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[daphcaveney]

there's a twinge of sadness at the realization that the cold air is slowly leaving her place, daphne's nose scrunches. “a party.” it's about what she was expecting. bradley is a character - one that daphne holds dear, but she also can predict things. sometimes. she's not perfect — and a party is right up bradley's alley, anyway, so it's not even a surprise. “where?” this is the first she'd heard of it. and that part is even less surprising than anything else. “if it's a long ass walk, i might say no. i haven't even stepped outside in days and i've already been sweating my ass off, and it's not a cute look to show up to a party with.” the idea of it makes her jittery in a weird social - anxiety kind of way. but what else does she have to do? “you know what … sure. as long as if you find a water gun, you steal two - one for me, one for you. and you don't leave my side.”

The door was ajar and Bradley could feel the last of whatever air conditioning was left inside Daphne's dorm, bringing forth the realization Bradley was already hot and sticky from the outside air, her blood throbbing against her skin from the alcohol. "Sorry, bestie," Bradley clicked her tongue, strolling inside nonchalantly, "But I found something even more useful in a blackout. A party. Now, I know you're more of a homebody and I love you for it, I really do. But it's our first blackout party, and, quite honestly, they may just have water guns there, too. What do you say? I may be an asshole, but I'll still respect your boundaries, of course."

[daphcaveney]

WITH: @xrubyredx .

she's staring at the tank of fish, minding their business. “they're so lucky, you know,” there's a slight pout in her voice at the thought of them being none the wiser to the rest of the inhabitants plight. “you think they know how bad it is out here and they're laughing at us, or are they enjoying their cool water? i'm kind of jealous either way.”

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“as long as you're throwing them in the trash and not at me, we're fine,” the door opens wider – an invitation, if goobie chose. “now the real question is are you a pineapple on pizza person?”

"Consider me convinced," Goobie says. "Unless it's going to offend you when I pick all the pepperoni off my slices."

[daphcaveney]

it looks nice. daphne is almost jealous of her at peace they seem – but do they really know any better, unlike people? “oh, very. though i guess they're more of a strike when you need to kind of species?” something about being afraid of being stung sticking with her in childhood. she choses to blame finding nemo. “you ever think they go somewhere they're not meant to? how would they leave it? theoretically, of course. i don't think they care all that much.”

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"How peaceful do you think it is just floating around with the waves?" Gwen asks as she looks at the jellyfish tank in front of her. There's a sign next to it saying the motion of the water is similar to that of the ocean as each pink blob of ribbons tumble over each other. "It sounds adventurous to imagine letting the ocean pick where you end up."

[daphcaveney]

it doesn't catch her off guard — mostly because daphne is a little board. it's a cute little store, but there's only so many repetitive tasks she can do before bordem makes itself a friend on her shoulder. there's a quiet hi as he asks. and, really, daphne could stand to not be color coding notebooks and pencils for a few minutes. she'd done it every day this entire week, and it's not like they're going to roll away. “pan pastels …” the name is familiar, though she can't recall seeing any of them lately. “it's been a while since i've seen them floating around – they go kind of quick, surprisingly enough and our shipments tend to not always be what people want them to be.” and, really, it's kind of silly. “i can look. you got a second option if we're totally out, though?”

CLOSED STARTER for @daphcaveney at the craft house

"Hey! Hi, uh, sorry if I'm interrupting something. But if you have a free moment could you help me with something?"

Paxton stands to the side, and in his arm is one of the shopping baskets with a pastel sketchpad, several sponge brushes and an array of colors. His Comic Emporium paycheck hit his bank account, and it is just about to leave it in the form of art supplies.

"I couldn't find any colorless blenders for the Pan Pastels, do you know if there are any in the back?"

[daphcaveney]

WITH:    @seversilencetobias .

“gotten anything on yours, yet?” she holds up her phone — it feels a bit silly to be so attached to a device, but when everything cut off .. she doesn't like to think about the mischief her brothers could get up to. or what kind of dangers could be lurking. erugh. “how long did they say this is going on for? it just started and feels like it's been forever.”

[daphcaveney]

her  own  nose  scrunches  at  the  mention  of  fall.  she's  not  a  summer  girl  –  not  really,  and  they're  kind  of  in  the  optimal  place  to  be  where  it  doesn't  get  too  cold.  but  that  just  means  christmas  and  holidays  and  all  of  that  stuff.  “don't  remind  me.”  daphne  shuts  her  book  with  a  huff,  rolling  her  head  to  the  other  side  and  looking  at  aurelia.  “i'm  not  excited  for  it  to  end.  then  we'll  have  to  wait  another  year  for  it  to  be  this  nice.”  her  head  shakes,  through  brows  rise  in  interest.  “like  what?  anything  i  won't  get  arrested,  for,  please.” 

who: @daphcaveney where: blue lagoon pool

"I have blinked and this summer is over," Aurelia whined from her lounged position. "I'm so not ready to go back to school yet. I feel like I've barely had a taste of freedom."

