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Was Jake Jensen shamelessly using the dog he'd found in his giant ass tower to go to a coffee shop and pick up women?

Yes. Yes, he was. And he wasn't even sorry about it.

Just don't ask him what the dog's name was because he had no idea.

[OOC: Open!]

suitably_heroic

Ah, emotional baggage day. That had taken Jack back - though it'd been satisfying to see that his own amount of baggage had gone down significantly. Score one for therapy.

After class, he made his now-habitual trip to the Perk while he waited for his portal to arrive. With a large black coffee in hand, he picked a spot by the window and sat down.

Sucks that it's raining, the barista had said. They'd wanted to put some seats outside.

"Outdoor seating," Jack muttered to himself. "Sitting in the sun. Space. Just one cloud away from turning into a TV trope."

[[ open ]]

pocketpretzels

For whatever reason, Watts had not noticed the luggage when he'd first woken up. Otherwise he likely never would have left the house at all, let's be real. But he did leave the house, and it wasn't until he was nearly at the Perk that 'IDENTITY' and 'DIFFICULT' made their appearances in the shape of suitcases. Seeing as he was basically at the shop door, he (perhaps stupidly) elected to press on, doing his best to steadfastly ignore the 'ABANDONMENT ISSUES' trunk that was quickly followed by a wheeled suitcase labeled 'CLARISSA' that made a break for the door as soon as it landed.

ooc: open Perk is open! come get caffeinated beverages with a side of emotional baggage!

suitably_heroic

It was his second week back for the summer, and whatever chill Jack had felt about being here had gone out the window during class yesterday. Fantastic.

Good thing he was heading back home for the weekend (and gigs) that evening. For now, though, with his portal still ahead of him, he was going to wander into the Perk, and order the biggest black coffee they had.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the barista asked.

"Didn't you hear Cara's radio broadcasts?" Jack replied. "I'm a zombie-clone, come back to haunt you."

He turned and leaned against the counter, and--

"... Are those giant lizards?" Beat. "Of course they are. Space, where did I leave my lightsabers?"

[[ open, before or after he rushes out to go fight some godzillas ]]

shapethecentury

So.

Wakanda had made itself public. You know, in a sense: the world had always known about the country, but know it also knew the truth about Wakanda's resources and their advanced technology.

Bucky was flicking through the coverage on his phone, his coffee and half-eaten donut sitting idle on the table in front of him. Analysis after analysis - on how Wakanda had stayed hidden for so long, on how things would shift on the world stage as a result - were being published in quick succession, all around the globe.

It was... a lot.

Mainly because it was a lot of attention on a nation that Bucky had been sort of hiding with for a lot of the past year. It didn't seem like this was going to affect his status any, but he would've been lying if he'd claimed it didn't set him on edge at least a little bit. After all, feeling like he was about to be found out was something he'd grown very accustomed to over the last handful of years. There had been solace in Wakanda, the same there was in Fandom, and now that felt like it was slipping away.

(Like it always did.)

With a quiet sigh, he set his phone down, and scratched the back of his head, and looked out the window, and wondered what it would take for Fandom to get the spotlight the same way.

At least that would've led to a lot more direct chaos.

[ooc: Open!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

"Tea! Tea! Teeeaaaa!"

"Yes, Nex," Jon told the exhaustingly enthusiastic being he was chaperoning. "You can have more tea."

Today was national tea day back home, apparently. Jon was all about the tea. Especially the caffeine at this time of morning. He was mostly over the horror of an eldritch being thinking of him as a parental figure, but it could take years to regain the energy he was having to spend keeping up with them.

"Two London fogs, please," he told the bemused barista. Then he'd collapse into a chair.

Open post!

deathtofrendo

Quinn had been getting pretty fast on her crutches, even on the stairs, and she was starting to feel an itch under her skin, something she'd developed over the last year when she stayed in one place too long.

She didn't have any other places to be, though. Her family thought she was dead. She still wasn't entirely convinced she wasn't. And with everything she'd done . . . her family was probably better off mourning her and moving on.

