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⇢ ✨ STATUS ﹕ open ( 2/6 ) ⇢ ✨ TAGGING ﹕celine + utp !! ( @palmviewstarters ) ⇢ ✨ LOCATION ﹕ retro roots.
“This store is either a fever dream or a trap,” Celine muttered under her breath, eyeing a hot pink rotary phone like it might bite her. “I swear my aunt had one just like this, just covered in cigarette ash.” She picked up a pair of gold-framed, star-shaped sunglasses and ran a finger long the edge. She caught motion in her peripheral vision and glanced up, raising an eyebrow with faux gravitas. “Hey, these scream ‘divorced and dangerous,’ right? Asking for a friend." Celine's smirk widened, taking in her fellow shopper before tilting her head. There was something about the otherworldly, out of time feel of the store that had her lowering her usual guard, just a little. “What's your poison? Lava lamps? VHS tapes? …Velvet couches with suspicious stains?”
⇢ 🎸 STATUS ﹕ open. ( 1/6 ) ⇢ 🎸 TAGGING ﹕ophelia + utp !! ( @palmviewstarters ) ⇢ 🎸 LOCATION ﹕ mango bay art district.
Ophelia sat on a folding stool across the street from the Arts District gallery. Her guitar case lay open at her feed, half-filled with crumpled bills and loose change. Her voice curled into the air of the late afternoon, low and a bit rough – like she'd just woken up. Her vintage acoustic was resting against one knee as her fingers danced over the strings. Her eyes absent-mindedly scanned the passerby crowd, and her playing as she noticed someone watching. Ophelia stilled her strings and smirked, “Careful,” she began, a teasing lilt to her tone. “If you stare too long, I'm going to assume you're planning to request something.”