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Sailor Moon | Episode 3

→ The Mysterious Sleeping Sickness: Protect the Girls in Love

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pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

“Oh! I’d love to go on a fun adventure! I’d like to go to a theme park of some sort and I would love to ride all the water rides and see a show with whales or dolphins or sea lions. Or a walrus. And I’d like to win something big like a stuffed giraffe or a very large hat. Oh and I would bring my beloved sour puss because he needs more sunlight and fresh air and my Green Bean because I know she’d have a wonderful time and I’d need the extra help getting Maestro to go on rides. He’s quite a large man and I can’t drag him on my own.”

@wthfel @maestrocillian

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what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

“...This is going to sound really stupid and boring but the first thing I thought about was food....”

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List the qualities you look for in your perfect partner.

“Oh…goodness… I quite like tall girls… long hair, a bit girly… I’m drawn to strong, fierce women because I’m a coward and I really like girls who don’t take themselves too seriously and can be fun and playful as I’m never really serious… Um… She has to be nice as well? One thing I know for sure is that we aren’t a match if she doesn’t like karaoke and sweets.”

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callmespence:

Spence looked at the girl, who seemed comically bad at drinking, but couldn’t find it in him to be mad at her. He reached out and took the bottle from her, taking a hard slug off of it, and handed it back, a little dizzy but trying to hide it. “Yeah, but you’re a chick. Chicks always get drinks for free.” He sighed and shook his head ruefully. “Everyone thinks I’m still in high school. It’s fucking embarrassing. I work for the Mayor. Sort of. I mean, it’s an internship or whatever but it’s paid so…” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “What about you? You one of the fancy people? Or you part of the Have-Nots like everyone else?”

She didn’t mind sharing, never one to care about that sort of thing, so while he took a drink, Beau only bobbed side-to-side to the swing music playing overhead. “Pffft, I am not a chick! Chicks have feathers, and little beaks, and yellow...” She snorted, finding her joke hilarious because she was wasted. “Chicks are cute.” She mused aloud after, smiling at the mental image of the little animal before taking another sip from the bottle. “I used to also to have that problem.” She nodded. The legal drinking age was much younger in the U.K. of course, but back then Beau still had to convince people she wasn’t sixteen. You know what you can do? Show them you identity card.” She nodded again, as if it was the most helpful advice. After another swig and a cough from the burn, Beau smiled and laughed, one hand wildly waving off any notion he had of her being important. “ No, no, no, no, no ‘m not. I’m with the band.” She informed him before lowing her voice and taking a half step closer. “ I don’t even actually really know who these people are.” 

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badgalsy:

“Meanie?” Symone repeated with a scowl at the ready as her hands rested on her hips, and her dragging stole dropped to her elbows.  “You gotta lot of nerve calling a bitch meanie.” A slight smile cracked through the vale of anger before Symone reached out to steady the girl with her hand around her waist. If Sy was to just leave the drunk girl that meant she was responsible for anything bad that happened to her, and Sy was not ready to carry that on her conscious. Besides, she was cute, calling Sy a meanie instead of the dictionary’s worth of more vile insults she had been called in her life. “Shit. They not serving water here? I may be mean, but at least I know how to keep a girl wet.” Symone snorted, amused with herself.

Meanie was as harsh as she would get, even when drunk, but the woman was quick to blow holes in whatever fake confidence Beau had in standing up to her. “Well I -- you were being mean.” Beau pouted, stumbling again as she tried to take a drink and ultimately ending up being steadied by the woman. Though she would hope had she seen herself that the flush on her cheeks was from the alcohol, it didn’t help that she was in a pretty woman’s arms being pressed to her body. Beau stammered out incoherent sounds and mumbles in her fluster, which turned to a wide eyed muffled cough when the woman made her other comments. “ I don’t -- you, pfft.. water...no...”

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badgalsy:

Symone wasn’t invited to the Calhoun’s famed Charity Gala. She was too low in the social hierarchy to receive the invite. After all, she was just a stripper, not high priced escort hired for the event– or just a student, not a high roller looking to give back and show off the riches they had gained in Sin City. Of course the gala didn’t come without its own sins, and Symone wasn’t going to let something as trivial as not being invited stop her from attending the party. It was going to be a good networking opportunity for her, and Symone never missed a party. 

She knew to get in she needed to dress the part, opting for a simple antique slip paired with a short wig, gloves, and a white fur stole so long that it dragged on the ground behind her. She got in through the kitchen, taking time to smoke a blunt in the alleyway with a group of staff before she made her grand entrance into the gala through the kitchen doors– A glass of champagne already dangling in her grasp. As she walked through the swinging doors Sy was brought face to face with the unwanted attention of another guest who had caught her coming in through the kitchen: A sure sign she didn’t belong there. “What? Mind your damn business.” She offered with a dry giggle before she raised her eyebrows, and took a sip from her champagne flute hoping she could pass the interaction without getting thrown out.

Americans liked to party hard, so Beau knew this thing would go on into the wee hours of the morning, but given as how it’d been about three or four since she had arrived, played, and then promptly started drinking, she couldn’t tell what time it was. She honestly had forgotten where she’d put her phone (which was tucked away in her bra) to check the time. But it was a party, right? And she was supposed to let loose and forget for a night to be a stick in the mud.

The upbeat music that played overhead and the booze combined made her daring enough to dance in public -- a rare action as she was known to have two left feet. It was as she shimmies her way with a few members towards the back where the food was kept, something on her stomach needed to keep her from getting to wasted, that she spotted someone coming in through the back. She wouldnt’ have stared had she been more sober, but it wasn’t because the woman seemed out of place that Beau became dumbfounded for a moment and didn’t look away -- she was just pretty. Still, when she snapped at her, Beau jumped, almost dropping her dink as she stumbled on her pants and attempted to stay standing. “ S-sorry...” She mumbled after regaining her balance, pouting at the alcohol made her a little more brave -- enough not to hold her tongue. “ You don’t have to be so mean... Meanie...” 

