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It's about seven PM, and the residents have just moved in within the past week or so. Determined to strike a good note with his roommates and the neighbors across the hall, resident Helicopter Dad Nate is throwing a party--and it's exclusive! The six are the only ones invited--but this is no high end party. Robert Downey Jr. isn't going to swing in to check on things, the alcohol was most definitely not imported from Italy, and no use of mahogany tables will be seen during this time.

But, this party has the potential to do good. Whether it's a much needed break for the Achiever, or even a chance at actual interaction for the Recluse, this party has the chance to change everyone. But will it be for better or for worse? The choice is up to you.

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serena renée evers location. Apartment 20 | mentions. wil, nate | mood. relaxed.

The Comic Relief

For the record, if she had had the option to stay at work, she still would have chosen to come home. It wasn't like her boss was sick of her always being there--no, of course not! Serena rubbed her eyes as she slipped her key into the lock and turned it, stepping in. The familiar feeling of rest and relaxation rushed over her--an odd feeling, considering that it had been a while since anywhere actually felt like home. The young doctor rubbed under her eyes before cursing--the hand sanitizer that all doctors revered was not skin friendly, and often caused irritation when making contact with the face.


She allowed her keys to neatly clatter onto the table, her eyes wary as she stepped into the house. Wasn't today the party? Her roommate, Nate, had invited a few others to come over to their apartment (namely, the dweebs from apartment 21), and it would look bad on Serena's part if she wasn't even there for the party that was being held in her own apartment. The young woman was exhausted, clearly, but she could suffer through a few hours of meeting new people and snacking here and there--as long as she got to sleep in the end. Besides, she had an inkling that there was going to be alcohol at the party, and well--she was quite okay with drinking. Why not? She deserved it.



Not seeing anyone immediately in her scope of vision, Serena rushed to her room, closing the door behind her. She quickly shed her lab coat and set to work on peeling her sky blue scrubs that denoted her as an intern, sighing when she was finally liberated from her constraints. Hm--well, she had to look nice for the party, yes? Something casual--nothing too much. She changed into dark denim shorts and a pink blouse, which she half-tucked into the waistband of her shorts, letting the other half hang out. Her messy hair was gathered into one hand, and she neatly tied it up into a ponytail that bobbed behind her as she walked.



With a swipe of her lip gloss wand, a stroke of eyeliner and highlighter, and a brush of her mascara, she deemed herself acceptable. She opened the door to her room, peeking out. "Hello?" She called out carefully.



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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Jiao-Long Zhào
The Recluse

Location: Library > Streets of New York > His Room
Interaction: No one. Oh god. No talking please!
Mention: Helpful neighbour iShyShy
Female appartment sharer Colorless Spectrum
Male appartment sharer Reigning King

There came a soft sound from his phone, a little melody playing from it, and a young boy quickly scrambled to get it turned off. Of course, his finger slipped and the music got louder before silence returned all around him. Beet red he sat there, trying to hide behind one of the books he had laying on his table and now set up so he had something to hid behind. However no one seemed to have noticed. Honestly, the library was almost empty, except for a few of the people that worked there and others that like him had nothing better to do with their lives. The Asian male still felt very nervous, but with some quick glances around he was absolutely positive no one had noticed anything. He looked down at the alarm that had gone off, before he realized why there was an alarm. He frowned and switched to his agenda. Party. What party? Oh. Yes. That party. Shit.

It had been the invitation he had quickly accepted when in the middle of bringing his stuff upstairs and into his new living place. He had been too distracted to come up with a quick excuse, though the guy had seemed like someone that would not allow any excuses to be made. He had even helped him with bringing the other stuff upstairs! It had been a friendly gesture, but made things so awkwardly in regard of turning down that invitation, so he had a kind of accepted it and put it into his phone and just forgotten all about it. There had been so much he still had to arrange for his transfer to the university here and other school related stuff. And he still needed to unpack so much! Oh, he hated how much of a mess his room at this moment was. The appartement in general, but with three poeple moving in he couldn't expect it to be all clean and orderly. Still it gave him very much the shivers.

Jiao-Long was still staring at the screen of his phone with that one little message on it. It was a good thing his phone automatically gave an alarm an hour on beforehand. Normally he'd never forget things, but yeah. The last few days had been hectic. And settling here in America was a kind of hard on the shy young male. Or young. He was 26 years of age, though he looked just past 20 with his baby face and typical Asian features. He sighed as he got up from the table he had been working at. He wanted to make a good impression when his classes would start upcoming monday. He didn't want to look like that dumb exchange student. Plus he had reputation and stereotype to hold up. Not that he really cared about that last thing. Anyway, right now he had something completely different to worry about. A party. With five people he didn't know. Sure, he had seen them in passing, but mostly he had locked himself up in his room, either to study and read up, but also to deep clean and then get his room organized. Not that the last thing seemed to work well... but he was getting there. He would be happy when all the settling in was done though.

