Events That Broke Up The Norm Of Daily Life Were Always Luna Approved.

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               This  should  have  been  a  fun  night,  especially  now  that  Beverly  was  here  with  him,  but  Ben  just  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  let  loose.  One  would  think  that,  with  this  being  the  second  time  that  Bev  didn’t  remember  their  relationship  now,  he’d  know  what  to  do,  but  unfortunately  he  was  just  as  lost  as  the  last  time.  “  Hey,  if  anyone  here’s  wearing  a  clip-on,  it’s  Richie.  Not  me.  ”  He  chuckled  softly,  trying  to  stop  his  expression  from  falling  but  ultimately  failing.  Suddenly  he  felt  as  though  he  was  twelve  years  old  again.  “  I  dunno,  maybe.  ”

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                    brows furrowed tightly in immediate CONCERN at his fallen expression. her heart ached deeply to see him upset, it always had. this time however, the feeling was accompanied by the inkling suspicion that she was missing something. a stir of the heart that only started when she saw ben && some of the other losers again. hands grasped his arms, squeezing them comfortingly. “hey, i’m already missing that smile. besides, you got it. keep hangin’ tough && take it step by step. maybe we can even ask the boys in the band to play one of your favorite songs to make you feel better.” face remained stoic for only a moment before beverly could no longer hide her smirk. perhaps too many NKOTB references, but she couldn’t help herself — she had time to make up for. “&& if not impressed, their loss. plus, that simply means you’re stuck with me the rest of the night.”

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: i... never thought about it like that

ben: we might as well dress up like we did back then too, make it a theme

ben: not that i'd wanna wear any of my old clothes haha

beverly: see that's why you gotta keep me around

beverly: so much denim was worn 😬 but i'm in lol

beverly: it's either replicas of our old clothes or we find those awful neon windbreakers to wear

beverly: so choose wisely, hanscom 😎

                    books of all kinds had always been a comfort. a SANCTUARY with the world being as it was. even nonfiction novels were able to lighten spirits. luna was a frequent customer to the shop, whether they were there for  h o u r s  reading about how saolas live out in the wild or just there to quickly pick something up. lips pursed as they took a moment to answer ( honestly asking themselves that same question ). “yes, actually. what’s your favorite book ?? i think it can tell a lot about a person, don’t you ?? plus i’d love something maybe new.”

                Rue’s  days  were  usually  spent  in  her  little  shop,  tucked  away  in  the  corner  of  town.  She  did  good  business,  but  the  majority  of  her  day  was  spent  behind  the  counter  reading,  or  restocking  the  shelves.  Currently,  she  was  doing  the  former,  until  she  heard  the  little  bell  over  the  door  ring,  signaling  that  someone  had  entered  the  shop.  Putting  a  bookmark  in  her  book,  she  stood.  “  Can  I  help  you  find  anything?  ”

                    beverly knew better than to expect the line to be short at the grind, especially early in the morning. like many others, the redhead needed a strong cup of coffee to even start her day. bev always wanted to be a morning person && yet every morning it’s the same — alarm instantly snoozed ... usually several times. unable to stop a yawn from parting lips, she let out a grumpy, yet slightly amused chuckle. “is there a SECRET PASSWORD or something ??” she playfully implored to the person in front of her. “something we could say to make them take us next or miraculously make the line go faster ??” a jest, && perhaps a lot of wishful thinking, but the idea made the wait a little more bearable. @edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom.

                    there wasn’t much that could NUMB the memories of the past, especially here. no morphling to be found ( then again, perhaps it was a strange, painful blessing — she’d seen what morphlings became ). && while liquor was hardly the same, it would do. hand raked through hair that johanna once questioned would ever grow back as she made herself comfortable, brow arched at her words as unamused gaze turned towards the other. “well —” a pause, her sights now moving around the ever crowding bar. “guess you better save that one.” johanna mused, pointedly looking at the chair opposite of Katarina. “first come, first serve,” she chimed with feigned warmth, slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

—- “Are you god damn kidding me?” Katarina exhales as her eyes fix upon the bartender. He had a very specific task. And that task was? To fill a wine glass with human blood. However, This human was a complete useless individual. She clears her expression and it switches to a sincere one – a grin upon her face & her body leaning in towards him. “If immortality is what you want, I will gladly give it to you. But, you need to follow directions exactly as I say.” Katarina speaks softly before locking eyes with him and compelling him. “Re-fill this cup. to the rim.” And with that, the man goes to the back. A devilish smile upon her and within a second, it fades to hear someone sat by her. But, the smile returns as she looks at the person before her. “I believe this seat is taken.”

                    despite the  l o n g  line, finn was rather preoccupied with studying the technology this system had. while advanced in some ways, it also severely lacked in others. no ships, not even speeders. cars, they were something, but damn were they SLOW. if they had the falcon, or really any old ship, they could all be outta here by now. the droids, that’s the only word he could use to describe them, that people were using to select their orders were the same ... slow. finn chuckled at her words, shaking his head. “to be fair, the people ahead of us just might not know how to use those things.” he certainly didn’t. “that or the droids are just acting up. some of the ones i used to know were quite stubborn with when && how they wanted to work.”

