RED CARPET BABY BLUES ; open, au

[Suiteheart]

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With summer in full swing, Shay Hart was living the high life. This was the summer before her second year of college, and she was ready for a break. Don't get her wrong, working on double-majoring in environmental science and music was fun and all, but she was tired of all the work. Plus, it had been ages since she had really gotten to speak with any of her online friends. It was time to reconnect.

The blonde young adult had pulled her laptop out of her bag, placing it on her desk. Plopping down into her chair, she started it up. Within minutes, she was logging onto Discord. The chat was blowing up, so she was at least pleased all her buddies would be online. After throwing her hair into a bun with the help of a scrunchie, she began typing.

americansuiteheart Today at 8:00 PM
so ya girl is free from college!! i just finished unpacking all my shit. can we vc?? i miss you nerds (

After she sent the message, a gigantic grin surfaced on her face as she began to see her friends typing.

[Margaery]

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In retrospect, Margaret could have just talked to everyone through Shay's laptop- especially as she spread out on their bed and opened her own, propping up her head with a dainty hand. As always, she was met with tons of notifications from her friends as they chatted and what not, prompting her to groan a bit. She was terrible at responding to everyone but Shay and her father. The former was obvious and the latter... well, he'd kill her if she didn't respond to him within five minutes. She had totally let herself slip and now knew nothing about what they were talking about. Great.

[color=#b14767]"Sometimes," She began absently, glancing over her laptop to look at Shay, [color=#b14767]"I wish I could just get rid of all my electronics and go live in a forest or something." A laugh quickly followed her words though. Even with all of her... quirks, she'd be a little lost without her phone and the forest was hardly the place for the political science and history major. How was she supposed to achieve her dreams surrounded by a bunch of trees?

thelittlerose Today at 8:08 PM
please talk to us,,, i'm sorry for going mia i miss you guys!! i'm hoping on the video call now

And with that, Margaret clicked the button and watched as her computer's camera lit up, a smiling picture of herself smiling back at her. 

[kinglykingstone]

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Special Agent Dale Cooper wasn't the most technologically savvy person but, he was getting the hang of it. Discord had been pretty simple for the man once Shay had sat him down and explained it all but, he tend to shy away. He felt a bit awkward, being a 32 year old man with a bun of 20 year olds and little 10 year old Pele. Shay had reassured him it was fine but still, he wasn't all that comfortable.

But, it had been a long as hell day and he was stressed to the max. He needed a good chat with his friends and as he powered up his laptop he found the answer he needed.

FireWokWithMe Today at 8:09 PM
Mind if I hop in on this, dears? It's been a very long day.

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[BASTILLEPAW]

AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

The pinging of messages coming in from his open laptop woke him up, and the 19 year old groaned as he dragged a pillow over his head in a weak effort to tune it out. The little blips of noise were a nightmare for his headache, but it seemed that even muffled by the pillow, there was no escaping it. He was already awake, and there was no way to fall blissfully back to sleep when his hangover was demanding his full attention. Scowling, he fumbled for his laptop and pulled it off his table as he straighten up, slouching back against the headboard as he rubbed at his eyes blearily. After a beat he located the source of the damned thing and was unamused to see that Shay had started this all.

bastille Today at 8:12 PM
yeah, coop, we mind terribly
just like we minded so much last time you asked, or the time before that...

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[★ HAZEL]

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

ooc w ow i love this au so much i want to draw it afjdksdf

Ding! Ding! Din - ding!

Oh - crap. Crap. Hazel was covered in yellow and white paint, and not in the ideal position for interacting with technology, but...oh well. Whatever! She pretty much tossed the whole "sparkling clean" concept in the trash the day she discovered paints. She grabbed the rag off the table next to her laptop and hastily wiping her hands on it before opening the dinging application and scrolling through the chat. She rolled her eyes, huffing out a dry laugh and typing her response.

princess Today at 8:14 PM
bast your sarcasm translates horribly over text smh
no worries, cooper : )) you'rw good!
*you're

Snorting softly to herself at Bastille's dry humor, she clicked on the video chat icon, watching Margy and Suite's faces pop up on screen while her own image sharpened from its initial low resolution. She quickly yanked out her earbuds and stuffed them in her overall pockets before trying to push some of her curls out of her face. She...succeeded, ish. Mostly she just managed to get paint in her hair. The white backdrop of her studio was stark against her skin and hair, putting emphasis on the canvas visible in the corners of the screen. From the looks of it, the piece was taller than Hazel herself, and covered in an array of warm colors.

"Hey guys!" She greeted, waving with a paint-covered hand. Jeez, she felt so young. She was a rising high school senior, and they were in college. She was in way over her head.