With the book in his back and the scarf around his neck, the young man dared to go outside into the cold autumn weather. He quickly moved over the busy New York streets and crossed a street here and there. He took a turn left and one right and then there should be the café. Yet that café was not there. He looked around. Oh, no. Where had he ended up now? He took a deep breath as he grabbed his phone. No need to panic. He had more than enough battery left and google maps was his best friend. His thumbs moved swiftly over the screen as he typed in the address. He smiled softly as he immediately saw where he had gone wrong. He had taken a turn too early. So not much later the café came indeed into his view and just a bit further was the building he lived at. He took the stairs, a very subtle way to avoid forced conversations with overly social people, and it was a nice work out on top.

Jiao took off his scarf and his jacket when he opened the door to the appartement. Automatically he kept his gaze down as he quickly hung away his scarf and jacket at the hooks he had intended for that use. Though he still had to gather the courage to tell the other two to do so too. Confrontations were not his strong suit really. He quickly scurried through the living room and into his bedroom. If anyone had called for him or greeted him, they had been ignored now. There was more than enough socializing to do tonight. Though he assumed the female would be in her room going over clothes for tonight to wear -as should he- and the male, he had honestly no idea where he was. Anyway, clothes... What would be appropiate clothes for a party like this? It was an informal get together, right? Perhaps he should just text he was sick. He didn't even have any ones number... He would just make a five minute appearance and run back here. Thank god the party was at the other appartment!

 

[Fanaa]

Wilimina

Location: Apt. 20 :- bedroom ↠ Apt. 20 :- living room
With: No one ↠ Serena
Mentioned: Serena [@intenseandinsane] Nathan [@iShyShy]

Nate was hosting a party. Which meant social interaction were bound to occur. Wilimina would like to think that socializing was her specialty, though many would argue that being able to talk someone’s head off did not equate to being socially competent. It was quite possible that Wilimina de la Cruz was the only human being on this polluted planet that kidnappers would return simply because they couldn’t stand her blabberfing off. If annoyance was a superpower then she was the Superman of the category.

Nate was hosting a party. Which meant make-up would need to be applied. Willamina had been at war with her false eyelashes for twenty minutes. She contemplated using superglue to keep them in place. It was her fault really, she refused to buy quality eyelash glue, she’d rather save a buck and take a chance with the eyelash glue she purchased at the corner store. Could she possibly get an eye infection? Yes. Was she willing to take that risk? Also yes. Besides, her mother had always said beauty was pain.

Nate was hosting a party. Which meant she had to show up and show out. Willamina slipped into her skirt and stared into the full-length mirror that rested in the corner of her bedroom. The dark-haired female nodded in approval. ‘I’m a snack. I’m a whole meal. A five-course meal at that.’ she complimented as she poked her butt out sassily. Yes, this was the outfit, no other would suffice. And with everything complete, she could now exit her lair. Opening the door she could hear Serena call out.

“Heeeeeey booty shorts Betty.” she said teasingly, her brows raising up and down suggestively.

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[Colorless Spectrum]

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After three hours of shopping with five new clothes, Veronica found herself walking back to the apartment. She just bought a bottle of whiskey to bring to her neighbors, that with the costs she made earlier barely left her with money. It was a good thing that she had kept a few back in her room for apartment expenses but that didn't change the fact that she was walking. Note to self, don't go shopping again. It was still quite the huge change for the once daughter who's family owned multiple businesses. It's hard when you spent twenty-two years of your life in luxury and then in just a statement released by the pressed, gone. It's almost two years since it had happened. She couldn't help but sigh, she didn't have to think about this.

After an hour or so, she had finally gotten back to the apartment. Placing the bottle at the counter with the jacket that she had worn before proceeding to her room. She hanged her newly bought clothes, taking a good look at which she should wear for the party. Options are the pantsuit, sophistication and power would be what she was showing but it would be too formal; the denim shorts and a tassel trim top that stops in the middle of her stomach, a casual style and most likely to give an easy going impression but it's not really her style; the boho-chic dress of black and beige was certainly something she'd wear for a party but it seemed too fancy for a six people party; and last is... the one piece cheongsam made of silk with a turquoise and red color, vintage, classy, and it works with her see-through black sheer shawl jacket.

Her attention was taken by the closing of the door near her room. Hmmm? Was that the guy who locks himself in his room all day or the other one? "I should really get to know them, we'll be living with each other for god knows how long." She rolled her eyes, she had wanted to stay in the apartment she had been previously but it was too expensive, it ate most of her salary and it was a bit farther away from the bus stops. Seeing as she just moved in not too long ago, it came as a shock to her when she was invited by this man whose name she can't really remember. Veronica, in all honesty wondered if they already knew each other, or at least some of them do. She was the last to move in here and for all she knows she'd be the out of place. The idea of not being able to socialize in a party makes her feel slightly unsure whether she should go or not but she had already said yes and not going would just put a bad impression of her.

She hung the other clothes in her closet and looked around her room. It was a mess. There were still a few boxes she had left unopened, and her clothes where everywhere. She could only grimace at the sight, if her grandmother were still around she'd be getting a whipping even in this day and age. But that can be fixed later, it was time for her to freshen up. In just half an hour later, Veronica's hair was styled up in a bun with chopsticks pierced through it. She was wearing her dress with black embroidered flats, she looked good in it. She knows she does.

