Trooper Station, Thursday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

A day and eight showers later, Jake was still leaving glitter-trails everywhere he walked. It was getting on his nerves.

"Not a word, skipper," he said, wagging a finger at Ralph before proceeding directly to the coffee machine where he proceeded to poke at it until it dispensed the blessed caffienated liquid.

If anyone needed Jake, he'd be in his office, inhaling coffee like it was air.

[ooc: mostly for one who knows who he is, but open!]

Portalocity Office | Thursday

[playsforkepesh]

It was business as usual over at Sam's office, except that the espresso machine was emitting a low clickety-clack sound that only stopped whenever Sam got up to try to fix the problem.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," she told the machine severely after the fourth or fifth time she examined it and found absolutely nothing wrong. "And that's your prerogative, but you ought to know, I've got a whole box of tools just over there."

Threatening a coffee machine. This was a new low for Systems Alliance Comm Specialist Traynor.

Luke's, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

So it was really freaking cold out. Mind you, Priestly was the kind of guy who thought it was really freaking cold out most of the year in this climate, but he was reasonably certain that the temperature outside today objectively qualified as really freaking cold.

Oddly enough, the kitchen staff raised no objections when he decided they should build a bonfire under the vent hood.

This was totally going to end well. Totally.

Today's specials
Cedarplank smoked salmon
Roasted root vegetables
S'mores

Luke's was open. And somehow not on fire!