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Whitney, coincidentally perusing the upscale aisle nearby, overhears Dante's perplexed remark about the expensive sea moss gel. With an amused grin, she chimes in, "Welcome to Erewhon, where health comes at a price. That neon sludge is apparently a superfood or something. Maybe it's the secret to immortality – who knows?" She gestures towards the extravagant shelf, sharing in the bemusement. "But hey, if you're looking for something more wallet-friendly, the hot bar might be your savior. Their quinoa bowls won't break the bank, and you can at least pretend you're indulging in the latest health craze."

Open starter for @2000sfmextras Location: Erewhon around midday

Dante had never been to an Erewhon before but he was on the internet enough to at least be familiar with the store's concept. He'd heard they had a good hot bar (even if it was expensive) and that was the reason he'd entered in the first place. He did all his grocery shopping at the Ralph's near his apartment but he was only looking for some lunch.

He browsed the shelves for a while not looking at anything in particular before he stopped in front of a row of jars. He reached for a jar of neptune blue sea moss gel and held it up to take a closer look before staring at the astronomical price of $39.99 for this neon gelatinous sludge. "How is something that looks like that supposed to be healthy?" He questioned out loud not realizing someone was in earshot of him.

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Whitney chuckles, catching Gaby's vibe in the midst of the overpacked so-called "small get together" in Beverly Hills. Leaning in slightly, she responds with a smirk, "Girl, I feel you. I've mastered the art of polite nods and smiles, but this musician's life saga is pushing even my limits." She glances over at the musician, still deep into his tale. “Tell you what, let's escape for a moment. Maybe find some fresh air or a quiet corner to save ourselves from the impending migraine," Whitney suggests, the camaraderie of shared frustration evident in her eyes. "Because as much as I enjoy drama on screen, I'm not too keen on living through a real-life monologue. What do you say?"

open starter .... gaby calloway (@2000sfmextras) location .... mutual actor friend's dinner party in beverly hills , 5:30pm .

in truth , if gaby knew this many people would attend what her friend called a  small get together  she definitely wouldn’t of come .  it isn't for the social part of it , because if she wants to play nice  &  charm away the crowd , she could . no ― it was the principle , the fact she now has to  suffer  through a conversation where some  idiot  musician thinks everyone around the table is interested in his life story .  she isn't  .  hell , there are very little things that could’ve entertained the singer / actress  &  a story about raising from the ashes of poverty certainly didn’t make the cut .  ❝ … if i have to listen to one more word i think i might stab myself with this fork , ❝  the words slip from her glossed lips so effortlessly that one might assume she's being sarcastic , if it weren’t for the  resting bitch face  gracing her features , twirling the fine piece of silverware in her hand .  ❝  i’m getting a migraine , ❝

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Whitney glances over and spots Cassie in the dimly lit convenience store of a random gas station in LA at 1:12 am. The harsh fluorescent lights reveal a mix of exhaustion and frustration on Cassie's face. Whitney, grabbing her own late-night essentials – a protein bar and a cup of the cheapest coffee – smirks in recognition. "Well, well, look who's embracing the glamorous side of LA nightlife," Whitney teases, the weary atmosphere not escaping her notice. "Let's make a pact, Cassie. Our secret rendezvous at the gas station – it never happened. Cheap snacks and even cheaper wine, the true Hollywood experience, right?" She chuckles, raising her cup in a makeshift toast. "So spill, what brings the Hollywood sweetheart to this hidden gem at this ungodly hour?"

open starter ....  cassie oliver (@2000sfmextras) location ....  some random gas station in la , 1:12am .

it’s not exactly often the child star finds herself in places like these , because after all , her squeaky clean disney image has been something that keeps her career going , fans happy  &  the world adore her as  america’s sweetheart  .  but alas , it’s always increasingly hard for the blonde to pretend she’s happy whenever news about her  estranged  family  talking shit  about her to the press resources again .  each time when cassie thinks they had enough of trying to hurt her while getting money out of it , they prove her wrong  &  each time , she feels like shit afterwards .  in truth , cassie knows she shouldn’t care about what they’re doing after all this time , but it’s hard when it’s your own parents selling stories to tmz  .  latest news ?  how utterly devastated they are that cassie didn’t spend christmas with them: parents tell it all .  the whole article makes the blonde sick to her stomach , a feeling she foolishly now tries to get rid off by buying two bottles of the world’s cheapest wine  &  some chips  (  in a place no star should ever be at alone )  thankful that the old man behind the counter fails to recognize her  (  he’s probably too old to anyway  )  .  the bell above the door ring  &  she turns ,   shame washing over her cheeks  as she meets a familiar face .  ❝  can we pretend for both our sakes that we haven’t seen each other here ?  ❝ 