"I'm gonna go ahead to the party." She said to whoever was in there apartment and picked up her bottle from the counter, if they heard her at all. She was already outside of the door, mentally reminding herself to not make rude or snarky comments if she could help it. God, I want to light a cigarette right now. She took a deep breathe before knocking on the door. "Hello, this is Veronica from the apartment across, I'm here for the party?" Did she have to introduce herself through the door? She doesn't really know how these kind of party works. Usually she'd just be on the list and the bouncers would let her in. Her only hope for this was that it would not be a waste of time.
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[iShyShy]

Nate Swanson

| Location: Apartment 20 |
| Interactions: Serena thirteen Wil Fanaa Veronica Colorless Spectrum |
| Mood: Excited|
| Outfit |

Today is the day! Things have to be absolutely perfect and all things must be considered. Nate has been trying to plan the perfect casual welcoming/get to know each other party for the past couple of days since his roommates and the people across the hall have moved in. It was such a nice coincidence that they all moved in so closely to one another and who wouldn't want to get their neighbors? They seemed to be really nice. He even helped move one of the neighbors into apartment 21. The male seemed so young and Nate couldn't help himself but to offer assistance. Besides, becoming friends with your neighbors could only be a good thing. There was always a chance to hang out, talk, help, or anything else if you knew your neighbors! Maybe even borrow some sugar? As cheesy and classic as that is, he almost had to ask today. For the party Nate thought it would be a kind gesture to cook or bake at least a few of the things he wanted to put out. So on top of the buffalo chicken dip and salsa he made earlier that day, he wanted to make brownies from scratch. He almost didn't have enough ingredients but thankfully he was able to skate by. After the long day of getting his food prepared, he set the batter to the side to let it rest and so he could bake the brownies to be warm when the party started.


Thankfully he was home alone during the day so no one would see his preparations. He wanted things to be a surprise for everyone! The morning consisted of him organizing the apartment before he began cooking. After cleaning up the kitchen and tidying up the living room, Nate took himself to shower and get dressed for the party. It was nearing the time he wanted to put the brownies in, just about 615pm (1815) when it dawned on him that he had forgotten to buy all the alcohol! Normally he wouldn't forget anything but it was such short notice that it must have slipped his mind. Luckily the store was right around the corner. He glanced at his watch, I can make it. He quickly threw in the brownie batter as the oven preheated and grabbed his jacket to make the run to the store.


The recipe he referenced for the brownies said it would take 25 minutes for them to bake so he was on the clock. Grabbing his tan bomber jacket, wallet, and keys, he sprinted out the door and to the store to grab a plethora of alcohol, ranging from wine, to beer, to cider, to hard liquor and spirits with mixers, and even the casual wine coolers. Uh oh... He got carried away. It's not his fault! He just wanted to make sure he had what everyone would like! How was he going to carry all of this back? With brute strength and an iron will, that's how. It's for the party. With a large box full of bottles in his hands, he hastened his way back to the apartment, taking the elevator to save himself from dying of over exertion.


Placing the box on the ground so he could unlock the door again, he lifted the box and pushed the door open with his butt. As he went to put the box on the kitchen counter, he noticed a distinct lack of chocolate scent in the air. Just as he was going to check the oven, Serena poked her adorable little head out of her room. Nate excitedly turned to her, “Hey Serena!” He gave a small wave and then used his thumb to point toward the oven as he walked toward it. “You didn't happen to take my brownies out did yo... never mind.” He reached the oven and saw for himself that he had forgotten to turn the oven on. He exaggeratedly let out a breath of exhaustion and laughed at himself as he laid his face in his hands. He mumbled to himself before he started moving. “Oh well. I just will start it now as I set everything out.” With that small pep talk from himself he shed his jacket, turned the oven on and began placing all of the snacks like chips, wings, veggie platter, and his homemade dips on the counter. Then as he started arranging the alcohol and brought out the plastics cups and disposable plates and utensils, he turned to Serena. “How was work? I hope you still have energy for the party!” He really was excited and was putting a lot of effort into this. He felt like this was a chance to make some great bonds and be close to the people around him. Hopefully things would work out as great as he envisioned. As he waited for a response he double checked the last few things for the party. The television was on a channel that was playing 'popular sing along' music videos and there were a couple of board games stacked on the coffee table. His attention snapped to the door leading to Wil's room at the sound of a top tier tease.


Nate burst out laughing, he couldn't help himself. And her face! It was too fun and funny! Wow she really would be the life of the party like she promised. Both girls looked wonderful in their outfits. At least, from what he could see beyond their doors. Once Nate caught his breath he turned to them both. “Can I just say that you two are absolutely S L A Y I N G those outfits! Brava, brava!” He clapped for them.


