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⇢ 📱 STATUS ﹕ open. ⇢ 📱 DETAILS ﹕ snow frolic event, later in the evening

The   crowds   around   the   park   were   beginning   to   thin,   the   night   slipping   into   something   quieter,   more   intimate   as   families   with   their   young   children   started   making   their   way   home.   Elliot   had   taken   Sawyer   back   home   for   the   night,   so   Naomi   found   herself   roaming   the   winding   walkways   lined   with   twinkling   lights.   The   festivities   weren’t   over   yet,   but   the   energy   had   definitely   shifted.   The   winter   air   bit   at   her   cheeks,   the   chill   chasing   away   the   warmth   from   the   mulled   wine   she’d   been   sipping   earlier.   She   cupped   her   hands   together   and   blew   warm   air   into   them   before   deciding   it   was   time   for   a   pit   stop   at   the   hot   chocolate   bar.   The   line   wasn’t   as   intense   as   it   had   been   earlier   in   the   night ( thankfully   ) so   after   a   minute   or   two,   she   had   her   cup   and   was   piling   on   just   the   right   amount   of   toppings.   Naomi   reached   forward   for   the   can   of   whipped   cream   at   the   same   time   as   the   person   in   front   of   her   in   line. “Oh !   Sorry,” Naomi   offered   the   other   an   apologetic   smile.   She   gestured   for   them   to   use   the   can   first. “Please,   you   first.   Just   don’t   use   it   all   up,”   she   joked.

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The  grin  on  Naomi’s  face  widened  as  her  brother  let  out  a  sigh.  When  they’d  first  arrived  at  the  Snow  Frolic,  she’d  volunteered  to  scout  ahead  to  see  what  the  lines  at  the  food  stalls  looked  like.  By  pure  happenstance,  Naomi  came  across  the  sign-up  list  for  the  winter  beard  contest,  and  she  hadn’t  even  finished  the  thought  before  her  fingers  clasped  the  pen  that  had  been  tied  to  a  clipboard  and  filled  in  Elliot’s  name.  She’d  practically  skipped  all  the  way  back  to  where  her  brother  and  niece  were  waiting  for  her,  looking  at  all  the  bright  lights  and  decorations.   “Absolutely  too  late,”  she  signed  back,  her  expression  a  mix  of  amusement  and  smug  satisfaction.  There  was  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes,  the  kind  that  said  she  was  thoroughly  enjoying  herself  at  his  expense.  She  watched  Elliot  go  through  the  five  stages  of  grief  in  real  time,  her  hands  shoved  into  the  pockets  of  her  coat,  looking  entirely  too  pleased  with  herself. “Besides,  this  isn’t  worse  than  the  ‘bad  haircut  incident’  of  2003.  This  is  nothing  in  comparison.”   Naomi  leaned  in,  pretending  to  inspect  his  beard  with  all  the  seriousness  of  a  dog  show  judge.  She  scratched  at  her  chin,  leaning  from  side  to  side  to  study  him  from  different  angles. “I  think  you’ve  got  a  real  shot,  little  bro!  Distinguished.  Refined.  This  is  at  least  third  place  material.”  Her  shoulders  shook  with  silent  laughter  as  she  reached  forward  and  playfully  poked  at  his  cheek.  “Sawyer agrees  with  me.  Don’t  you,  baby  girl?” Naomi  reached  out  and  gently  tapped  Sawyer’s  tiny  mitten,  vocalizing  the  last  part  of  the  sentence  and  receiving  a  happy  gurgle  in  response;  the  baby  completely  oblivious  to  her  father’s  suffering.   Naomi  clapped  her  hands  twice,  and  gestured  for  Elliot  to  hand  her  over.  “Come  on.  Hand  me  my  niece  so  you  can  have  your  fifteen  minutes  of  fame.”

Who: @ofresoluxe Where: Snow Frolic

All Elliot had wanted was a nice day out with his sister and daughter. Planning on eating as much food as he could and get his hands on a glass of mulled wine. But as he looked at his sister, Elliot pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh. No idea why he was so surprised by what she had just told him. Really, he shouldn't be surprised with anything when it came to his siblings. Used to their shenanigans (and the ones he gave right back to them) over the years. But yet here he was, hoping to whatever higher power there might be that he had simply read her hands wrong. Because there was no way in hell Naomi had just signed him up to compete in the winter beard contest.

