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Who: lottie person.. and YOU!!
Where: various
When: may + june
What: generally going to consist of tdm continuations!! and maybe closed / open starters depending on my time.
Warnings: n/a

if you'd like a closed starter, feel free to contact me through pm or via
snottie โค๏ธ
Where: various
When: may + june
What: generally going to consist of tdm continuations!! and maybe closed / open starters depending on my time.
Warnings: n/a

if you'd like a closed starter, feel free to contact me through pm or via
๐ cassian
[ No, she's not in a hurry. Every other car driving past them is but not herโ too lost trying to use what she's learned years ago when she got her license, took her test. But she still takes a second to look at a car that zooms by, a cloud of dust trailing behind them on the road she once took.
Some of that apprehension is still there, in that far away gaze of hers that trails behind the beat-up sports car, but it isn't from fear, exactly. Her head tilts softly. ]
No?? Not really.
[ She doesn't mention that she barely knows where to go, is only following everyone else because she can't reliably read directions (much less a map). And almost like she's checking: ]
..Are you?
๐จ wanda
[ Yes, second floor (she goes nod, nod). Yes, still carrying all of her things, trotting behind swaying ginger locks and through a doorway much similar to her own. Lottie tries not to look like she's snooping but it is impossibleโ she is curious, as she enters into (a look at her face in the flickering candlelight) Wanda's home.
Lottie is only used to entertaining as much as her furniture allows so she understands, even if she is still confused on what to do, so she just. Puts her box down and sits somewhere beside it. Flat on carpet but still considerably relieved, relaxed, and slouched in the barely there light now that she is not by herself anymore. ]
Lottie Person.. But you can call me Lottie.
[ She looks up to Wanda, watching. Wondering what to do other than wait for their lights to come on. After a beat or so, she venturesโ ]
Are these scented candles?
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โlottie personโ? )
Lottie. ( she echoes, because she hasn't said a name like that before, and while it's simple, her accent forces wanda to enunciate the t sound more forcefully than the softer way it should be said. ) It's a nice name.
( the comment is mostly muttered, as wanda puts out the match and tosses it inside the bin. she glances back, and notices that lottie's hair is not the color she was quite expecting.
green?ish? it's hard to tell in the dim orange glow of the candles. )
I don't think so. They were really cheap at the store.
( wanda grabs at one of the water bottles she has accumulated so far in her stay here, not quite trusting the tap water from the bathroom, and pads over to offer it to the other woman, arm stretched out downward toward lottie. )
You can have this.
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(Even if it's muttered, she catches it. She's been so hyper-focused on her that it's hard not to.) ]
That's good! [ She says, both for lack of anything else to say and also for the immense relief she feels. Scent free candles means her allergies are safe, means she's free to be for one conversation with Wanda. Wanda, who hands her a bottle of water she readily reaches for (a soft thanks is said, in turn). She adds, after a moment, ] I, uh, prefer the non-scented, anyway.
[ The bottle cap is twisted open, but only so far as that. She spends some time lifting it up to eye level to read the brand, purely for the fun of it. ]
..Have you noticed there's no, [ A beat, as she gestures with a hand vaguely. ] you know, name brand stuff?
sorry for the late reply!! i moved and life things also came up ๐ฅน
No.
[ He stopped, hadn't he? He's still standing here. Granted the reason might have been born out of some ridiculous need to prove himself/defend his stupid spoiler, but he's here.
Which is why he decides to make this choice that she can absolutely veto if she so chooses. ]
Come on.
[ And by the time they're buckled into his car, the engine roars to life. With one hand on the stick shift, the other on the wheel he looks towards her, foot poised just above the gas pedal. ]
If you feel uncomfortable, just say so. I'll slow down or stop.
MARKETABLE LMAO oh lottie
her brows cinch in thought, glancing at the water bottle. )
I โ guess so.