So she had to settle for long, crutching walks through this weird little town.

At least it had a decent coffee shop. She hobbled in, started to order a small coffee, then changed her mind at the last moment and went for a hot chocolate instead.

She'd seen and done too much, yes. But maybe . . . maybe if she stuck around this place long enough, she could recapture a little bit of the old, pre-massacre Quinn. At least in her choice of beverages.

[we're all quiet today, huh. Open!]

thatwaslucky

Rey didn't know when exactly she'd started thinking ahead and focusing more on things like teaching- she certainly didn't think she'd learned everything herself yet- but it seemed to be happening. And so a call was made to a person that she really should have talked to long before this.

She skipped training this morning, settling in at the Perk for a bit while she waited with a drink. It was no cheery chai but it was good anyway.

[Expecting one but open!]

mustbeawitch

Was meeting up with a group for an evening coffee the best idea in the world this week? Absolutely not, but since when had it been said that Lydia Bennet had only good ideas? She had announced this on the radio, after all, and she couldn't go back on that! She was sure it would be fine! A lovely evening would be had by all.

No, not like that. A very lovely evening drinking coffee, or tea for those of them with the sense to recognize that coffee tasted awful.

She was already uncertain what to do about the fact that the barista had given her her phone number, but welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

ifwebeworthy

"Something's off," Don muttered into his coffee. "Don't you feel...weird?"

I do not feel anything.

"...right." Because Thor was in the void.

It almost itched, and for some reason he found himself thinking that maybe he should try to figure out those hookup apps Thor had tried to steer him toward last summer. He was poking at his phone when a new email notification popped up, and he opened his email to find it was from the Maryland Board of Physicians. He stared at it for a moment, for some reason thinking, This feels like it should be a laptop kind of email, before he raised his coffee cup to his mouth again to tell Thor under its cover, "Looks like I can start looking for a job."

Hm?

"My license transferred."

Congratulations, Dr. Blake, Thor said, sounding almost amused, possibly at the prospect that Don would have trouble finding a job even after more than ten years out of the game. This calls for a celebration.

"Maybe I'll get another coffee," Don suggested. "Or...something."

(Open Perk is open!)

thatwaslucky

The Perk had two things going for it after training: it was indoors and it was warm. You'd think after all these years Rey would have adjusted to the cold, but for whatever reason ~~the lulz~~ either her body or brain or some combination of both just refused to acclimate.

At least it was a good excuse to hang out with a hot chocolate for a while, so it had that going for it.

[Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

The Perk was apparently switching to their spring menu despite it being mid-February, which meant when Sabine got there to order they were really pushing the winter drinks, probably to get rid of inventory. Fine, she wouldn't turn down getting a peppermint mocha.

Except for the fact that when she went to her seat and actually tasted the drink, it tasted like they'd used about sixteen pumps of peppermint syrup and thirteen sugars. So she got up and asked for them to remake it.

She returned to her seat and this time it tasted like twenty pumps of peppermint and like, twelve sugars. When she went back to the counter this time they had the gall to act like she was the unreasonable one.

She ordered a plain black coffee, and returned to her seat. Tasted like eight pumps of peppermint.

[I blame TikTok. Open!]

totalwildcard

Harley's holidays had been chaotic in the best way, and also completely off the island.

So naturally it was mid-January by the time she rolled back into town and (almost) directly to the Perk, sporting giant sunglasses and an even bigger grin.

"Hi! Whaddaya got in an extra large? I'll take two!"

Business as usual!

(open, ofc)

intheeyeofthebeholding

It was cold out, but Jon wasn't going to let that stop him from drinking tea he hadn't had to make himself. Or maybe coffee? Hm.

He bundled up in so many layers he actually looked like a reasonably-sized person and made his way to the Perk, where he let the barista talk him into a pistachio latte before taking a seat and taking off at least a couple layers.

