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[nalaomita]

closed starter for: @ofpriderocks​ location: simba and nala’s apartment

up until this point, any time nala spent monitoring the intranet that showcased activity of omita enterprise, it felt like a very thin layer of extra security. one she didn’t need to put much thought into lately with even the darkest corners of the servers operating business as usual. but just as she suspected ( read: feared ) with scar in town was that eventually she’d see elias, california shine bright on the activity map.

today was the day that rang true.

she called to simba as she entered their apartment with a spring in her step, laptop hitting the flat surface of the kitchen table as she opened it up to show him “ babe ! ” she called again as she opened up everything she just found. “ i figured out our next move ! ”

[nalaomita]

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nala watched carefully from behind the front counter as raphael crossed the gym floor with a burrito in his hand, his eyes laser focused on the phone in the other. as a couple members weaved their way around him to avoid collision, gravity betrayed him when the burrito hit the floor. a hand covered her mouth as she failed to hold in a laugh. 

“ come on, hamato. what has you so distracted ? ” she asked before grabbing some paper towels and rounding the counter to help clean the mess. “ we’re both due a break. how about we get princey boy behind the desk and we’ll find something else to eat ? ”

Raph was enjoying his breakfast burrito as he walked. He shouldn’t have been so focused on his phone because his burrito slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. He sighed loudly as he looked at the mess on the floor. “Great. That would happen to me.” 

[nalaomita]

diamcndgirl​:

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“fine. i’ll save the gossip for later then.” penny huffed, “if we’re gonna make up a lie it needs to be a fun one.. like we saved a kitten from a tree or met rihanna or something.”

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“ i’ll even let you say we saved rihanna’s kitten from a tree if you help me, ” nala told the blonde, a small laugh passing her lips at the thought. “ but what’s important here is being seen - and, i hope you don’t take this the wrong way but you look like you’re really good at that. ” she didn’t know much about penny, to be fair, but she would describe the woman as boisterous. “ surely, you know where the hot spots are, right? if you wanted to go out and run into half the city, where would you go? ”

[nalaomita]

serenafainx​:

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serena’s eyes lit up in amusement. “ and here i thought we finally broke the work-friend barrier and were becoming real friends. oh, when will i stop being so used, ” she sighed dramatically.

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“ we are ! look, i promise i’ll make it up to you, ” nala insisted as she looked to her friend with a reassuring smile. as nala started formulating her pursuit to figure out and interfere with scar’s plans, she had made the risky decision to be seen. not in search of the man, of course - but the next time they ran into each other she was going to be ready. she could sit around the casino and wait, considering that was where she saw him last time. but where was the fun in that ?

this wasn’t just about scar, anyway. when she finally struck, there was a possibility it would effect the whole city. the more people who could vouch for her being out, booked and busy as one was, the better the alibi. “ just - where the hell do we go in this city when the goal is to see as many people as possible ? ”

[nalaomita]

eyes narrowed as nala thought about the alternative for a moment: a world of predictability. of course she understood the sentiment - when life lost its mystery it started to become mundane. but nala had seen enough surprises in her life, too. she shook her head. “ i don’t know. it might be nice to wake up one day and know exactly how it was going to play out. maybe not forever, but ... for once. ”

— ❛ open. ❜  

location: replier’s choice .

🎃 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────     ❛   i   don’t   want   to   live   in   a   universe   with   a   fixed   meaning   ,   and   the   end   of   mystery   .   the   universe   should   be   unfathomable   .   ❜

[nalaomita]

status: open location: replier’s choice

“ look at me and listen closely - i’m only here to establish an alibi. ”

[nalaomita]

the air of familiarity surrounding the full moon ball was both comforting and a little bit unhinged, if nala were to be honest with herself. put her in an expensive enough dress and an extravagant headpiece and she stood a little straighter. easily embodied a role she didn’t quite have to anymore. regardless of which questionable characters entered the city at any given day, her main job here was to remain unnoticed.

and yet here she was, unable to shake the idea that entering the ballroom placed her directly in the line of fire.

her stride was interrupted when she moved too swiftly past a stranger, a clasp on one of her many bracelets managing to hook onto the mesh fabric of his cape. “ oh, hold on, ” she said, slowly turning her wrist to unclasp the bracelet entirely when she noticed a loose thread start to pull away. “ you don’t want it to snag. here. ” with another quick motion, the bracelet was free. she threw it in her purse, considering that was the second time it’s happened tonight. “ your outfit looks incredible. wouldn’t want anything to happen to it. ”

— ❛ OPEN. ❜  

location: full moon ball, specific location up to player .

