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reverielogs2018-06-25 07:37 pm
intrusivethot) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-25 07:37 pm
open network & mingle
Β» WHO? Ren Amamiya & ota!
Β» WHEN? Throughout the end of June
Β» WHERE? The Mess Hall
Β» WHAT? A request and a mingle, coffee shop AU without the AU
Β» WARNINGS? none
text; un: @joker
To whomever might be interested/is tired of the sludgy refuse that passes for coffee around here, I've gotten my hands on some real beans and have the means to turn them into a more than passable cup of coffee, if I do say so myself.
I'll be setting up shop in the Mess Hall for ease of access most mornings. Resources are somewhat precious but seeing as there's no currency on the station I won't be charging, though I am looking for a few things in trade if anyone has them available/is consistently successful at coaxing them out of the fabricators. Sugar or flavored syrups for blended drinks, or if anyone has books or e-reader files I'm always on the hunt for new material to occupy my spare time.
Contact me at this user name or ask for Amamiya at the Mess Hall if you have anything you'd like to offer. Thank you for your time.
action;/mingle
[ As promised, most days of the week a tall, lanky teen with messy black hair can be found manning a table not too far from the replicators, a casual but polite air about him as he meets requests agreeably. Sorry, anyone who enjoyed a relatively quiet meal time in the mess; the burr grinder intermittently ruins the tranquility that isn't already deflated by residents pleading to an unseeing, unhearing god for the fabricators to actually make what they want for once.
This is the social mantle that Ren Amamiya donned earliest as a kid on probation in Tokyo. He supposes that the upside of spontaneously waking up in a new place in an unknown section of the multiverse is that stuff like that doesn't follow you there. Ren certainly doesn't miss it, nor the deadeyed stares at school, nor the stage whispered declarations that if you met his line of sight he'd break your arm clean in half. As if these noodle arms could accomplish much past breaking dry pasta noodles into a pot.
Sojiro was one of the first to see the potential for something different. Or it'd be more accurate to say that he hoped that having something to do around CafΓ© Leblanc in an official capacity would keep Ren's head down, keep his hands busy so they don't sneak into cookie jars or whatever it is that kids get up to these days. The coffee making lessons Ren picked up are on display in the Mess, a steady rhythm of measurement to grind, boil to thermometer and then the slow, slow pour, everything that Sojiro knew would make a damn fine cup of coffee and learning these techniques is a one-way ticket to caffeine addiction. Because with great power comes great self-inflicted insomnia. ]
Hm? I didn't catch that, sorry.
[ Ren's not usually inattentive but for the moment it took you to ask for a cup or two he seemed to be absorbed in a thought, now jolting back into awareness. ]
Black only, I'm afraid. If you're a fabricator whisperer you could do me a solid, though.
[ Some days a large, long-haired cat is alternately curled up on one end of the table or is batting at various implements that he needs, okay Lisa? What flavorless bits of meat he could coax out were set aside in a bowl that she is snootily sticking her, uh, snoot at.
Ren's expression is strained at the edges, glancing somewhat helplessly at you. ]
Distraction please? She's, uh. Fixated, at the moment.
[ Or people can use this as a chance to meet one another, chat each other up, or otherwise get way too much caffeine now that tolerance levels are good and low. The world is your oyster, dear reader. ]
Β» WHEN? Throughout the end of June
Β» WHERE? The Mess Hall
Β» WHAT? A request and a mingle, coffee shop AU without the AU
Β» WARNINGS? none
text; un: @joker
To whomever might be interested/is tired of the sludgy refuse that passes for coffee around here, I've gotten my hands on some real beans and have the means to turn them into a more than passable cup of coffee, if I do say so myself.
I'll be setting up shop in the Mess Hall for ease of access most mornings. Resources are somewhat precious but seeing as there's no currency on the station I won't be charging, though I am looking for a few things in trade if anyone has them available/is consistently successful at coaxing them out of the fabricators. Sugar or flavored syrups for blended drinks, or if anyone has books or e-reader files I'm always on the hunt for new material to occupy my spare time.
Contact me at this user name or ask for Amamiya at the Mess Hall if you have anything you'd like to offer. Thank you for your time.
action;/mingle
[ As promised, most days of the week a tall, lanky teen with messy black hair can be found manning a table not too far from the replicators, a casual but polite air about him as he meets requests agreeably. Sorry, anyone who enjoyed a relatively quiet meal time in the mess; the burr grinder intermittently ruins the tranquility that isn't already deflated by residents pleading to an unseeing, unhearing god for the fabricators to actually make what they want for once.
This is the social mantle that Ren Amamiya donned earliest as a kid on probation in Tokyo. He supposes that the upside of spontaneously waking up in a new place in an unknown section of the multiverse is that stuff like that doesn't follow you there. Ren certainly doesn't miss it, nor the deadeyed stares at school, nor the stage whispered declarations that if you met his line of sight he'd break your arm clean in half. As if these noodle arms could accomplish much past breaking dry pasta noodles into a pot.
Sojiro was one of the first to see the potential for something different. Or it'd be more accurate to say that he hoped that having something to do around CafΓ© Leblanc in an official capacity would keep Ren's head down, keep his hands busy so they don't sneak into cookie jars or whatever it is that kids get up to these days. The coffee making lessons Ren picked up are on display in the Mess, a steady rhythm of measurement to grind, boil to thermometer and then the slow, slow pour, everything that Sojiro knew would make a damn fine cup of coffee and learning these techniques is a one-way ticket to caffeine addiction. Because with great power comes great self-inflicted insomnia. ]
Hm? I didn't catch that, sorry.
[ Ren's not usually inattentive but for the moment it took you to ask for a cup or two he seemed to be absorbed in a thought, now jolting back into awareness. ]
Black only, I'm afraid. If you're a fabricator whisperer you could do me a solid, though.
[ Some days a large, long-haired cat is alternately curled up on one end of the table or is batting at various implements that he needs, okay Lisa? What flavorless bits of meat he could coax out were set aside in a bowl that she is snootily sticking her, uh, snoot at.
Ren's expression is strained at the edges, glancing somewhat helplessly at you. ]
Distraction please? She's, uh. Fixated, at the moment.
[ Or people can use this as a chance to meet one another, chat each other up, or otherwise get way too much caffeine now that tolerance levels are good and low. The world is your oyster, dear reader. ]