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triangularity2016-07-09 07:06 pm
talesuntold) wrote in triangularity2016-07-09 07:06 pm
Open RP post for Maggie Garcia
Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
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(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
Bring me your plots, or send a message to
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"That sounds more apprehensive than some of the 'oh my god's they've prompted," she teased lightly. "No one bites, I promise. Stoker, Kitty, Toast, down."
The three dogs in question dropped back and reluctantly put all four feet on the ground. Maggie gave all the dogs a minute to settle, then told Dorena, "Stand up so I can hug you."
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"If you must." She obediently stood and held out her arms, trying not to let it show too badly that it had been years since she'd had more than a peck on the cheek with her clothes on. When Maggie hugged her, she hugged back more tightly than her verbal response would have suggested.
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She'd always been good at feeling out what people needed, and when Dorena's arms tightened around her, Maggie instinctively held on. She didn't cling quite so hard, but her grip was solid and the hug was anything but cursory. Maggie would pull back slowly as soon as Dorena showed signs of letting go. Not before.
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She let go in fairly short order, very aware of social boundaries. Living in a world where forceful or odd gestures could be misinterpreted as amplification, made her wary about crossing them. Still, she smiled, as she stepped back. "Well, if this is the outside, I can hardly wait for the inside." She was trying to skip past any potential awkwardness, assuming her hug spoke for her enthusiasm for seeing Maggie.
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"My house has excellent laundry. I'm sure they'll survive, and I'll replace them if they don't." But really, Maggie's clothes are all in one piece. If slobber were enough to ruin them, she would have nothing left to wear.
Maggie has fewer social boundaries in that respect than most people from her generation. She'll be alert for small signs of discomfort, but she likes physical contact, and she does touch her friends. "Come on, then, before dinner gets cold."
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Dorena would take a few days to adjust and then she'd be a cuddle bug or at least more cuddly than average. She followed Maggie cheerfully. "Anyone else here, or....?"
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"I only touch the interest from my trust fund, but that should cover a few things, even if the house laundry didn't take care of it." She does make most of her day to day living off of her writing now, which is... nice. It feels gratifyingly earned in a way that her parents' money doesn't. Maggie still allows herself some luxuries, though.
She shakes your head. "Just you. Everyone has finally finished trickling out from last week's movie night." It did take a week for the last straggler or two to leave, which is exactly how Maggie likes things.
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"I'll keep you company, then. I'm told I can be quite entertaining when I put my mind to it." She gave Maggie a cheeky grin.
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"I'll feed you in exchange for the entertainment," Maggie promised, grinning back. "I can always use more of that, and you're creative enough that I'm sure it will be interesting. It gets so quiet here without company."
She beckoned Dorena after her, into the house, which smelled like the promised dinner.
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"You can hardly avoid getting fed here. I like cooking, and I even grow fruits and vegetables out back." Which was part of how she lured people into staying for longer than a movie marathon. Maggie enjoyed playing hostess.
She led the way through the house, a comfortable sort of cluttered rather than impeccably neat, and into her kitchen. "Wine?" she asked with a small smile.
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"I like your kitchen. Mine is cramped and darker. Then again, I rarely use it." She shrugged. Most of her money went to cameras and microphones.
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"I try to always have mouths to feed." Technically she did, regardless of lack of houseguests, but the dogs were different. "It helps having a kitchen I like working in. Red alright?"
She pulled out a good bottle of wine. Not quite as nice as her parents served at their functions, but then, Maggie tended to be a little more down to earth in her house.
"If we watch a move later, any preferences?" Movies: another thing that was almost unavoidable in Maggie's house if you spent any amount of time there.
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"Hmm. How do you feel about keeping the insects normal sized and going more for demons and ghosts?"
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"Infinitely doable. I like horror movies. I don't intend to torment you with them." Maggie tilts her head and smiles. "How would I lure you back again if I did?"
She pulls the corkscrew out of a drawer and opens up the bottle of wine, then gets down a couple of plates to start dishing out dinner.
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She accepts her plate eagerly. "So, Thirteen Ghosts? Ghost Ship? Too new?"
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Maggie grins. That's an excellent laugh. Better than she remembers, possibly because Dorena is happier than she remembers. "Well, then I'll just have to be very clear about it. And to do it more than once, so that you can re-acclimate yourself."
"Oh, I don't know, I think we can let them slide at 35 years old. Every horror movie is classic by now." Because they don't make them anymore. "We could watch both, unless you're in a hurry to get anywhere."
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She hopped up on her toes and gave Maggie a quick kiss on the cheek in passing.
(OOC: Stop here and pick up elsewhere?)