🎃 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────  balls   and   galas   were   events   jasper   was   used   to.   he   had   been   raised   in   high   society   and   was   often   the   forefront   of   these   extravaganzas.   while   he   was   raised   to   live   on   this   pedestal   it   didn’t   mean   jasper   enjoyed   being   at   these   gatherings.   he   certainly   wasn’t   a   fan   of   them   in   this   current   moment   but   he   had   allowed   himself   to   be   a   shut   in   for   so   long.   at   risk   of   something   going   horribly   wrong,   jasper   went   against   his   better   judgement   and   came   to   the   ball.   the   outfit   he   wore   was   already   in   his   closet   because   of   course   jasper   skellington   would   own   something   like   this.   it   made   him   stand   out   a   little   too   much   when   he   was   used   to   being   in   the   shadows   now.   jasper,   as   per   usual,   was   wildly   uncomfortable.   the   space   he   tried   to   keep   between   himself   and   other   was   disrupted   when   the   train   of   his   outfit   caught   on   someone   else’s   outfit.      “   oh,   ”      the   skeleton   mumbled   as   he   made   eye   contact   with   the   other.      “   i’m   sorry.   here   allow   me   ..   ”      he   added   as   he   began   to   untangle   his   piece.

[nalaomita]

the discussion about whether or not simba and nala would even show up to this event was a surprisingly short one, so much so that she had managed to shock herself with the lack of caution. there was a chance - a rather large chance, honestly - that scar shauku would show up just like everyone else in the city. stepping foot inside that ballroom decreased the size of their arena to the most populated room in elias that night, and the fear of that caught up with nala the moment she had a second too long to think about it.

it didn't take long for her to decide that she'd feel much more at peace if she scanned the place, using the search for a bathroom as an excuse to get away long enough to make her rounds. the building was full of life, which made her feel a little better. the more people there were in a room, the easier it was to blend in.

a sharp turn into the kitchens had her searching for a single glass of champagne - she couldn't let her guard down too far, but she could let loose just a little if she wanted to. she was on a mission as narrowed eyes scanned the room, but was interrupted by someone tripping in front of her.

" are you okay ? " nala asked as she quickly offered a hand to help them up, casually tapping the pastry with her foot so it would roll in the opposite direction. " you didn't twist your ankle or anything, right? do i need to call a medic ? " she joked.

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@nalaomita

Vanellope peeked around a corner, trying to remain inconspicuous in her brilliant pink ballgown. Gathering her skirts, she dashed across the hallway and through the doorway to the kitchen staging room.

A huge platter of gorgeous pastries had just been dropped off for distribution. With no one in sight, Vanellope scooped up two, stuffing one in her mouth and grabbing a third to take with her.

As she spun around, powdered sugar coating her lips, she tripped over her skirt. With a squeak, she tipped, landing on her knees, the pastries rolling away to land at the feet of a stranger.

Swallowing quickly, face turning pink, Vanellope sat back on her heels.

"Whoops! Not used to all this extra fabric," she chuckled.

[nalaomita]

[nalaomita]

aprilcneil​:

open starter for anyone location: anywhere in elias

“this city is nice and all but sometimes i miss stepping over trash in the street.” april said with a sigh looking over to the person next to her, “new york had a different kind of.. charm. this place doesn’t even seem real it’s so clean sometimes.”

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❛ yeah, it’s like this now ... but it wasn’t always this nice. ❜ nala recalled just last year when half the city was picking up rubble and climbing over debris. after the city had found itself overrun by monsters, a little bit of new york trash would have felt like nothing. undetectable or maybe even unsettling like the cleanliness seemed to feel to her now. ❛ i’m actually kind of surprised how quickly they fixed it up down here. that building, ❜ she pointed, ❛ had collapsed on itself at one point. they just fixed it up recently. ❜ she chose to withhold the how and why pieces of that story unless probed. 

❛ what’s your favorite part of new york ? ❜

[nalaomita]

closed starter for: @notjustaprincess-youknow​​ location: simba and nala’s apartment

⊃(￣(ｴ)￣)⊂

the framework for tonight had been entirely formulaic, plotted down to every minor detail. a celebratory night in, complete with baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet and both girl’s favorite snacks, would keep both nala and kiara safe behind locked doors in a way that filled their emotional cup. with simba and kion in the next room, all of them settled and safe under the same roof ... scar could knock on the door and nala’s confidence would soar. bring it on.