( not being from america, there wasn't a lot of 'brand-name' things for her to get used to it. capitalism and all that.
she shifts, shrugging her shoulders. )
I think it helps make it seem like this really isn't home. I would be more upset if this wasn't home but the water bottle was something from home. ( a bit of a mumbleโ ) If that makes sense.
omg no you are absolutely fine!! hope things are chill now <3
โWould he find it insulting if she held it, right now? Her hand drops down to her lap, immediately. She looks at him, finally, after a soft little breath that's meant to ground her (only serves to make her stomach do flips, the same way she feels before going on a roller-coaster). ]
For sure. [ Does that sound cool? She blinks at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. ] Got it! I promise.
LISTENNN
But.. Why the phones, then? You've seen them too, right.. The Nokia's?
[ The not Nokia's, that very much look like Nokia's. Like the ones her sister's had when they first came out, before the fun and slightly more modern keyboard based ones released in the early 2000's. ]
I think that makes me the maddest.. No iPhone's but we have Nokia's!
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it's almost a little jarring that her main point of concern is that it isn't an iphone. so much so that it makes her laugh, stifling it into a hand.
this, at least, tells wanda that they come from very similar places. )
Do you miss the internet, then?
( why else would someone want a smartphoneโ? )
At least we can play that snake game.
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[ It's unspoken, her of course. The duh seeping out between the lines, all mopey and sad. At least someone's laughing, that much reigns in the genuine despair at no google. Or instagram stories. Searching herself up on twitter.
Wanda finds amusement and her pout softens in turn, idly twisting and untwisting the cap to her water bottle. She doesn't clue into the fact they're from similar times just yetโ she's too busy being thankful her companion is semi-easy to read in that she can tell she isn't laughing at her.
Definitely with her. Much to her reliefโ she couldn't take an ego hit like that from a fellow hot person. ]
And you cannot convince me you find that fun.. Tetris would've been better. Or literally anything else!
'fellow hot person' awoiejoijf
that's not the kind of internet-use wanda is familiar with.
but she's been on tv! )
I mean, it's something.
( even if, sure, tetris might be more fun. the alternative would be having a phone with no games at all. )
I didn't grow up on the internet. ( this isn't a jab at lottie, butโ a glance at the green hair, and wanda makes a motion at it with her hand. ) Are you famous on it?
( (what's that supposed to mean re: the hair?? don't think about it too hard.) )
the camaraderie she feels is already bone deep fygauy
Luckily for Wanda, she doesn't experience either of those. Just a sheepish hand to the back of her neck, where the hair grows in brown but the ends shine a pretty copper green in the candlelight. ]
Sort of.. [ Saying yes seems like, the worst, so she opts to stay #humble, like Wanda would be impressed by how she doesn't mention her two million follower count. ] Definitely not like, since the beginning of the internet famous. Like, late 2010's recognition.
[ It's only added once she remembers I didn't grow up on the internetโ which is so spectacularly cool that she feels jealousy at it. Lottie is addicted to her phone, to checking her socials. Feels the empty sting of its absence when her hand digs into her pants pocket to find nothing but her stupid car keys.
She wonders what Wanda might be enamored with, in turn, as she offhandedly mentions, ]
..I did a collab with Nike?
she's so valid for it
she's never met someone 'internet famous' before. never had the chance to, anyway, even if tony stark was technically a celebrity in his own niche. )
Sounds like a big deal.
( regardless, wanda can tell that it's important enough for lottie. she isn't here to step on the accomplishments of others, or how they feel. especially when they're all certainly a little (a lot) lost here.
but, just in case she sounds dismissive, wanda adds, )
I didn't have a lot of time to be on the internet. My country, it was not very peaceful. What you do sounds like fun. ( doesn't everyone dream of it, once in a while? the allure of celebrity-dom? ) What year are you from? I come from 2015.
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Uh, 2019.. I was in my apartment [ running away from tabloids about her boogers online (oops) ] when all this stuff happened.
[ She remembers 2015.. Only vaguely. A lot of her time is punctuated by events and posts onlineโ nothing outright personal. She wonders if it's the same for Wanda except, more lived in, she guesses? No internet means no blogging, no way she'd see all the juicy celebrity gossip of the time.. Her own head tilts in thought, ]
Where are you from? Maybe I've been there and we like, crossed paths?? I travel sometimes..