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" you know a part of me is hoping yes, and maybe just have another singing it but keep. a lot of it the same. like how they managed to do on five seasons with the full house reboot. though, that was more of a spin-off than a reboot. ours would be more like dynasty with with character being the same and whatnot." the blonde beamed with excitement, unable to stop. the word salad that was seemingly flowing out of her mouth.

with:  @incorrigibled where:  dining  patio  for  food  trucks 

       "do  you  think  we're  gonna  keep  the  same  theme  song?"  he  asks,  out  of  the  blue.  brandon  can't  remember  what  they  were  talking  about  because  honestly,  he's  been  thinking  about  work  far  too  much  than  he  should  be. 

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Whitney smirks, unfazed by Roman's retort. She tilts her head, acknowledging his words with a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, Roman, it seems like you've got it all figured out, content in your own kingdom and all. But don't flatter yourself too much – finding someone is not my sole mission in life. As for dancing alone? Pulling up my big girl pants? I did that ages ago." I just figured you might need to let your shoulders loosen up every once in a while." She takes a sip of her drink, maintaining a confident posture. "But hey, since you're so convinced of the perfection of your own company, I won't force you to gallivant around California with me. I'm just here for a good time, with or without a dance partner. You do you, Roman. Maybe one day you'll realize that even kings need a dance break from their perfect kingdoms." She winks.

               he’s  being  unfair,  and  deep  down  he’s  completely  aware  of  it.  however  in  the  thought  process  of  avoiding  a  possible  clinger  (because  everyone  he  slept  with  would  remain  a  clinger  in  his  mind);  lips  twitch  at  her  comment,  turning  towards  whitney  with  a  raised  eyebrow.  “  attempting  to  insult  my  age  in  turn  insults  you  since  you  found  my  attractive  at  least  once  in  your  life  —  so  maybe  think  of  something  different  than  my  looks  or  young  age  next  time  you  attempt  to  insult  me.  ”  he  states  with  his  matter  of  fact  tone,  drink  being  raised  to  his  lips  while  gaze  remains  on  her  without  a  blink  to  interrupt  the  stare.  “  i’m  sure  i’ll  be  content  in  my  home  and  not  gallivanting  around  california  in  hopes  to  get  some  sense  of  belonging  or  a  serotonin  boost.  my  own  company  is  perfect  enough.  ”  shrug  of  the  shoulder  before  leaning  sideways  against  the  bar.  “  sure  you’ll  find  someone,  or  here’s  an  idea  —  stop  looking  for  someone,  pull  up  your  big  girl  pants,  and  dance  by  yourself.  ”

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"only the ones said within earshot."

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"do the mean comments ever get to you?"

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"no, i think that actress retired and is a lawyer doctor scientist something. i must be one of the other ones."

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"hey, were you the one from good luck charlie?"

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Whitney, amused by Aurora's reaction to the drink, couldn't help but chuckle. "Dancing Queen it is!" She willingly let her drink be abandoned on the bar as their fingers intertwined, following Aurora's lead toward the karaoke stage. As they approached, Whitney shot a mischievous glance back at the man who had sent the questionable drink, silently daring him to underestimate the duo. With a playful grin, she turned her attention back to Aurora. "I think there's no better starting song bish ! " The stage beckoned, and with Dancing Queen setting the tone, Whitney was ready to dive into a night of laughter and music.

THE BURN OF THE OFFERED DRINK made aurora's face scrunch up in distaste , leaving her to shake her head to clear her thoughts . the alcohol paired with the blonde's words had her mind r a c i n g to keep up — how embarrassing would it be if she got fuzzy over a single sip ... pathetic. “ he thinks you're sixteen ? ” her eyes w i d e n e d at the idea , a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. “ should we call the police ? if he's sending drinks to someone he thinks is a minor ... ” cautiously , aurora slid her glass on the bar , eyeing it suspiciously as if it might bite her . “ i think , ” she began , returning her attention to her companion. “ that karaoke sounds like the best idea i've heard all night . ” plucking the glass from whitney's grasp and placing it next to her own abandoned one , she laced their fingers together and stood. “ how do you feel about starting with dancing queen ? ”

