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@heywestcov1na : ❝ we took a wrong turn. ❞

"oh, really?" sarcasm dripped from the question as nathaniel adjusted his position in the passenger seat of greg's car –– far from the sort of town car he was used to riding around in when he could. the vast landscape they'd found themselves in wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting when they'd embarked on this road trip. "because i thought the middle of the desert was exactly the selling point of palm springs resort. and i'm out of trail mix, all that's left is the chocolate chips and they're garbage."

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if there was one thing that you could count on keeley to do, it was completely run away with an idea until it came to fruition. there wasn't much she couldn't be convinced to do, and she liked to think that she was just as good at getting others on board with said idea too. besides, having jamie as her partner in crime for said activity never seemed like a bad idea either, and almost added to the excitement of the whole thing. "i mean, you could be roy, i s'pose." face shifted in an expression deep in thought, as it piecing it together in her mind. "he might be more likely to hit ya than ted would, though. think you wanna risk it?" smile widened though as he agreed to her initial plans, eyes practically lighting up. "i think you'll make a great ted. and are less likely to get hurt. i tell ya what –– you can ditch the moustache after i've got some wicked photos, yeah?"

Her solution is likely more practical than Jamie's. The thought of actually growing a Lasso mustache in the middle of the season makes him feel physically unwell – he has a brand, an appearance to keep up, and his face is a massive, sexy part of that brand. Nevertheless, would one of those fake mustaches stay on his face for the duration of a party? When Jamie wants to commit to something, he really commits to whatever it is, be it football or some cheesy fucking Halloween party. When Jamie wants to impress Keeley... well, he'd do just about anything for that, whether or not he'd admit to it out loud. [ There are few things Jamie Tartt is embarrassed about, but the ends he'd go for Keeley Jones is something he thinks is best kept to himself. ] "Can't I be Roy, though?" That would get him out of the embarrassing facial hair growth, and it wouldn't be the first time he'd gone as Roy Kent to a party like that. "I mean... if y'really want me t'be Ted, I guess... for you, yeah- yeah, I'll- I'll be Ted, yeah."

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@defygrav1ty : ❝ it would’ve been fun … if you would’ve been the one . ❞

too many glasses of wine had left brooke laying on the plush carpet of her home, conversation taking a turn for the deep in a way that it only could when encouraged by the gentle nudges of sauvignon blanc. "do you think?" she asked, head turning towards logan as she dared to probe at his comment all the more. a line they'd never crossed to date, but she couldn't help the sudden curiosity brought on now the topic had come up. "brooke echolls could have a great ring to it, actually." she added with a soft, quiet laugh.

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I wanted to be a rock and roll star. To travel the world and play for strangers. And that’s what I did. It’s what I still do. Suki Waterhouse as Karen Sirko in Daisy Jones & The Six (2023)

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@gaffns : ❝ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. ❞

patrick had always been sam's rock, for as long as she could remember. navigating tricky waters in the hospital, the politics that came with their work, was always a little easier when they when they muddling through it together. his words of reassurance always felt like they carried more weight than perhaps those of anyone else, had they offered the same. "and i for you, you know that, right? i don't want you to ever think that it isn't reciprocated."

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being able to spin her actions, her decisions, into something that was entirely more acceptable had been a skill that rebecca had managed to perfect over the years. no, she hadn't lied, she'd just missed out some key information that might have painted a more accurate picture. but it was all for good reason, or so she told herself. though being questioned on it by greg hadn't really been factored into the ordeal.

"why would it bite me in the ass?" a genuine question, blinded by her own thoughts and ideas as to how perfect her plan had been, she failed to see the potential flaws that came with it. "as far as i see it, he has all the necessary information, and everything should go as planned because of it. the only person that might change that is you, and you're not going to say anything, are you? no, exactly."

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❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞ from rebecca !

He extends his head up for a sluggish nod. "Riiight, yeah. As one does." He can't help the smile forcing itself upon his lips. Though it falls snide in its own right, paired with that slight quirk about his brows that reeks of judgement, there is some amusement to be found along its creases. He's pretty sure West Covina has always been relatively insane, but Rebecca seems to have a talent for perpetuating it to something a little beyond that. Something less boring. It's almost impressive.

"So are you actually gonna tell him the full truth now or is that 'selective presentation' gonna bite you in the ass tomorrow?" Snuck the advice in like a champ. Or at least as far as his perception of it is concerned.

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@defygrav1ty : ❝ you’ve got your share of secrets and i’m tired of being the last to know . ❞

frustration bubbled beneath the surface, another moment of coming head to head with logan echolls hadn't exactly been at the top of her to do list for the day –– and yet, here they were. veronica's habits of following down a lead, sniffing out answers, often meant that she got caught up in the moment, with little regard for almost anything else. "oh suddenly i'm the one with secrets?" question prompted a laugh, false and full of sarcasm. "since when did you care so much about what i get up to? i thought you'd be far too distracted with going off the rails?"

