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                    nadia pouted at jasper, resting her head on her hands. ❝oh, don’t be rude. you love me.❞ she chided at him, tutting afterwards in a shameful manner. at his last comment however, nadia’s grin stretched into a smirk. her eyes grew wide and innocent, eyelashes batting at jasper. ❝it does a lot of things, darlin’. some of them i can’t say, though. god is watchin’ me, you see.❞ she explained, nodding to emphasize her statement. 

It was hard for the brunet to hold himself back; his brows kinked up immediately from the other’s remark, a scoff forced to be heard for him to make a convincing retortion. “Do I?” He questioned, feigning his doubt with the help of his narrowed eyes, though the reflection his hues seems to be showing held a spark of interest; a kind of entertainment he was personally looking forward to. It was as if a bell has rung inside his head, starting a match with the girl on the other side of the ring. “You can’t do that,” Jasper shook his head as he extended his point. “You can’t just show me the key to a locked door and expect me to watch you walk away with it. Unlock the damn door,” he almost commanded, speaking in metaphors and playing riddles in his head. “God’s got quite a lot of people to take care of. Surely his hands are tied. He’s occupied for the time being, so come on -- “ he placed his guitar besides him before sitting himself up; both arms now placed on the table as he leaned forward. “Enlighten me.” 

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Jasper couldn’t help but cave in to the slight twitch coming from the left tip of his lips; which was soon tugging at its side, forming a curve that had managed to brighten his features. Both his brows raised at the words of the other, before it furrowed, his gaze shifting down to the stuffed bear who apparently goes by ‘Ted’. “If it isn’t the famous Ted,” Jasper began with a light chuckle, his remark referenced the comedy film that starred a teddy bear coming to life -- the bear sharing the name of the current one in Jourdan’s hands. “Aren’t you a bit too old to be playing with stuffed animals?” He teased, feigning a questionable look with both his hands tucked into his pockets; his foot remained rooted to the ground, obvious that he won’t be going anywhere for a bit. “I’m sure Ted can live with no sunlight for a while.”

jourdan sat on one of the dozens of chaises located just outside of the kids’ playhouse, an obnoxiously large stuffed bear placed in her lap. she watched carefully as a couple of kids splashed about in the kiddy pool. one of them, a tiny blonde girl by the name of sophia, had insisted that her bear come along to ‘sun bathe’. her job was to play along, so she did, and she did it with a smile as she had only five more minutes before her shift came to an end. “is he getting enough sun?” the girl called from the water; jourdan grinned and nodded. “he’s loving it, soph,” she replied before a shadow blocked out the sun. glancing up, she grinned once more, leaning forward on the stuffed animal, “you know, you’re kind of getting in the way of ted’s tan time. it is incredibly important to him, and honestly he gets hella grumpy when he doesn’t get enough sun.”

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The sight of Winona had Jasper mirroring her exact expression; his brows, too, arching back at her -- however, the only difference between himself and the other was his lips tugging and curving itself to form his signature grin that dripped in nothing mischief, hinting some kind of trouble. “Don’t shoot me,” he murmured teasingly, his brows settling but now furrowed as he gave out a chuckle. “I brought you a little something to untwist those knickers,” and with that, he placed a coffee cup on the counter which separated them; a finger pushing the cardboard cup towards her direction in encouragement.

“It’s not coffee,” he muttered under his breath whilst he placed his elbows on the solid surface, allowing his upper body to lean forward, “it could possibly be tea.” The grin on his face widened, hinting the girl that the content inside was anything but the two things he had enlightened -- a quick sniff would be able to do the trick. It was how he went through his shifts when his day doesn't start out the way he wants it too -- nothing like a good whiskey in a coffee cup could fix it. “Although I would like a bag of chips to go if you don’t mind. Add in a few extras if you’re planning to hang with me later on. I’ve got more than just a coffee cup waiting for you.”