Shortly after his applause, he heard a knock and a voice faintly from the other side. His heart started racing with joy as the first guest from the other apartment had arrived. He opened the door as calmly as he could, not to scare the new possible friend, but there was clear energy in that door opening. He smiled at her widely. “Hello! I'm Nate. Thank you for coming! Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” He stepped to the side to make room for her. “Will your roommates be joining us?” The question wasn't necessary but it was a conversation starter and well... just because they said they would come didn't mean they actually would. He just hoped it did.

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[Reigning King]

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"Catch your dreams before they slip away."
location: vogue ► his apartment ► apartment 20
with: no one
tags: Colorless Spectrum DarkiusHeavenstein iShyShy

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Freddy had cursed under his breath as he had gotten off later from work. Later then he had originally planned. Thanks to this, it had put him behind on actually getting ready for the party and now, he had to make time with what he had left. Perhaps, he wouldn't be too late for the party. Not like anyone was expecting him to be there anyway. Freddy just had to get him a pumpkin spice latte from the Starbuck's on his trip home but would hopefully finish it before reaching his apartment because he didn't want anyone to see him cheating. He had basically swallowed it whole before he made it to the front steps that lead into the building where his apartment was. Tossing it in the trash bin that was outside, Freddy proceeded onward with climbing the flight of stairs that he had to. Once in front of his door, he had unlocked it then pushed forward so that it'll open up then closed it behind him.

❝Hey, y'all!❞ Freddy called out, having no idea if either one of his roommates were present at the time. Although, he had an idea of what they were doing. The female was probably going through a million and one outfits for the party and the male was probably curled up in his room. Shrugging at the thought of them doing whatever it was that they were possibly doing, he scurried over to his room, took off his messenger bag immediately then started to rummage through his closet for something to wear. Freddy had cursed again before he ran his hand over his afro then a lightbulb went off. Earlier within the day, he already had an outfit picked out already. He had walked into his closet and grabbed the hanger, in which his outfit was on then laid it down onto the bed. Freddy rubbed his hands together then overheard Vee saying that she going to the party. 'What? Finally decided on what to wear?' He thought to himself with a chuckle.

From there, he had gone into the bathroom to freshen himself up then went to change. Freddy had viewed himself over in the floor stand mirror that was placed inside his room. Once he gave himself the nod of approval and dabbed on some Armani cologne, he had left his room and went to the male sharer of the apartment's door. Freddy knocked on the door then spoke through the door. ❝Dude, if you're not at this party in about fifteen minutes, I'm coming to get you.❞ Freddy did not bother to wait for a response before he headed to the door and left their apartment. He stood in front of apartment 20's door before he raised a fist to knock on it, three taps.

He felt that it was a little unnecessary to introduce himself until the door opened. When it did, then he would introduce himself to whoever opened the door. ❝Hey, Freddy here.❞ He would introduce with a wave of his hand and a smile before he making his way inside of the apartment, eyes scanning around the area. Freddy needed this after long days and even some nights at work. He has been busting his tail since day one and it seems like things aren't letting up anytime soon for him at work. Freddy was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest, no matter what.

Freddy would find Vee, eventually and mutter lowly toward her. ❝Hey, I told our roommate that he has fifteen minutes to get here or else, I'm dragging him here. Literally.❞

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serena renée evers location. Apartment 20 | mentions. wil, nate | mood. relaxed. | outfit: here

The Comic Relief

At the call of her female roommate, Serena turned and grinned, striking a provocative pose for the booty shorts to...well, do their thing. Her assets appropriately highlighted, Serena flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You like what you see?" The girl teased, before grinning at the other's outfit. "Hey, Doja Cat called, she wants her outfit back." Serena teased lightly as she straightened up, whirling to see Nate doing his...well, his hovering thing.


Serena's fingers lifted in a wave, her lips quirking into an amused smirk as she watched the man scurry around. "I don't think you told me to take the brownies out, I would have if you told me." She said, quickly thinking back. No, he hadn't told her. "Work was okay. Tiring as usual. As long as there's alcohol, I'll have enough energy. Don't get mad at me if I fall asleep halfway, though, I just scrubbed in on an eight hour long surgery. You should be thankful that I'm even awake right now." The doctor said, reaching behind her neck and rubbing at the stiff spot that had yet to recede. As much as she enjoyed the thrill of a good surgery, she had been confined to the sideline for this one, meaning that the entire eight hours she had just been watching. Boring--Serena usually needed something to do with her hands.



"You're too kind, Nate." Serena grinned. "You look great. Now, do you need some help? You're kinda racing around." She teased, her expression quite relaxed. The young woman raised a brow, her eyes following her roommate as he went to go answer the door. Her eyes quickly caught onto the stylish woman who was on the other end, and the man following suit. She gave a lazy wave, her fingers doing the only motion from her position where she leaned against the counter. "I'm Serena. Welcome to our party." She said, her eyes glimmering with amusement.




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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Jiao-Long Zhào
The Recluse

Location: His Room > Door Appartment 20
Interaction: Briefly with The Achiever Reigning King
Mention: No one specific
Outfit: I wanna hide!

