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✩ LOCATION: the library , probably or a coffee shop if you don't have anyone who would be in the library ✩ STATUS: open ! @nottinghillstarters

SHE’S MUMBLING A BIT TO HERSELF , the frustration so clear in her tone as her hand writes rapidly across unlined paper — charts decorating it’s entirety . she keeps looking at the book , writing more down , little notes in the corner that she’s certain only she could decipher . she’d been so lost in her head , that she didn’t realize she’d sat in the seat where someone’s bag had already been behind the chair , meaning it had likely been claimed , so when footsteps interrupt her thinking process , she looks up , a bit frazzled , ‘ oh god , i am so sorry , were you sitting here ? ‘

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HER HEAD IS ALWAYS EVERYWHERE , except where it’s supposed to be . once she’d finished her coffee and pastry , faye had gotten up ( especially after realizing how busy it was getting ) and went to rush out the door . stopping dead in her tracks though , she realizes far too quickly that the voice sounded … familiar . turning , spotting rhys there with her wallet , she offers a slight smile before taking it from him , ‘ oh , it’s me ‘ she quips , ‘ not usually the way most people say hello after a while . ‘

for: @soliloquivm ( faye! ) location: the grind

Rhys had been stood in the queue for the past ten minutes, idly twiddling his thumbs, lost in his own world. Having just got off a night shift, coffee probably wasn't the best idea, but he was back on days in forty-eight hours, so he needed to get himself back into a routine. Hearing someone's name called up ahead, he glanced back up a moment and just in time to notice her leave something behind on a table after she picked up her coffee. He was after her quickly, having snatched up the item, tapping her lightly as he said, "You left this." Then, as she turned, a laugh and a grin flashed in her direction. "Oh, it's you!"

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✩ LOCATION: the library , probably or a coffee shop if you don't have anyone who would be in the library ✩ STATUS: closed for @petulantz ( utp ! )

SHE’S MUMBLING A BIT TO HERSELF , the frustration so clear in her tone as her hand writes rapidly across unlined paper — charts decorating it’s entirety . she keeps looking at the book , writing more down , little notes in the corner that she’s certain only she could decipher . she’d been so lost in her head , that she didn’t realize she’d sat in the seat where someone’s bag had already been behind the chair , meaning it had likely been claimed , so when footsteps interrupt her thinking process , she looks up , a bit frazzled , ‘ oh god , i am so sorry , were you sitting here ? ‘

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FAYE CATCHES HERSELF LAUGHING along with klaus , ‘ so – i used to bartend back when i was in college , and it was the best time ever . it was a little shitty place not too far from the campus ? but far enough where it wasn’t just college drunks and you know what ? ‘ she points at him then , ‘ i’m willing to bet five pounds that i was right . bartending is a way more interesting job — the people that come and go ? especially at badger and boar , i haven’t been there in a long while –  she pauses , ‘ sorry , i’m rambling , how long have you been out this way ? ‘ 

"Damn, built in doctor visits too, you're living the dream," Klaus laughed a little too loud, rolling his eyes at the chorus of shushes that followed. "Well, it's exciting for me, anyway. I bartend down at the badger and boar. What can i say, you can take the man out of Ireland, blah blah blah. I thrive in those kinds of conditions and sometimes I even get a free drink or four."

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FAYE GRINS AT THIS STATEMENT , ‘ upsetting men sounds like my cup of tea ‘ she can’t help but agree — and she has plenty of experience doing so , especially in her line of work . ‘ what i do tends to be a uh … *male* dominated field , which is strange , since we all know that men aren’t exactly the most broad thinkers ‘ she laughs quietly under her breath . leaning forward somewhat though , her curiosity is somewhat piqued at this , ‘ so — you run a team of geniuses , do competitions — are you going to have me keep guessing ? because i’m having flashbacks to school and mock debate . ‘

"pastries, for definite. you know, there are some really cute little patisseries. i used to live in france—" and she would tell anybody who would listen of those nights beneath the honey moon, the shadow of the eiffel tower, "—and, although there's no way anyone over here can make a pain au chocolate quite as beautifully, some can come pretty close." the opposite of faye, at the slightest niggle in her stomach ender was organising uber eats to come and deliver her a bag full of the finest macarons. although she wasn't rich yet, she lived as though she was—who cared that her green velvet couch was still being paid off? turning to face the blonde, she sweetly smiled and shook her head. "i have a team. well, we're still looking for a few more members, but me and avi enter into competitions. we're a pretty brainy duo, and so we usually steal the prize money from under the noses of men twice our age. feels good, their eyes in our backs. if there's one thing i love, it's upsetting men."