Then he got on his phone to look at things, and ended up scowling at an article. Look, he might have been an archivist more in name than in actuality, but even he was more of an expert than some computer, and he was offended on behalf of archivists everywhere.

Maybe he'd just go back to taking notes and translating Liliana's book, which he'd also brought. Surely it couldn't be as annoying, right?

[Open post and open Perk!]

pocketpretzels

It was a bleary-eyed and somewhat sleep-deprived Watts who stumbled his way into the Perk on Monday morning. As per usual, he requested a mocha. This time, though, the baristas insisted on adding peppermint syrup. Which wasn't bad, just not at all what he was accustomed to. He found himself a table and twirled down in to the seat, intent on nursing that coffee and nibbling on the chocolate coins from the sky until he felt more awake.

stykera

The bears were back again and Stark, at least, was pleased to see them. He accepted several sodas on his walk around the island and was grateful he'd had a bag with him.

In spite of the bag full of bottles of Coke he still ordered a coffee to go with his breakfast sandwich once he arrived at the Perk. Drinking a beverage he'd brought in with him just seemed rude and he wanted something warm, anyway. The caramel brulée latte (extra whipped cream) seemed like a good choice.

He ordered the latte and a sandwich, offered Cokes to the baristas, and finally sat down at a table with his late breakfast. Or maybe it was second breakfast.

[open coffee shop is, of course, open, for caffeine needs or alien needs or polar bear with soda needs, or whatever else strikes your fancy]

pocketpretzels

Well, that sure had been a weekend, hadn't it? All things considered, Watts had had a pretty good time overall, but the whole experience did tend to stir up long-forgotten (or long-repressed) feelings and memories. And so he was dealing with it by treating himself to a mocha and a muffin, because why not.

weirderthanthou

You ever wake up feeling like everything around you was coming apart, and yet you were fine? Jesse wouldn't be able to tell you why, exactly, but that feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, drenching her in unease.

Town Hall just made it worse, so by the time the morning was almost done with, she decided to head out. Here, to the Perk, with her foot tapping impatiently against the floor as she waited for her coffee to show up.

"Seriously," she muttered.

[[ open ]]

single_man_tear

When Dean left 74 Godiva he entirely meant to go to his job and work his shift but when he got there and looked through the window all he saw was a hungry chair waiting for him.

So he turned around and went straight to the Perk and settled down with his laptop and his collection of phones to research and take calls all day instead.

Because some days it's just better to have coffee than deal with "inanimate" objects that try to eat you.

shapethecentury

You know what went great with this whole 'trying to act like a normal human, trying to rejoin society' thing Bucky was trying out? Getting coffee somewhere other than the kitchen at the apartment.

So he was trying that out today.

Of course, by the time he actually made it to a table by one of the windows, he was already feeling kind of socialed out. The barista manning the counter had been far too into giving him a thorough answer to his innocent, idle question about what the differences between all the different kinds of coffee were.

Plus side? Guess he was now more knowledgeable about 2020s coffee culture than he had been fifteen minutes ago.

[ooc: Open!]

deathsmajesty

Turns out the coziness had spread to The Perk as well. There were still a few tables, but most of the furniture had been replaced? transformed? into cozy, comfortable options. Bean bag chairs, low couches and loveseats, floor pillows, even an overstuffed recliner were spread over the space. (The recliner wasn't her armchair playing tricks, she'd checked.) There were also blankets, fuzzy oversized hoodies, and cuddly sweaters for people to wrap themselves up in. Stacks of books and magazines were randomly placed, as well as a few cooperative board games, knitting and crocheting supplies.

Ignore The Haters. Drink What You Want
Half-off sale on:
* Pumpkin Spice Lattes
* Caramel Apple Ciders
* Hot Cocoa with Marshmallows or Non-Dairy Whipped Cream

Never one to deny herself an indulgence, Liliana was ensconced in one of those extra-comfy hoodies, curled up on a loveseat, reading a torrid romance novel and sipping a warm cider. The Perk would might go back to normal tomorrow, so she was enjoying the extra soft coze today.

