wow, that's unfortunate.

... Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? ... URSULA seymour. aka vanessa queen. pharmacy tech at apple peak apothecary. sometimes performer at bare necessity gentleman's club. 23 years old. ( info ).

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wcnderfully‌:

Alicia swirled her sparkling wine in the flute she’d picked up somewhere along the way. She stood at the edges of the festivities, watching with uninterested eyes. 

“When they said ‘masquerade’, I was thinking it’d be a little more exciting…” she mused. 

Wasn’t that the point of the masks? To lower some inhibitions? She sipped her drink before turning her eyes to the glass. Certainly that’s what the booze was for. Alicia brought the flute to her lips and downed the remains in one go, depositing the glass on the nearest flat surface she could find. She took a few strides and approached another masked figure.

“Dance with me,” she said, more a command than a request.

Ursula liked wine and women, but there was a time and mood for things. And for a masquerade ball, this event truly was quite...basic. To her standards, at least. It was amazing how much a bad aesthetic could dampen her mood. But of course, how could the surface world ever compare to the old Atlantean balls of old? Shining corals, light captured by shells, symphonies played by only the best orchestras, visiting all the way from the Pacific. And the feasts of course. 

She’d stolen a shrimp platter from the table when the young woman approached her. Ursula snapped the head off a shrimp and smacked her lips. “Give me one good reason.”

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enchantedrcses‌:

“Well, now we have my attention.” She didn’t usually let people buy her things, unless it was as payment. She didn’t like owing favors. “I have already owned a Fabergé egg in my day. Prada and Dolce are so much easier to show off.” 

“In your day, well, that’s something I’ve got to hear about over a cup of tea. Or something stronger, depending on your mighty busy schedule, of course. I must introduce you to my friends. I’m thinking we should all get a squad tattoo or something. Until then -- Prada or Dolce?”

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lobomalvado‌:

“We got a new girl. That tattoo artist.” She ran a few jobs for him back in the day, but Ursula didn’t need to know that. “Don’t know who she is and she won’t tell me. But she can keep up with me and James, so you’ll probably see her next week.” He sighed. “You sure you want to put a golf club in my hands?”

“You don’t say,” Ursula did a surprise gasp. “Oh, I’m getting to know her, don’t you worry. I think I’d look great with a tattoo, don’t you? Just get a whole octopus along my back, you know how I like to be subtle.” She arched an eyebrow. “I think it’d be fun to put a golf club in your hands. Just don’t wreck that pretty face before the ball.”

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cursed-reginald‌:

“Old! Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m the old man here. And you look lovely.” Reginald said, sipping his own tea. He grinned at the recollection of how he looked when they first met. Yep, he was a bit strung out then. He looked a lot healthier now. He hunched over a bit, feeling a bit guilty at the memories. He had some bad trips back in the day. And what was he doing now, talking to his old dealer?

“Well, uh… I’d be down for something similar, actually, like, um… mushrooms. And Madam Darling… uh, Madam… Amphetamine.” he said, even worse at using code words, “Just, um, Molly. There’s a party coming up soon. But the mushrooms are just for micro-dosing…”

“Aw, aren’t you sweet,” she said, flashing a saccharine smile. It was the nice people she almost felt sorry for, when it came to these deals. Almost. Ursula watched him struggle with thinking up extra ‘code words’, thoroughly amused that this was actually a thing. “Don’t hurt yourself,” she pointed out, sipping at her tea. “Party? Oh, you mean the masquerade? Everyone’s been tingling over that thing. I’m sure I could get you a little something-something. If you actually know what you want,” she said, lifting her chin to enhance the mystery.

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cursed-reginald‌:

“Spell number what?” Reginald blinked, not catching on. Was that her code for Ketamine? But then she was off, sitting down over at the windows.

Reginald was faced with a dilemma. Having being sober for nearly three years, since he decided to open up his cafe, he was now trying to decide whether or not to break that streak, It would get in the way of his business, But then… if he got something non addictive… Plus, he had some free days, and he was feeling a bit down, so why not trip balls and come back to work chipper after facing some horrifying demons?

He took off his apron, grabbed his water bottle with iced tea, told one of his workers to take over, and went to go sit with her. “So… spells, huh?” he said, grinning knowingly.

She knew he would come by, sooner or later. Ursula glanced at her watch, the sterling silver gleaming against her wrist. Seventeen minutes until the end of her shift. Eh. As if she actually cared. Now that she had a good drink (as talkative as he was, the tea was very nice), she was going to take her sweet time drinking it. 

As soon as he appeared in front of her, as if by magic, she grinned. “Mmhmm. Like a regular, old witch. I just took care of my warts last night. How do I look?” Ursula showed her profile, lifting her chin. “But I remember you now. Yep. Tall, bags under his eyes, could probably talk Shakespeare to death. Spell number twelve.” She paused to take a sip of her tea. “Darling Madame...Tryptamine,” she decided, unable to think of anything else for ‘T’.

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Lizzo

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lobomalvado‌:

“Maybe if it didn’t happen seventy times a day. Is there something about me that screams ‘straight’?” He would wear a pride flag, but black was much more his color. Lobo gestured for the bartender to give her a drink. “Let’s make this quick then. I have a little something waiting for me at home.”

Ursula sucked in air through her teeth. “...I don’t know how to answer that. I think you’re better off just snarling at people. Snarl away.” She made a kissy face at the bartender as her drink was being prepared. “Okay, well, I was thinking we should all skip a poker night and go...I dunno...mini-golfing. Just to shake things up. I didn’t even go the last few times, did I miss something?”