In the middle of his paniced thinking about what excuses, the young male could make to get away from this party and get together, there was a knock on the door. His eyes widened as he automatically stepped back to the other side of the bed. His roommates voice sounded through the door, warning him that he would be dragged out if he wasn't ready in fifteen. At that the panic in his chest only rose as he quickly glanced at the clock. He would drag those 15 minutes to the very last second! "I... I will be t-there!" There was a slight stutter in his voice. Immediately regretting his words and thus promise to come, just like when he had accepted that invite. Now he'd have to make an appearnce for real. He could have faked a cough! Or a fever.

Jiao scrambled through his room for a few more minutes. Though he was keeping an eye on the time now. Five minutes had passed and he had decided he'd have to face his fears. Fears was a strong word though. Yet the idea of being surrounded by five -FIVE!- strangers really made him uncomfortable. Also because they all seemed so present and extroverted and energetic. Perhaps even obnoxious... No, he was not suppose to think bad of people he didn't know! He took a deep breath as he went back to deciding on his clothes, he exchanged his current jeans for dark gray, almost black, pair. He looked over the many collared shirts that hung in the closet. Though no matter which one he picked it didn't seem to go well with the dark grey as he held them before his naked torso. He took a deep breath as he looked as his reflection. Was it too late to fake a cough now?

God, he had to make a decision. Last thing he wanted to have one of his roommates indeed barge into this room to grab him. Not only would that be highly humiliating, but also disturb his little safe haven. He didn't want anyone to come into his room! This was his little place of tranquility to escape from the crazy world that was New York. Good. So he had what? Six minutes left. He should just grab a shirt and get going. He picked up a red one and put it on. Immediately regretting his choice. Red was too obvious, it would call too much attention towards him. He took it off and put on the black shirt. Hmm, too dark. And way too depressing. This looked more like a funeral outfit than a party outfit. Dark blue was next. And there came an actual smile to his lips. Yes, this looked very nice.

The young Asian glanced towards the clock. He had actually three minutes left even! Though he wasn't gonna waste them as he stepped out of the room. Even now he quickly checked if he really was alone. Even though he knew the others were probably all having fun at that party. And he was gonna be late and interrupt them all. He froze in the midst of the appartement at the thought of everyone looking at him because he was late. Why had he waited so long?! He looked towards the door and then glanced back at his room. This blue was way too flashy for him as well. Why had he ever bought this shirt? He was pretty sure he hadn't though. He never bought color. And thus, he turned and was back to the bedroom. He took another deep breath as he shrugged out the shirt and picked up something beige wool. With a turtle neck. Safe. Familiar. He immediately felt a lot calmer, and even a slightly bit more confident.

One more minute before that ultimatum was over. So he quickly left his room from the second time, not allowing himself any more time to second guess his decision as he pulled the door of the appartement close behind him. Wait. His key. Oh god. He wiggled the doorknob a bit, but of course with little succes. Now, he'd have to say until either of his flatmates would go home. Because no way he was gonna ask them to let him in. Besides with that promise of being dragged out, he doubted either of them would let him escape the party that early and quickly. Shit. Perhaps he could just lock himself up in the bathroom or something like that. He turned around and walked up to the door with the big 20 on it. Another deep breath and he knocked on the wood. Hey, at least he had come on his own accord right? Though Jiao already felt like hiding himself in the wool turtleneck he wore.

 

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Veronica was welcomed by the handsome man who invited her to the party. "Hi! Thank you for the invite, I brought a little something to show my appreciation." She came inside and set the bottle of Gentleman Jack down on the table as she noticed the sweet smell wafting inside the room. "As for my roommates, I think so? I haven't actually had the time to talk to them earlier." She replied to Nate's question before giving a wave to Serena. "The name is Veronica. Is that... brownies?" She pointed to the oven, not liking the idea of eating something sweet at night. The night is already ruining her mood. Eating sugar would just make her add another hour of jogging than her daily routine. It would've been fine if New York wasn't so crowded with people and she'd just run in peace with the trees.

A minute later Freddy had come, her other roommate. He's got good style, and one of the things she knows is that he works for a magazine, she gave him a small smile as he made way towards her and whispered how he blackmailed Jiao into getting out. She'd rather see him drag the shy roommate out, if she is being honest. Would make a a good display and make the night entertaining. "You should've just dragged him here. He might not come to the party, you know." She said under her breathe while she looked around the apartment with the very same lay out as theirs, pretty humble, very normal. It was a bore to look at, nothing grand or eye catching except... The woman with the odd outfit. Her brows were raised, she couldn't even believe what she was seeing. Cow. Prints. She couldn't help but stare a bit intensely than she intended and bite her lips to hide that fact that she dislike the outfit, it's not that she could just say that out loud she is a guest.