[open]

joan_of_bark

There was a school trip this upcoming week, apparently; Pam had only learned of it when she found out Adrian wouldn't be coming in to work next week. She hadn't known just how much of this town was dedicated to that school until now, with the streets suddenly much quieter.

It suited her fine, honestly. She'd spent the past few weeks getting comfortable. A quiet island meant she had time to expand her horizons. Sometime into the afternoon, she walked to the Perk, her senses telling her of tiny things hatching under the stone, the breath of relief of a place that would be partially unburdened by the constant to and fro of human feet.

She sat at a table, her coffee in one hand, a phone in the other, and scrolled. Did you know more than three-quarters of the Chesapeake Bay's tidal waters were contaminated by chemicals to one extent or another? That there were chemical plants and industrial complexes along the Chesapeake Bay that dumped far more waste than they were allowed to? That the water was rife with PFAS and PCBs, and that nitrogen levels hadn't fallen in some time?

She had. But it was nice to get specifics.

[[ open ]]

okteiviakom

As far as Octavia could tell, the guys were at the mansion. And the quiet on the Rouge felt... hostile, or at the very least unwelcoming, and Octavia didn't know what to do with it. Or about it.

Except leave.

But she couldn't go into the preserve (she might never be able to go into the preserve again), no matter how much that was her first choice and how much the urge was burning her into ash from the inside. So what else could she do but walk into town instead? The Perk was far from her first choice, but it was a choice, and it was the one she took, while she contemplated another option she also had. One that she could still take after getting some coffee.

(It was Friday. Lucifer's club on the mainland would be packed. It would be easy to disappear into the crowd.)

(It would be loud.)

"I think I'm good on the PSL front today, actually," she told the barista in a low rasp. "You have something with peppermint, right?"

It was good to have backup options.

[ooc: I have had A Week. Open!]

joan_of_bark

There was something Pam had put off in all the excitement. Something important, something she hadn't done in a while. But the longer she waited, the harder it became, and she didn't want it to be hard.

Harley-- her Harley-- deserved better.

So she took a walk through the community garden to clear her head, as Adrian had suggested. But that had become more of an amble through the streets, carrying her here. The barista proudly informed her they'd had that blend she'd talked about shipped in, and. Well. She had to appreciate the consideration, even if it wasn't perfect, didn't she?

And so she wound up at a table with a large cup of regular coffee, a pen in her hand and a sheet of writing paper sitting beside her cup.

( Dear Harley... )

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark

The funny thing about this island was that the more questions you answered, the more cropped up. Pam had spent a day working on the Pick Your Poison garden, clearing out remains of the greenhouse that had once been there. Weeds had started popping up everywhere, but she hadn't gotten far on identifying what was native and what wasn't.

Perhaps some answers laid in the preserve, or the gardens by the school. The latter, she had found, she couldn't enter - accessible only to students, tucked away in a corner somewhere. The preserve itself was worth a look, something she intended to do that afternoon, when classes were hopefully out and she'd be able to snoop around undisturbed.

For now, though...

"Thank you for the coffee."

The barista, who had spent the past ten minutes fielding questions, took a quick step back as Ivy took the cup from her. Muttered something about how Ivy was welcome, and she'd call about the thing soon, honest.

"It's okay," she said, with a small smile. "You couldn't know."

And with that, she found a seat for herself.

[[ open ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don had spent most of yesterday stuck on the phone as what had started as a quick check on the status of his case had turned into being given the runaround by the professional licensing arm of the New York State Education Department for quite some time (long enough he'd had to apologetically text Jane that he couldn't make class) before he had finally managed to piece together what they were trying not to admit: that someone had "lost" all of his paperwork a few months ago under the assumption that there was no need to process it as Tony Stark was about to drag him off to super jail.