"I think we need one big last hoorah before we get back into it."

[daphcaveney]

BRIDE WARS (2009) dir. Gary Winick

[daphcaveney]

call her boring, call her literally anything — the entire thing is a little spooky. hearing people talk through walls now that everything is shut off and daphne doesn't dare use up all of her phone battery just yet … so she's been sitting and reading. boring, there. the knock at her door makes her jump. it'd been quiet for far too long, and maybe, just maybe, they're coming to save her. it takes a moment before the door opens – and daphne is silently thanking whatever god that it's just bradley. “you scared the shit out of me,” the door opens wider to let her in. “what're you talking about? play with what, water guns? that'd actually be amazing.”

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where: outside daph's front door

when: approx. two hours after blackout began

Bradley grew jaded from the running around she'd been doing since the blackout begun. Not from being a reveller, per se, but rather the company. So it was time to bring out the big guns. Her best friend. Rounding next to Daphne's front door, Bradley, with a slightly buzzed palm of her hand, rapped against it twice, waiting for the lovely golden locks to show. "Open up, you party animal! It's time to come out and play."

[daphcaveney]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.01, “Last Season”

[daphcaveney]

her arms crossed, holding herself a bit tighter at the implication of the holidays. the caveneys are a lively bunch, and get togethers and holidays and christmas are case – in – point. she’s had to play her fair share of referee the past few years when her father stopped caring if her brothers beat each other up ( lovingly, of course ) or not. “well if it deserves fun, what’re you gonna do to make it fun, then?” an open ended question that she might just steal his ideas for herself. “okay, pumpkin spice isn’t bad. there’s a reason it’s so popular. nobody can ever go wrong with a psl latte, for sure."

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where: choose your own adventure/we can assume connections if youd like. he's always lived in ab

"I would usually complain that the holidays are coming too soon, but honestly, I'm not even mad about it this year. Even I recognize that this year deserves some fun. And don't call me basic, but I do like pumpkin spice and I'm kind of excited to have it again."

[daphcaveney]

it’s a little funny, the way people will take things and go for miles and miles with them, even with as something as silly as a jukebox. and, really, she likes pink pony club. but after like three times … it gets a little old. a fluke, maybe, but the gaggle of college students her own age made it seem differently. “well, maybe, but it seems fine?” at least it had when she’d glanced at it after the fourth time she’s heard the songs chorus. “worse case scenario, you’ll have to implement a rule of keeping it one turn per hour or something.” how he would keep track of that? she’s not sure, but it’s also not her jukebox. “oh, i’m easy,” her hand swipes the air in a gesture she’s not sure of. “rum and coke is fine – though more coke than rum, please?” it sounds a bit childish when she asks, but she’d never have someone deny her. “any requests on the song it plays next? since i'm doing your bidding, i suppose.”

Kaede had only recently changed the jukebox to be able to play almost anything. It was a pricey sort of upgrade from the one that had just records inside of it, but it seemed like a good investment at the time. The amount of times he’d heard pink pony club in the last two hours thought told him differently. He liked Chappell roan but he just wanted to hear something else. Like maybe it had been a mistake or kept playing? But it wasn’t. “ not I’m a row. I’m almost convinced it stuck on the song entirely “ he admitted glancing back to her with a small smile. He reached into his pocket to pull out some cash’s from his wallet. “ name your drink and I’ll have it for you by the time you’re back “ @daphcaveney

[daphcaveney]

she stands up a little straighter at the question, settling down the box of yarn to give keo full attention. blah blah blah something around customer service. “yeah,” there’s a nod of her head, just to double confirm. “depends – is this something i’m gonna be judging you for? my poker face is shit.”

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where: craft house

"You work here, right?" Keo was getting a real works-at-the-establishment vibe from her but he could be and often was incorrect, "Can I get your opinion on something if you do?"

[daphcaveney]

maybe she thought too much of a simple pizza place – after all, it’s just pizza. accidents happen. and, really, this is a treat she gets every month. sometimes less, sometimes more, depending on her balancing act of a mental state. food cures loneliness and or what have you. though the response is less judgmental than she was expecting, gratefully ( and thankfully, because as soon as it was out of daphne’s mouth she felt a little stupid for even suggesting the thought ) . “i doubt it – but it could be something to consider, maybe,” still a little sheepish about the whole thing. self confidence is not her thing.