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THE WAY THE OTHER SOMEWHAT SKIRTS AROUND the fact that they had been sitting there makes faye feel even worse , even though they are clearly trying to be polite about it. she knows that she needs to spend significantly less time being wrapped up in her own head , but on a day like this ? no dice . ‘ i’m really sorry — ‘ she apologizes , and if she’s allowed to speak further , she would do so five hundred more times . at the question if they could join her , faye is happy to oblige ( it’s not like she could say no after stealing their seat , after all ). ‘ oh god , of course , here — ‘ she begins to move her papers over so that they have space , ‘ sorry i really did just move right into this table , i wasn’t thinking ‘ that’s apology number two .

as a non-confrontational person, olive had no idea what to do when they watched their seat become occupied. their things had been scattered all over the table, little sketches of designs that they wanted to complete somewhere down the line, and their bag tossed haphazardly amongst them, another bag hanging off the back of the chair they’d just been sitting in. they’d been standing by idly when the blonde’s attention turned to them, and suddenly their cheeks bloomed a bright pink color. “no! i mean yes, but no. i got up so i could grab something, so technically it was open for anyone to take.” the redhead pointed to the chair across from the blonde, eyebrows lifting in curiosity. “do you mind if i sit with you?”

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ONE WOULD THINK A LAB WOULD BE QUIET , but faye learned all too quickly that wouldn’t be the case . everyone was loud - some of the scientists using music to drown out everything around them , and in the end it would drive faye insane . she needed the quiet to work . ‘ it is peaceful here — and around this time of day ? it’s not busy . once the kids are out of school though , they always show up and it gets a little … nuts , you know ? ‘ personally , faye is surprised by this observation , she’d imagine that a bunch of teenagers that had the audacity to be loud in the library would want nothing less than to be inside of one after school . then again , what did she know ? ‘ what kept you here all the time though ? was it work or study ? ‘

Conversation had always come naturally to Indy, mainly because she had been social butterfly for as long as she could remember. So, it did not entirely come as a surprise that she had found so easy to have a conversation with a complete stranger. "Oh no, I wish I could actually live in this place. I don't get to come here often, but every time I do, I feel right at home." She admitted, suppressing a laugh before she shook her head. There had been a time when she had practically lived within the walls of the library, studying for hours on end when she was a medical student, her social life taking a backseat. But nowadays, she was more of an overworking doctor; it no longer gave her an excuse to spend several hours of the day at the library. "I know exactly what you mean. I've always surrounded by so much noise, and utter chaos at work that... being out here in this quiet? I'm not going to lie, it does bring me a certain sense of peace."

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FAYE WOULD LIKE TO THINK that she wasn’t freaking out , but she was certainly easily flustered . looking back at the work in front of her , then back up at the other she lets out a slight sigh , ‘ just some work — ‘ she muses quietly , her head shaking , ‘ i’m trying to work on genetic testing agents along with medication reactions to see if there is a link , but the problem is that … ‘ she gestures towards her mess of notes and lets out a laugh , ‘ it’s impossible to tell for sure , at least for this . ‘ what are you reading ? i have a feeling it’s way more interesting than this . ‘ @suspiciousmnds

Stella couldn't help but quirk a brow as she watched the blonde sitting in the chair she had planned on sitting in. Reading was a hobby of Stella's, so she did like to come to the library from time to time to see what she could find. "Yeah, I was sitting there but it's not that big of a deal. No need to freak out," Stella said calmly. "I can easily move right there," she pointed to the other open chair. "Can I ask what you're working on? Looks like a lot."

