The Perkolator - After School

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Continued from here - feel free to jump in here at the Perky. Is an open post.


The door into the Perkolator slams open, and a girl who looks a little like Rory, a little like Cally and nothing like the way she should look, storms in. She's hauling Krycek along by the arm, and being followed a little more sedately by Edward Scissorhands. She goes up to the counter. "The reg-- I mean, a double mocha, hazelnut and cream," she orders. She rubs her nose. "If this doesn't help, I don't know what will."

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[scissors--.livejournal.com]

Edward feels sorry for girl!jake, and wants to pat him on the back, but he's hurt him earlier this evening and doesn't think that needs repeating. Instead he orders a cappuchino.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Only just waiting for the others to grab their orders, Jake makes her way over to her regular seat. She sits down and eyes the mocha. "This better work," she says solemnly before downing half the glass.

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

Edward admires girl!jakes mad-hot-coffee-drinking-skills, as he sips his cappuchino. "is it working yet?" he asks.




((OOC: dearly sorry but mun has to go to sleep, will get up at godawfullearly AM. Just...imagine edward is being silent in a corner or some such :S Have fun!))

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake scrunches up her face, testing. "No," she sighs.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Sitting with his own (black) coffee, he watches Jake with a frown. He's not quite sure what's gone wrong, but he hasn't seen Jake upset like this before. "So what happened?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Jake replies, frustrated. "I changed to escape Rover -- does he know we have phone zappers, by the way? -- and then I couldn't change back." She pokes her coffee desolately. "This has never happened before."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek shakes his head. "No idea if Rover knows. But the professor okayed them." He continues to watch Jake, as well as studying the now much more delicate features, the longer hair, and the smaller hands. There was Jake in there, but the outside was different... And a little weird. "But... something had to have happened? Something different from usual?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Obviously." Jake gave him a 'how stupid are you?' look before finishing off her coffee. She put the empty cup on the table. "It's like... I try to change and it's almost there, and then I bounce back." She scowled. "I'm going to get more coffee. You - think of something clever."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He sips his coffee but doesn't even taste it, wondering how he can think of something 'clever' in regards to this when he has no idea how Jake does what he does. Krycek sighs and tries to think anyway, because if he's at all right? This is going to be quite trying.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Shuffling back, carrying a tray with three espressos on, Jake looks hopefully over at Krycek in case he's managed to have a brain storm while she's been gone.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek raises an eyebrow at the tray, then sighs as Jake sits down with that look - it makes him feel like he should have thought harder. "Well... With all the people at this school, maybe there's someone who can help."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

It wasn't much of a idea, but it was something. Jake still downs two espressos on the quick. It could help. It was espresso! "Maybe I'm sick! Maybe I got the plague thing or whatever," she suggests. "I never get sick at home, but maybe this place made me sick anyway?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Who knows what contagions are floating around, given all the possible points of origin," he says, not having thought of it before. Krycek has another sip of his coffee, watching espresso disappear like water. "Why don't you go over exactly what happened? Maybe you overlooked something."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake tilts her head, thinking it over. Again. "Um. I saw Rover coming and changed and then I ducked into the Journalism room and waited until he bounced past and then I went back out and then I couldn't change," she says in one breath. "I think I maybe put down my coffee at some point."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"You did," Krycek says with a nod. "I remember you picking it up." He looks at Jake again, oddly apologetic. "...In this case, it seems like we're going to have to talk to someone else. I've got nothing."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"I guess," Jake says reluctantly. She downs the last espresso. "Really fucking embarrassing, though."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Standing with his coffee in hand, he shrugs. "Be more embarrassing if you weren't cute, I'd think." He blinks at himself when his brain catches up with his mouth, feeling himself color slightly. "...Anyway, let's go to the clinic first."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::eyebrow-raise::

Jake?

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Yeah -- Hey, how'd you know?" Jake blinks in surprise.

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::scrunches his nose a little::

You smell the same. Mostly, anyway. You smell somewhat... sweeter from the change in your estrogen/testosterone balance.

If it was anyone else, I would have thought that you were a twin sister, but considering your shape-shifting abilities...

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Aw. She looks a little like Rory!]

[brandnew-world.livejournal.com]

Hotaru wanders in, her ungodly long hair pulled into what appears a very large braid that ovbiously took some time. She adjusts her dress, looking a bit uncomfortable before walking up to the counter. She peers at the menu, squints, then shakes her head. "...Ano, could I get some coffee, please?" she asks.

She's had a horrible day. Mistress Nine's body? Not fun. Not bleeding fun at all. The dark-haired young woman fidgets absently with her braid.