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Whitney, her own drink in hand, smirks at Lily's expression after the first sip. "Espresso martinis can be a hit or miss, right? But hey, can't complain when it's on the house." She takes a casual sip of her own drink, glancing over at the man who bought them, a knowing twinkle in her eye. "Absolutely looking forward to shooting. There's something magical about bringing a character to life on screen, don't you think? Even with the chaos of the industry, that part never gets old. What about you? I bet that first table read will just light a fire under everyone." She leans back, curious to unravel Lily's cinematic aspirations.

       brown  eyes  look  from  the  other  girl  to  the  drink  placed  in  front  of  her,  and  she's  never  had  an  espresso  martini,  but  she  figures  now  would  be  the  best  time.  especially  if  it's  free.  "oh,  well,  thanks."  lily  laughs,  actively  avoiding  looking  over  at  the  man  who  bought  her  a  drink.  she  takes  a  sip  and  makes  a  face  instantly,  and  she's  glad  it  was  free.  "are  you  at  least  looking  forward  to  shooting  or  no?"  for  someone  like  lily,  she  couldn't  imagine  to  not  be  excited  about  film. 

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muse things send a prompt for some character facts.

SELF + HEALTH

how do they see themselves?  

how do they want to be seen by others?

what is their life motto?

would they rather lead or follow? 

what motivates them?

are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

do they have any pet peeves?

what do they most regret?

what achievement are they most proud of? 

what would they like to improve on?

do they have any scars?

do they have a disability?

do they have any allergies or food intolerances?

do they have any long-term illnesses or injuries?

PERSONALITY

describe their personality in one word.

their predominant emotion?

someone wrongs them. do they respond with revenge or forgiveness?

do they make snap judgments or take time to consider? 

are they a glass half-full or a glass half-empty kind of person?

do they express themselves through words or deeds? 

how often do they lie?

do they listen to their head or their heart while making a decision?

HABITS

how organized/disorganized are they?

do they have any routines?

talk about their mannerisms.

is there an item they take with them wherever they go?

good habits and bad habits.

THOUGHTS

their views on formal education vs self-education?

what are their thoughts on animals?

how much do they care what people think about them?

do they enjoy being the center of attention? why or why not?

how do they feel about learning?

which do they value more: creativity or practicality?

thoughts on material possessions?

would they rather win an argument or avoid conflict?

views on people in general?

what qualities do they admire in other people?

how do they feel about fun? 

what do they want written on their tombstone?

what would an ideal day, in their mind, be like?

thoughts on privacy? (are they private or are they “tmi”?)

thoughts on superstitions or the occult? (do they believe, not believe, etc.)

what are their religious views?

WHAT IF’S

if they could go anywhere, where would they go?

if they could change anything, what would they choose?

if they could only bring two things with them, what what they be?

if they could go back in time and undo one of their own actions, which would it be?

if they could contact one person for help, who would it be?

if they could save one person, who would it be?

if they had good news, who would hear it first?

if they were leaving, who get the first goodbye? 

LAST TIMES

when was the last time they cried?

when was the last time they smiled?

when was the last time they laughed?

when was the last time they felt brave?

when was the last time they felt scared?

THE PAST

where did they grow up?

how would they describe their family?

what was their childhood like?

what did they want to be when they grew up? 

as a child, what were they most likely to be found doing?

the worst thing that has ever happened to them.

the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to them.

the best thing that has ever happened to them.

which memory stands out most clearly?

THE FUTURE

biggest and smallest short term goal?

biggest and smallest long term goal?

where do they see themselves 5 years from today?

do they believe in happy endings?

are they afraid of dying? why or why not?

TOUGH STUFF

do they have any phobias?

do they get nightmares?

what kind of person are they?

would they let someone take the blame for something they did?

what are they insecure about?

what is one way to earn their trust?

what is one way to lose their trust?

one thing they would hate anyone to know about them.

they have to pick one: to be loved, to be feared, or to be admired.

have they ever been bullied or teased?

FUN STUFF

what is their character archetype?

what are they confident about?

talk about their moral alignment.

describe them in three words.

describe their aesthetic.

what will make them laugh?

what makes them feel safe?

favorite color and the reason for it. 

favorite book genre?

favorite movie genre?

favorite type of muse?

if they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

do they have a role model?

what is their personal kryptonite?  

how do they entertain themselves?

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honesty hour

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hc + family

In the Winters family, Sunday mornings were a sacred tradition. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the air, signaling the start of a cherished family ritual. Despite their bustling schedules and various empires, Sunday mornings were reserved for a collective retreat to the breakfast table.

