Perkolator (around 3pm)

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith angrily walks over to one of the outside walls and begins installing a mailslot. When she finishes, she brushes herself off, and mumbles to herself, "If this thing works right, it'll teleport the mail straight into the office. My own damn fault if something gets lost then."

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[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::notices the new mailslot when he comes into work at 5:30::

::also notices that it's sealed on the inside of the building::

Mrs. Smith? How, exactly, does that thing work?

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith looks up from her bookkeeping and points at the new Inbox on her desk.

"It keeps the mail from getting lost. My last set of bar-monkeys would almost never remember to put it in my office and it would get lost, thrown away, or coffee-stained."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff jauntily strides into the coffee shop, stopping just inside the door. Spotting the counter, he adjust his jacket and steps up.*

"Good evening, good fellow! I understand that a man might endeavor to find coffee here."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Indeed, a man certainly could endeavor so. Many a woman, child or other creature might as well.

Which particular potation would be your pleasure?

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Having been thus far denied the pleasure, I shall cast myself on your mercy and accept what you recommend.

*thrusts his hand forward*

Geoffrey Chaucer, at your service.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::shakes hands while grinning::

Hank McCoy, equally at yours.

To begin, what is your prior experience in drinking coffee? One would not wish to accidentally overtax one's constitution.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Ah, good sir, I have in fact never had the pleasure. But I assure you I have an excellent constitution.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

Dr Gregory House is exhausted. He avoids the school clinic as much as possible, and still he gets pulled in to crisis with students.

The one patient, bluemanoncampus, had left him a note (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/4827.html) about The Perkolator supplying the clinic staff with coffee. Couldn't hurt to check out said coffee before he accepted, right?

And so, House is in the coffee house, he's ordered an expresso.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Hello again, Dr. House. Let me go get Mrs. Smith for you, then I'll make your espresso.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

*Nods respectfully*

Glad to see you're not twitching on the floor.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

I'm just as glad to not be twitching on the floor.

::places espresso in front of Dr. House::

There you are, sir.

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Smith walks out of the back office and over to House.

"I understand that you're interested in my offer?"

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"I am." House nods.

"What exactly is the offer?"

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

"Give us a call anytime between 6am and midnight and I'll have your order run out to you. Anything from single servings up to a gallon of Kona.

"However, some of the special varities, like the Black Death that girl's drinking (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/24634.html?thread=793658#t793658), are in-house purchases only."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*the blond man at the counter turns to you*

Might I inquire what you're drinking? Besides coffee, of course. I understand it's offered in numerous variations, and I am attempting to do a little research for a client.

*offers hand*

Geoffrey Chaucer.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

Expresso.

*Shakes hand*

Has more flavor than plain coffee.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

'Espresso'. Italian? Interesting. How is it more flavorful? Stronger, deeper, richer...? What does it make you think of when you drink it?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's not having the best of weeks, and she *needs* real caffiee. Planning a vendetta, trying to figure out how to avoid vampires, her studies, and occasional nightmares are exhausting.

"Whatever the strongest thing you have is. Three of them."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::looks at Parker's grimace and hides a grin::

Greetings, Parker. The Black Death is the strongest thing we serve, but even a single shot can leave you knurd (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knurd) if you're not used to it. How about some espresso instead?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*would bite Hank's head off, but he was helpful with the squid thing*

Gimme one shot of the Black Death. I don't know what knurd is, but anything that keeps me awake is welcome.

We'll see about espresso *after* that.

Still in a rotten mood, she turns to the man next to her.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::Hank takes a single shotglass over to one of the mysteriously bubbling machines behind the counter and carefully pours a stream of black liquid into it. He then takes out a pair of tongs uses it to equally carefully brings the shot back over to the counter. The liquid steams as a bubble slowly surfaces and pops with a glorping sound.::

Okay, now what's your favorite alcohol? I'll carry you over to the pub next door after you drink that, and I'd like to know what to pour down your throat.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*the blond man at the counter turns to you*

Madame, might a stranger trouble you with an impertinent question? *smiles charmingly*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*look of laser-death-kill, only mitigated by the unfamiliarity of person in front of her*

He may. He may also suffer the consequences, depending on the level of impertinence.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto slides into the seat next to Parker*

Afternoon dearie.

You don't look so good. Not to worry, I have a little present for you that should brighten your day.

*she places a small vial in front of Parker*

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*withdraws slightly from your personal space*

My sincerest apologies, madam, if I offended you. I only meant to ask if you would be willing to tell me what is about coffee that you enjoy. I am endeavoring to do a bit of research for a client.

*makes a slight bow in your direction*

My name is Geoffrey Chaucer. I'm new in town.