The person he had been speaking to at that point, who he thought might have been the head of the entire medical licensing division, had been very apologetic, but the fact remained that they couldn't reinstate his license if they didn't have any of his paperwork. So he had spent most of this morning on the phone with Roberta at the Manhattan DMV (he hadn't known she could swear), a very helpful guy at NYU's med school's records office, and, again, the New York State Education Department. In theory, his license was actually being processed this time. They had even promised him rush processing. He'd believe it when he saw it.

He didn't just need this coffee, or the pumpkin muffin he'd ordered with it. He deserved them. And no, Thor, he had not ordered the apple coffee.

...the apple chai did sound kind of good, though.

(Open Perk is open!)

single_man_tear

Dean had barely gotten his coffee order in when his cell started ringing. He had hoped for a quiet morning to check through his news feeds and find out what nutty things might be going on in the world.

But instead he was fielding calls from another hunter who had no idea idea what he was doing. “No Barney, I’m pretty sure it’s not a dragon. It’s a wendigo. How do I know? Well first of all dragons fly and prefer virgins. What you just described was a guy with three kids who got dragged through a forest. Pretty sure that doesn’t fit the profile.”

It was only then he noticed something was wrong.

“Why does my coffee taste like apples?”

[Open]

thatwaslucky

It was pumpkin spice season, and Rey hadn't had a single one at the Perk yet. (Work was a different story.) Today was as good as any to stop in and get one on the way back from training. You could be a badass and a basic bitch, people contain multitudes.

While she was waiting, she found a seat and started Googling whether cats could have pastries. A totally normal thing to look up.

[Me, putting a character out in public? Sounds fake. Open!]

ifwebeworthy

If anyone had noticed a rather localized lightning storm centered on Stark Tower this morning, not to worry, that hadn't been Tony going full mad scientist, that had been Thor and Don fighting over who got to exist right now.

Despite his very strong argument that Don would be expected to put in an appearance at the welcome picnic, Thor had lost.

So now he was stomping into The Perk with a point to prove. "The apple coffee," he demanded. "Bring it to me."

You don't have to do this.

"I wish to. It may be delicious." The baristas wisely opted not to question the big guy in armor talking to himself, and in short order he had an apple crisp whatever latte-maybe-macchiatto in hand. He took a sip, and, if it were possible for him to do so, he was sure the spirit watching him drink would have been holding his breath.

Well?

"Surprisingly good," was his verdict. Would he be ordering another one when he finished this one? Yes. Would it be to spite Don? Only partially.

(Open Perk is open.)

ifwebeworthy

Don had skipped the gremlin Starbucks at the towerlet, hoping to avoid the onslaught of specialty fall beverages, but he still needed coffee, so he'd stopped in at the Perk, where...

"No, I don't want an apple crisp latte. I just want coffee! Who puts apples in coffee?...Sure, you drink coffee with pie, but...actually, do you have any pie?"

Now he wanted pie, and Thor was curious about the apple crisp latte. He should've gone to JGoB. Well, at least he had finally obtained a plain black coffee and a table to drink it at.

(Open Perk is open!)

the_best_sister

Yelena sat in the island's coffee house, her gaze fixed on the envelope the courier had just dropped off. Fanny lay under the table, her head resting comfortably on Yelena’s feet. The barista hadn’t been thrilled about having a dog in the Perk, but a generous tip and a few idle threats had quickly changed her mind. Yelena wasn’t entirely sure which tactic had worked better.

Her focus shifted back to the envelope with Melina’s handwriting scrawled across the front, immediately making her suspicious. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Melina—her adoptive mother just had a habit of taking liberties with Yelena’s life. She sipped her coffee, delaying the inevitable, but curiosity finally got the better of her.

She found a note on top:
"I know you hate surprises, but just go with it. Try not to roll your eyes or blow anything up. - M"

Yelena rolled her eyes anyway, but she unfolded the papers. The first document was a contract for a security job with—

“Stark Industries? Is she nuts?” Yelena muttered under her breath.

Then, she spotted the deed to a property.

“I own a freaking lighthouse?”