★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★

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[Suiteheart]

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"As if," Shay laughed, upon hearing Margaret's words. She tossed a look over her shoulder to her girlfriend who was propped up on the bed. She was wearing one of her softer smiles - the kind she reserved just for Margy. "You and I both know we'd both die without technology." Her words were full of amusement.

She clicked on the video, smiling brightly. Her eyes moved to the chat, reading over messages from Cooper, Bast, and Hazel. She let out an airy laugh at Cooper's message. Poor guy. She'd met him by chance on a spring break vacation with Margaret, and the rest was history. He was like an older brother to her, and as little sister do, she was often dragging him into situations like this group chat. Everyone was like family though, so he fit in easily.

americansuiteheart Today at 8:15 PM
if everyone doesn't get in this call rn i'm gonna die please hurry

In the instant that she sent the message, she saw Hazel's smiling face greet her. The biggest smile ever brightened up Shay's own, and she waved back. "Hi, Haze!" she said, excitement visible in her tone. "What are you working on? I want to see!" She tried her best to see the artwork of warm hues. She always loved seeing the other's paintings and drawings, and it seemed Hazel was working on something big this time. "And how'd the end of junior year go? Are you excited to be a senior? Ah, Margy, our baby girl is all grown up!" she said, pouting for a few seconds before breaking off into laughter.

[radeken]

[color=black]radek-al Today at 8:16
beep beep i’m coming in

So, yeah, maybe she should’ve been focused on something else right now (no...no she definitely should’ve been) but, hey. Friendship was important too, right? If you can call it that... She pushed back her mop of short, sweaty auburn curls and held it in place long enough to pin it away from her forehead permanently with a metal clip. Radeken had looked nicer in the past, certainly, but she wasn’t self-conscious about the bruise-colored bags drooping under her eyes or the busted lip she had been dabbing with bacitracin or the mysterious rust-colored stains dappling the white tanktop she sported. Fuckin’ junkies, all strung out and mad for no damn reason. Maybe the stress of how much they blew on her drugs was catching up. Maybe they thought she was an alien emissary. Who knew, with that crowd.

She leaned out of her dingy computer chair, grabbing for her wallet so she could yank out a wad of musty bills and, as she joined the video chat, the image of her sweaty and busted and smug as hell blinked on as she oh so casually counted her cash.

“[color=black]Hey, losers.”

[BASTILLEPAW]

AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

Was he pleased to see Hazel’s user pop up, showing that she was typing? Nope. He refused to admit that he was feeling a little less murderous towards Shay for waking him up just because the girl made an appearance, and while he probably wouldn’t have bothered joining the damn video otherwise, he conceded when she did. He didn’t waste time trying to look more presentable, and when his camera finally loaded he was yawning, dark curls a disaster from sleep (and trying to hide under his pillow). He squinted slightly against the light from their brightly lit rooms, and drawled, ”Yo.” He rolled his eyes as Rad made an appearance, and added, ”Oh, Rad - thanks for the 24 hour nap. That was a delight.”

There was a touch of sarcasm in his tone, though he didn’t really care much. It was a weekend and he was already ahead on his readings, so what did it matter if he died for a day? It didn’t, really. He would have minded less if she hadn’t kicked him out of her room to nap, but whatever.

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[kinglykingstone]

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Cooper dug through his suit pockets for his headphones, finding them in a bundle in the pocket of his jacket. He set them on his keyboard, tugging off his jacket and tossing it onto his bed.

His head jerked towards his laptop as he heard the ping! of a message, making a face at Bast's response. He didn't actually care about Bast's opinion towards him, but he did like to give him hell.

FireWokWithMe Today at 8:13 PM
: (

Cooper picked up his headphones and glasses, slipping the wire framed glasses on. Once his headphones were untangled, he plugged them into the laptop. Before he joined the call, he bent over to tug his current case file from his case and laid it open beside the laptop.

FireWokWithMe Today at 8:16 PM
I'm coming now.

And with that, Cooper made sure his webcam was on and hopped into the call. "Hello there!" he said, flashing a smile to the others. His eyes landed on Rad and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't too fond of her, especially as a man of the law. It's not like she had outwardly said anything but... he knew. For Suite's sake though, he wouldn't dare do anything about it.

"Speech"

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[radeken]

“[color=black]Your contribution to my research has made several people happy. I hope you’re recording these sessions as volunteer hours.” Radeken placed a hand over her heart, tucking her earnings back into her wallet. “[color=black]Hiiii, Coop.” She crooned lazily, scratching her neck and then taking a sip from the mug on her desk. It was very stupid for her to flaunt drug money in front of someone like him but officially speaking, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Even if nearly everyone who knew her had at least half an idea of what she was up to off the record.