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“Well, that escalated quickly,” she said, snorting a laugh. “Don’t worry, no one's calling Chris Hansen on you. But, also... ‘Love me some Lilo’?" Mia raised her brow, grimacing dramatically. "Let’s hope no one asks you to elaborate on that one.”

She looked at the families over her shoulder, then shifted her gaze back to CJ. "It does not help that you are that guy who smokes alone at a PG13 screening. You really know how to keep the FBI off your back.”

Who: Anyone Where: Asbury Hotel (Rooftop Cinema) Cap: 1/5

"Thought they were playing Mean Girls tonight—" CJ sighed out the menthol that surely wasn't allowed within whatever foot radius, the balcony's edge distance enough. Obligated to explain himself to the nearest ear why he'd stick around being the lone single guy smoking up a storm watching The Parent Trap with all the families and their little ones running amuck, "Love me some Lilo." he said through a light laugh. "Not ten year old Lilo though—you know, just uh, gotta get that out there."

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Mia’s fingers drummed lazily against her cup as she raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling into a smirk.

“We are getting philosophical about coffee, huh? Love that for us.” She took a slow sip, savoring the irony more than the taste. “The fact that you still want coffee after midnight is impressive alone. I would be double-fisting rose and stress-snacking on nachos."

Where: Sunset Diner, around 2am

Who: Open to everyone

An emergency call had pulled her out of the comforts of home at 10pm and into the vet clinic. It hadn't ended well, and every year that Hadley did this job, it never weighed less on her heart when she had to tell an owner that their pet was gone. Her mind was left too busy to even consider going back home and trying to sleep, and so she'd wound up at the diner two cups of black coffee deep into trying to shake off the evening. At this hour it was just her and one other patron up at the counter. "You know what's weird? I like my daytime coffee sweet as fuck, all the sugar and the flavoring, pale as hell. But there's something about coffee after midnight that just calls for strong and dark."

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"Thank fucking god someone said it before I did," she agreed with a nod, snorting loudly. "If I am gonna have to hear another country song, I am gonna scream."

who: open to everyone

when: any time, but preferably evening

where: sandoval dollar

Lavender scrunched her nose as she listened to the latest track that played over the speakers. Without checking who she was speaking with, she spun around and mentioned, "God the music here really sucks sometimes."

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Mia smirked, too eager to latch onto the sarcasm. "I can absolutely watch you levitate on it. I will stand there, popcorn in hand, and film the whole process. Very Paranormal Activity." she said, opening her eyes dramatically as if she were telling a ghost story. If you think about it, in a way, she kinda was.

"Then I would probably sell the footage and get a pretty good Netflix deal. But actual help?" she snorted at the thought, shrugging. "I will be there as a moral support. Anything involving physical labor or practical solutions? You are better off calling an exorcist.”

The way the mattress gave and shrieked under Mia's weight told Nancy everything she needed to know: do not buy, unless willing to disturb neighbors. So, it was definitely still a potential purchase, providing that she could find someone to haul it to Meadow for her. Rather than say anything to that effect, though, her lips sealed together thinly, plastering on a too-tight smile that probably telegraphed her annoyance a little too clearly when it came to dealing with Mia. She never needed the encouragement.

"And how would you help me with my floating bed?" she asked, eyebrows taking a leap for her hairline. "Would you come running with your replica ghostbusting pack?"

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"2021, grandpa."

"What year were you born?"

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Mia glanced up from her phone, caught off-guard but also intrigued. She could talk about anything and everything but this was a subject she was actually interested in, so there was no chance she would turn down an opportunity to talk about tattoos. Not to mention, she also loved giving opinions.

"Oh, hell yeah, another horror movie tattoo? That’s so you, it seems." She flicked her eyes to the existing designs. "Why mess with a good thing? You’re already halfway to a full freaking shrine. I would say go bigger." She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Or, like, I dunno.. mash up a horror thing with something totally out there. Creepy and cute is a vibe, too. A ghost holding a martini or whatever. And yeah, for a free drink, I’m definitely helping you decide.”

for: anyone location: wonder bar, evening hours

At least once a week Daphne tried to make it to Wonder Bar with Chewy. It's one of her favorite things to do with Chewy, and Chewy was happy to get the chance to play with other friendly pups too. Even the people she met who came without dogs were pretty cool, so it was no wonder that the spot had quickly became one of her favorite places around town. She was a couple of drinks in as the thoughts of another tattoo come swirling into her head again. Chewy was very preoccupied playing with his plushie chew toy, happy to be out of the apartment for a bit. Without a second thought, Daphne turns to the nearest person to her. "Hey, could I ask your opinion on something? I'll buy you a drink for your troubles." She pauses for a second, before asking, "do you think I should do another horror movie tattoo? I can't decide if I should add another one to the ever growing collection," she nods to her arm, " or if I should switch it up and get something else."