Yelena shook her head in disbelief and tossed the envelope on the table. A job with Stark Industries and a lighthouse—this was Melina’s idea of “laying low”? Yelena couldn’t help but laugh. Only Melina would think this was a normal next step.

She leaned back in her chair and sipped on her coffee, trying to wrap her mind around everything as she people watched.

[Open!]

stykera

According to coffee shops it was fall now.

The weather disagreed but the pumpkin spice was flowing.

Naturally Stark had a very large frozen PSL in front of him. Extra whipped cream, of course.

He also had his phone out and was looking at possible destinations for short trips. If it were winter he'd be looking only at warm locales but it wasn't and so things weren't so easily narrowed down.

[open for alien and PSL needs, obvs]

pocketpretzels

Having a perfectly serviceable coffee machine at home meant that strictly speaking, Watts didn't need to head to the Perk if he wanted a coffee-based beverage... unless, of course, he wanted something a little more involved than a basic cup of coffee.

Hence why he was now sat with a mocha and a blueberry muffin in a seat by the window, bent over his table as he worked on a Korean language workbook.

deathsmajesty

The Perk was having a special on something called 'boba tea' which had Liliana curious enough to go inside and try. There was a whole list of flavors and while she was tempted by the mango, there was no way she could pass up trying the brown sugar milk tea.

Settling in with her tea, Liliana pulled out her notebook and started making notes for potential classes for the fall. Did she want to teach? Take a semester off? Hard to say. But there were worse ways of figuring it out than sitting in a sunbeam, sipping tea and people watching.

shapethecentury

The weekend had passed Bucky by without incident. Granted, that was probably because he hadn't even been on the island for it, but still. Good thing. Especially considering the last time one of those weekends had rolled through town, he'd bolted his way all the way to Europe to not be found for over two years, so...

Yeah.

He was back now, though, from his much shorter off-island trip to see Steve and to remotely talk over some stuff with the Wakandans. He'd planned to just go straight home (or at least to MCA), but, well, he was still trying to give this normal humaning thing his best effort. Might as well drop by the coffee place and eat a little something while he was at it.

Someone from the staff carried his coffee and bagel to a table for him. He probably could have made it work on his own, but it was still... nice. Accepting the help.

Then he took a seat. Attempted to remember how humaning by himself at a coffee place was supposed to work.

... And got his phone out to only barely watch some Olympics coverage on it.

(On mute. He wasn't that much of a dick.)

[ooc: IDK. Open.]

somethingwithturquoise

Okay. So. She'd apparently somehow ended up taking over some other Summer's place in the multiverse for the weekend, and, god, she hoped it really was just a weekend because she missed her regular life where none of this weird other-dimension stuff happened except for tge rare occasional Loser Summer trying to take over her awesome existence.

Fine. It was fine. She just hopefully had to ride it put. In the meantime, she had to admit, this Summee didn't seem to have it all that bad. Cool apartment. Adorable cat. Some spending money...

And the coffee shop was pretty good, too, even if it wasn't a Starbucks. Because it wasn't a Starbucks? Whatever. Either way, she got something that was extremely froofy with just a hint of actual coffee flavor to UT and set up shop in a comfy chair, where she was also just texting Christina back home about this hopefully being over soon.

How she could still text her girlfriend from another dimension was not anything she cared to ever think about or figure out, thank you. This was more than enough sci-fi bullshit for this Summer Smith, and then some.

[[ I might disappear randomly due to *gestures*, but this post is most certainly open for all your coffee shop needs! ]]

wildgalegirl

There'd been a state dinner at the White House last night and Charlie'd had maybe a bit more to drink than he should have so he'd gone back to his desk outside the Oval Office to have some coffee before he headed home. He'd thought he must have fallen asleep at his desk - a more common happenstance than you might think - but he'd woken up in a dorm room. How he'd gotten there he had no idea, but he was going to blame Josh for it.

Luckily the woman who seemed to live there was nowhere to be seen. He did a little judicious snooping and couldn't find anything helpful except that a look out the window showed him he was not in DC. He'd tried to call Josh. And Toby. And C.J. And Sam. Nothing. Finally he took a deep breath and tried Leo.