late nights, danny’s diner a frequent place for friends to MINGLE until the hot spot hit a drab lull approximately ten minutes before closing, a task she was left to on this particular night – not that winona liked it. she was a girl of limited friends, found lingering behind a stained counter separating her from customers in solitude, far from the other servers plaguing the space. elbows perched forward, warm hues not so much as giving a cursory glance to anyone besides the novel she was so captivatingly tucked into, titled ‘ rise of the rocket girls, ’ flicking through yet another page as a dejected sigh slipped past burgundy lips. ‘ what do you want ? ’ came the abrupt statement, her tone brusque per usual at the sound of shuffling feet on lacquered floors. lithe fingers reached to brush a tendril of hair back, her opposite hand moving to tuck the paperback away. subsequently, her gaze traced over to the idle figure, eyebrow arching as she aligned herself with the adjacent cashier in anticipation of a last minute order, though she was quite TRANSPARENTLY vexed. that was simply winona, a mouth lacking a filter, sleep deprived irritation seeping through ever crack as raw words fell from chapped lips. she certainly wasn’t the most amicable server to be, but her signature annoyance always added a rustic charm to the diner’s ambiance. ‘ we’re closing in a bit. ’

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With brows rising at the unexpected interaction, Jasper turned his head over to face and match the features of the intruding voice interrupting his smoke break. A death stick was placed in between his lips; the tips burning and crackling below him, instantly finishing the rest of the stick as he pondered for a second or two. “It can’t be that shitty,” he chuckled after exhaling the smoke and flicking the bud off into the water below them. “You sure sound desperate. Three hundred bucks just to rehearse a few lines with you? Where the hell are your actual partners in the act?”

🔪 ⁛ ⁚ ⁛ open starter.

                    with a flick of a wrist, the cancer stick went flying to her foot and she promptly stomped out it’s embers. magenta’s second production within this cruise was to come to a head by the end of the month. which meant that all the time magenta spent snorting coke up into her nose to pop her brain cells, gradually went down the drain in useless time being spent getting high. her dark black hair fluttered into her face as she moved with swift motion to the nearest person beside her. flying her hand out, she pushed a three prong chapter book into their face. “three hundred bucks. all yours if you help me rehearse some lines. deal, my dude ?”

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Jasper had been occupying the back booth of Danny’s Diner for the last two hours; spending his current free time laying on the red coloured cushion with both legs stretched out in front of him. His current company was none other than his beautiful acoustic guitar; his fingers finding itself familiar with the placement as he plucked and strummed certain chords; his lips quietly humming the tune he played that was previously stuck in his head. However, all that seemed to have stopped the second Nadia graced him with her presence. “It’s always such a pleasure to see you sugar,” Jasper greeted with furrowed brows, a small amused smirk growing on his features. “Ah yes, please join us -- there’s always room for more.” His tone dripped with sarcasm at the other’s self-invitation -- though it’s not like he wasn’t happy to see her. He chuckled at her complaint before shaking his head; his fingers resuming back to the tune. “I’m curious. Does that mouth do anything else other than whine?”

                    nadia collapsed into a back booth of danny’s diner, sinking into the seat across from someone who more than likely didn’t care to hear about her troubles. ❝lord above―some people are just meaner than snakes. my boss has me runnin’ all over hell’s half acre and on top of that, i was so busy runnin’ my legs off i crashed into a housekeeping cart.❞ nadia sighed, hands rubbing at her temples and a deep frown on her face.

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It wasn’t his intention to interrupt the blonde’s practice -- he himself, hated any sort of interruptions when it comes to him sound-checking, or preparing himself for a gig for that matter; so when the twenty-three-year-old stepped into the private area without the knowledge of Ivy occupying the space, he was quick to raise a hand up in surrender. “Fuck,” slipped quietly out of his lips; his hand now placed over his chest to show sincerity. “Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be in here,” his head shook to somewhat decline, or dissolve her apology. “You sound ace though -- honest.”

━━━ the sky deck was empty, all of the patrons on the cruise were at dinner, and ivy was taking advantage of the opportunity to do some warm ups for her upcoming set in private. she should be used to it at this point, but ivy was still coming down with a major case of stage fright and being on the huge central stage did nothing for her nerves. being able to do her warm ups in private always settled her down. a small noise from behind her cut ivy’s note off sharply and she whipping around quickly, cheeks bright red. ‘sorry,’ she apologized, ‘i didn’t think anyone else was up here.’

