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Ione Lovett
Ione Lovett, 27, The Coast & Pier, here for now
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Where: Right outside Bardales Inc. offices downtown
Who: closed for @sydneydaltons
After a much needed excuse to get out of the house— in Ione’s case a break from the beach. The beach a definite version of a therapy session, social detox and hangover cure all in one and she was reminded via text that somewhere, somehow she’d missed the memo of winning at the raffle she randomly decided to put some cash into, instead finding herself spending the majority of Creek Fest wickedly intoxicated and winding through a maze she basically was last called on.
So here she was, outside the source, having just collected what felt like that $200 after passing go really, when one of the last people (okay the last) person she thought she’d run into was directly in eyesight. Shit. That different kind of thrill passed through her body then, heart suddenly pounding and Ione thought for a moment to go back, waste time with the receptionist at Bardales until she was no longer breathing the same air, he was funny after all. But the other part that had this encounter primed and ready in her mind was already biting at her lip holding back the smile that came with just the thought of Sydney again— that encounter though was supposed to be on her volition. Not yet quite sure how to articulate or justify her now-life in Merrock.
“Hey you...been a while. Uh, hand over heart I um, didn’t think I’d run into you...today. Not that I wouldn’t want to I just—” That smile she was holding back fully on display after tangling her own thoughts with words that don’t quite fit, she finally let out with a quick breath of ease, “Hi.”
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jliao:
The rest of Jules stilled as they blinked a few times, rapid in secession. “You know, I’ve heard a lot of random thoughts strung together over the years, but those may well be the most oddly coupled up things to say back to back that I’ve ever heard.” Her hand swirled the rest of her merlot around in the glass, head cocked at an angle to get a good look at said art. “Hm,” they mused. “I mean, I’m not nearly the kind of art snob you may have me fooled with, and I’m a bit of a cheapskate, so we’ll say fifty? Maybe sixty if you could convince me it was somehow a lost interpretation of my childhood. As for the other…” They trailed off, flashing a knowing look. “Sounds pretty specific. Never been in the misfortune of being in that position, but would I be wrong in guessing you have?”
“Really? Good. I aim to be stuck in your conversational memory bank. The girl with the oddly coupled questions.” Ione while teasing back, wholly meant exactly that. She brought the white wine she was almost a bottle deep in with to her lips at the other’s same motion, her laughter fogging up the inside of her glass. Fifty it was. “Actually yes, but it never hurts to be prepared. Who knows maybe it’ll be your wedding, and I’ll know exactly what to do.”
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danebyers:
As he was about to answer to the first question, the second one left him quite surprised… and yet, weirdly interesting by the messy situation. “Do you want me to be honest?”, he asked, raising his eyebrows. “I live for the drama. I’ll wait till I find the perfect moment to let everyone know I’ve fucked them.”
“And just like that I’d much prefer you lie.” she said, teasing after his response to his interjection to the potentially doomed couple’s fate. “So you’re a big production at the objections part of the ceremony I take it? And I thought I was dramatic.”
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chaunxiang:
Shaun blew air through his teeth as he stared at the painting. “I’m terrible when it comes to pricing. I’m still living back in the early 2000s when everything was cheap. Like, my mind wants to say $20, but I know that it should be around $50… maybe more?” He tilted his head, glancing at the wall as if thought of the other question. “Hmm, might be a little awkward, but I like to think that I’d play it cool. What’d you do?”
“Irony being all things early 2000′s is back in—but yeah, quadruple the cost now.” Wincing a bit at the reminder, internally praying to fashion Gods that particular trends stay cheap and dead. “Guess you never know until you’re in the position. But sadly in this case I haven’t done anything, been in a couple sticky situations sure but this was just nighttime soap inspiration—I was watching a Netflix shuffled for you show. Brazilian, super dramatic.”
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mcndyhcrtmcn:
Mandy adjusted her apron and wiped her hands on an old rag before tossing it into the pile. She approached Ione to look at the painting she had been working on. She nodded. “I’m no curator, but maybe you’ll get $50?” She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. “Acrylic right?” She ducked her head to study the painting a little more. “As for the second part of the question, yikes. But because I’m a totally shameless human being, I’d probably pull something off like in John Tucker Must Die or The Other Woman. I never said I was a good person,” she grinned. Hey, at least she was being honest.
“Hm, that seems fair.” Ione pondered the piece a little longer before a smile broke out, “Oh, I have no idea. The woman that was just here said, and I quote, ‘Burn it, sell it, claim it as your own. He get’s nothing’” Ione made a face, holding a smile back for the sake of undoubtedly disturbed woman before. “Oh yeah? Go on. I’ve never seen.”
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MERROCK TASK #6
ONE YEAR OF MERROCK
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xjaylahopkins:
I don’t know about tradition but nearly every year I have lived here, so.. five years almost, I have witnessed at least one person being escorted out by employees. Never, my teeth are all thanks to my mama. It just means you’re buying!
“That counts - and I definitely don’t want to become the addition to your sixth year. Noo thank you. Well that’s a given, should I lose. You tell your mama she’s got a nice teeth gene going or her dentistry skills are on point, either or.”