[ Sure, she totally mentioned her country wasn't peaceful, but what does that mean in the grand scheme of it all? LA sucks like, all the time!
(It actually means a lot, Lottie!) ]
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wanda shrugs. )
I doubt you would have gone there. Our airport was shut down, and the only way in was through military or guerilla transportation.
( 'wasn't peaceful' as in an active war zone, lottie... )
It was called Sokovia, butโ ( thus, explaining her accent, this central eastern european flair in her pronunciation of words, ) it was destroyed a year ago, for me.
( is this ruining the vibe?
wanda glances at her, feeling a little rotten because lottie seems to be one of those people who doesn't look too far from their own nose, but she's also not at fault for what happened to her, to her people, her home.
so, )
I like your nails.
( the polishโ )
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โShould she say her condolences?
... Is that too fake? Saying sorry your country exploded even though I didn't even know about it? ]
Ohโ!
[ It's true in that Lottie doesn't look too far from her own sphere, perfectly find with deluding herself with the normal so she won't have to reflect too hard on actions. People, things. So she happily takes the branch Wanda gives her, putting the bottle down to go, ] Thanks.. [ and then extend a hand forward, like the candlelight will be able to show the gloss of it in full. ]
I did it at home.. My toes, too.
[ Painted right over the other color she got done at the salon, a pretty coral blue. ]
I think the color is called Mauve Over? Super dumb, haha.
things are getting there ๐ฅน
He is however the sort of person who will trust a stranger enough for them to tell him when something isn't comfortable. And since she's said she will there's really only one thing left to do.
Miraculously, there are little to no cars before them now. Whatever traffic that had been going in this direction before has since died down making it easy to maneuver back onto the road. True to his word, the build up to speed is gradual, but soon enough the engine is revving louder and the scenery before them begins to blur. It isn't long before it becomes apparent that they're going to catch up to the cars in the distance.
He could push the car faster. But before doing that he gives Lottie a glance, trying to gauge how she's feeling and if she'd be comfortable with that. ]
yay!! that's good to hear โบ๏ธ
It's as exhilarating as it is vaguely terrifying, she realizes, when she has to bite back a laugh. The fun wins out more than the scare and she's finding ease in the way Cassian's car lurches with each loud and gluttral rev of his engine.
She feels it in her belly, deep through the seat she sits on. It's kind of cool. There's cars in the distance. That's kind of not. But they keep speeding and it's a few beats in she notices they're a controlled speed behind the pack. Lottie turns to look at Cassian, only vaguely startled when she catches his glance. It's clear she doesn't expect it, brows raising at the sudden eye contact.
By now she's already forgotten what point either of them were trying to prove โ all she does is nod towards the cluster of cars, a hand pointing forward like it'll get him moving quicker. ]
Eyes on the road!
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nothing with these enamel finishes, but she can still appreciate it. )
It's pretty.
( 'super dumb' or otherwise...
she draws her hand back. )
I wonder if they have nail polish in this place.
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But then he sees her raise her eyebrow and hears the certainty in her voice. Maybe the sound from before hadn't been so much of a noise of discomfort but maybe one of unexpected joy? The corners of his eyes crinkle in time with the upward slant of his mouth and there's something almost mischievous in the way he replies. ]
Yes ma'am.
[ He shifts the car into gear, engine letting out a giant rev as they pick up speed. It isn't long before they catch up with the other cars. But as if embodying the spirit of whoever had owned this car before him, Cassian accelerates, swinging them into the opposing lane to get around the short line that had formed and leaving them in the dust.
There's something exhilarating in this for him - the speed, the acceleration, the handling of the car - it's akin to flying and the thought makes his chest tighten. Before he can allow it to get too far though the press of his foot against the gas as he nudges the car along is enough to keep his mind, and eyes, on the road. They drive on for a little while longer before he glances over towards her as a warning, nodding briefly at the handle above her seat. ]
Hang on.
[ It's apparent why. With enough distance between them and the other cars and no oncoming traffic, he cuts the wheel hard sending the car into a spin until they're safely back in the other lane and en route back to her car. ]
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It's something she didn't quite know she needed to hear, being so far away from her normal. The thought of it almost throws her for a loop when a very real question is posed: can beauty hold up here? ]
They have to..
