ext_25393 ([identity profile] deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-11-02 03:33 pm

The Haven [OPEN]

Wednesday Cafe Selections:
- Cream Cheese Danish
- Pumpkin Pie
- Brownies
- Hot Chocolate
- Early Grey
- Blackberry Sage Tea
- Espresso Roast (Decaf or Regular)

George is very pre-occupied and looks as if she hasn't slept in a few days. All she can think about is Kitty's murder, and how if she'd just done her damn job, maybe they'd have caught the killer by now. She stands in her usual spot behind the counter, a mug of coffee cradled between both hands as if for warmth.

[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jake walks in the door, looking around to take in the new place. He spots George by the counter, and immidiately heads that way. "Hey, George. Espresso and brownies for me. Don't know what he's having," He turns to look at Krycek, who he'd grabbed at the end of Journalism and intended to interrogate thoroughly... after he'd had coffee, of course.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Joining Jake by the counter, Krycek looks at the menu with a faintly pained expression. "Danish. And the espresso." He shouldn't have much today, at least to see if that was indeed what was making him sleep so long lately, but one cup would be alright.

[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
While waiting for their order, Jake leans against the counter so he can look over at Krycek. "Okay, I have a question. Not, you know, one of the tough ones. ...I think."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Krycek gives Jake a curious look. "Okay, shoot." Jake's idea of a tough question might be different from his own, but he has the sense not to ask anything extremely untoward in the middle of a shop. Probably.

[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks!" Jake hands over the money for both of them, quickly grabbing his stuff. "Find somewhere to sit, then question?"

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Amused that Jake paid for once, he nods and picks up his own things. He nods to George as he goes to join Jake at a small table near the back.

Sitting down, he gives Jake an expectant look. "Go ahead."

[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Jake puts down his espresso. "When's your birthday?" And it's really not a question that should make him blush, but it does anyway.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"My..?" Krycek frowns a moment, then takes a deep breath as he looks up, thinking.

A moment later, he seems vaguely bemused when he looks at Jake. "Tomorrow."

[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Jake blinks back. "Wha.. For real?"

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[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana enters the store with her backpack. She is supposed to meet Justin - Professor Quayle, she reminds herself - at his house around 3:30ish, but she has some time to spare and The Haven just looks so interesting.

She asks for a brownie and some hot chocolate, then browses around the store.

[identity profile] jquayle.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
In times of peril, Justin makes sure that all his bases are covered and that anyone dear to him is safe; he had just left the Faculty meeting earlier that day, and the death of that poor girl. Death weighed heavily on his soul at the moment, he went in search for Lana, to make sure she wasn't alone on the streets.

Passing by The Haven, he glances in and catches the back of Lana and her backpack; fear and panic rips through him as he rushes into the store. "Lana! Dear, you shouldn't be alone." he says breathlessly, fear radiating from his eyes.

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana looks up, rather startled. "Professor Quayle?" She looks around The Haven - Krychek, Jake and George are all there. "What do you mean? I'm not alone. I just stopped in for a few minutes because I had some time to kill before I was supposed to meet you."

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana hands over the money and smiles. "Thanks. George, right?"

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Egyptian Anthro or Biology, maybe?" Lana's not sure where she remembers her from or if maybe she's just seen her around.

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[identity profile] jquayle.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
He grasps her hand instinctively, "Well, here I am. Shall we go?" he glances about them as well, noticing two students; Justin figures that he looks like an old coot now but there's no time to waste. He has to get Lana safe, the Dean had told them to protect their students for the time being.

[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Lana looks at him worriedly, something definitely seems wrong, but she hasn't the slightest clue what it might be.

And he's holding her hand. Here in front of three other Fandom High students. She's not sure if she should be thrilled or mortified. But he's obviously in a hurry to leave, so...

"Okay, I guess," she says still feeling confused. "Let me just grab my brownie and hot chocolate here."

She gives George a nervous half smile and leaves with Justin - Professor Quayle, dammit!

[identity profile] professortrepe.livejournal.com 2005-11-02 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"How's it going?" Quistis asked softly, appearing from the back, looking disheveled.

[identity profile] professortrepe.livejournal.com 2005-11-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Quistis smiled brightly, rubbing at her eyes behind her glasses. "Yes, actually," she answered, "Better than usual, actually."

[identity profile] professortrepe.livejournal.com 2005-11-03 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"It's doing all right," Quistis moved to fix herself a mug of tea. "What would you think of a poetry night?"