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By now, the twenty-three year old was used to the usual preparation routine he would follow from being scheduled for a gig. It consisted of him checking in every now and then, waking early in the morning to make sure the sound system were adjusted to the way he liked it, as well as his tracks working well without any problems. Despite him memorizing his adjustments and every other detail by hard was enough, Jasper still made the extra effort to be sure; his inner perfectionist not allowing him to slack. “And I just spent the entire morning sound-checking, so yeah -- but let’s go somewhere with good coffee, yeah? I need a cup before I get fucking cranky,” he nodded, a chuckle escaping through his lips. “It’s nothing compared to you though. Can’t imagine how tiring it would be to be constantly thrown in the air like you’re a bloody Frisbee.”

Giselle spent the last two hours 25 feet suspended mid air on a metal hoop. She was good at a lot of things when it came to acrobatics and dancing, especially dancing. While most of her free time was spent either practicing Ballet or just simply practicing other modes of dance, but acrobats was her job. After constant spinning or flipping, sometimes involving fire, she lowered herself down on aerial silks which was another of her performances later on.

A sigh left her lips and she brushed her fingers through her hair. “Being suspended in the air for two hours sure makes a girl hungry.” She said in her thick French accent. “Care to join?”

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“If I find Bosco talking to you in actual English one day or any language for that matter, I might actually shit my pants,” Jasper intruded, inserting his presence into the invisible bubble Jaxon had built around himself. He took a seat opposite the other, lifting his legs up to fill up the couch and make himself comfortable despite the eyes around the lounge piercing right through him. “Working on something new?”

If there was anything that could calm Jaxon after a hectic day of reorganizing his half of the room he had to share with Jasper it was sitting down with his acoustic Stella and plucking out a few chords while he worked on his newest song. He didn’t have work until late that night so he figured that he would lounge on the deck and enjoy the sun. Bosco curled up beneath the bench Jaxon was reclining on and closed his eyes. It was not unusual for the pair to be seen this way whether it was in parks, bars, or now this cruise ship.

He hummed quietly, trying not to disturb too many of the patrons. This new song was much quicker than his usual style, a test run into his abilities to switch out of his comfort zone. He kept finding himself glancing toward his dog.

“Whaddya think, buddy? Top Ten Latest Hits material or Obscure Indie Solo Artist style?”

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i might head to bed in a bit, but heads up that i won’t be around when ic interactions open though i’ll be sure to reply to starters the second i get on my laptop tomorrow!! just a smol reminder that if we haven’t plotted yet, and if you’d like to, don’t hesitate to either message me or like this!!

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ot by john.k                          - my muse’s last text to your muse

ariel: ok so i just bought a record player and it’s FUCKING BEAUTIFUL

ariel: come over and bring as many records as you can pls, you will not be disappointed ;-)

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jasper the friendly ghost / sex with me rihanna

NADIA: come by the cafe later

NADIA: i have something to show you ;)

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Sadie Hawkins Dance by Relient K

my muse’s last text to your muse

Jaxon: BroJaxon: I swear to fUCkJaxon: If I find another pair of underwear on my half of the floorJaxon: I’m throwing your shit off this boatJaxon: We have rULEs DAmMIT!!!!!!

Jaxon: Buy me booze or don’t come back to the room tonightJaxon: xoxo

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hi pals!! i’m about to head out for brunch but i’ll be sure to reply all ims when i get back. if we haven’t plotted and if you would like to, please feel free to message me or like this and i’ll get back to you when i’m back!!

