Perkolator: Open for Business

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Anyone looking through Perkolator's windows before 6am would see Mrs. Smith setting up: taking chairs off tables, starting coffee machines, writing the daily specials on the board, etc. At 6am on the dot, she unlocks the door, then walks back behind the counter.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Must have coffee. Where is coffee? Give me coffee," Jake demanded, hanging over the counter. Radek had done something to their coffee machine and now it made weird noises and scared the hell out of Jake, so... "Coffee, coffee, coffee. Coffee?"

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith hides a smile at Jake's reactions to the smell of coffee.

"What's your poison, kid? I've got it all."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Coffee?" Jake said automatically, then visibly shook himself and squinted up at the board. "Uh. Mocha. Double. Big." He held his hands apart. "Like this. With cream. And sugar."

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

"Gotcha."

Mrs. Smith pours up an extra-large double mocha and hands it over to Jake.

"Cream and sugar are over there." She points to a short counter that has cream pitchers, sugar shakers, stir-sticks and the like sitting on it.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She walks in dressed casually, ordering a mocha latte and taking a seat near one of the windows. She might be waiting for someone.*

[swerval_zero]

*sidles up very carefully, not wanting to bother her teacher on her day off*

Miss Sidle?

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*a quick smile* Hi! How are you?

*One wouldn't think she'd drunk a third of her bodyweight in alcohol the night before.*

[swerval_zero]

Oh, I'm great. Still a bit tired, but that's what coffee's for, right? We got my stuff back from the common room last night.

Actually, that's what I wanted to talk t'you about. A couple of the students got bit by those yeti things? And their bites make y'do some blinkin' weird stuff. Hank and Edward took some samples; is the biology lab set up to test somethin' like that? I'd really like to know what the squall's goin' on with it before somebody else gets bit.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

What the--must've happened while Padme and I were in town last night.

*frowns, pulls out a notebook, begins writing*

If you have samples, I'll be glad to test them as I know how, but I can't guarantee I will know what has infected the other students. Gremlins are a bit beyond my experience.

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, I know Miss Parker tried to find you, but she couldn't find the doc or Principal Connors or anyone, so Hank just monitored 'em the best he could an' I tried to keep Phoebe from takin' her clothes off and decorated Anders.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*sighs* I'd probably already passed out in my room by that point so I wouldn't have been much help. We need a security system.

*a few more notes* I'll find Hank or Edward and see what's going on. Thanks for letting me know.

[swerval_zero]

You're welcome. *heads back to the counter for her coffee*

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica decides to check out the local coffee shop.

She enters, orders a Chai Latte, and takes a seat to people watch.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake takes his enormous cup of coffee, takes a sip, and wakes up enough to take in his surroundings. Bio teacher. Blond girl. Blond girl familiar. Blond girl... Oh! He shuffles over to her. "Hi. Uh, this is maybe a strange questions, but are you in the newspaper crew?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica smiles at the half asleep boy standing next to her.

"Yes, I am. Are you? I don't remember seeing you at the meeting last night."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Um, no." Jake scratches his neck sheepily with his free hand. "I kinda. Forgot. So I was hoping you could tell me what happened?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica sighs and rolls her eyes, but gestures for the boy to join her.

"I'm Veronica, by the way," she says with a smile.

"Let's see, before all hell broke loose with Phoebe's gremlin bite, we decided to publish the paper weekly on Mondays so we can have Sunday as our production day. And we talked about some articles for the first edition. I don't think we have a name yet though."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Jake," Jake said, by way of introducing himself, and sat down beside her. "What? We have to work on Sundays?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Well, it is an extra curricular activity, Jake."

Veronica shakes her head slightly and finishes the rest of her Chai Latte.

"I think I need another Chai."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake stared after her. "Yes, but... Sundays?" he asked the world plaintively. He sighed into his mocha. "I hate the world."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"It's not that bad," Veronica says, coming back to the table with a steaming Chai.

"So, Jake, let's not think about that. Tell me about you."

[swerval_zero]

C'n I get a very large coffee, black, with two sugars? Thanks.

[swerval_zero]

...actually, make that two.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith pours two extra-large black coffees and points to the service counter.

"Here you go, kid. Sugar, cream and the rest are over there."

[swerval_zero]

Thanks. Swerval. I an' mine appreciate it.

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

*orders a medium white chocolate mocha*

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

"Do you want Belgian white chocolate or regular white chocolate? They cost the same, but the flavors are slightly different."

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've tried the Belgian... so that then.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Smith makes the drink and passes it over.

"Enjoy."

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

Why thank you.

*pays and has a seat where she plots*

[can_be_more]

Coffee. Right. I've heard of that.

Um. Just a plain coffee. We'll start with that.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith raises an eyebrow.

"Never had coffee before? Then you've come to the right place. Let's start you with a small black coffee, on the house. If you don't like the taste, let me know and we'll try adding some cream or sugar."

She pours a small coffee for Aeryn and hands it over.

[can_be_more]

Thank you.

*sips*

All right, I'm going to need some of that other stuff you said to add. I don't know what any of it means, so just surprise me.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith takes Aeryn over to the service counter.

"Plain cream will mellow the flavor while diluting the coffee, as well as adding a, well, creamy flavor. Sugar will, obviously, make it sweeter without otherwise affecting the taste.

"Let's try this on for size..."

She pours in some cream and about a teaspoon of sugar, then hands it back to Aeryn.

"If that's not quite right, just add a little more until you find something tasty. Most everyone likes theirs differently, so experiment a little. Let me know if you need anything else."

Smith heads back to the register.

[can_be_more]

Thank you very much.

*experiments*

[chasingangela]

Hi, can I get a large black coffee? And a chocolate-chip muffin. Thanks.

*Thus fortified, Angela takes out a book of poetry and curls up in an overstuffed armchair.*

[pathetic30plus.livejournal.com]

*Fran stands outside the shop, looking through the window wistfully, getting closer and closer, when her head hits the glass she frowns, and walks away*