[ She needs them to. What will she do when she can't shape her nails? What will she do when her roots grows out? Brown and green just don't mix. Her fingers twitch at the thought, drawing back to her own lap in turn. ]
If we have dumplings we can have nail stuff.. Right?
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She feels so very alert and alive when he says yes ma'am (wow, does that make her feel cool) and accelerates. Lottie tries very hard to bite back the curve of her lips, the matching curl up Cassian graced her with, when they pick up speed. It feels so lame to say she feels like she's in a movie but it's the only thing she can compare it to, when they so smoothly shift past car after car. Cutting across lanes, looking at the stupefied and vaguely annoyed passerby's with a face that says ha ha โ because she sticks her tongue out, too, probably because they're showboating when there's no reason to.
(Later, when she reflects on this by herself in a dingy little motel room, she'll think about one specific movie franchise. Fast and the Furious. Is that why it go so popular? She gets it, if it was. The thrill and adrenaline, the fun of controlling a little metal machine to do fun stunts.)
She's got the window rolled down enough to ride the rapid winds with her hand, wave after wave before she looks over at him just to see (there's been a joy in seeing him drive, too, another aspect of the Furious franchise she'll have to mull over). Her brain doesn't register it but her body does, holding onto the handle right as he lurches the wheel to the side.
Something like a choked shriek echoes inside the car, melding into a bark of a laugh that lands on ohmygod. Oh my god, she says again, lightheaded and blinking rapidly. ]
What the hell was that??
[ They're back in the right lane and already drove past everyone in their way, on their way back to her car she thinks. Her skin is buzzing, head fuzzy. Brown eyes look at his, equal parts stupefied and in wonder. ]
How did you do that?!
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Some of it had to do with the cockiness of a kid trying his best to fit into a completely new environment where he spoke little (none) of the language and who had yet to fully comprehend the lessons life was going to teach him. And then in between all of that, some it could be chalked up to trying impress someone. Typically someone of the pretty or handsome variety. If we had to place this scenario anywhere between those two, it's probably closer to the latter. But only because he had to prove a point.
And when she lets out another sound - not just any sound, it's the sound of the ebb of fear that flows into joy - hearing that is what turns the tilt of his lips into a proper smile on his face that feels more devil-may-care than it did before. He eases off the gas pedal but not so much that the wind whistling through their hair stops. Though he hasn't laughed there's the obvious sound of it in his voice as he takes his eyes off the road to look at her clearly equal parts amused and pleased to see that the apprehension from before has been swept away at least for the time being. ]
Do you want the easy answer or the more complicated one?
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And boy, is he pretty. He should smile more often, she thinks. ]
Easy! Duh.
[ And that isn't because she's not interested in the complicated one (maybe, once she's dropped back off), it's because she wants the quickest answer she can get. ]
CAN BEAUTY HOLD UP HERE? banger after banger
โwhat will she do when she can't shape her nails? what will she do when her roots grow out? brown and green just don't mixโ
and snaps right out of it, a brief smile on her face even as she looks up, the lamp in the room flickering to life suddenly.
(it's amusing, such normal and trivial concerns.) )
I'm sure they do.
( green eyes glance over at lottie's warm brown ones, and wanda offers the other woman a small shrug in commiseration. having proper light now allows wanda to see her properly now. )
I'll keep an eye out for things. ( and, standing up, she goes about to blow out the candles she had lit, only turning back for a moment to ask, over her shoulderโ ) Do you โ want to stay here for a bit?
( to hang out.
or whatever the girlies do. )
auyfgea omg stop.. it's all bc of you i can do it!!
That'd be cool.. Thanks.
[ She says, not entirely being able to convey how thankful she is at the prospect of someone else looking out for her โ and her beauty. Wanda stands and blows out the candles, Lottie still sitting and watching. Wondering if she should leave or if she can still stay with all her things. And then she smiles, the stretch of it soft and immensely relieved at her lips. ]
Um.. Yeah!! If that's okay. I'd love to just hang out.
[ To hang out.. Like girls do!! ]