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[ THIS IS QUEUED -- i’m most likely still sleeping ] mic check one two, is this thing working?? hi hey hello, i’m bunny -- i’m currently an unemployed, lazy twenty-three year old, and i go by she/her pronouns. i’m so excited to be here and i can’t wait to read all about the characters in this group, as well as write with you all! here’s my son, jasper -- he’s a new contradicting muse, so i’m still working bits and bobs for him. under the cut are some information about him, and i just want to apologize how shitty they’re written and how carried away i got. they’re literally word vomit tbh lmao dfhiaud i probably forgot a few things to add but that’s okie dokes!

anyway, if you’d like to plot, don’t hesitate to message me or you can like this and i’ll pop into your ims!! just a heads up that i get excited easily, and i tend to go wild with hcs when i plot so tell me to stop whenever you get annoyed please iuhdfiusdhfusd

hold on a second — is that BLAKE STEVEN i saw working on the sunny bay ship recently? oh wait, i was mistaken as it was actually JASPER ERNST, a CISMALE who is TWENTY-THREE years old and is an intern as a SINGER. i heard when they’re not on the ship they’re studying MUSIC INDUSTRY MANAGEMENT AND ARTIST DEVELOPMENT which sounds pretty awesome! they are often described by their friends as QUICK-WITTED and DEBONAIR but also RETICENT and VOLATILE which means they are often labelled as THE FERVOUR. i can’t wait to see what they have to offer on the ship!

CHARACTER INFORMATION —

TW: DEATH MENTION, DROWNING

001. BASICS / Jasper Harris Ernst, twenty-three, Australian-German, born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. Currently studying Music Industry Management and Artist Development; aesthetically (both vibe and music) a mixture of Alex Turner from the Arctic Monkeys and Jesse Rutherford – his voice sounding similar to the latter

002. FAMILY BACKGROUND / Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, Jasper’s parents grew up together in the same neighborhood and were the perfect example of childhood best friends turned into lovers. Both Australian (his father being half German), they had their own complicated, rollercoaster-like timeline of growing up together and watching the other fall in and out of love with other people; only to realize they’ve been emotionally unavailable for one another upon reaching the end of their college year. They eventually tied the knot after their university years, building up their perfect and small-knitted family together - creating a family of three (excluding small numbers of extended families). While they weren’t exactly filthy rich, and though money was tight on certain days, the three of them lived happily and comfortably together with the love they surrounded themselves by. They were pretty much the average family on the street and share an awfully close bond with their extended families which can be quite troublesome and dramatic at times.

003. AN ABRUPT CHANGE FROM PERFECT ( DEATH MENTION TW) / Valentine’s Day is nothing but a curse to Jasper Ernst, for the meaning and the word “perfect” to describe the life he was living in, dissolved and erased itself from his vocabulary on February 14. He was with his grandparents on the night it all happened – his head tilted upwards, his wide eyes no longer on the building blocks and his enormous Hot Wheels collection; but instead, it was on the eyes that reflected admiration and care, as well as the wholehearted smiles that managed to brighten the features of his grandparents who were still ridiculously madly in love for one another at an age like theirs. Their shadows hovered above the surface of the carpet he was sitting on as they danced to Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon. Jasper, despite being just five, was sure of himself that he knew what the word “Love” meant that night; nevermind the cooties, Frank Sinatra (the one name that took him almost a week or two to properly and correctly pronounce) must have to know what he was talking about when he sang his heart out about wanting to hold hands and kiss – at least, his grandfather did (very poorly, but sweetly) to the love of his life, which was close enough in his opinion. But happiness, that night especially, didn’t last.

Bright smiles on faces were replaced with loud cries and a sorry police officer at the front door of Jasper’s grandparent’s house. They were rushing to the hospital before he knew it, phone calls were made on their way there – one that was awfully hard to understand by the sound of his grandmother weeping, unable to catch her breath. He thought, during all that chaos, maybe it was better if he mentally recited his multiplication he had just been taught at school – a way to perhaps cheer up his worried grandmother and stop her from crying, but his heart was beating way too hard to focus, his fingers subconsciously fiddling with his seatbelts.

004. IT’S OKAY (DEATH MENTION TW) / Learning about the death of his parents (caused by a horrific car crash) was hard to understand – harder than his grandparents breaking the news to him. He wanted to trade his Hot Wheels collection and Pokemon cards then – for “a trip to heaven, if it’s possible,” were his exact words, his fingers twitching and the weight of his foot shuffling from left to right, as if they were ready to head upstairs to grab what could be his ticket to see his parents in a second if anyone ever said the word. But it wasn’t easy like that. He didn’t cry – he made sure that he didn’t in front of his grandmother, at least. He likes to think that he understood the telepathic message his grandfather was sending him through bloodshot eyes. He knew his grandmother cried about enough on her way to and back from the hospital, and will probably continue crying once he’s tucked in, hence why he cried to himself to sleep under his covers the second the lights of his brand new room were turned off – his nightlight not doing its trick.