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Whitney raised an amused eyebrow, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, honey, you're missing out on the adventure! But fair enough, pajamas and a good book sound tempting too, you know at your age." She took another sip of her drink, her laughter dancing through the air. "Consider this drink a parting gift from the soon-to-be high-stakes world of press junkets and marathon filming days. Enjoy your escape to the haven of home – and if you ever change your mind about a wild night out, you know where to find me!" She gave a playful wink before swirling around to join the rhythmic pulse of the music. She knows he sort of ghosted her but with the alcohol in her system, it doesn’t sting as much. She’s able to pass it off as just another fling with an older guy. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else to dance with me.”

               if  he  were  being  honest,  he  was  barely  paying  attention  to  the  words  coming  from  her  lips.  however,  he  was  more  than  thankful  for  the  free  drink  that  was  within  his  grasp,  providing  him  with  some  sense  of  a  safety  net.  social  battery  had  drained  hours  ago,  but  for  the  life  of  him,  he  couldn't  manage  to  tear  himself  away  quick  enough  from  endless  individual  invading  his  space.  pajamas  and  a  nice  book  were  craved,  body  itching  to  get  away  from  every  conversation  that  invaded  his  ears  and  began  to  take  hold  of  his  mind.  “  happy  for  you,  ”  words  are  vague,  and  almost  distant,  although  that's  not  her  fault;  anyone  would  be  getting  the  wrath  of  his  drained  battery  at  this  rate.  “  yeah  -  i  won't  be  doing  any  of  those,  i'm  heading  home  after  this  drink,  but  i  guess  this  is  the  moment  that  i  thank  you  for  the  free  liquor.  ”

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Whitney smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, I've mastered the art of making it work. It's a survival skill in this industry, you know?" She raises her glass in a playful toast. "Cheers to the perks of perception." Leaning in a bit closer, she grins at Cecilia's question. "Not far enough to turn down a good dance, that's for sure. A few sips in, but there's plenty of room for more. What do you say we finish these and hit the dance floor? It's the perfect warm-up for a night of unexpected adventures."

a  grin  manifests  on  glossed  lips  followed  by  light  laughter.  "  making  it  work  for  you,  that's  good.  "  sliding  over  the  cocktail  that  was  so  graciously  provided  for  her,  she  takes  a  long  sip.  free  in  los  angeles  ?  taken  ⸻  no  questions  asked.  "  thanks  by  the  way.  dancing  sounds  amazing,  but  ...  "  a  manicured  finger  points  to  her  companions  drink,  "  how  far  in  are  you  already  ?  "

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*: ･ﾟ✧   90 loaded questions / interview the muse.

found on this website, so credit goes to them.

What’s your favorite strategy for avoiding tough situations?

How often do you do things just for the attention?

Would you prefer to be manipulated or to be the manipulator?

What is something someone always tells you to do more of?

What is something someone always tells you to do less of?

Who do you look to blame when things go wrong?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish was true?

What is the one thing people assume about you that you wish wasn’t true?

When was the last time you lied to protect your image?

How often do you put on a happy face when you’re really not feeling it?

When do you think you began putting your guard up so much?

Who made you feel most anxious when you were a kid?

How do you speak about others when they’re not around?

What aspect of your life are you most delusional about?

How often do your admit you were wrong?

Which one of your biggest flaws do you like to rationalize the most?

Is it your fear of commitment or your fear of intimacy that makes you shut down more?

At what stage of a relationship are you most likely to withdraw emotionally?

What is the one compliment you always get that you’re too embarrassed to accept, so you deflect it?

What would someone say is your worst habit?

What is the one insecurity you are pretty sure has some basis in reality?

When was the last time you felt really insecure about the parts of yourself you pretend don’t exist?

What is the most interesting white lie you’ve told?

Do you ever feel like an imposter?

Do your friends know how competitive you are?

What’s the hardest thing about being rejected?

How do you deal when you know you’re being irrationally jealous?

How do you deal when you know someone’s not willing to give you what you want?

Are you ever afraid of people knowing who you really are?

If you went to a therapist today, what would they say is holding you back the most?

When was the last time you lowered your standards just to get someone else’s approval?

Is your need for revenge greater than your need for peace?

Have you stopped trying to control things yet?

Which parts of yourself do you still seek validation for?

How do you cope with being unfairly ignored?

Do you like punishing yourself for things that are out of your control?

What does someone say is your biggest problem when communicating?

Are you okay with not knowing what happens next?

Will you ever feel okay with being imperfect?

Does sabotaging yourself give you an odd sense of comfort?

How do you feel about being disliked by some people?

