#praeditus.task

[voteoakes]

task 001 ! *// 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞

dominic has never been particularly decisive about (anything?) the places he lives. he lived in a dorm at a boarding school long before he had opinions about the matter, his random-lottery roommate assignment just so happened to be dipped in gold, and his apartment is paid for, the final say belonging to, his parents. no place has ever, truly belonged to him, but this two-bedroom with @saxifraged comes close.

⋆ the bedroom was simple to arrange. aileen and his mother came to a tidy conclusion: the sports memorabilia she wanted out of her house would have a place in italy, as long as it was kept in frames, on shelves, and with pennants cleanly pressed. on move-in day, dom simply held the hammer while the women he loved most instructed and directed, upholding a silent agreement as they put together the image of their shared interest - dom. the gallery wall they arranged consists of shadow boxes of the lanyards worn by season-pass holders to the capitals, too nostalgic to toss; printed photos of his high-school rowing team; and the map of his first marathon run, accented with the assorted medal or two draped precisely to toe the line between juvenile and prideful. ⋆ his desk sees the most use, often strewn with sticky-notes in a dozen shades and notes on the whiteboard calendar above, tacked with polaroid pictures, movie tickets, flyers. he doesn't keep much, too accustomed to a divided life, but paper trash that previously lived in his wallet now has a properly devoted shrine. while chan could never help in this particular arena, dom is a great studier, and by effect, probably spends most of his time here. ⋆ the rest of the apartment, as far as he's concerned, is emilia's to dictate. if she texted him an amazon link, he bought it. bookcase, art print, tv stand - no questions asked. she knew better than him, this was doubtless, but he also considers it his attempt at making theirs a fair trade. they cook together, but em always leaves him leftovers. they share chores, but em always cleans up before they have the club over. em dusts in places dom didn't know could gather dust, keeps the frames straight, chills his drinking glasses after class, and charges his watch when he accidentally abandons it on the kitchen counters. the least he can do in return is take up a very minimal space in the shower organizer. if, one day, there is a way to return the good fortune he received with emilia medina from batesville, indiana, he will.

[saxifraged]

emilia's living space // details

emilia's room is off-limits to most. she keeps the door shut when the other praeditus members are in the apartment she and @voteoakes share. if you are, by some miracle, allowed inside, it will be under em's watchful eyes. this space holds more than her neatly folded laundry and worn-through books - it also holds her secrets. it's a sacred place, a shrine, if you know where to look. of course, emilia hopes nobody knows where to look.

01. her closet, at first glance, seems pretty ordinary. an array of her clothing on mismatched hangers, all brought from home. something she hadn't thought to correct - after all, who would notice? the clothes themselves all bear emilia's signature: a designer label sewn in by hand, the true tag ripped from the seams and promptly discarded. she's tailored many of her clothes to fit her like a glove, a skill she learned from her mother, though she'll credit a fictional seamstress for the alterations. and then there are the few true high-end pieces, purchased here in italy, thanks to dove.

02. her desk bears the weight of quite a few books, her schoolwork, and a couple plants she's become dedicated to keeping alive. it's a bit cluttered, but nothing is out of place. emilia can tell you where each item is without so much as glancing in that direction. it sometimes becomes a catch-all, her dumping grounds for her rings or hair clips, but at the end of the day, she makes sure everything gets where it needs to be. it's not uncommon to find a mug of half-drunk coffee abandoned on a coaster, waiting to be transported back into the kitchen for an unfortunate journey down the drain.

03. though she may seem like the type, emilia doesn't make her bed most days. there's something comforting to her about the look of tousled sheets and imperfectly placed pillows. when she's not lounging on the couch in the living room or working at her desk, she can be found here, curled up with a book or binging old seasons of survivor. this isn't a place other people have ever been welcome, with the sole exception of dove, who is more than welcome. wine-nights-turned-sleepovers aren't uncommon for them.

04. it's what underneath her bed, however, that holds some real intrigue. a wooden box, locked with a key that lives in her underwear drawer, contains her most personal affects. photographs of her family, letters with a return address in indiana, and any other items that would place cracks in the foundation of her fabricated life story live here, undisturbed and very nearly forsaken. this effigy of her past is shoved up against the corner created where the right bedpost meets the wall, collecting dust. emilia can't bring herself to open it up, except to shove more things inside when they arrive in the mailbox.

05. the water pressure in this shower is by far the best she's ever experienced, compared to everywhere else she's ever lived. emilia takes long, hot showers, lets the steam fill the room until it gets hard to breathe, and then shocks herself with a blast of cold water before getting out. she's not too bothered if she leaves an article or two of clothing around after undressing - she's pretty tidy in this regard, and knows she'll get to it by the end of the day.