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EVEN THOUGH THE OTHER SEEMS alright with her seat being taken , faye can’t help but feel really bad . she’s well aware of how she can be once she starts on one of her quests for information , and it can be like nothing in the world exists . her own little safe faye bubble so to speak . ‘ i know , but i feel bad , i really wasn’t paying attention . ‘ turning to look around , she finally spots the bag and lifts it , deciding that it would be a lot easier for her to move to that seat over faye having to pick up everything that she’d spread out on her side of the table . ‘ here – ‘ she hands it to her , ‘ you can sit at the table though , just in case you were … i don’t know , set on sitting here . i feel like i’d been here for a while so did you get lost in all those books ? ‘ @infiinitys

𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 confidence for so long before it felt like she was running out of energy, running out of gas. It was then she knew she needed to retreat back into the comfort of what she knew best, books. She had placed down her bag in a place where it would be visible, but as she got further into the stacks the woman found it becoming harder and harder to see. When she does eventually reemerge, her eyes fall on the woman in her seat. "Hey, hey. You're alright." Viola says with a gentle smile. It was clear in her face that she wasn't upset in the slightest. "I was... but there are lots of open tables."

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they made their way out onto the street, to a little quaint café that welcomed them with pastel colours and the strong, bitter scent of matcha. "i do like keeping people guessing, but we're a quiz team. it's not quite university challenge, but we go to pubs, bars... rinse them for all they're worth. i'm a piercer by trade, but having a little extra income never hurt. sometimes they pay in bar tabs, in biscuits—i prefer cold, hard cash." one day she hoped she could do something a little more exciting, walking runways or simply being pretty for a living. if being gorgeous was a career, ender was convinced she would soar to the top of the chain in the click of a finger. "what do you do? i see 'male dominated' as a challenge."

FAYE GRINS AT THIS STATEMENT , ‘ upsetting men sounds like my cup of tea ‘ she can’t help but agree — and she has plenty of experience doing so , especially in her line of work . ‘ what i do tends to be a uh … *male* dominated field , which is strange , since we all know that men aren’t exactly the most broad thinkers ‘ she laughs quietly under her breath . leaning forward somewhat though , her curiosity is somewhat piqued at this , ‘ so — you run a team of geniuses , do competitions — are you going to have me keep guessing ? because i’m having flashbacks to school and mock debate . ‘

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LISTENING INTENTLY , faye nods as the other explains , ‘ oh yeah , i completely get that — see , i like to know everything about everything if i can ‘ she explains about herself , ‘ and honestly ? the medieval times were pretty crazy , all the things that happened back then , how they handled it ? i took a course on medicine of the ages when in school and what’s even crazier to me is how some systems we are still using today , just … you know , a little more modernized . ‘ she pauses , realizing she’s talking too much about herself , ‘ so – this game you’re working on , is it going to be fantasy set in a more medieval type of era  ? ‘

"Please - I'm more than happy to talk about it," Parker cheerfully plopped down next to Faye. "So, I'm a game developer - I work on a lot of different aspects of games, but I know medieval type games are very popular, so it never hurts to try to stay ahead of the curve and start looking at things while a game is in its infancy. There's a lot that goes into it, obviously, but I like to keep up on any subjects that end to be popular."

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IT WAS FAIRLY OBVIOUS THAT IT WAS FAYE that took up the table , so she’s quick to shake her head . ‘ honestly , i should probably get out of here ‘ she states , ‘ but listen —  you sound like you’ve had a bit of shit day , i’m about to go down the street to that  bakery , why don’t you come along ? it might be good for both of us to have someone to .. you know commiserate our work sorrows with , you know what i mean ? ‘

"What I need and what you've just described, is a fairy godmother, but alas I don't think I'm that lucky," said Ana with a shake of her head, another gentle sigh escaping. She knew that she get out if she wanted to, yet she did enjoy her job, on the days when things were going right. She couldn't exactly say that her boss was the worst person in the world. "Anyway, sorry, I didn't mean to take over your whole table here."

