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Right. Continue as you meant to go on. Jon had spent much of the last few weeks holed up in his flat, cuddling Issa (who was about fed up with it now) and feeling sorry for himself for spending the holidays alone. That was enough of that.

Last night he'd made it to the party and actually talked to people, and today he was up early, dressed, laundry and cleaning done, and at the Perk.

And eyeing the drink the barista had given him a little skeptically. "Are you sure - I mean, I don't usually drink coffee if I can help it..."

"Pretty sure this barely counts as coffee. Just try it."

He did, albeit tentatively, and frowned. "I don't even taste any coffee."

She gave him a thumbs up and went to make the next person's drink.

Jon shrugged and sat down with his very much not tea (and not appreciably coffee, either) and a book.

[Open Perk!]

sword_chocobro

Being as busy as he'd been helping out getting everything ready for winter over at Soulwood and all the usual trainings and other holiday things, Gladio hadn't had a whole lot of free time on his hands lately. But he knew exactly what he was going to do with the afternoon he'd discovered wide open that Sunday, something he hadn't had a chance to do much of at all lately: head down to the Perk for a nice drink, a baked treat, and a good book.

The treat was a cranberry orange muffin, the book had far fewer actual battles than the title might suggest but was still pretty interesting, and....well, he couldn't decide on seasonal drinks, so he had one peppermint mocha and one gingerbread latte, both of them large and both of them definitely going to be enjoyed before he headed back home again.

Sure, there was a distinct lack of Nells and kittens to snuggle up against him here at the Perk, but he really did miss when he did this more regularly.

[[ rare quiet Sunday shift? Let's find out! Post is definitely open~ ]]

suitably_heroic

The clopping at the Perk was kind of distracting, in that fuzzy, familiar way that let Jack know immediately that he was--

Well, not home. But somewhere he'd lived for a very long time.

He didn't have any particular goal in coming here - unless you counted the big sugary coffee that he picked up at the counter - but it felt like... a healthy thing to do? A way to stretch his limbs, after months confined to the same place? He sat down at a seat by the window, mainly just to people watch. See how many people had gotten hit by this particular brand of Fandom whimsy.

He'd probably be heading home again in a couple of hours. But for now, he was here, and his head was strangely, comfortably quiet.

[[ open ]]

thatwaslucky

Maybe it was because she'd been alone today before now, but Rey had made it to the Peek without incident. She'd ordered her drink without a problem.

But she'd just sat down at her table when the mistletoe started its thing, and she was glad she had a to go cup or the coffee would have gone everywhere.

The barista who'd made her drink kind of shrugged like she'd been dealing with this all day but hey, she was open. Rey was ignoring them both.

[Bored! Open!]

solo_sword

The kids were doing their tutoring, so Jaina had spent the morning training and then come to the Perk to wait out the rest of the time. Luckily they were better kids than she and her brothers had been, and she could trust that they wouldn't get into any trouble while they had holographic supervision. She got her drink, found a table, and sat down with a datapad.

And had to keep using the Force to push the strings of Christmas lights away. She was not in the mood for this. She was never in the mood for this.

[Open!]

joan_of_bark

It had been a while since Pam had come here, hadn't it? In the hectic blur that had been-- the past five months or so, she'd almost forgotten about the world outside of her work. But sometimes it was good, to rejoin the flow of life, to sit in a little corner with a little cup of something, watching humanity thrive around her.

It was good to remember there was more to life than work, than the Green, than great forces moving against each other for the sake of the planet and the endless business of coaxing the soil back to life.

It had been a while since Pam had come here, but that didn't stop the staff of the Perk from immediately scurrying to the back to find the sustainably-sourced coffee beans. "Would you like a pastry with that? We have an almond croissant that's delicious and vegan!"

Pam thought about bees.

Pam thought about groundwater.

Pam thought about the scurrying.

She smiled as pleasantly as she could. "Sadly, I'm not vegan, and not hungry," she said. "But thank you for offering."

She took her coffee and walked to the corner, where she sat down to sip her coffee and people-watch. The staff-- watched her curiously (and with only a little fear) from the counter.

[[ open ]]

hasaknightjob

A feeling Marc was going to chalk up to restlessness had him doing a walk around the island with no particular goal in mind other than to walk around the island.