06. her walls are relatively bare. she's got a few art prints, magazine clippings, and things of the like, but there's nothing personal. no photos, no memorabilia from her past. nothing to indicate who she is or where she comes from, and that's how she likes it. her saxifrage sprig that she received from marcel is taped to the wall, long since dried out but a constant reminder of who she is now.

07. one thing that emilia is pretty particular about is how her room smells, and at this point, she's got it down to a science. after some trial and error, she's found what she considers to be the best fragrance. incense is lit almost all the time while she's home, perfuming her space with notes of sandalwood and jasmine.

08. the window next to her bed is perhaps her favorite feature of her room. natural light is in abundance throughout the day, dappling her walls and bed in golden sunbeams. of course, the view isn't bad either. a tree reaches up towards the wall of the apartment, and beyond that, she looks out towards the stretch of nascondiglio visible from her perch. she can see the sunrise, and often leaves her blinds open at night so that she can be woken up with the sky.

09. emilia's favorite photo of dom, one taken towards the beginning of their freshman year, is displayed prominantly on the fridge they share. em's space wouldn't exist without him. to live rent-free anywhere already exceeds her expectations, but to live in a place like this rent-free simply feels like a fever dream. he has no idea what this means to her, and she can't tell him, so she tries to make it up to him in other ways. taking on more of the chores around the house, leaving dom her leftovers, and doing her best to make sure he always has what he needs seems miniscule, at best, compared to the opportunity he's given her. one day she'll repay his family, every single penny returned, but until then, she'll dust the baseboards to keep the guilt from eating her alive.

[talliebernal]

TASK 001. TALLIE'S APARTMENT

having grown up in an anything but humble home in the chelsea neighborhood of london and with second and third seasonal homes in mallorca and mykonos, tallie has always been used to luxury. when it came to selecting an apartment for herself her second year at mariviglia, it was no different. her mother told her to choose what she wanted — “within reason, tallulah” — and so she did. she’s lived on a busy street with a beautiful view of the sea for three years now and will definitely be sad when she has to move upon graduation.

she didn't grow up in a particularly cozy home, so tallie set out to make her space one where she could host and feel comfortable all at once. her living room has a huge pink couch that curves all the way around the room and is perfect for evenings gathered around playing drinking games and telling stories. it's important to tallie that you can tell who lives there, so every room is full of knickknacks, art, and flowers to give the place some personality. it's complete with a cabinet in which she has locked box in which she keeps party supples (ie drugs), it has a combination, but at least three other people know it (fitz, stella, gen).

her favorite part of the apartment by far is her balcony patio. it has a beautiful view of the sea and is big enough for a bunch of people to come hang out on. she 'studies' out there a lot and ends most her days sitting out there with a blunt, watching the water.

tallie doesn't cook much, but her kitchen has an extensive liquor cabinet and eclectic, mismatched vintage dishes. she has a lot of pre-prepped meals (hello fresh but bougie) stocked away in her fridge and her cabinets have the BEST snacks you could ask for — there are always plenty fruit roll ups and prawn cocktail crisps to grab (her top two faves).

her bedroom is usually closed off to 'the public' during parties. tallie prefers to keep that as her sacred space, open to her closest friends and sexual conquests, of course, but is definitely the most private part of her home. it's colorful and complete with vintage furniture and perfectly white sheets that her cleaning lady washes twice a week. like the rest of her apartment, it's full of natural light and big windows. you will never see an overhead light in in tallie's apartment, natural light and lamps only!

[andthorns]

task 01 — living spaces

mari's apartment is a sacred space to her, one where she can write undisturbed and be alone with her thoughts. she lives alone for this very reason, needing her own space where she can bask in the creative process without anyone disturbing her by asking her to clean the kitchen or go out to pick up milk. with its somewhat eccentric and cluttered decor, the apartment reflects mari perfectly, and she has built it to become a place where she can draw both inspiration and comfort in equal measure.

BUILDING. mari lives in a top-floor apartment in a three storey building closer to the side of town where the local residents live rather than her fellow students. her landlady, an ancient italian woman who is perpetually in a terrible mood, lives on the ground floor. the building is an old one, complete with creaking stairs and groaning pipes, but mari loves its character and many strange residents.

LAYOUT. the relatively humble apartment consists of a hallway, one bathroom, a small kitchen, one bedroom, and the living area, which is where mari spends the majority of her time — mostly due to the fact that this is the room containing her desk. the living space leads onto a tiny, rickety balcony overlooking the street below, and she has managed to cram a table and two chairs onto it so she can sit there in the evenings and watch the world go by with a glass of wine.