“it’s just plain pepperoni. some onions, peppers .. nothing too heavy though. made that mistake last time and ended up throwing it away after a while.” nose scrunches. “choice is yours.”

Goobie lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. Security boxes? The carrying cases they get can't be buckled in or anything, and even if they could, the force of the car slamming to a halt would still send a floppy pizza to its death.

"I'll ask if my boss has any in the back," they say instead. It's too late in their shift for them to care any more than they have to. At least the girl isn't being rude. Goobie eyes her after the offer; she doesn't have anywhere to be, exactly - all they need to do is hit HQ one last time to clock out - so... Why not?

"Depends on what you got on your pizza."

[daphcaveney]

"well as long as you promise … “ cheeky smile on her lips, maybe a bit too trusting of a bartender. ej poses a question of how much daphne cares about puns, or specific flavors --- and she’s kind of boring in the way that she cares maybe a bit too much about food puns. call it dad jokes landing with her well into her twenties, unabashed about it. “it’ll be fine with it, then,” is her final verdict – sitting up a little straighter, as if to really prove she’s serious. "and if i don't like it, refunds or nah?" it's a joke -- if it lands is another story.

EJ offers Daphne a smile, all warm at its edges. “An actual shot. It’s not a drink that’s overpowered lime masquerading as peach tea, I can promise it is two pumps from our bottle.” They aren't about to admit that sometimes it might be a little more or a little less if there is the struggle at the end of a bottle.

"I can make it one if you are super adverse to citrus and prefer peach to it, or get rid of it entirely, but then the pun doesn't make sense. Up to you."

@daphcaveney

[daphcaveney]

there’s only a few things that can get her out of the house these days. the friendships, while she champions them, are dwindling with her brother’s friends not feeling burdened to include her post – moving out of the family house. school is slowing down, too, and really, daphne isn’t the type to study too hard. smart? maybe, but also she just doesn’t feel the need to. the true key to get her out of her hole is food and a good atmosphere. truthfully, she didn’t like coffee – not like the average adult she sees swearing up and down by it, anyway. but daphne was always a sucker for a pastry or three, so here she sits: engulfed in a book ( the housewarming, to be specific – don’t ask her anything about it just yet ), very much watered – down with sugar and cream coffee resting on the table by the window.

the voice catches her off guard in the lull between songs on her one – eared headphones, daphne blinking a few times and turning head towards where it came from. there’s a few moments of a quick glance before the older woman speaks again, daphne slipping the receipt bookmark between the pages. lips purse, slight frown on her features. “pick up the wrong one or did they mess up yours?” unsure, it’s a semi – valid question to ask. “i think they have a new person working or something, there was a guy in here earlier who could very much tell they didn’t use oatmilk – very upset about it.” a shrug. “i’m sure they would remake it if you asked, or cared that much to ask.”

⸻ The soft jingle of the bell above the coffee shop door barely registered as Freyja pushed it open with her shoulder, the familiar scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries wrapping around her like a hug. Nils was tucked snugly in his stroller, gently babbling to himself while gripping his stuffed fox like it was some kind of security badge. Freyja gave him a quick glance and a loving smile before approaching the counter. ❛ Chamomile tea, please. To-go. ❜ Her voice was calm, but her eyes looked a little tired, the kind that came from chasing deadlines and diapers at the same time.

She found a quiet corner near the window, setting Nils' stroller where he could see both her and the passing streetcars. A few minutes passed before her name was called, and she moved to grab the cup with a grateful nod, already unscrewing the lid to cool it down.

The moment the smell hit her, she paused.

Coffee. Definitely not tea.

She blinked, took a cautious sip — then wrinkled her nose.

❛ That’s... not chamomile. ❜ She muttered, mostly to herself but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. A sigh escaped her, part exasperation, part amused disbelief. ❛ Guess it's one of those days again. ❜ She looked around to see if anyone else had experienced a mix-up, or maybe, just maybe, if there was a sympathetic stranger willing to confirm this was indeed peak Monday energy, even if it wasn’t Monday.

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[daphcaveney]

she hadn’t meant to be nosy. not really. but when she’s presented with a balloon arch in a public setting… that catches her attention, a bit. and really, it’s kind of funny when she thinks about it. “depends, are you going for too much? there’s a fine line which will determine my answer.” she jokes, shaking her head. “it looks nice, though. it just depends on if you wanna do all the work to make it seasonal over and over again.”

open - @aurorabaystarter

where - outside/in front of flora and fauna flower shop

"Is the flower arch too much?" Iris wondered aloud, looking to the entranceway of her shop. "Or is it not enough? I was thinking like, it could be seasonally changed too, you know? With all the upcoming months being decoration-heavy and all.."