❛  should we get take out ? ❜ she asked as she collapsed down on the couch, checking the time. ❛ somebody’s gonna come in here crying if we don’t feed him soon, and i don’t mean the baby. ❜

[nalaomita]

ohjeepcrs​:

She tucked her phone away into her bag as she walked before she stopped someone. “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea where the closest coffee shop is would you? I need a macchiato and a place to charge my phone.” 

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❛ oh, definitely, there’s a few options around here, ❜ nala said confidently as she looked around at the neighboring shops. there was one place just a block over that was pretty decent, but a little bit of a longer walk would get them better coffee. ❛ are you willing to walk for it? ten minutes, tops, and i can probably get you the best macchiato in town. ❜

[nalaomita]

alwaysa-winner​:

-is that a bad thing?-

 they questioned, as if knowing too much about who francesco bernoulli truly is a bad thing. had them over share, share. but who else were they going to tell about their kinks. they weren’t ashamed of them after all. It didn’t help that they were five drinks , and someone should stop them at this point.

-shh don’t tell anyone-

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was it a bad thing ? well, no - nala wouldn’t say that. however, it was a ... different thing. a peculiar thing. a piece of information she wasn’t sure she’d give up willingly, even this many drinks in. she waved to the bartender in a way that was similar to how she would get fran’s attention, the night’s habits coming to her in that moment as she raised two fingers to indicate another round of what they were drinking, chosen earlier by her friend. 

i’ll tell everyone here. nala smirked as she started pointing cheekily at random patrons of the bar - the more scandalized she thought they’d be, the better. what about this old guy ? there was emphasis on the sign for old. how do you think he’d react ?

[nalaomita]

ofpriderocks​:

🦁 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    “   he   would   though,   nala.   you   and   i   know   that.   ”      his   hands   placed   themselves   on   either   side   of   his   girlfriend’s   body,   holding   onto   her   arms   as   if   they   were   life   support   rafts   because   to   simba   they   were.   if   he   ever   dared   to   let   go   an   inch   he   feared   he   would   float   away.   which   sounded   a   hell   of   a   lot   better   than   what   he   had   just   been   told.   his   uncle   was   alive   and   he   was   here   in   elias.   it’s   not   that   simba   didn’t   think   this   was   a   possibility.   he   knew   scar   was   alive.   the   thought   of   his   uncle   felt   miles   away.   not   a   present   threat.   it   was   supposed   to   be   a   challenge   he   would   face   when   he   was   ready   -   if   he   was   ever   ready.   simba   had   all   but   given   up   the   idea   of   going   back   to   pride   rock.   it   wasn’t   his   fight   anymore.   the   title   of   king   had   gone   to   his   uncle.   it   might   have   seemed   unfair   but   scar   had   won   the   fight.   simba   wasn’t   strong   enough   to   beat   his   uncle   then   and   he   wasn’t   so   sure   he   could   beat   him   now.   his   grip   tightened   on   nala’s   arms   as   he   tried   to   ground   himself.   realizing   what   he   was   doing   he   released   her   and   backed   away   with   an   apologetic   look   coloring   his   features.   

“   he   wanted   power.   what’s   more   powerful   than   teaming   up   with   a   woman   who’s   calling   upon   the   dark   forces   to   snuff   out   the   light   ?   ”      the   wooziness   settled   in   again   and   simba   hand   to   sit   down.   the   wind   hadn’t   been   knocked   out   of   him.   oh   no,   his   breath   had   been   stolen   right   from   his   lungs.   it   was   becoming   harder   to   focus   on   what   nala   was   saying.   the   only   thing   that   simba   could   hear   was   the   ringing   in   his   ears   and   the   sound   of   his   heart   slamming   against   his   rib   cage.   he   did   his   best   to   calm   himself   so   he   could   focus   to   the   situation   at   hand.   he   was   no   use   to   nala   if   he   couldn’t   pull   himself   together.   

