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Hey all! After giving it some thought, I think I'm probably going to actually be switching to roleplaying on Discord full time! I dunno, I just. Keep dropping on muse here. Consider this a full time hiatus post? I might rb back in a few months or I might just.. never come back. My discord is veronica!#0522 for those of who whod like to stay in contact with me though!!

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Hey all! After giving it some thought, I think I'm probably going to actually be switching to roleplaying on Discord full time! I dunno, I just. Keep dropping on muse here. Consider this a full time hiatus post? I might rb back in a few months or I might just.. never come back. My discord is veronica!#0522 for those of who whod like to stay in contact with me though!!

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like this and Veronica will give you a kiss!

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thesoulbound​:

JD stopped on a step below her before turning around to look up at her. Using his arm on the banister to stop her from moving forward, “Don’t think of it as causing problems, but correcting them. No one is going to miss people that caused them so much misery,” he reminded her and leaned just a little into her when she did the same, “The only problem you get from me is to actually go through the door,” he teased her.

“Uh huh.” Veronica rolls her eyes. She’s not outright denying him, though-- she just doesn’t want it to happen again. Three people is more than enough (and already way more than they can handle, peeking around corners like they do). She’s still in a playful mood, teasing him. “You better hope that’s the only problem I get from you.”

They straighten themself out after giving him a gentle kiss, then bolt down the stairs, grabbing their jacket. “If we get to the 7-11 early enough, maybe they’ll still have some of the ready-made food. I’m starving.”

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“Cherry slushie, of course. It’s sweeter. I’m also technically not supposed to have caffeine right now, so sugar will do.” It’s also just her favorite flavor of practically everything. It clicks for her now that she’s gotten a better look at him and he’s asked the question-- yeah, it’s totally the kid from English. Doesn’t he normally have his friend around him, though, too? Not that it’s any of Veronica’s business. 

“Oh, yeah. No wonder you looked familiar. English, right? Thankfully not with Ms. Flemming?” The name drop is so casual, it’s almost comedic. Who could really blame them, though? They hated Ms. Flemming more than they ever did Heather. Veronica notices him rummaging around in his pockets, raising an eyebrow. “-- Do you need me to spot you, dude? It’s only like, a buck.”

There was something that he had wanted to ask her, her face was familiar to him, and they might be in the same class for English. He did take English? Of course, he did. Bill was out sick, or at least he had managed to fake illness to go to the mall and try and get them the tickets to Iron Maiden. Just the thought of attending that concert made him lose his train of thought. “ Whoa…sugary drinks are the BEST way to start one’s day. ” Nodding enthusiastically he stopped beside the girl, eyes glued to the colorful display. 

“ What a rad selection, what are you having? ” The unfortunate fact of life was that everything cost money, so he had already started rummaging through his pockets for some coins or maybe a dollar bill that he had crumpled and lost somewhere, at least that was the hope. “ Are we in the same class? ” He managed to add, hair covering half his face as he contorted to try and find some money. 

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beta editor my FUCKIN BELOATHED

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Ah, yes, the constant feeling of being surveyed. Maybe that’s what’s been keeping her up, though she’s never fully connected the dots-- she’s unfortunately one of the already paranoid ones he’s speaking of, but for different, personal reasons. They laugh a little. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I can’t even walk home without looking over my shoulder sometimes.”

“Ah-- I’ll totally take the painkillers. I’ve got water already.” She holds up the metal bottle that’s clipped to her pants. “Honestly, just getting away from all that noise is already doing wonders.”

Well, there's no getting around that, and her comment gets a laugh from Jon, even if it's a little bit quiet. "Turning us? As if some of us weren't already before." It certainly doesn't help, feeling like everywhere they go they're being watched.

He's quiet for a moment, both to try and be respectful towards the fact that she has a headache, and when Jon speaks again, it's much softer. "Do you need anything for that? I have painkillers in my desk, I'm sure there's something to drink in the kitchen..."

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“Nice to meet you, Alex.” Veronica flashes a small smile at them, taking a couple of turns. They know exactly where they’re heading, thank gods. “And-- really, nah. If anything, you gave me the perfect excuse to leave. I think I would’ve finally started a riot, otherwise.”

It’s another joke-- mostly, anyways. Veronica’s not against knocking some jerk’s teeth out if it’s necessary. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been there. My parents made me go to so many of their clients’ kids’ parties before I moved out. I think they were hoping I’d wanna get married to one of them or something stupid. All they did was just annoy me to death.”

Between the starting of the car and the actual movement, it is quiet, and that familiar feeling of being in a car does distract them from the rest of it all. Her eyes remain closed, but she’s grinning at the question.