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xjaylahopkins:
I am happy to hear you’re enjoying it so far. If it’s of any comfort, we would not be the first nor the last to need rescuing from the maze. Caramel apple, got it. That just means I am going to have to make it out first.
“No? It’s tradition to get completely stuck? That’s exactly what it means, what not a caramel apple fan? Did you have braces growing up?”
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xjaylahopkins:
Haha, I can work with that. It probably makes the odds more fair without the high probability of getting lost in there. What ‘or something’ am I betting on here? Or do I have to wait?
“Yeah, this fest is cute. I like it at the moment, really don’t need it soured with a search party, you know? Aaand, yeah. You have to wait. Prize at the end of the road- er, maze. Unless they still have those caramel apples then, there’s no ‘or something’ — this is only if I’m the last one out, of course.”
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sanayadharsx:
“God, I hope so. There are days I wonder if I’m where I’m supposed to be.” especially after her phone calls with Henry.
“Mm, I know that feeling. You should hold on to it, might bring you some clarity.”
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“Only if it’s the easy maze. I have war flashbacks with anything The Shining level of strenuous. And I’ll take the ‘or something’.”
By any chance, are you down for a race through the maze? Last one out buys the other dessert or something?
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“Oh it is definitely the wine talking—” Ione was sure to point that out, the maze not necessarily on her Creek Fest itinerary but Mercy and that drawl had her at hello so, “And what’s the prize? I might need a liiitle incentive here. Last time I was in one of these- way less family friendly - a Freddy Krueger and I just gave up, lost in the stars with some really truly incredible hash. So if you’ve got any of that on you...”
open starter — @merrock
event — creek festival.
“I know this may be the wine talkin’, but I’ve got this undyin’ urge to try my hand at the corn maze. And not the easy one.” Excusing her previous encounter with the sunflower maze, and how she barely managed to get through the one, Mercy couldn’t let the opportunity pass. She might even make it to the end this time. “…Be my partner?” She finally asked, glancing up through her lashes and lower lip pursing out slightly. “I’ll even get you somethin’ if we make it to the end.”
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owenryder:
“Oh, I have very good taste,” he confirmed on a playful smile. To be fair, there was no way that his ex-girlfriend was in that bar. He wasn’t sure she was in town, let alone hanging out in a bar after hours, but it was still easy to play along as Ione looked over his shoulder to the woman at the pool table, sneaking a glance over his shoulder and bringing his hand up to cover his face, as though hiding. “How did you know?” but then he found himself laughing, shaking his head. “Nah, she just recently left town… again. Second time since our break-up, really gives a guy a complex. And now here you are, trying to send me off to Hollywood. Which, no by the way.”
“Ah! Très bon Français!” which was about the extent of his French. Having traveled a whole lot, he picked up a little bit here and there; French, Italian, Spanish, some Japanese, but nothing that could ever sustain him. “That would be them, yes,” he nodded his head. Winking his thanks for the refill, he reached for the glass as he answered her. “Right now, I work at the art gallery in town on the weekends, wait tables through the week at the Garden… but I’m an artist.”
Ione laughed at his hiding techniques, glancing at who she deemed Estelle in the back shooting her shot and a Jimmy shimming right on up. Her expression changing into something that showed ‘eek’ before she chimed in again, “I wouldn’t seriously send you to Hollywood, not after knowing now your pattern of rejection - sorry, I’m being insensitive.” She added after keeping the joke alive, knowing full well that maybe not the best thing to say. “Why’d she leave? Twice.” she asked genuinely curious, arm resting again on the bar top, she smiled again taking another sip of her drink, “Merci, c'est tout ce que je sais. French and an artist. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, what’s your medium?”
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lydiabeck:
“I say go for it. Never know what can happen unless you take risks. Even if it is in the form of buying a round of drinks for a guy.” Lydia looked over her shoulder, her eyes glancing through the crowd trying to find the man responsible for their drinks. “Maybe he wanted to see if you’re interested with the first round, so the ball is in your court now.”
“Oh yeah, yikes. I don’t actually want him to come and ask me my name. Was hoping it’d all just go back and forth for the rest of the night.” Ione made a face, “Guess that’s the tequila talking though, giving me strange ideas.”
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alejaalverez:
“Do you want a honest answer or a nice one, dear?” Aleja answered good naturedly. “Because art prices have a lot of factors, and I’m not sure you’re meeting a lot of them.” She took a few moments to pull over Ione’s question, but only a few, because the answer is obvious. “If it’s recent like during the engagement, ruin their lives, if it’s recent like they broke your heart, make sure I look good because that’s the best revenge.”
“Oh now come on, it’s not that bad. Is it? Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder and all that right?” She wasn’t offended, not in the slightest but appreciated that straight forward approach the other woman took. Even if it shot all her art dreams right smack in the head. “I like that - and is it really ruining anyone’s lives? If anything it’s saving them from being stuck in a situation where legally finances could be at stake, future children...cutting it all at the root. I like it. You sharing from experience or?”
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