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Ester Expósito – “Black Flies” Red Carpet at Cannes Film Festival 05/18/2023
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she was given the day off to attend the festival and it had been the first time she had elt like she was having fun in town in a long time. she didn't realise how creative and how talented people were in town. sofia passed booths and saw the guy from the coffee shop on a bench - nico, if she remembered correctly. he looked like he was having the time of his life belting out whatever song he was chanting. sofia had the intention of leaving the songbird to his hearts content but he flagged her down.
"umm i actually don't know this song" she admitted, pausing when she saw his face "are you okay?"
where: art festival
who: open
Nico was vibing. He like art even if he didn't completely understand it, so he decided to go to the festival, but he 100% wasn't going to be sober during it. He'd promised Jessie that he would cut back on the drinking, but he'd said nothing about weed, so he was baked out of his mind, sitting on a bench, swaying back and forth as he listened to a nearby band play Linkin Park.
He lifted his hands into the air as he did, eyes closed, singing along as the lyrics really spoke to him.
"I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter."
His waving hands knocked into someone passing behind him and he lowered his hands and then his shutter glasses to look at the passer-by. "Yooooo, this song is like my jam right now, you feel me?"
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sofia looked up from the chart she was working on and gave a smile "hi, umm good question. i'll need to check but if we can spare anything it'll be minimum amounts. maybe some rags or bandages or thread for stitches"
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Charlie walked into the clinic, not really wanting to bother anyone so she just approached the reception desk and smiled, leaning on the counter. "Hey...so quick question, you guys have any extra supplies for first aid kits? I'm trying to make sure the ranger station I'm at is well-stocked."
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"i do, i have my abuela and abuelita. they hate one another, it's quite funny" she smiled at the memory of her grandmothers "i went to a wedding at old san juan once, from what i saw of puerto rico it's a beautiful place." a cousins wedding that was so over the top it ruined the view of the historical site "i'm from madrid. arriving here was a shock compared to home, you must've felt similar."
"You have an abuela too?" Nico asked, lifting his head to look up at her. "I'm from Puerto Rico, where are you from?" He looked her over curiously. "Argentina? Spain?" He just now registered her, taking in her blonde hair and pale skin. It had to be one of those, right?
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she watched him place down the mug, it wasn't her order but okay. he seemed to be going through something and she wasn't going to judge. "it's an admirable step to take if you realise that alcohol isn't working for you. my abuela always said if something is worth it it's never easy"
“Oh. Shit. It’s a macchiato,” Nico said. He set it down in front of her anyway, collapsing into the seat across from her with a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m so out of it. I’m trying to get sober but it’s hard,” he whined.
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on her lunch break, sofia had stopped by the daily grind for a coffee pick me up. she was waiting on her order and looked up to see nico garcia "if it's a honey latte then yes it's my order" she smiled "if it's an americano then it's the table over to the right" sofia pointed to the table with the old man waiting with his newspaper.
where: the daily grind
who: sofia borbón (@sofia-borbon)
Nico knew he had to be more consistent at work. With all the drinking, he’d slacked off and he was honestly lucky that Cordelia hadn’t fired him. But now he had a baby to provide for, so he was back at work, doing his best to stay sober, as he picked up extra shifts. It was exhausting.
“Hey, uh, is this your order?” he asked the girl sitting at the table. “Sorry, I kinda blanked.”
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it looked like she had asked the right person to help her. his passion for literature was obvious from the moment he started speaking about books. "i'm open to any genre, honestly. i'm happy to try whatever books you'd recommend. english isn't my first language and i find reading helps me with it." sofia gave him a soft smile "please don't apologise, it's a great help. where were you a professor?"
And now the excitement was back in full swing. "Oh man, it really depends on what kind of genre and intent you're going for. The Count of Monte Cristo will always be one of my favourite classics, though I'm also a sucker for Jane Austin. For more modern, I certainly love Donna Tartt as a literary fiction author, and Lauren Groff really stood out as an upcoming author when I still lived out in the regular world. I'm a little biased in also recommending Brian Carter and Richard Adams as fellow Brits." Edgar had to stop himself, face turning red as he realized he might have gone a tad overboard. "I....was a professor in literature, the arts, and English, so I'm a pretty avid reader, sorry."