"Trying to figure out if it's too late in my life to disown you." Elliot signed back, doing his best to keep the corner of his lips from quirking up in amusement. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the entire thing was actually pretty funny. It wasn't even like his beard was that impressive. Hell, he only grew one out because he looked like a teenager without one. And surely there were going to be beards up there that would put his to shame. "Wonder if Sawyer would notice if she's suddenly down an aunt." He added, looking down at the baby strapped to his chest, bundled up, happily chewing away at one of her little gloved hands.

Another huff fell from his lips seconds later. "I hate you, I really hope you know that." Knowing full well that the grin that had now snuck its way onto his face was giving him away. There was no way he could hate Naomi, not even if he was about to have to get up in front of a small crowd of people that seemed to have gathered.

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full name: naomi elise mason nicknames: nay, mimi ( by family and close friends ) age + birthday: thirty5, july 24th ( leo ) gender + pronouns: cis female, she/her occupation: marketing manager @ the field museum residence: the loft district, factory flats, unit #2b sexuality: heterosexual languages: english and american sign language character inspirations: veronica mars, lorelai gilmore, hermione granger faceclaim: lyndsy fonseca

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When Naomi Mason was a small toddler, her mother sat her down on the living room floor, surrounded by colorful board books while her mother patiently repeated words and signs. At the time, she didn’t fully understand why her mother was teaching her to move her hands a certain way, but ever the curious child, she eagerly mimicked every motion. She remembered running towards her father when he came home and enthusiastically signing something as simple as “I love you” and the proud grin on his face as he signed the words back. Her parents made sure ASL became an integral part of their household the moment they learned her little brother was profoundly deaf. Naomi never saw it as a burden or obligation, just another way to communicate with and support her brother. Even as a child, she’d always been fiercely loyal and independent and naturally took on a protective and guiding role for her siblings while setting high expectations for herself.

Naomi was a bright, competitive and determined kid. From the start she excelled academically, pushing herself towards the top of her class while also participating in extracurriculars. Track and field became her outlet, giving her a way to relieve stress and challenge herself physically. She loved the thrill of competition and the solitude of running – whenever things got too much for her, she could easily be found on the race track at school. She was always a bit too serious for her age, feeling the need to be the “responsible one” in the family and set a good example for her siblings. While she was driven, Naomi’s personality was never cold. She would tease and banter with her siblings and friends with a sharp wit and dry sense of humor. She had a small but close-knit group of friends, and that’s how she preferred her social circles. While her parents were warm and supportive, Naomi always felt like she had to be the one who “had it together” even when she didn’t. Fake it ‘til you make it was her motto. She rarely let people see her struggle which led to a habit of bottling things up.

By the time she graduated high school, Naomi had her future all mapped out. She went to the University of Chicago and double majored in marketing and communications, eager to prove her ability in the fast-paced world of business and branding. After graduating, she landed an entry-level position at a small creative agency where she quickly made a name for herself. The long hours and high pressure environment suited her – she thrived on the challenge and constantly pushing herself to be better. She promoted up the ranks at the agency until five years ago when she realized she wanted something more meaningful than just selling products. That’s when she became the Field Museum’s marketing manager assisting in promoting exhibits, new artworks, and museum events. It was at the museum where she could combine her marketing skills with her love for history and education.While her career was thriving, Naomi’s personal life was a bit more complicated. She had the odd date here and there, but found it hard to balance relationships with her demanding work schedule. She had a serious boyfriend in her late-twenties–a fellow driven, career focus guy–but the relationship eventually fell apart when neither of them were able to prioritize making it work. Naomi struggled with being vulnerable and when things started feeling too messy she had a tendency to run rather than stand and fight for it. Now at 35, Naomi has built a highly successful career but has realized there’s still something missing. Seeing Elliott with her new little niece has made her start reassessing what she truly wants from her personal life. For the first time in years, she’s wondering if she’s ready to let someone in—fully, without holding back.

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NAOMI MASON lyndsy fonseca 35. marketing manager at the field museum. resident of the loft district.

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