She was about to talk to the only person in the room who she doesn't know. She's itching to know why she is wearing such clothes and how did she have the guts to wear such a thing because Veronica surely can't do that. She was just about to speak to her when her attention was grabbed by the sound of knocking on the door. "Huh, so he did come after all." Veronica, although half surprised, smiled at the sight of Jiao but also a bit disappointed with his choice of clothes. She found it okay but still quite bland to her eyes. "And now the party can really start since we're all together." Now what do you do in this type of party? I am seriously at a loss. But no biggie, i could just go with the flow.
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[Fanaa]

Wilimina

Location: Apt. 20 :- living room
With: all the people
Mentioned: Serena [@intenseandinsane], Nathan [@iShyShy], Veronica [@Colorless Spectrum], Jimmy [@DarkiusHeavenstein], Frederick [@Reigning King]

“My eyes are indeed enjoying the view, Mrs. Yeehaw.” Wil said with a grin, she gave Serena a twirl after hearing the Doja Cat comment. “I’m just carrying on her legacy.” Nathan didn’t seem like the type to make edibles, but Wilimina would accept homemade brownies as long as they were fudgy she would gladly devour them. Besides, not only could Nate bake, but the man could compliment like a mother lover. Wil placed her hands on her knees and gave an appreciative twerk. She wasn’t expecting to be hyped up so early, the guest hadn’t even come over yet, but hey she loved a good flattering every once in a while.

Wilimina supposed she had spoken too soon because one of their lovely neighbors had arrived. She had seen each resident of apartment twenty-one enter and exit their humble abode once or twice, but never bothered to force a conversation. Though now looking at Veronica she wished she had done so sooner. The female looked wealthy, and Wilimina knew a loaded hunny when she saw one, she did work for an uptight lawyer after all. Veronica looked like she could get rid of Wil’s non-existent debilitating student loan debt. Her attention left Veronica as the other two residents of apartment twenty-one joined in on the fun.

Veronica was right, the party could finally get started. Wilimina clapped her hands together. “Alright motherfuckers let’s get personal from the jump, two truths, and a lie.” she spun around, one hand cover her eyes, the other pointing at the crowd, she stopped in her tracks her hand landing on the Asian male who had entered the scene last. “Okay turtleneck you first, tell us two truths and a lie.”

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[iShyShy]

Nate Swanson

| Location: Apartment 20 |
| Interactions: Serena thirteen Wil Fanaa Veronica Colorless Spectrum Freddy Reigning King Jiao DarkiusHeavenstein |
| Mood: Excited|
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Nate has had the honor and pleasure of meeting and getting along with his new roommates quite quickly. He and the girls had a great energy and fantastic personalities that fed off of each other in a way that seemingly made them simply click. It was a joy to see the two banter with each other as the each smashed a pose like a eccentrically professional model. Nate added to their banter with simple “Yasss! Work it, girls, work it!” encouragements as he did a little wiggle dance while laughing. Both girls decided to highlight their 'assets' in their own way and it was a wonderful way to start off the night of fun! When Wil threw out her top tier twerk, Nate jokingly waved his hand toward himself like a fan, “Ohh it's getting hot in here alreadyyy!”

Once he had a chance to relax with some fun, it was time to get to work before the other guests arrived. At the time Serena mentioned that she would have handled the brownies and Nate's embarrassment at not even starting the oven was at an all time high. He was going to let the topic pass as he felt guilty and luckily she told him about her day at work. “I wont get mad but I'll do my darnedest to keep you engaged in the festivities. Though I fully expect you get some serious R and R after that shift, you'll just get your recreation in before your rest!” He looked at her and playfully stuck out his tongue, pausing for a moment while setting up. He saw her reach for her neck in discomfort and his care taking senses kicked in. “How about I give you a nice, well deserved massage in the morning? Free of charge, of course.” With that offer he went right back to work, shooting back a quick, “Aw shucks, thank you!” When she complimented his appearance and laughed when he realized he really was racing. The offer was too late though, knocking run through the apartment.

When he opened the door and greeted the first neighbor to arrive from apartment 21, he was as chipper and excited as could be. The girl stepped in as he introduced himself and she greeted him with excitement and a gift! Nate followed behind her, “Oh, you didn't have to. You're too kind! Thank you! We'll have to crack this open tonight.” He let the girls then say hello to each other as Veronica's mention of the brownie smell reminded him to promptly remove the brownies from the oven so they could cool and rest. He chuckled as he tossed off the oven mitts. “Yeah, I made a few things in addition to the snacks for tonight. Please don't feel obligated but I wanted to have a little bit of everything available.”

“Can I get you anything to drink?” He offered until he heard three distinct knocks on the door again. Guest number two! One more to go! With an excited step he again opened the door to be met with the sharp dressed male he has seen in passing who introduced himself as Freddy. Nate smiled largely at the male. “Hey, I'm Nate. Thank you for coming! Feel free to grab any food or drink you'd like!” He may have had to tone down the excitement a notch. Even he was getting tired of it and the night was young still. The roommates flocked together, which was understandable since they were probably comfortable being around each other. Nate closed the door and went to the counter to offer everyone a drink silently as they spoke before grabbing his own. After pouring his starting drink of a simple rum and coke, he pulled out the assortment of glass identifiers he got just for this occasion. Yes, he saw them at the store and they were too funny and cute to pass up and he really couldn't help himself from buying too many. At least everyone could pick what they wanted! He nonchalantly chose two indicators: a llama with a pink saddle and a male drinking buddy wearing teal speedo briefs that said 'Jim' on the butt. After attaching those to his glass he took a sip with a childish smile on his face, hoping the girls would at least show appreciative support for his choices because he was proud of them.

