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🪐 — plotted starter for ROBIN BUCKLEY from margaery !
EVERYTHING FEELS SO CROWDED in new york, the city's collection of towers often blotting out the sky itself with concrete & glass. it’s far from what margaery is used to. her own roots run through open sprawling farmland & lush orchards fed by a great glittering river. the hudson was rather brown by comparison, & she lamented that even the park lost some of its charm the moment that her gaze lifted enough to land on the skyscrapers cluttered against the backdrop. & yet, she must admit that there is a certain sense of excitement to this city, too — there’s so much to see, after all. though still, margaery often found herself returning to the one place in new york that feels familiar, that reminds her most of home : just a few blocks below central park, margaery had discovered a small block of parisian shops & businesses, the centerpiece of which was a small movie cinema that showed old french films in their original language. to disappear into the dark of the theatre & watch some grand drama or romance unfold across the enormous screen in her mother tongue always managed to make her forget how far she truly was from everyone she loved — at least for an afternoon. but today margaery is unlucky enough to arrive when the theatre is midway through the lunchtime show of du côté d'orouët, so instead she ducks into the cafe across the street to wait for the later playing. it’s a busy saturday afternoon, the tight space crowded with little tables that are already mostly occupied. & margaery hurries to order herself a coffee & pain au chocolat before hurrying to slip into one of the only still open seats before someone else can. but there’s hardly enough space between the tables, & she accidentally jostles the person sitting at the next table in her haste to sit. ❝ oh, pardon, ❞ she says to the person she’s disturbed : a girl who appears close to her own age, with short sandy hair & wide blue eyes, a travel guidebook for france in one hand & a half-eaten croissant before her on the table. & margaery switches smoothly to english at the sight of the travel book, a softly apologetic smile given to @scoopstrooptm as she takes the seat beside her. ❝ sorry to bother you. i hope it’s alright that i sit by you for awhile — there isn’t much room. ❞
🪐 — ROBIN BUCKLEY for sarah !
They were sat opposite each other at the designated cafeteria table for band nerds, usually a hive of excitable energy about the latest piece of sheet music they were learning for recital, or a place to vent about the unoriginality of pop music these days —– however, on this particular Thursday lunchtime, an inexplicable cesspool of teenage hormones and gossip, too. Robin had thought the advent of puberty and shift to relationship-obsessed student body bad enough in Sophomore year, but in Senior year? Apparently the future of both you and your significant other was just as important as the strive for good grades and a college acceptance letter. She arched a brow across the table at Sarah with a smile. “ Because I’m not scrambling over the pick of the boys in marching band? ” She cast a pointed look at the other end of the table, where Dean Lewis was picking his nose and Tony Cooley and Leah Page were currently too busy eating each other’s faces to actually be doing the same with their cafeteria lunch. “ You don’t seem to particularly care for them either. ”
SOMETHING STRANGE WAS HAPPENING in the minds of her classmates. sarah swore she could remember a time not that long ago when they had intelligent conversation over lunch, when they actually voiced opinions about things they cared about, rather than just fawning over the shiny new couple of the week. it was just so boring, & she refused to participate on principal, choosing a seat at the far end of the band table from tony & leah’s rather aggressive game of tonsil hockey. but even there she wasn’t alone as she’d expected she would be, robin from the trumpet section opting for the seat opposite her instead of one of the several vacant ones closer up to the crowd. ❝ well, yeah, ❞ sarah replies, shrugging as she chances a glance over to the other end of the table & giving a roll of her eyes at the sight. ❝ you’d think that the percussion boys were all made of cake the way the girls in the woodwind section want a piece of them. ❞ & she takes a pause from moodily picking at the hawkins cafeteria’s sticky orange mac-n’-cheese entree to glance up at robin instead. they haven’t talked much — different sections & all — but sarah chances a small smile anyway, just glad that there’s still someone in band besides her who hasn’t totally lost their brain. ❝ to be honest with you, i think they’re all about as appetizing as, well, this, ❞ she says, using her plastic fork to point at her uneaten meal.
🪐 — ROBIN BUCKLEY for sarah !
Sarah wasn’t somebody that Robin had ever really talked to much — and she was already questioning why that was. For all that plenty of them in marching band thought that they were above it all when it came to high school politics, most of the time they still separated into their own cliques, normally based on the instruments they played. As soon as someone from one section became romantically involved with someone from another ( as was the case with Leah and Tony ), it became all that anyone here wanted to talk about. They were all just as much victims to the system as the jocks and cheerleaders they purported to hate. “ Gross. I doubt any of them taste remotely like cake. ” Robin wrinkled her nose at Sarah with a faint laugh. She’d never even been curious to know what a proper kiss with a boy was like, but, thinking about it now, they probably all tasted of sweat and cigarette smoke and unwashed body odour. No thanks. Her smile widened as Sarah gestured towards the mac n’ cheese in front of her on the table. “ Yeah. Cafeteria food is way more like it. ” She glanced down at her own ham sandwiches, brought in from home. Mac n’ cheese day was always the worst. Her dad made far better whenever he was home. “ And yet people here seem to lap it up no matter how bland it is. ” She glanced back at Sarah and her uneaten meal, then, wondering whether she had anything else for her lunch. “ You can borrow one of my sandwiches if it’s really that bad. I mean, not borrow, obviously. You can have it. I always avoid cafeteria food on Thursdays. ”
ROBIN LAUGHS JUST A LITTLE, & sarah can’t help but notice the way a few small creases appear across the bridge of her nose with the expression. all at once, the sour look on her own face brought on by the unappetizing display at the other end of the table has all but melted away, the other girl’s smile contagious. ❝ can’t blame them when it’s the only option, i guess. but i personally think we deserve just a little bit better. ❞ given her lunch bag, it seems that robin had wisely thought ahead to spare herself the indignity of today’s cafeteria fare, choosing instead to bring something from home. & sarah is just making a mental note to herself to make a sandwich for herself before leaving the house next thursday, when robin offers one of her own. ❝ oh. um, i’m ok. i had a big breakfast, ❞ sarah protests, but her stomach chooses that moment to loudly disagree. & when she glances back down at her tray, she knows that the sticky orange glob of already congealing pasta just isn’t going to cut it. ❝ i mean, unless you really don’t want it. ❞ & as she accepts the generous offering, pushing her tray aside in favor of unwrapping a ham sandwich, sarah finds herself wondering why she hasn’t really hung out with robin before now. ❝ thanks — this is like, really nice of you. ❞ to not only remember to bring your own lunch on mac-n-cheese day, but also to be willing to offer half of it to someone who hadn’t, robin must be both smart & kind — a combination which was a real rarity amongst the students of hawkins high. thoughtfully, sarah takes a bite of the sandwich, & as she chews, her eyes go wide. ❝ oh my god, this is amazing, ❞ she says even before her mouth is empty, one hand raising as if to cover her bad manners. ❝ did you make this ? ❞