wasn’t as overwhelming as it usually was. “You cannot make me do the limbo, don’t even try.” Her blue eyes travelled toward the limbo bar and she grimaced playfully. “Have you seen me? I’m not even close to being that flexible. I can barely touch my toes. What in the world makes you think I could limbo at the luau this week?”