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‘ RESEARCH ? ‘ this piqued faye’s interest , though she doesn’t elaborate much more than that for a long moment . she tends to be an overthinker - the type that ends up lost in her head with questions and yet still manages to speak without thinking . ‘ what kind of research are you doing that includes fantasy novels ? ‘ so it wasn’t that prolific of a question , and immediately she feels like an idiot , ‘ oh sorry , that probably sounded rude ! i just mean what do you do that would consider this research ? ‘

"Oh yeah - totally," the younger girl grinned widely at Faye. "I love to get out after a long day of staring at screens and working - it's sort of hard for me to work outside of my home office, but just taking a walk after helps a lot." Pausing to place her books down on the table, Parker continued. "A lot of fantasy books - similar to Game of Thrones, but less violence, more romance. It's half research, half pleasure reading."

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"pastries, for definite. you know, there are some really cute little patisseries. i used to live in france—" and she would tell anybody who would listen of those nights beneath the honey moon, the shadow of the eiffel tower, "—and, although there's no way anyone over here can make a pain au chocolate quite as beautifully, some can come pretty close." the opposite of faye, at the slightest niggle in her stomach ender was organising uber eats to come and deliver her a bag full of the finest macarons. although she wasn't rich yet, she lived as though she was—who cared that her green velvet couch was still being paid off? turning to face the blonde, she sweetly smiled and shook her head. "i have a team. well, we're still looking for a few more members, but me and avi enter into competitions. we're a pretty brainy duo, and so we usually steal the prize money from under the noses of men twice our age. feels good, their eyes in our backs. if there's one thing i love, it's upsetting men."

IT WAS TRUE , faye needed to step away from the books . upon the urging from ender , she begins to pack her things into the decently sized messenger bag that goes wherever she does and rises to her feet . ‘ alright — so maybe some kind of pastry , or are we thinking appetizers ? ‘ now that there is food spoken out into the world , her stomach begins to rumble and faye realizes once again that she really should eat something . perhaps it’s an ugly habit when she begins to fixate on a project , though she likes to believe that she’s healthy . following ender towards the door , faye’s inquisitive nature takes hold of her and she looks towards the other to show such curiosity , ‘ wait — so you’re a quizzer ? as in … you run trivia nights ? you just … randomly quiz people or … ‘

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it seemed a rarity, these days, to stumble across somebody with the same brain wiring as her. ender, although she prided herself on her beauty, was preoccupied with nurturing her intellect. whenever she had spare time, freed from the tattoo studio, she would find a book—any book—to sink a few hours into. it didn't matter what she was studying, only that she was studying at all. there was no way to predict what could come up in a quiz. "come on, let's go and get us something tasty and decaf and we can rest our heads a little. you're not going to absorb anything else if you're working with mush," she had been in the same situation more times than she could count. as they walked, she began to explain: "i'm a quizzer, so i read anything and everything in order to hold onto as much information as i can. there's the predictable things, of course—the flags, the monarchs—but there are always wildcard questions. i have to make sure i'm the one that knows the answer they're looking for so we can get top prizes."

IT’S LIKELY THAT FAYE’S INTEREST IN WHAT the other is reading outs her as a true bookish type ( as if the display in front of her wasn’t enough ) but she is intrigued , regardless . ‘ that’s not exactly light reading ‘ she points out with half of a smile . turning her focus back onto the other’s question , she nods , but hates the idea of having to clean up all of her books and sprawled papers across the desk , ‘ i mean , coffee sounds nice — decaf though , i mean — i definitely don’t need more caffeine , i feel like i’ve been up for three days straight my brain is all … mush ‘ she leans back to close the large book in front of her , and pushes her chair out to grab her bag , ‘ but regardless , a walk around definitely wouldn’t hurt , and then you can tell me all about that encyclopedia you have in your hands ‘

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FAYE CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH at the comment about benefits , and shakes her head , ‘ i mean — they aren’t bad , helps also when you work alongside medical doctors too , right ? can basically get a diagnosis on the spot ‘ she softens slightly , shrugging her shoulders , ‘ i don’t think it’s boring really , it’s just a lot of tedious work , but i’m good at it – solving problems i think , but something tells me your job is a bit more interesting ‘ leaning forward , she allows a curious gleam to show in her gaze , ‘ so , what do you do ? ‘

Dropping down across from Faye, Kalus listened intently. "Oh - okay yeah that's higher stakes than getting a C or something." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as if he understood anything that was spread out between the two. "I mean, it's important - maybe boring, but there's always something going on that needs attention if it's for health, right? I bet your benefits are amazing, too."