“I owe you big time, Veronica.” For a moment, they debate whether to a nickname or not. “Alexandra. Or Alex. Whichever’s fine with me. Shit of your friend to drag you to that hell though, probably shoulda skipped it entirely. He’s a family friend and my coworker, so I had to go.” Cracking her eyes open, she sits up a little in the passenger seat to get a better view of Veronica. “I promise I’m nothing like him, fuckin’ hate the guy actually, but the rest of my family gets along with him, so…”

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vcnusians​:

          “that  all  sounds  nice.  especially  the  dress  part.  did  you  decide  on  any?”  anything  involving  fashion  excited  cindy,  especially  as  a  glamour  shots  stylist  when  giving  people  makeovers  was  part  of  her  job.  it’s  one  of  her  specialties.  “amaaaazing,”  cindy  spills  in  answer  to  veronica’s  question,  a  lot  more  lucid  than  the  last  time  they  met.  she  has  a  smile  like  she’s  got  a  secret  that  blooms  and  warms  up  her  entire  face  with  a  hinted  fuchsia  blush.  “i  went  to  another  party,  and…  a  lot  happened.”  she  giggles,  unable  to  stop  thinking  about  last  weekend  from  the  first  time  someone  kissed  her  and  the  hilarious  drama  that  ensued.  “and  i  bought  some  new  outfits  for  when  it  gets  warmer.  god,  i’m  so  over  winter.”  she  hugs  herself  even  in  her  tight  pink  sweater  and  the  slightly  oversized  denim  jacket  she’s  wearing  over  it,  but  it’s  not  enough  to  kill  her  good  mood.

“we decided on a couple. i found this this cute one with blue stars on the mesh that i really liked. it even has pockets. like, actually good pockets too.” fashion isn’t as much of veronica’s thing (she finds as long as it’s black, blue, or occasionally both, it’ll work for her just fine), but something about going out with friends is what she likes. it makes things better, somehow. “dude, no shit, really?” veronica sounds intrigued, gently nudging cindy with her elbow. “totally keep me updated. and-- yeah, maybe winter’s overstayed it’s welcome. i have to keep stitching up this trenchcoat’s pockets because of all the snow giving it water damage.” that, and it’s also old-- by a good few years, now. “honestly, i should probably just ditch the thing, but-- i dunno. it means a lot to me.”

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perceiivent​:

“Intuition, actually.” The barista knows Agnes and her order well enough by now, and accepts the cash from Agnes. “The way you were carrying yourself, tell-tale sign of needing a good cup of coffee.”

Not that she could blame any of them for that, while Gertrude never carried herself that way, Agnes could still tell that there was something dragging her down. “Come, sit down, I’ll grab it for you when it’s ready.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to complain. Seriously, thank you.” They sound almost relieved. A coffee break, though with a stranger, might just be enough to get that damn static in her head to shut up.

Veronica takes a seat. It feels nice to just sit down, too. They can’t get too comfortable, otherwise they risk slipping out of their concentration and-- well, spiraling. “I’m uh-- Veronica.” She thinks.

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Hi i was reading your rules and have a very stupid question. What does "pro-shipper" mean?

Hey! So from my understanding it's used to denote people who are explicitly shipping things like incest and pedophilia. If there's a better word for it somebody's welcome to tell me!! That's just the word I've always seen used for that sort of thing, so. As you can imagine I... really don't want those types of people near me? I have a little sister and I'm VERY protective over her, so even just the ideas disgust me.

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I hate when people say “𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫”, because “𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫” means that you made it out.

                                𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅.

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“Greetings and salutations.” / from Ted (:

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Now where’s she heard that particular greeting before? It gets a smile and a little laugh all the same. Veronica shrugs her shoulders lightly, moving out of the way of the slushie machine she’s standing in front of so they can actually see whose decided to say hello. She doesn’t really recognize him-- the first thing that comes to their mind is that maybe he’s one of J.D.’s old friends, what few the boy had. But that’s not possible-- not anymore, anyways. “Good morning. What sugary drink brings you here at 8:00 AM?”

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“I’m kinda like the leader, you know? Kinda like the king of the dipshits.”

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that gets them to snort-laugh, smile finally breaching their face. “aw, c’mon, it totally can’t be that horrible. i mean, i used to run around with three girls who thought color coordination was a basis for high-school social hierarchy. it felt like every week there was a fallout because somebody wanted red over yellow.”

they were just grateful nobody ever wanted blue-- the whole reason she’d even picked the color in the first place. “not to mention they were all named heather. if i don’t use their last names, it’s a whole clusterfuck.”