Nothing.

He straightened his suit as best he could - and okay, he'd had a sliver of one of the pies in the frig, just because his stomach was growling so loudly it was embarassing.

The next order of business was coffee, so he'd made his way out into this odd little village and found a place called The Perk.

"Your largest coffee, please, just black, and one of those breakfast sandwiches." The barista looked a little oddly at his suit but before long he'd taken a seat only to get up again. "Is there a newspaper I could buy? .... What do you mean I can just look up the news on my cell phone?"

And why did he have this niggling urge to go buy new undewrwear?

Open coffeeshop is open!

weirderthanthou

It had taken Jesse some time to get her mind firmly back into the daily grind. If that's even what you could call it. She'd spent so much time these past two years trying to figure out where James was; now that was no longer part of her daily routine. It felt weird.

Weirder, still, was trying to track down a new entrance into the Oldest House. She hadn't spent enough time examining it at the time, but there had been something about that strangeness last semester that felt-- familiar.

Determined to dive into it, she picked up some old files from the Fandom archives in the morning and made it out to the Perk. There she sat, with her simple cup of coffee, piling through papers that got strewn with increasingly more chaos over her table.

[[ open ]]

fears_no_one

Flint would never tell anyone where he'd been the last two weeks, and he certainly wouldn't admit to having been a parrot because that was patentedly ridiculous, but suffice to say it had been a very trying fortnight and the coffee person (he absolutely refused to learn the term barista) was not making it better.

After a short, fierce argument about why Flint wouldn't be taking his fucking tea cold, the barista had gotten clever and assured Flint that he would love an iced chai latte in the summer!

Which led to this moment: Flint, seated at a table staring down his drink like it might poison him.

[OOC: Vacation over! Save me from the mountains of laundry I'm doing.]

knightinshinarmor

Remy had actually stayed on the island this weekend, but had still managed to spend it hiding away dealing with superhero shit.

He wasn't even on a team currently, how did the X-folk still have such a grip on him?

Anyway, he'd emerged finally this morning, gone for a rooftop walk, then dropped down to hit up the coffee shop for something iced.

He was from a literal swamp and even for him, this weather was hot, humid, and disgusting.

"And yet, still better than Antarctica."

[open! Distract me from work?]

endsthegame

With three children and a husband who was exploiting his return to Fandom in good style, Ender didn't have much time to go out and do much of anything by himself. He didn't mind, but after months, it was beginning to wear on him. And so, given the chance to get out of the apartment for an hour, he took it.

He pulled up a chair at the Perk, his simple black coffee in hand, and settled in. Looking out the window. Looking inside.

Watching the people move around, going about their lives.

[[ open, if sp ]]

okteiviakom

As Fandom was wont to do, it had grabbed Octavia and her partners at an unfortunate time. Nothing catastrophic, but awkward enough for Octavia in particular that she'd spent much of Saturday flinging messages and emails and calls around, because while long-standing experience said the island would return her where it'd found her come Monday morning, she really did need to be in Copenhagen and in her own time tomorrow. And if Fandom was going to fuck up those plans, she needed her people to be prepared with a plan B.

But most of that was settled, by now.

(Most.)

So Octavia had actually made it into town today, to grab a muffin and a coffee from the Perk, and then a seat by the window to people-watch.

... And look at her phone, too, sure. Although at least one of those times she did was so that she could send the guys a picture of the place. A little nostalgia hit, if you will.

[ooc: Open! With continued SP from me because whyyyy did I make Rl plans and get all tired this weekend why.]

deathsmajesty

Liliana's trips to the Perk had been generally curtailed by the summer workshops; while it was true that morning workshops required caffeine to get through them, that needed to be weighed against how much earlier she needed to rise if she actually wanted to get said caffeine. And since waking up earlier was almost never an option, the Perk had lost the battle most decisively.