“   we   got   comfortable.   ”      a   curt   laugh   left   him   because   it   was   laughable.   they   had   allowed   themselves   to   become   complastant.   this   normality   they   had   settled   into   had   given   them   a   false   sense   of   security.   the   war   was   no   longer   in   their   backyard.   a   semblance   of   peace   they   had   never   known   was   given   to   them   only   to   be   snatched.      “   it   was   stupid   to   think   we   could   ever   leave   …   that   we   could   just   forget   what   was   going   on   and   live   normal   lives.   ”   he   was   speaking   more   so   for   himself   rather   than   nala   because   if   there   was   one   thing   nala   omita   was   it   was   a   warrior.   she   would   bleed   for   their   people.   simba   couldn’t   let   her   bleed   out   alone.   

this   life   he   had   forged   for   himself   with   nala   was   now   shattered.   any   hopes   of   leaving   behind   the   past   was   futile.   the   past   had   caught   up   with   him   and   hit   him   like   a   semi   truck.   there   was   nowhere   left   for   simba   to   run.   he   had   to   face   this   head   on.   not   just   for   himself,   or   for   his   kingdom   but   for   his   family.   for   nala,   kiara   and   kion   who   had   all   fled   to   elias   for   sanctuary.   

the   question   nala   posed   was   one   simba   refused   to   think   about.   it   was   a   scenario   that   he   didn’t   dare   linger   on   too   long.   with   all   his   intensive   training   he   was   left   standing   in   the   middle   of   a   battlefield   with   no   armor,   not   course   of   action   and   no   hope.   the   only   thing   shrouding   him   was   fear.   

but   simba   was   mufasa’s   son.   he   was   a   shauku.   he   was   a   lion   at   heart.   if   there   was   one   thing   synonymous   with   the   shauku’s   was   their   bravery.   it   was   time   for   him   to   remember   who   he   was   and   tap   into   that   side   of   himself   he   had   buried.   

“   if   he’s   looking   for   me   then   he’s   looking   for   a   fight.   scar’s   gone   too   far   this   time.   i’m   not   letting   him   get   away   with   this   like   he   did   with   the   pridelands.   ”

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nala watched as simba’s gaze shifted with each passing realization that accompanied her words. she only had a small idea on what most of them could be, but she knew they were plentiful. both of them were going to have to quickly accept that no matter how much time went by, no matter how prepared she thought they were going to be, neither of them were ready to just run into simba’s uncle. the king. scar. any one title didn’t fit, but throwing them all together felt like they were giving the man too much credit. her hands gripped simba’s shoulders to steady him.

it had been so easy to settle down and get wrapped up in what nala could only describe as a perfectly normal life with simba, allowing themselves to navigate adulthood together without the turmoil of a fallen government looming directly over their heads. things were out of sight and out of mind for just a smidge too long and now they were looking at aftermath comparable to a whirlwind. 

and she was already jumping ahead of herself, something she only caught at his response to her. what logic did she have to think that scar was here specifically for simba when they had learned last year that he was working with that dastardly woman who was infiltrating this very city ? ❛ no, i’m wrong, ❜ nala acknowledged with a shake of her head. while she was proud of simba in that moment for putting his foot down ... she couldn’t let him instill the type of fear in himself that went along with it. ❛ how long ago did we figure out scar and maleficent were working together ? he was probably bound to show up eventually .... we should have thought about that. ❜

she had thought about it. she had just hoped it wouldn’t come true.

❛ i can hack the databases, you know, ❜ she said softly. ❛ well, i can try. if it mirrors our system like i think it should, it won’t be too hard ... they have no reason to suspect anyone is watching. ❜ of course, she wasn’t exactly sure what she would do once she got in - maybe just quietly monitor like she did with pride rock - but they wouldn’t know if there was anything to look for until they went looking for it. 

❛ i think i might even know where to start. ❜

[nalaomita]

status: open location: anywhere except the casino

❛ it’s official, i know far too much about you now. ❜

[nalaomita]

vaduvaisms​:

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“lions are very cool. maybe i can win the balloon game after the ferris wheel!” mavis said with a smile, “did you know they’re the only cat species that roar together?” mavis questioned, she was full of random facts… she had lots of time to read.. “it’s a way of marking territory.” 

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“ no - i didn’t know that, ” nala admitted, offering the girl a polite smile in return as they stood in line. she took a step forward as the next group got on. “ that makes sense, though - i just learned cats don’t meow at each other. ” before she knew it, they were the next pair in line.  “ you know any other strange animal facts ? ”

[nalaomita]

megarx​:

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meg stuck her tongue out, still looking up at nala with an exaggerated effort, shielding the sun from her eyes. “ terrible. my entire existence is terrible, i thought i already told you that. then again, there’s always someone nice enough to help me up. like a little human step-ladder. usually. ” 

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eyes peered down at meg with an amused smirk. so dramatic, this one - but that was probably why they got along so well. honestly, it kind of reminded her of simba. “ alright, in this hypothetical situation where i’m your only option as a human step-ladder, how about i just get the item for you ? no need to get the hands dirty if i’m apparently freakishly tall. ”