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"if you're looking for something more sentimental, some people make jewellery at the trading post or you could always try auntie em's antiques and oddities" she suggested "me? oh, uh no. i don't have anyone here so i don't really do the holidays or anything."
"My sister is pretty unique, so might have to keep looking through the stalls. You get anything good for the holidays?" he asked wondering if maybe it could give him some idea to narrow it down.
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she knew when she looked at him that he would be someone that was well read and able to help "i'm open to trying new genres and books if there's anything you'd really want to recommend." she suggested "orwell and h. g. wells, got it. i'll make a note to check those out as well. do you have any favourites?"
His excitement dampened slightly. Seemed Sofia was more of a realist than an escapist. But, no matter, Edgar still wanted to help her find a book. "Well, admittedly I don't read a lot of horror or nonfiction, but maybe I could suggest anything by Orwell? Or War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells? Either author does an excellent job of creating existential dread in a dystopian world."
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ah, he was a newbie. that explained why she hadn't seen him around before. "anything that helps with hunting is always a help. you can't go wrong with clothes or books. there's a trading post here, people have stalls filled with more creative items you could give as a gift if you're looking for something more unique"
Neptune rubbed the back of his head, assuming she just didn't celebrate anything. "Just kind of got here, what's something that's practical for living here?" He could probably grab a knife but that seemed like too easy of an option.
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"i don't quite have a preferred genre. i've been reading a lot of horror and dystopian, i'm considering it like training manuals at this point. i'm also interested in learning in general and medicine since i'm reception at the clinic."
His eyes shined with excitement as Sofia asked for a recommendation. "Well, what kind of genres do you like - in books or even movies and tv? Or do you have a favorite type of story you enjoy?"
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"you're not a big reader but you read archeology books, okay" she said in amusement "what's got you so interested in dinosaurs?" she asked wondering why that topic of all topics was what he chose to zone in on.
"I can't say I'm a very big reader," Rex admitted, peering over to see what Sofia was talking about. "I mean - okay, I do read, I just usually read archeology books and papers instead. I'm a huge dino nerd, and I rarely opted to read anything that wasn't related to that."
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sofia inspected the the cover of the book some more, unsure if it was the type of genre she wanted to read. "i'm not sure, i mainly read to keep up my english. that would be helpful, thank you. so what would you recommend?"
Edgar's entire expression lit up at the chance to talk about books with someone. "Well, it mostly depends on what it is you like and prefer. I enjoyed it, but that doesn't mean it's for everyone. Maybe I can help you find a book?"
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where: huntsville library
who: open to all
since her arrival in town, sofía's english had improved dramatically over the years. she had slowly but surely worked on the language until she became fluent, but that didn't mean that she didn't have to brush up on it every now and again. sofía found the best way to do this through books, soaking up everything the texts had to offer.
standing in the aisle of the library, her fingertips brushed against the spine of each book while she scanned the titles to pick what her next choices would be. "have you read this one before? is it worthwhile?" she asked, turning to the nearest person
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sofía liked the trading post, people got creative with the things they would sell - make up and hair products being two of the things she was on the hunt for. "i'm afraid i'm not the the best person for that. i've not had to buy anyone a gift in years" she admitted "i suppose in a town like this something practical wouldn't go to waste"
WHERE: The Trading Post
WHO: Open Starter
Neptune adjusted the hat on his head as he scanned the various booths, frowning for a second to himself in thought. Shoving his hands in his pockets he walked up to the first person he saw next to a booth full of various trinkets. "Hey, potentially dumb question, but what's a good Hanukkah gift that says 'sorry we had to spend the holidays in hell town but least you have this now'? I'd usually snag her something electronic but that seems unrealistic here."
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