005. GROWING UP / Jasper moved in with his grandparents a week after his parents’ accident. It was hard to return home without the two most important people greeting you at the front door; it was harder stepping in to have memories flood right back, hitting him where it hurts. Again, he made sure he didn’t cry. He needed to be strong and crying was only a flick away to twisting the tap of the tears his grandmother had shed nights after nights. Though it was hard at first, he needed to adjust and understand that his nights at his grandparents’ were no longer sleepovers – it was his new home. With the help of his grandfather, Jasper made sure his new room held memories that included his parents and made it more to his liking.

The three of them repaired and sew the holes of each other’s hearts together. Jasper’s grandparents made sure to give him the life he was meant to have, making sure he grew up healthy and happy; and though he missed his parents on certain days and at times wish they were around, healthy and happy he was. He was granted all the things he wanted; he wasn’t exactly spoiled, he was coddled and awfully sheltered a lot. Each time he fell and scraped his knee, there would always be a plaster to mend his wound and a hand to hold.

006. EXTERNAL PERSONALITY (NEGATIVE) / ill-tempered, misunderstood, short-fused, argumentative and defensive are some words to describe Jasper Ernst. Besides dealing with the death of his parents in an unhealthy manner since day one, the weight of being a victim of bullying accumulated a lot of pent-up anger and frustration inside him. He was bullied throughout his primary and high school years, constantly getting picked on for various reasons – one among the many included his absence of his parents and how he was living with his grandparents who were most likely just “stuck with him”. Unlike most victims, however, Jasper wasn’t one to stay silent. He would often pick fights and start them, only to end it with him being sent to the principal office with his glasses snapped into two and bruises; plastered as the problematic child (despite his intelligence) given his condition. He grew up short-fused and awfully defensive, constantly arguing with people who aren’t the slightest bit careful with their words. Little things would trigger him and start a wildfire.

007. EXTERNAL PERSONALTY (POSITIVE) / Despite his problematic and hard exterior, Jasper can be quite amicable. He has his days, to say the least; although he’s moody, he can be friendly when he wants to be and can come across as an easy going person when he’s in a good mood. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s loyal to his friends – even though he does only have a few that he can sincerely count on.

008. INTERNAL PERSONALITY (THE FERVOUR) / There’s quite a lot of things hidden underneath the surface Jasper Ernst allows himself to show. There’s no in between when it comes to feeling certain emotions – in fact, he either feels or not at all. He suppresses the majority of his emotions and keeps them to himself out of the lack of trust he has, as well as not wanting to be a burden. He cares a hell lot, up to the point where someone’s feelings or emotions could potentially overrule his own and affect him in certain ways. With that said, Jasper is, underneath all that explosive trait, a hopeless romantic. He feels everything intensely, love not being an exception. He falls in smitten a lot, but once his heart’s been captured, he’s a lost cause.

009. MUSIC AND OTHER INTERESTS / Music is the only way Jasper can bleed himself dry. He self-taught himself the guitar at the age of eleven, and was introduced by his grandfather who promised him that he’d be able to swoon girls with it. Despite him only picking music with the interest of picking up girls, his interest soon took a turn and he found himself doing it for himself. He began to venture onto other instruments – such as piano and violin but always winded up back to the guitar. It’s how he channels his intense emotions; putting down how he felt in words and melodies.

(DROWNING TW) Apart from music, back in school Jasper had a thing with sports. He was always put into teams to represent his school when it comes to football and basketball though it was only to keep his body physically active and fit. Swimming, on the other hand, was a sport he failed terribly at. He suffers from a phobia for water out of nearly drowning at one of his friend’s birthday party.

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nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

bold which habits your muse has