A few minutes passed and the last knocked were heard at the door. “I've got it!” Nate exclaimed as he put his glass down and went to answer the door for the last time. He heard Veronica's comment as he passed, making him think that Jiao either did not want to attend or maybe was busy. It didn't matter, at least he was here! Again Nate opened the door with a grand charming smile to the rather timid looking yet attractive male he had helped move into the apartment across the way. “Hello! I'm happy you could make it! Thank you for coming! I'm Nate, by the way.” Funnily enough the two hadn't introduced themselves in the time he decided to help out but it all worked out now. Nate moved to the side again to allow the male to enter the apartment. Nate then turned and pointed at Veronica, “You've got that right, girl!” It's true, now that everyone was together, things could get started. Who better to get things rolling than the infamous Wil? She was already working on it as he closed the door.

“Ooooohhhh. Starting off spicy!” Wil declared that the group would play two truths and a lie first. That's a great way to break the ice. She even randomly chose the male who arrived to the party last to kick things off. Too perfect. But when she referred to him as 'turtleneck', it sparked Nate to remember something, causing him to throw up the time out signal with his hands. “Oh! Pause! Short delay first!” He hurried to the lower shelf of the coffee table, pulling out name tags and markers and handing a tag to everyone but letting them choose their own color, all with a expecting and hopeful smile on his face the entire time, goading everyone's participation. “I know it's silly but at least to make things a bit easy for us to remember to start off. You don't have to if you don't want to, of course.” He set the extras down, writing his name tag in light green to contrast and stand out from his shirt and sticking it to his chest. “Alright, now you can go.” He said toward the newest male with a small delighted smile while leaning against the counter, looking at everyone and holding his drink with its accessories in his hand.

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[Reigning King]

freddy

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"Catch your dreams before they slip away."
location: vogue ► his apartment ► apartment 20
with: Vee; Jiao; Wil; Nate; Serena
tags: Colorless Spectrum DarkiusHeavenstein iShyShy thirteen Fanaa

Freddy heard the tone in the guy, who name was Nate, voice and he didn't seem really enthused about this party. Wasn't he the one throwing it or was it his roommate throwing it? Either way, he did not care but he just figured that his tone could've been slightly different. ❝Hey, thanks, man.❞ Freddy replied as he wandered further inside of the apartment. He quickly went over towards one of his roommates, told her about Jiao then waited for her to reply. But first, a girl by the name of Serena came over to introduce herself. Freddy offered her a smile and a wave of his hand as he spoke. ❝Nice to meet you, Serena. I'm Freddy and I am doing alright, thanks.❞ That smile decreased a little as his gaze went over toward Vee, which made him giggle at her response. ❝Crap. Now that you say that, I really should have.❞ He groaned after those stated words then turned toward the door after hearing another knock.

❝If that's Jiao, I'm going to scream.❞ Of course, that's exactly who it was but Freddy did not scream because he did not want to terrify the party guests. Plus, they wouldn't have known the reasoning behind the scream anyway. ❝Hey, Jiao!❞ Freddy shouted and waved for Jiao to come over to join the party, which may be a bit out of his league. It was then whenever Vee announced that the party could finally get started, which Freddy knew might've been a bad idea coming from her.

It was then when Wil announced that they'll be playing a game entitled two truths, one lie. He rolled his eyes and commented under his breath. ❝Such a childish game.❞ Hoping that no one heard him, he continued to eye Wil as she covered her eyes then spun around and her finger landed on Jiao. Freddy eyed him with a raised brow, hoping that with the spotlight being on him wouldn't overwhelm him and that he folds under the pressure. Luckily, Nate stopped the game momentarily but only to grab nametags and markers for everyone.

Freddy grabbed both items then wrote his name on a nametag, which he placed on his right chest. The game was about to start now and all eyes were focused on Jiao once more, including his own. ❝Why don't someone else go first, huh?❞ Freddy interjected, trying his best to save Jiao, which he hoped that he didn't make too obvious. His eyes scanned from person to catch their reaction and to be ready for their comments.

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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Jiao-Long Zhào
The Recluse

Location: Appartment 20 on the couch
Interaction: Everyone in general
Mention: Everyone in general // Wilimina Fanaa , Freddy Reigning King and Nate iShyShy
Outfit: I wanna hide!

"Jiao-Long," the male spoke. Softly, but without a stutter and the words did make it past his lips. He watched Nate move away, immediatly talking to one of the others. He was left at the door, while he observed the people present. All of them looking way out of his league in terms of confidence. He gave one last longingly look back towards the appartement, before the door was closed. It were just five other people. It was not that bad. It could have been worse. He tried to stick to that mantra as he silently watched, and judged, the others. Those clothes... Really? Like... Really?! He was no fashion expert, but this... This was just insane. Okay, most of them did wear normal clothing, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl with the cowprint clothes.