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"Who the fuck is that?"

time: afternoonish location: somewhere on the boardwalk

"I got a spare ticket to New Found Glory next week. You down to, uh, relive some childhood nostalgia?"

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Mia leaned against the counter, casually inspecting the wall of flash tattoos like she was actually considering getting one (she wasn’t). “Nah, not here for Diego. Dude takes way too long,” she said with a lazy grin, twisting a piece of her hair between her fingers. “I wasn't actually looking for the 3PM either, but now you got me all curious," she said, raising her eyebrow. "Why did they run off?"

for: open location: black lotus tattoo

Turiya popped up from the backroom, lunch in hand, eyeing the newcomer through her smeared mascara. "Diego is busy." And then, like an afterthought, "and Alexa just left." She paused. "You not looking for the 3PM, are you? Cause they ran off."

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Estate sales were Mia's shit. Where else could she find kitschy treasures for dirt cheap and expand her already ridiculous collection of retro crap? Estate sales were like adult treasure hunts, except instead of gold doubloons, you’re scoring someone’s grandma’s garden gnome collection. Her house looked like a mid-century fever dream: lava lamps, tiny troll dolls, and that one very questionable Elvis Presley bust she scored for five bucks.

As she walked around the room, her eyes flicked straight to the blonde. “You look like you're about to make a life decision over there,” she snorted, digging her nails into the sleeves of her oversized hoodie. "Honestly," Mia kicked at some peeling linoleum with the toe of her beat-up Converse, "if she went out in her sleep, that's, like, the dream, right? No sandwich-related fatalities. But also... kinda creepy."

She stepped into the master bedroom, sitting on the mattress with zero regards for the whole dead person vibe in the room. A loud creak from the springs. Perfect. "You’re seriously gonna take this thing? Feels like it’s got ‘cursed by a Victorian ghost’ written all over it, but hey, whatever upgrades your crack-den."

Mia smirked, looking up at Nancy. “If it starts levitating, just promise me you will call.”

with: open to all location: an estate sale on pine street when: early afternoon on a sunday

Nancy feared that she'd missed out on all the good stuff, the creaky Victorian home already picked clean of vintage fashion and worthwhile jewelry. Dammit, she knew she should've sucked it up and not slept in for once in her life. Still, she wandered around, poking at random clutter with dull fascination (who wanted a dead woman's retro vacuum?), before finally spotting the one thing that could make this entire venture worthwhile: a bed. Well, she didn't really care about the tacky headboard plastered in velvet, but the mattress. Nancy circled around the bed, pressing down on the plastic-covered surface to test the springs. If she could replace the futon at her place... Her head cocked in the direction of someone entering the master bedroom, still eyeing the mattress while asking, "D'you think she croaked in her sleep?"

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name: maria “mia” dolores navarro

age: 23

birthday: december 14

zodiac: sagittarius ☼ gemini ☾ aquarius ↑

place of birth: asbury park, new jersey

occupation: waitress @ fresh bites deli (because her family owns it)

neighborhood: meadowlark apartments

mbti: estp

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mia was born and raised in asbury park. she knows every weird corner of the town like the back of her hand.

she has two older brothers. since she is the youngest, she grew up a tad spoiled.

her parents own fresh bites deli.

she works as a waitress there.

fun fact: she once served an empty plate to someone and said I hope you are hungry for nothing after watching too many nathan for you episodes and the only reason she wasn't fired bc her family owns the place.

she went to college for graphic design but dropped out after two years, she claims she is gonna go back but knowing her, probably not

she thrives on spontaneous plans — whether signing up for an open mic night or convincing her friends to go urban exploring in abandoned buildings.

very notorious for her ridiculous yet somehow practical life hacks (think: using shoelaces to fix a broken bag strap, using chopsticks to eat popcorn or duct-taping her shoes when they fall apart instead of buying new ones???????)

obsessed with personalizing everything around her. in fact, she once decorated her entire room with glow-in-the-dark stickers just for fun. i mean it was fun to her, but not to her mother.

she collects random things, especially kitschy objects like tiny troll dolls from the boardwalk.

let's talk about her stupid garden gnome collection. (the collection is actually at her family house because they were simply too precious to bring to meadowlark). all of them are named after famous musicians. some days she talks to them as if they were alive. hi, miss celine dion, i hope you are having a good day.

she has always dreamed of something bigger than her mundane life but is riddled with self-doubt.

that's the thing with mia. she starts something but never finishes it. like, she is captivated by the idea of backpacking through europe or wandering on the streets of tokyo, but never acts on it.

as much as she acts like she loves change, she secretly lacks the courage to leave her comfort zone.

recently she has been toying with the idea of performing stand-up or sketch comedy. but the fear of not succeeding and the pressure to be funny in a structured setting with an audience holds her back. she occasionally signs up for local open mic nights, using them as a testing ground for her material. (give me a plot where a character hackles mia on stage bc why NOTTTT)

more to come bc I am sick atm and my brain CAN NOT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSEEEEEEE

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