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enchantedrcses‌:

“Two months, unless you get on my good side,” she said. She didn’t mention it was a rare feat. There was something familiar about this woman. Cierra couldn’t put her finger on it, but she would. “Or happen to own a bit of Prada.”

“Two months? Sugar honey iced tea,” she tutted, shaking her head. “I’ll have to work on that good side then. How am I doing so far?” Ursula batted her eyes for effect. Then she stopped at the mention of Prada. “Well, in that case, something can be arranged. Prada, Fenty, Dolce, a Fabergé egg...” 

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cursed-reginald‌:

Reginald looked so pained, upset that this new but familiar person wouldn’t play along with him. Certainly the way she called him ‘old’ rang so many bells. “Please… how about a peppermint frappe? …Ugh, fine.” He said, but he grabbed the container of, shoulders sagging as he grabbed her take-away cup and measured out the loose tea into a cotton bag.

“I feel like we’ve met somewhere…” he said, squinting at her as his hands worked, filling up the cup with hot water. Too young to have gone to AP High with him all those years ago… His eyes widened, and he pointed at her, “Now I remember. I think I met you at a party like… five years ago.” he said, putting the lid on her cup and handing it back.

She didn’t budge. Instead, she narrowed her eyes even further when he suggested something as ridiculous as a peppermint frappe. Any other time, she might have entertained him further, but this was just not the day to bother Ursula Seymour. 

When he spoke again, she arched an eyebrow. “Mmhmm, I have that effect on people.” She certainly didn’t remember him. Ursula lowered her gaze back to her phone, but as he continued to speak, and then he mentioned the party, and when she listened more to his voice... 

Ursula looked up at him, leaning her head to one side. “Well, I’ll be damned. We did meet at that party. Over near the university, right? Spell Number Twelve. I remember.” She glanced behind her, then lowered her voice. “Not the place to talk, but if you’re up for a little reunion...” she picked up her cup of tea, and pointed a manicured fingernail at the tables near the window, winking at him as she left.

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cursed-reginald‌:

“You know, you think you want a hot chocolate, but did you know that you might like a hot matcha and white chocolate?” Reginald suggested to his customer. It was less of a suggestion, actually, more like a ‘you’re getting this’. But his customers had kind of begun to accept the odd man’s way of service, and a lot of people came to The Tea Kettle because they wanted to be surprised. And it’s not like the man offered bad things, just different things. And if they really complained, and wanted to speak to the manager, Reg got to do the thing, where he grinned evilly and said that, well, he was the owner. And if they wanted shitty boring coffee, they could go to Starbucks.

Tea, however, was serious business. Couldn’t go wrong with a cup of tea.

“Oh, no, no. I know exactly what I want. Which is just a plain, simple, very simple, peppermint tea. None of your razzle-dazzle today, old man, I only have twenty minutes before I have to get back to work, mm’kay?” Ursula batted her eyes, her face like a deranged doll as she smiled, willing the man to just stop being himself for five minutes and serve her properly.

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enchantedrcses‌:

She nodded at the woman. “I am off duty, but feel free to make an appointment,” she said. “Though for the record, I am high in demand.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetcheeks, I’m all about emails and the bureaucracy. I love forms. Adore contracts. Ugh,” she sighed happily. Ursula arched an eyebrow, flashing a smile. “Oh, I know. Why wouldn’t you be? If you’re good, you’re good. What’s the waitlist like right now?”

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enchantedrcses‌:

“Darling, if I gave in to every charming smile, I’d have a house in the Cayman’s and be knee deep in Chanel. So, why don’t we try that again. Why are you here?”

“To get a tattoo. Duh,” Ursula teased, sticking her tongue out at her. “Well. Not a tattoo here,” she gestured around them at the diner. “But you work there, don’t you? At the actual tattoo place?”

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lobomalvado‌:

“You think they’d figure out by now,” he said. “Can I offer you a drink? The bartender makes an excellent tequila shot.” Lobo passed her one of his own. “Are you here for business or to pick up one of my dancers?” 

“I actually think it’s kinda cute,” she grinned, scrunching her nose at him. Ursula slipped into the seat next to him, stretching one leg along his knees, leaning back with a sigh. “I’d love a drink.” She rubbed her hands together. “Business, but I watched a TED-Talk the other day that said team-building activities are necessary for a successful team.”

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Those poor unfortunate souls. So sad, so true. They come flocking to my cauldron crying, “Spells, Ursula, please!” And I help them. Yes, I do.

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darlingwcndybird‌:

“He’s got women troubles as usual. I imagine it will end in a catfight.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing else really has been happening down there. Just a lot of drunken idiots overpaying for vodka I water down.” James didn’t even ask her to do that part. It was just something she did when she was feeling pissy. 

Ursula snorted. “Well, James always was a pussy. No, wait, what’s the word the kids use? Something-fish?” She snapped her fingers around trying to find the word. “If I may, it sounds like you’re made for bigger and better things than a smart-aleck barkeep.”

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lobomalvado‌:

Lobo pushed the dancer away. She was clearly new blood. “Sorry darlin’, you are barking up the wrong tree. You aren’t exactly my type.”

Ursula chuckled, her shoulders shimmying up and down as she did. The young woman tilted her head at the scene, flicking one end of her glimmering scarf at the leaving dancer. She turned to Lobo. “Ah, our esteemed leader. Still breaking hearts, eh? Leave some for the rest of us.”