Month number two. It was ridiculous. Is ridiculous. Will likely be ridiculous for a very long time. Peggy wasn’t as angry at Howard now. Didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. Having time to cool down and take stock of her situation not that she really had much of a choice was vaguely a good thing. Only vaguely. No more than that. She still had yet to settle down. Any moment, she couldn’t help thinking hoping, she’d disappear from Ivywood and find herself back home with her family. Back home to her position as director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Any moment at all now please. The only thing that happened was the line became one shorter. Peeking around the person in front of her, Peggy nearly tutted at the lack of progress. “How long do you think it will be until there’s an employee out here taking our orders the old fashioned way?”

                   finn’s feet carried him towards the other before he could stop himself. he’d recognize the jedi anywhere ( with the force helping guide him or not ). finn’s smile dropped slightly at the immediate question. finn had rather hoped the other had all his memories, that he wasn’t afflicted like many of the others around town. but nonetheless finn was relieved, seeing luke alive. “we have. but not here.” he was quick to add, knowing how confusing, perhaps painful it’d be to not remember it all. “&& in a different time,” brows furrowed, though finn offered a comforting grin. “but it’s okay. i’m finn. i was part of the resistance with your sister, general leia. though i know that might not mean anything to you now.”

@heartsofember​ requested a starter | luke and finn

maybe it was just for luke but despite having very few memories of his past, things were going really well for him. unusually well, in fact. he was getting to know his brother in law, han; he’d met an amazing guy who didn’t seem to judge him for the fact he had galaxy-sized holes in his memory, and his job was relatively stable. all things considered, luke was having a great time of it. but he was getting concerned with the hazy moments of deja vu when he met certain people. like the guy walking towards him at that moment. he wasn’t certain that he’d met him but something inside him said the guy was important. “hey, sorry. have we met?”

                    social gatherings weren’t exactly johanna’s thing, but she’d be anywhere that had a good drink. velvet bourbon was one of her favorites because they didn’t stiff on the alcohol like most places did. a few drinks && she was almost happily buzzed, enough at least to not be a total asshole. though, admittedly, she almost laughed at the sight of entertainment. “yeah, people around here are dicks. they never change, not matter where you are.” johanna mused, dark gaze wandering over the stain. “that’s not gonna come out. they like their drinks fruity && dark it seems. an asshole who also has bad taste.”

               Alec  spent  just  a  little  too  much  time  at  Velvet  Bourbon,  but  he  was  a  social  guy  and  liked  to  people-watch.  At  least,  this  Alec  did.  Normally,  Alec  Lightwood  would  be  off  working,  or  spending  time  with  his  family,  not  slicking  his  hair  back  in  a  small  mirror  in  the  corner  of  the  dining  room.  After  he  determined  that  every  hair  was  perfectly  in  place,  he  turned  and  was  immediately  met  with  a  spilled  drink  on  his  shirt.  “  Hey,  this  is  brand  new!  ”  He  called  out  to  the  person  who  had  now  completely  walked  away,  as  if  nothing  happened.  “  Asshole.  ”  He  muttered,  reaching  for  a  napkin  to  blot  at  the  stain.

                    to mike, this was like PROM, but even better. some might say he was stuck in high school — wanting to relive the glory days && go back to much simpler times. but honestly, what the hell was wrong with that ?? unlike many, he could only assume, he loved those days. as an athlete he got along alright, more than alright to be perfectly honest. so, mike already was having a good time, drink in hand as he wandered the place when amelia spoke to him. an easy, dimpled grin met her own, nodding enthusiastically as peered around the venue once again. “hell yeah. can’t complain — food, music — it’s all fucking perfect.” only then did he catch onto her words. “wait — you’re tellin’ me you did all this ??” raven brows arched, impressed as smirk widened. “well shit. you deserve at least one drink or something. CELEBRATE a little.”

Amelia had been working events for a long time at this point. Even for being twenty-four, she had more experience than a lot of the people she met during her internship. She probably could’ve done something great there, but her family was more important to her. Her sister was just finishing high school and her mother needed help, even if she wouldn’t come out and say it. Nice thing about Ivywood, they sometimes threw decent events and she got to help. Amelia told everyone she would meet them there, knowing she would have some work to do before the event started. As she finished getting ready, Amelia slowly moved down the stairs, eyes moving over the event happening below. It was okay for her to have fun and to forget about everything going on for a little while, plus she was in love with her dress and excited to get to wear it. Spotting someone, she smiled before speaking. “Are you enjoying the gala so far? I honestly think it turned out pretty great, but I might be a little biased.” 

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

Listening to the girl, Jo nodded her head and smiled. “That honestly sounds like it would be such a nice idea. Then you have easy access and a a great way to display everything.” She agreed, already able to see the idea she pictured in her head. “Um, I was just kind of looking for something that was made of a good wood. I’m really not one to do the whole color scheme thing. That would most like be more of something my sisters Beth or Amy would focus on.” She commented, letting her shoulders shrug. “I just need something that, when I spend days at, isn’t going to be completely useless.” Jo explained as she went back to looking at the furniture in front of her. “Um, sure! I’m more than happy to work together on this. Maybe it’ll be a lot faster and I won’t have to make all the decisions on my own.” She laughed. 

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                    “something about having another person back you up in a decision makes it so much easier,” bev affirmed, holding out her hand for the other to shake. “i’m beverly marsh.” at the mention of two other sisters, she couldn’t help the curiosity. an only child, && a relief it was simply based off how things were, she still wondered what it’d be like to have siblings. “sounds like you guys at least BALANCE each other out well.” bev warmly quipped, listening carefully to what the other was looking for. “actually, the one i got wasn’t anything super fancy, but i’ve liked it.” the redhead took a few steps down the aisle before pointing out the desk she bought a few weeks back. “i’m not sure what you’re using it for, but i have a computer && printer on it && still have room for a few of my sketchpads.” bev still preferred pen && paper to the art program she had. “but if you’re gonna be sitting a while, i recommend a good chair above anything else.”