Jiao walked over when Freddy called him over, because what else could he really do? He looked a bit at the little glass identifiers on the table. He picked up one of the lama's with the green saddle and put it on the rim of his glass. He listened to one of the females suggesting a game. Two truths and a lie. That was pretty much self explanatoring. Nice game to start with. One round and he would make his way out of the party. He could just say he had one major assignment already and... His train of thoughts came to a rather abrupt ending when she mentioned turtleneck. He was the only one wearing a turtleneck. His chocolate eyes moved up to see the female indeed pointing out him as he felt like a deer caught in head lights. He probably looked like that as well as all he could do was stare at her. Every little fact he knew about himself seemed to just completely vanish from his mind. Two truths and a lie. It couldn't be that hard...

The Asian male could hear Freddy complain about it being a childish game under his breath, but it was Nate that was his knight in shining armor. Momentarily at least as he pulled all the attention to himself. He watched the man run around the appartement and bring name tags and markers back. He picked out one of the bright pink markers as he wrote his name down. In perfect Mandarin. He looked at the tag for a moment, before realizing this wasn't helping anyone. Or at least he doubted any of them knew the language. So he quickly wrote it out in pinyin next to it. His lips pursed a bit as he added 'Jimmy' underneath it all. He had quickly gotten enough of correcting teachers and other students so he had decided on that name. Or well, his mentor student had called him that which had stuck. So Jimmy it was.

Again it was indicated it was his turn, however now he felt a bit less like a deer caught in headlights. Still, comfortable was different. But he had gotten a bit used to the idea he had to come up with two truths and a lie about himself. Something that shouldn't be such a difficult thing to do right? Though he was a horrible liar. He couldn't even tell a white lie to safe his life. His only luck was that these people didn't know him that well, so they hopefully weren't able to caught him. His cheeks had slowly colored a steady darker color with all those eyes on him, until Freddy spoke up about having someone else start the game. Was he taking too long? Probably. "N-no. It-It is okay, I will.. go first," he said softly and with that solifying his own faith of slowly dying.

Two truths and a lie. Come on. "I... can do a s-split," he said, which was a truth. He took another deep breath. Okay. Now the lie. He could do this. "I can r-roll my tongue and f-fold it in a clover," he said. The blush on his face was becoming a more darker red as he kept his stare on the table. Not that he really had been able to look at the others before that. He hated being the center of the attention. "I am ambi-ambidextrous," he said as he looked down at the markers. He was originally left handed, but that was not well accepted back in Malasya, so he had been though everything with right. His gaze slowly moved up towards Freddy, the most familiar face in this room. He had survived this. But he felt like his knees were weak and his legs could give out any moment, so he quickly sat down next to his roommate.

 

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Nate being the hospitable and happy host that he has been the past few minutes has let everybody choose an assortment of glass identifiers. There were all sorts of them ranging from colorful llamas to colorful people, taking the blue saddled llama and the blue female... she put that one down and looked toward the speedo man. No. Someone like her with a big breasted woman as a glass identifier didn't seem to fit her whole image, hopefully no one notices and Nate doesnt't get his feelings hurt. Overall, she gave the female identifiers a disgusted look for a split second before beginning to walk and sat on the couch her drink in hand. Things got interesting as the cow print woman instigated for the group to play two truths and a lie. It sounded simple enough to Veronica. Wilimina then chose 'turtleneck' oblivious the his name, not like she knew the name of the woman with curly hair, but if anything she would be very impressed at Jiao if he'd be able to actually be able to play the game.

Nate was quick to pause the game and handed out markers and name tags. A bit de mauvais goût for her taste as the adhesive can leave marks on clothes and putting a name tag on made her feel like she's part those tacky children's party she's seen on her grandmother's film collection. Taking the blue marker, she only wrote her name as Vee but she just held the tag with her free hand rather than paste it. She hated the sound of her name being called in all honesty, it's how her father always called her. She does however raised an eyebrow at Jiao's tag, his name written in two languages and the romanization of his name. Veronica expected their most gracious host to urge Wilimina to choose another victim but it was the ever the career-focused roommate that helped the student out. Freddy was a good man after all and this was a good chance to get to know both her neighbors and roommate.

The young man claimed that he can go first much to her surprise. She couldn't help but smile a little at it. Maybe there was more to Jiao than just being a shy nerd as she thought initially. Nevertheless, it didn't change how fast she can spot a lie. It was so obvious that she laughed through her nose a bit at his blushing. "I've met a lot of liars. You can't fold your tongue like that, Jiao-Long. I don't think you can even lie even if your life is at stake." She paused, she might have offended him. She doesn't know. But seeing how the game is played, it has given her an idea on what to give if it was ever her turn and if we're being real, she can ace this.

After taking a dainty sip of her drink, she let out a smile even if she can't tell whether she was enjoying the party or keeping up appearances. "How about you, Serena? Wanna go next?"
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