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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. ]
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Nah don't worry too much about the exchange rates.
Like what regulatory body is gonna arrest you for shorting me anyway.
I got as many cups as you like with your name on it just for staving off boredom tbh.
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i mean its a pretty shitty book
id charge like maybe a mug for it
but ill bring it by
[but then, maybe Dave just has bad taste in books. maybe the space ghosts thought he would like it because there's a pretty cool bird in it β which, yeah, fair enough, there is a pretty cool bird in it.]
[in any case, he doesn't really waste much time in getting to the mess hall, aforementioned book in hand. what Dave's got against the classics, the world may never know. but he's just going to be looking over the coffee setup, quietly, and curiously.]
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Why, do you have a mug?
holy crap there's something that's not a metal tube or w/e you're holding out
See you in a bit.
[ Ren's wiping out the carafe when dave gets there. He didn't specifically orient himself to the door as a choice, but it's definitely months of being Sojiro's apprentice caffeine slinger that subconsciously put it in his head and Ren's general strong sense of situational awareness that makes him lift his attention, nodding. ]
Paying upfront's forbidden til you know you actually like it.
[ :) ]
Ever had pour-over?
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[actually decent coffee is probably going to completely blow Dave's mind, to be honest. he has no idea, Ren. show him a whole new caffeinated world.]
[as if to prove his point, though, he sets the book down nearby, like he's standing in line at a coffee shop handing over his very large and Roald Dahl-ish credit card for payment. that is to say, he's pretty confident he'll like it.]
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I'm flattered in advance. Go ahead and sit, it'll be a few mins.
[ i.e. it's cute that you've got a library card but stop hovering, you remind him of his mom. least before she started looking at Ren like he was going to commit petty theft at any moment even post-Tokyo sojourn.
The statement's punctuated by the sound of little beans marching to a blade-y demise in the grinder, the sound lost on Ren as white noise by now. People say coffee destroys the finer function of taste buds but no one spares a thought for the poor, poor tympanic membrane of the ears. Press F to pay respects. ]
You don't like Roald Dahl? I changed my mind, get out.
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[but, he was about to head to a nearby table when he stops in his track, because Ren has gone and busted out some true fighting words.]
What? No, look β literally the only good thing about that book is the Roly-Poly Bird.
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Come to think of it, Ren squints at the book title. At a distance he'd only recognized the (translated into) katakana for Dahl's name and popped off at the mouth there, but now he sees there may be more to the tale than unearned besmirching of a beloved children's book author. ]
What's that say? The T...weets? Haven't read it before.
Very well, the court will hear your case for the Roly-Poly Bird.
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It's The Twits. [he flips open the book, turning it around in his hands so that Ren can get a load of this fuckin' bird. he hasn't yet realized that Ren's basically just assigned him a book report, because ...]
[well, because Dave loves the Roly-Poly Bird. he loves all birds, honestly, even if he tends to refer to them as brainless feathery assholes. the first time you ever really see him genuinely upset in Homestuck is when he accidentally killed one of the crows that liked to chill out in his room. a time paradox duplicate version of Dave from the future needed a way out of dying on account of being a time paradox duplicate, so he became a bird.]
[Dave's hair is literally in the shape of a bird.]
Okay, Exhibit A: Look at this asshole. If that's not the most majestic motherfucker you've ever seen scribbled in an otherwise shitty children's book then I will genuinely be at a complete loss for words. This dude's glory is fuckin' immutable.
Not only is he bilingual, but he's in the personal business of bailing his buddies out of jams. So on top of bein' as smart as he is, he's pretty damn relatable. [he doesn't really know Ren's dynamics with his friends. but, taking into account the pool incident, he sort of gets the sense that Ren is usually the one bailing them out of whatever jams they find themselves in. Dave is the same way.]
The main point I'm trying to make here is that this book is a complete slog up until this guy swoops in to save what little promise the story had.
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...
Ren's hair looks like a bird's nest. Could this be the hand of destiny at work? or the foot?
Leaning over the table, he nods solemnly as, indeed, that is one majestic ass bird. As the book has already been accepted as payment regardless of quality he continues on pouring the water painstakingly slow through the grounds, considering this wisdom. ]
My own experiences with birds is limited to crows. Smart little jerks, and it's creepy that they know and remember the faces of humans that cross them. Set myself right up for treachery.
But the Roly-Poly Bird does sound pretty sick. Maybe even enough to eclipse and redeem his fine-feathered brethren. I'll know more upon further inspection I guess, but he seems like a solid gold bro.
[ Look forward to Ren's own assessment in the coming days/weeks, he supposes, whenever they run into one another first. Happily this means that Ren is also finished with his craft, which seems like a lot of effort to go through for a half decent cup of coffee and you're right, but Ren is doing nothing if not attempting to improve the daily lives of others tbh.
Ahh, he missed this smell. He sets it across from himself for Dave's casual perusal, then leaning back to slide his jumpsuit pockets. ]
I'm sure if you ask Ryuji he'll lend you his smut book too.
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[that sounds like it'd be more Karkat's territory β or Rose's, considering the last time he brandished one of his weird romance novels, she snatched it right out of his hands.]
[... on the other hand, Dave couldn't stop asking questions about the cover. why was the beefcake troll naked? what was up with the weird pyramid stance they had going on? how did it have anything to do with the situation they were in at the time?]
[......]
Maybe. [Dave, in return for the coffee, sets the book down, sliding it in Ren's direction. good transaction.]
I never really minded the crows that hung around my apartment, at least, but yeah, they don't hold a candle to this guy.
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But if you try to ask Ryuji about it he'll probably blush and stutter something dumb. So ask Ren, he'll give you the dl. ]
Enough for a murder?
[ Eyebrow waggle. Ren's Crow constituted a murder all by himself, hurr hurr.
He slides the book toward his side of the table, thank ye kindly, sir. ]
Where're you from again?
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[perfection never lasts forever, after all. eventually, Fabio's gonna get decked in the face by a goose while riding a roller coaster and the illusion, the spell he's cast, will be broken.]
[and, we've come full circle on that metaphor. but Dave just quirks an eyebrow β he sees what you did there, Ren!!!]
Houston. [a beat, before he elaborates, because he's not sure if Ren is any better at geography than he is.]
It's in Texas. You're from Tokyo, right?