What’s the strangest thing you’ve done just to avoid failure?

What is the biggest risk you’ve taken just to prove yourself?

What’s the boldest thing you do every day, just to feel like you’re still in control?

What accusation would you defend yourself most fiercely against, even though you know it’s true?

What’s the most toxic thing about yourself you actually kind of secretly like?

How much do you enjoy being in control?

When do you give yourself permission to lose control?

What guilty pleasure are you currently justifying to yourself?

What is the most passive-aggressive way you’ve dealt with your rage?

What is the pettiest and most immature way you’ve avoided losing face?

What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

How do you get your needs met when you’re alone?

What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve done to please people?

What is the most ridiculous way you’ve rebelled?

What’s your favorite way to channel your aggression?

How do you cope with being betrayed?

Are you okay with disliking someone?

What is your favorite form of self-destruction?

What’s the one thing you struggle most to manifest in your life?

What’s the one thing that you manifest so easily, people are jealous of it?

What’s the most irrational reason you’ve ever had for disliking someone?

What is one fear that you’d be ashamed of your friends knowing about?

Which one of your deepest secrets do you think is the least common?

How do people normally find out you hate them?

What is your go-to strategy to deflect criticism, even constructive criticism?

What is one thing people always get wrong about you?

What emotion motivates you the most when you’re down?

What emotion makes you want to give up?

Are people shocked when you stand up for yourself?

How often do you say yes to the things you really want to say yes to?

How often do you say no to the things that make your skin crawl?

How far are you willing to go to maintain a relationship, even an unhealthy one?

What is the worst way someone’s ever abandoned you?

What is the worst way you’ve ever abandoned yourself?

How do you entertain yourself when you’re not around people?

Are you happier alone because you enjoy being alone or because you prefer it to being surrounded by horrible people?

What habit do you know you could quit but don’t want to?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding difficult people?

What is your favorite strategy for avoiding conflict?

What is the weirdest thing that gets you angry?

What is the weirdest thing that makes you sad?

How often do you take responsibility for other people’s crappy behavior?

When are you most likely to shut people out?

Which insecurity would shock people if they knew about it?

What do you find yourself justifying to people, even when no justification is needed?

When was the last time you tried to please someone who made you angry?

What do people often tell you need to focus more on?

What do people often tell you need to focus less on?

What is the one thing that could make you happy, but you refuse to do it because you’re afraid of what others would think?

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Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!

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Whitney grins at Dahlia's response, swirling her own drink as she leans in slightly. "Fair enough, Dahlia. Different strokes for different folks. No judgment here. But hey, I'm all about embracing the unexpected." Whitney laughs, appreciating Dahlia's candidness. "Tight dresses and dancing don't always mix. I get it. And you've got a point about those hotel pools – a bit risky, but sometimes the thrill is worth it. Anyway, I'm all for embracing comfort zones or pushing the boundaries. Whatever floats your boat. But I'll make a deal with you – one more round of drinks, and then we'll decide our next move. How does that sound?" She signals to the bartender, ready to keep the night rolling with a touch of spontaneity.

            "  i  really  can't  claim  to  relate,  people  usually  don't  necessarily  read  me  as  ditzy...  or  as  16  for  that  matter.  "  swirling  around  the  drink  in  her  head,  voice  giving  away  little  as  she  watched  the  people  around  them.  at  least  she  was  slowly  getting  slightly  buzzed  as  this  was  the  fourth  vodka  soda  she  was  in  the  process  of  downing.  she'd  need  to  stop  soon,  taking  the  edge  off  was  what  she  was  aiming  for,  not  getting  sloppy  drunk.  her  days  of  flattering  old  men  for  petty  favors  were  over  and  quite  frankly,  she  couldn't  be  happier  about  it.  she  didn't  need  them  anymore,  neither  to  pay  for  her  drinks,  nor  to  promise  her  a  minor  roll  in  their  upcoming  project.  whitney's  suggestions  as  to  what  she  wanted  to  do  only  elicited  a  tired  half  smile  from  dahlia,  as  she  pushed  herself  off  of  the  bar  she  had  been  leaning  against,  tugging  down  the  skintight  dress  she  was  wearing.  "  sorry,  this  dress  is  too  tight  for  dancing  and  i'm  definitely  not  drunk  enough  for  either  of  the  other  options.  also  i'm  generally  suspicious  about  how  cleanly  those  hotel  pools  are,  you  can't  really  be  sure,  can  you  ?  i  wouldn't  recommend  but  don't  let  me  stop  you.  " 

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