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callmespence:

Spence wasn’t on anyone’s guest list, but his friend Angie at City Hall had just broken up with her girlfriend and offered to take him as her plus one instead. When he pointed out that he definitely wouldn’t fit in and didn’t have a suit, she was more than happy to engage in a little retail therapy and rent him a suit straight out of one of those historical shows she loved. Still, he looked decent, and it was a free party, so he went along, even if he felt weird about rubbing elbows with the Who’s Who of Vegas. Everyone kept asking him if he was a Brooks or a Calhoun. He actually said, “Lady, you’d know better than me,” and took off. Apparently he was now rumoured to be a Brooks illegitimate child. He had no idea why, but whatever. He was going to get drunk and then pass out in the cloak room. It was a solid plan, only interrupted by how hard it was to convince any of the barstaff that he was of age. “Christ on sale, who do you have to screw to get shitfaced around here?”

Barely knowing anyone attending apart from her fellow orchestra members, Beau took it upon herself to busy herself with whatever she could -- alcohol just happened to be the first thing available. She felt carefree about drinking since they were done playing for the night, and all things considered, did well enough to celebrate it. She’d been given a bottle of something to enjoy and as she twisted the cap and hoped not to drop it, overhead a boy mumbling his thought out loud, causing Beau to giggle. “ Well, I don’t think you have to screwneone but maybe you just should tip someone? I got this for basically free.” She shrugged, swigging the drink and not noticing that her words were already slurring.

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wthfel:

Felicity was having a wonderful time. Theo was off doing who knows what as the youngest Calhoun mulled around, greeting everyone she had too. Her newly dyed hair bounced around as she stayed continuously moving, almost like she was too full of energy to really stay still. “Oh!” She spun around as she realised someone had bumped into her from behind. “Beau!” She practically ignored the bottle in her hand as she wrapped her in a tight hug. “It’s all good, just be careful alright? You don’t want to be getting completely drunk around some of the people hair.” She grimaced for a moment before her smile became bright again. “But hey look! Got my hair redone. You look so cool by the way, badass as hell.”

Maybe it was the green hair, maybe it was the drink, but it took Beau a minute to recognize Felicity. When she did, she flushed a bit, returning the girl’s hug with a slightly wobble before laughing. “It’s good to see you -- I suppose I should have expected that though.” She giggled, almost forgetting that the girl belonged to the prominent family throwing the event. Beau remembered those moments, having to stand up for the family image. She didn’t miss it.” Well you look fantastic -- lovely. Beautiful.” She smiled, the booze making her feel a bit daring. “ And your hair as well -- I think I like this better than the last. It suits you.” She almost coughed as the burn hit her. “ I don’t suppose you’d be wanting a bit of this....beverage...?”

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Huge parties weren’t Beau’s thing. Usually a social butterfly, she always found it hard to get to know people in large groups, everyone talking over each other and their conversations about business, which made her nervous since she wasn’t overly fond of the topic. Thankfully, the first part of the night was her and the rest of the Philharmonic getting set up for their debut performance and then actually performing, but once that was over she would be thrown to the fray. Thankfully, the show went off without problems, which was cause for all the members to celebrate. Beau had started out with her usually glass of wine until things started to get a touch rowdy. That’s when people because purchasing by the bottle. As one of the members handed Beau a bottle of some fruit flavored vodka, Beau found herself distancing from the other guests little by little until she (literally) bumped into Felicity.  “Oh God... I’m so sorry. It’s not me, it’s this..”  

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     High Roller Event 001: Gatsby themed charity gala

Beau drew inspiration from women Katherine Hepburn and Marlene Dietrich who famously wore pants for comfort in spite of it being taboo. Many women were arrested or banned from establishments for wearing pants. She paired it with a beige blouse (tucked in) and saddle shoes, which were slowly growing in popularity.

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You’re not afraid of me.

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I told you to wait. I gave you my word I’d get a cure, and I did. Waverly… what did you do?

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oddityobscura:

“You won’t take my money?” Odd replied an obvious sadness lacing his voice. “Please, I insist. It was beautiful… Snowball even liked it.” He chuckled turning his head to make kissy noises at the rat on his shoulder. “And Snowball doesn’t like much besides cheese and those little yogurt chips.” He kept his hand outstretched, stubborn, waiting in limbo between them until the woman would have no choice but to take the money. It wasn’t about the money, more about the gratitude. “I’m a performer myself, and if there’s one thing I know it’s that artists are always overworked, and underpaid– But we love it, and we need to support it when we can.”

Hair bounced as Beau shook her head with a smile at the man. “The compliment is payment enough. “ She promised, her hand gently placed over his to nudge it back to his chest. She didn’t need the money, but wasn’t in the mood to explain why as it seemed like she was bragging. Still, she wasn’t going to take someone’s hard earned money. “ You keep it. Use it to buy your pet some yogurt chips as a thank you from me.” She smiled as she made eye contact with the rat. It was both gross and cute and she both wanted to touch it but also felt like she would scream if even it’s whiskers brushed her fingertips. It wasn’t just some random rat , it was cared for meaning it was clean, but her conditioning was too deep rooted to be brave enough to handle the harmless animal. “ Did you really have him in your coat pocket all along?” She asked curiously. “ Doesn't he get warm in there or try to crawl out?”