closed ✋ 𝓯𝓮𝓫 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱-𝓪𝓵𝓵

[oomfies]

Who: lottie & co.
Where: all over
When: february
What: catch-all for the rest of the month and possibly into march!!

Warnings: n/a!



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🧛 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓷

[oomfies]

[ Lottie's contact list has grown by one. Does she know his name very well? Not at all. So much so that he is affectionately known as: Twirlguy (Streetdude sounded too disrespectful, even if it's very to the point: guy she met off the street). Tonight's the night they're officially making the exchange, that Lottie's officially seeing how well she can make something that isn't briefs or athleisure wear for men fit.

In fact, she should really be presenting her work, right about now, but instead she's getting distracted. Visibly looking past Astarion (they've bought their first round, said their hellos no matter how smooth or awkward they'd be) and at the tall drink of... Hm, that just walked in.

Tall drink of hm hat is sitting a few seats down from them in polka-dot plaid realness, a blaring green that clashes under the dim bar light. Without thinking (because if she were paying attention, she'd keep this shit to herself!!), she goes: ]

Oh mygod, what is that..

[sanguineus]

[ Astarion is never awkward.

Well, no, that's a lie. He is actually very awkward underneath it all, but he's learned to present himself as someone who has it much more together. Introductions for him are easy and smooth, as is ordering drinks. One must start to charm the bartender if you want to earn freebies later on, after all.

And if there's a social faux pas about ordering anything "girly", he simply doesn't know. The sort of mixed drinks you can get in this world are a far cry from the wines and ales he's used to and he's loving it. So he sips idly on his very pink drink when he hears Lottie quietly exclaim, Astarion immediately diverts his attention. ]

Hm?

[ He follows the line of her vision and—oh. That hat is terrible. He raise a brow, turning in his seat to face the subject more fully. ]

Oh, that has got to be a crime on some plane, if not this one.

👰 𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓪

[oomfies]

[ Is this what Meg's stupid wedding was supposed to look like? Lottie guesses she'll never know, as she wanders down the entryway, because she's stuck here and seeing ghosts again. The crazy part is: that doesn't bother her. Anyone mulling about the wedding like herself will find she's making room for the apparitions when they scoot past her without much thought, even frowning when she greets what she thinks is an aunty and promptly gets ignored. ]

Okay. Weird..

[ It isn't even mumbled, she's so unaware of her surroundings, that by the time she clocks a black haired hot person — maybe standing somewhere near the champagne or walking towards her general direction, it's hard to say — she startles. Jumps to herself once she realizes: oh, she's real.

Not a dead person.

Did she see her do all that? Should she engage? She's staring a bit too long, she thinks. Quick!! Think!! ]

...

[ Lottie waves, something small and (hopefully) friendly. ]

[sweethart]

[ it is so funny because tifa had been warned about the fringes being dangerous, so walking onto this is not at all what she was expecting to find. the wedding is... cute? she can't really say she's been to many of them, and none that look nearly this nice, but it's definitely cute.

and then the ghosts appear.

okay. well. none of them are paying her any mind, but she is paying them all the mind because tifa is scared of ghosts. she has been standing as still as possible, trying not to garner any attention, when she spots someone else who definitely looks alive and well and who is now waving at her. oh thank goodness. she heads over in her direction. ]

Hi!

[ she probably sounds too perky but it's just to hide the fear of god that is within her right now. ]

[oomfies]

[ ..Oh! Wait. ]

Hi!

[ Lottie sounds just as perky because she absolutely didn't expect to be approached— this is a (ghost) wedding!! Not a hangout. It takes her a bit to soften her shoulders, mentally preparing herself to talk, but after she is all preening. Fingers combing through green hair, trying not to pick up the appetizers she planned to because it's a messy food and that makes for a bad impression. ]

First time here?

[ At a wedding? Or a ghost meeting? She makes no move to clarify, just looks at her as she tries to adjust her posture to look casual, cool. ]

[sweethart]

[ tifa wishes it was her first time at a ghost meeting, and every time it is not by choice. but she figures that the last thing she wants to do while she is still so new is appear unreliable, so she will do her best to pretend like she isn't scared out of her mind.

it's fine. everything is cool. ]

It is. [ AND THE LAST!! ] It's not what I was expecting.

[ tifa also keeps what she means by this vague. ]