DECOR. mari has lived in the same apartment since the beginning of her sophomore year, and it shows. the decor is, to put it generously, eclectic. much of the mismatched furniture was there when she moved in, but she has put her own touch on the space with several second-hand items, framed prints on the walls, and a plethora of trinkets (see below). the resulting effect is bohemian and slightly chaotic, not helped by the fact that it's more than a little disorganised. mugs, papers, and clothes are scattered across every available surface, and books are stacked precariously in towering piles on the floor. though she makes efforts to tidy it all up every once in a while, she actually quite enjoys the mess, as it makes her feel like a real writer.

TRINKETS. since her family was cut off from her grandparents, mari has become something of a kleptomaniac. she never steals anything too valuable (with one notable exception, of course), usually just small items that people might not notice are gone, but over the years she’s amassed quite a collection. pieces that were stolen years ago — a little china elephant, a green glass ashtray, an enamel box that she now keeps supplements in — are displayed around her apartment like trophies. more recent acquisitions — a gold bracelet belonging to aileen, an engraved silver lighter that was formerly fitz's, a fountain pen taken from one of her professors – are kept locked in a drawer of her desk.

DESK. her desk is, to her, the most important piece of furniture she owns. it's the place where she does most of her writing, and so it took mari a long time and several discarded pieces before she found the one that was right for her. the heavy wooden desk sits under her window, and is piled high with books or items that she's using as her current inspiration, though a vase of flowers and a few half-empty coffee cups are usually present as well. the drawers are mostly filled with stationery, with the exception of the bottom drawer, which is filled with the treasures she's collected. the marchesa diamond also lives here in a small velvet bag, pushed to the very back so she doesn't have to think about it.

GUESTS. though mari is an introvert and sees her apartment very much as a place both to create and recharge, her door remains figuratively open for anyone who might need refuge. the couch is always available as a place to crash in emergencies, and closer friends (namely aileen) are welcome to share her bed. she doesn't often have romantic visitors, but once in a blue moon there might be someone she stumbles back with after a party.

[seungchanpark]

task 01: living spaces || FULL PINTEREST

chan’s apartment is less of a home and more of a physical embodiment of what’s going on in his brain at all times. though the apartment is a huge duplex, you can’t tell by the sheer amount of things cluttering it up – ripped-out pieces of textbooks, computers both old and new, crumpled-up calculations that turned out wrong halfway through, and too many books to even begin counting. if this aesthetic had a name, it would be “obsessive nerd who couldn’t give less of a fuck about interior decor”. though critics may call the space messy, chan would say it’s just a lot for some (aka: what distinguishes it from a flat-out mess is that he knows exactly where everything is, just ask).

living room. the first floor houses the living room, home to the apartment's main selling point: the truly giant wall of windows with a spectacular view of the island's historic district. his cat copurrnicus is an especially big fan of the large swaths of sunlight that trickles in every day for his daily sunbathing — chan's furry friend doesn't even mind too much that much of the window has been written on. other than the windows, however, the rest of the living room is filled with what others would classify as "clutter", including as many coffee cups as he can go through before the maid's weekly cleaning and a piano he plays weekly.

kitchen. not cooked in, obviously. although it's a kitchen that would make any amateur chef swoon, you'll only see it used for additional storage or as a decent napping spot.

bathrooms. there are 2.5 bathrooms, 1.5 of them downstairs and one of them upstairs. the full bathroom downstairs has a deco charm with more modern finishes, whereas the full bathroom upstairs retains more of the old apartment's rustic charms. the full bathroom upstairs is also the one with a bathtub overlooking the town, which is where chan ends most of his nights with a book in hand. of course, both rooms will still find plenty of academic mayhem inside of them, and on any surface that can be written on (including bathroom mirrors and shower walls), you'll find the latest proofs that chan has been deliberating on.

the bedroom. though rumors abound across this campus that their valedictorian-to-be has evolved past the need to sleep, the existence of a bed in this room proves them wrong. this room is, by far, the most overcrowded with his things, including walls filled with everything from past homework assignments to photos he's taken with friends (read: dom, plus maybe one or two with his dad). that, of course, only accounts for the walls that aren't simply wall-to-wall bookshelves, which are many of them. his bedroom is also where he does lots of his late-night study sessions in the dim blue and yellow of his hue lights, as well as where he gets his small hits of fresh air in the form of a balcony overlooking the ocean.

the drugs. are hidden everywhere, but never lost. it will take careful digging through the right piles or pages to find his many stashes —something that getting caught once teaches you all-too-well is where people won't think to look.