But today, with no compelling place to be or time to be there, Liliana was happy to settle into a table, her coffee black with cinnamon syrup in it, nothing fancy, content to idly write notes for her class in between people watching.

[Open, of course!]

unusual_sith

It wasn't a bad day out, but Lana still was glad of the air conditioning in the Perk. And the coffee, of course. She had a large mocha with plenty of whipped cream, and a datapad from back home that she was using to try to wrangle agriculturalists and farmers that seemed to have different ideas on how to use the land on Odessen.

Force, she didn't know what half these plants even were!

That chocolate and whipped cream was desperately needed right now.

[Open post and coffee shop!]

weirderthanthou

After all the chaos of the past week, it felt like Jesse had been away from the island for ~~two years~~ ages. She was still finding it hard to settle back in - and helping James settle back in hadn't helped much with that.

But maybe a visit to the Perk would?

She exchanged three words with the barista, and shuffled over to the end of the counter to get her order. It arrived at least a full size bigger than expected. She blinked. "Uh, thanks?"

"That's for not being as much of a disaster as like seventy-five percent of the people who come through here," the barista sighed, and then shooed her away. She sat down in front of the big window with her drink, and contemplated that interaction.

"Huh."

[[ open! it is still too warm and now i have that one Control hiphop song stuck in my head ]]

totalwildcard

Some days you just woke up with an extra strong desire for coffee that your humble coffee machine at home just couldn't really sate. And that was what had Harley rushing into the Perk and right to the counter on that particular Thursday morning.

"Have you guys ever tried puttin' all your different special coffees together?" she asked the nearest barista, with her hands against the edge of said counter, leaning forward way too much. "Espresso, latte, supercalifragilisticexpialimocha, whatever you got, like, all into one thing of coffee?"

It was gonna take a while, because it was now an experiment!

An experiment where the result was going to be just a big thing of coffee with maybe a faint taste of milk in there, if you were being generous, but no one tell Harley that yet! No spoilers.

(open, duh)

sailor_meshi

Class last week had gotten Senshi interested in all of the various kinds of coffee available in this place. So with his gold - he still hadn't realized that there was a bank or even why there was a bank - he was once more in the store looking over his options. There were even more than Ignis (probably not a child?) had suggested with more toppings and options.

"Hmmm," he grunted. "I guess I'll try an iced latte and a hot one, just to see the difference."

Important science being done up here!

the_ghoul

The Ghoul had to admit, he had missed coffee. That had been one of the first things to go when the world went to shit -- real coffee. And it was one of the few things he could eat or drink that he could actually taste. So he was back at the Perk with Dogmeat, sitting at a table with the largest, blackest coffee they could get him.

He wondered if caffeine could even affect him anymore. There were a whole lotta other drugs fighting it in his system.

[open]

sword_chocobro

Since both he and Nell were pretty big on the whole cozy reading household that they'd cultivated together, Gladio didn't really make time to just grab a book, a couple of ridiculously sugary coffee drinks, and a table at the Perk a whole lot these days. But with Prompto and Ignis flitting off to various places this weekend, he had a Saturday morning pretty free from training and figured this would be a good time to revisit old habits.

So, with Memorial Day right around the corner, he had a book about some of America's military history and both a hot drink and a cold drink since he couldn't really decide between them, and he got comfortable in a seat to enjoy either a quiet morning reading or chatting up some other weekend early birds that might come through that morning.

[[ is work's current deadness luring me into a false sense of posting security? Maybe! Let's find out! Post is open for all your coffee needs! ]]

singlenakedwhat

Fandom really was proving itself to be a step up from previous small towns of Henry's acquaintance in that the best cup of coffee in town was not to be found at a shitty diner that was attempting to cash in on the all-day-breakfast craze with rubbery eggs and soggy hash browns, but some place called The Perkolator, that apparently everyone just referred to as The Perk.

Henry got herself a cup of coffee with her habitual three cream, three sugar, and settled down in a booth with her sketchbook, occasionally glancing out the window for inspiration.

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