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@heywestcov1na : ❝ you seriously suck with metaphors. ❞

eyes widened, almost comedically so, as greg confronted her with such a statement –– one that she would have to whole-hearted disagree with. "er, i think you are the one that sucks at metaphors." great comeback rebecca, you really put him in his place with that one. "besides, who died and made you king of linguistics, huh? or is that just a side hustle to home base?" she asked, voice playful as she continued to tease.

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"do i look like the kind of person that ––" he paused, head lifting as he looked to charlie with an entirely confused expression on his face, "–– digs?" to anyone else, the question might have had an obvious answer, but if there was one thing that nathaniel had learned in his brief encounters with charlie was the the obvious was usually far from it in his mind. "actually, don't answer that." he added quickly, hands resting on the desk in front of him as he leaned forward. "are these actual hatchets? or are you using the word hatchet as some sort of codeword for something –– utterly ridiculous?"

Charlie waves a dismissive hand at the statement, lowering his head a bit as though to reassure the other. "Don't worry dude I'm never gonna make you an accessory - you're not that pretty or sparkly." He says, hoping that's enough for Nathaniel to be at ease.

"So, are you gonna help me dig my hatchets up or what?"

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@defygrav1ty : ❝ every single day until the end , i will be by your side . ❞

a loud, heavy, sigh of relief expelled from brooke's lungs, a breath that had he not given her the reassurance that she'd been asking for, might have been held forever. but instead, words she'd been hoping to hear had clearly come from lucas, and far better than perhaps what she had hoped they might be. some small, quiet reassurance, would have done the trick. but instead, he gave it loudly, and unapologetically.

"that's certainly one way to make a girl feel better." she assured him, a pleased expression etching itself into her features, one that she wasn't sure she'd have been able to stop even if she'd wanted to. "thank you." her words were also sincere, meaningful, and filled with gratitude from his reassurance.

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Do you miss it? The White House? I was a big dog, effecting policy that affected 300 million lives…

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@focusedecption : ❝ i’m such an asshole , i don’t know why i brought that up . ❞

lips pursed together tightly, quinton's almost apology sitting with her before she opted to come up with some sort of response. she couldn't blame him –– being arrested for murder was an easy shot to take at mabel. "you are an asshole." she agreed, left leg tucking under her right as she fidgeted in her seat. "but i was let go. so as much as bringing up being arrested for murder is a cheap shot, i think i still get to be smug about the ending." she offered, a bid to make him feel a little better about the comment he'd made. "besides, at least it makes for an interesting story, right?"

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if there was one word that could always be used to describe nathaniel plimpton iii, it would almost always be one synonym or another of intense. no matter what the situation put before him, even one as simple as eating brought with a raft circumstances for him to consider. circumstances that often ended with some sort of high-intensity physical activity to counter act any food that hadn't come in the form of some high-protein shake. "where are you going?" he asked, not yet daring to turn his treadmill desk to anything less than the run that he had pre-programmed it to do. "and when? can i get another fifteen on this thing or do i need to go to that god awful twenty-four hour gym afterwards? do you know the kind of people that attend that place in the early hours of the morning?" his body visibly shuddered in an exaggerated manner at the thought.

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"I just came by to ask if you wanted to come with Rebecca and me to..." the response starts automatically as he stares at what he's decided is a mess of a man ( and that's something coming from Greg Serrano ), but he soon trails off and takes a quick breath, blinking like he's just processed something.

"... Dude. " He doesn't know what kind of face he's making, but there's certainly no effort put into concealing the judgement in it. Well, judgement and concern, but the latter's always hiding behind something else with Greg. "Take it easy. You know digestion is a thing, right? You'll be fine." Even as he says it, he's gathering the other just won't listen to him. But, hey, it's worth putting out there. Maybe Nathaniel's never attended a biology class before. Or maybe he had shit parents. It's probably shit parents. It's always shit parents, isn't it?

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@defygrav1ty : ❝ i heard you’ve been showing the town to some other girl: did she also buy you a smoothie, or am i still your favorite newcomer? ❞

"now now, there's no need to be like that." ted gave a laugh at zoe's words, his potentially controversial method of winning over those new to the town an interesting take from the doctor. "maybe i'm just being that nice, did you consider that?" he asked, playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips before he conceded. "but if it makes you feel better, no, she didn't buy me a smoothie. offered to give me some sort of healing session though, not sure what that's meant to entail. i'll have to let you know if it's better than a smoothie or not."

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CASUAL AARON HOTCHNER

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@focusedecption : ❝ i’ll have you know i’m kind of a big deal around here . ❞

a loud, almost melodic laugh drifted through glossed lips as her eyes stayed fixed on the screen before her, fingers tapping furiously at the keyboard as she was still trying to navigate the latest target she'd been given. she liked to think that she was as skilled at multi-tasking as she was with computers, allowing her to speak to danny while she continued to work.

it was only after a moment that the laugh stopped, gaze lifted to meet his, and her face dropped into a more serious expression. "oh, you weren't joking?" she clarified, sitting up taller in her seat and pulling her hands away from the computer, providing him with a little more attention. "funny, because i've never seen you around here before. so you're obviously here because someone gave you my name. so spill, who was it? and why me?"