http://apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2010-10-08 09:09 am
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The Perk, Friday Morning

It... possibly said something about his priorities that he’d taken the time and care to actually exert some charm on the barista who served him, but Genesis was not particularly interested in earning the enmity of the people who provided him with good coffee.

Coffee in hand, he found a seat by the windows and made himself comfortable.

While there were—certain things he’d have to work out with regards to his play, at the moment he was rereading Loveless and could feel his fingers itching to write out another theory on what it could possibly all mean.

He lasted five minutes before pulling out a pen and a small pad of paper.

[Oooopen! I am so bored.]

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Angua was just a few steps closer to a nice week off, away from everyone in Fandom, back in Ankh-Morpork, with a week of nothing but remembering how much she hated the smell and not even worrying about the details of her sort-of relationship.

Or so she thought.

Still, unaware of what laid ahead, she was just skipping Friday at the station, getting herself a nice cup of coffee, and then getting started on packing.

"Oh, no," she lifted a hand to stop the barista who almost started preparing bags of beans for her the moment she came in, "just a cup of coffee today. No errands. Just coffee."

"Just coffee?"

"Just coffee. No cream, no sugar, no milk or flavouring. Just...coffee."

"Are you feeling okay, Sergeant Angua?"

"Believe me," she said with a faint smile, "never better."

"Have it right up for you, Sergeant," the barista nodded and Angua took a moment to glance around the shop, take note of the other patrons, as she waited until the cofee showed up, and then she'd just take a few more moments to just enjoy it.

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Angua gave a slight nod back, but, intrigued by a new scent, once she had her coffee, she found herself ambling over. She took the day off, sure, but that didn't mean she couldn't do a little bit of investigative work anyway. Really, a Watchman was on the job 24/8 anyway.

"Good book?" she asked, tilting her head when she got closer. "You're fairly new in town, too, aren't you?"

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm getting rusty, then," she said, and waved a hand at the chair. Though sometimes these meetings did lead to longer conversation, taking an offered chair only made sure it happened. "I'll blame the children. Sergeant Angua. What's it you do in town?"

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," said Angua, looking sympathetic, "I'm sorry. And, no, not a habit." Here she brought out a well-placed grin. "But every so often I like to make the rounds. A small place like this, you sort of wind up meeting everyone eventually."

[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com 2010-10-08 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes more than I'd prefer," Angua admitted with good humour. "I've never been much for the arts, but what've you got coming for the theatre buffs to look forward to?"