Once the path brought him by the Perk, he figured what the hell. Grab a coffee and maybe a box of something to leave in the boarding house kitchen for whoever wanted anything.

Marc wasn't examining that instinct too closely either.

(Obviously he would get something for Watts and Steven too. That part went without saying.)

He was in no rush, though, so he grabbed a coffee and a muffin for himself and took a seat at a table by the windows. Then, long as he was taking a load off, he got out his phone to text Crawley to see how things were back home.

[open]

solo_sword

The kids were at tutoring, and had been to the gym for training, run errands, and she still had time before she had to get back. She could waste some time at the Perk, then, checking news from home on her datapad.

She also spotted that one of the baristas kept staring at her, but anytime she'd look up, the barista quickly looked busy. It wasn't making her self-conscious, but she was kind of counting down to when she finally asked what was up.

[Open!]

mustbeawitch

Yes, yes, all right, the coffee shop was not necessarily what one thought of when one thought of 'supper.' But they did serve food, and Lydia was committed to hitting all of the island's eateries, in the name of fairness, so here they were.

Look, if you were that worried about it you could order decaf.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! The Perk is open!

even_bigger_teeth

Luma was curled up in a comfortable chair, with a book in her hands and a pumpkin spice latte on the side table. She'd had one for the first time a few days ago, and found herself craving more, especially as the days began to cool down.

Despite that craving, however(my God, what did they put in them???), her was currently sitting there mostly untouched, her attention snagged by the pages of her book and the absolutely devastating story being laid out in those words. It had everything she loved: a dark and gloomy setting, a tragic heroine, a sense of dread and foreboding and hopelessness...so far very good. She hoped they didn't ruin it in the end by not having the terrible love interest meet a horrible end by its finale, though.

But she wouldn't know until she got there, and she was making swift progress toward finding out.

[[ open! Now that I've posted, wat h work explode 🙄 ]]

knightinshinarmor

Remy had just returned to the island after dealing with some ~~handwavily and non-canon~~ mutant crisis in his universe.

There was always another mutant crisis. He tried to stay optimistic, but it was tough when there was always another mutant crisis.

Anyway, it was a groggy and sleep deprived and somewhat battered Remy who found his way to the coffee shop for a caffeine infusion before heading home to see to his cats.

"If you got anything chicory, that'd be great," he said. "Otherwise -- large, hot, strong, and keep it coming." His eyes landed on the pastry case. ". . . And the largest chocolate chip muffin you got."

Once he had his order, he slouched into a seat near the window to watch the island go by.

[open! With a touch of minor method RP -- how is there ALWAYS another crisis?]

totalwildcard

Harley was pretty focused on her phone as she breezed into the Perk. Luckily, however, the baristas saw her coming and started dumping way too much pumpkin spice syrup into a cup before she even made it to the counter. Which was great! Because it didn't interfere with her texting Cass which in turn saved the staff from her attention!

The kid had ended up leaving the island on Saturday night, citing 'quirky quaint small town poisoning'. She had seemed kind of downcast, or something, before she'd gone so now Harley was checking in to make sure she hadn't actually contracted some kind of nasty small town bug her street tough insides weren't handling well.

Which Cass was assuring her wasn't the case, and also something about how Harley needed to not be so graphic about taking stabs at guessing her possible poisoning symptoms? Pfft.

Anyway, by the time Harley made it to a table by the window with her terrifying personalized version of a PSL, she had already moved on to splitting her attention between the texting and trying to figure out if she could get the calendar app to start giving her notifs about certain sets of holidays in the future. In a moment, she might also introduce people watching into the attention mix? And actually drinking her coffee?

Eventually!

(open!)

thatwaslucky

It was, in fact, National Coffee Day, which Rey didn't know when she went to the Perk after class, her hair still damp. They were pretty effusive about the specials and somehow she where up with two large coffees (not a venti, they didn't like when you called it a venti), which there was no way she was going to finish. But she was also going to sit here and try and make a dent in one so she didn't have to carry them both around if she didn't have to. Or someone could take the extra off her hands. Whatever.

One of the baristas also seemed to maybe be hacking a bit of a quiet meltdown at her coworker about the weekend, but Rey was trying really hard not to listen to that.

[Easy workday! Open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Sometimes, it was the little things you missed. Like sitting in a coffee shop with your laptop working on some business stuff, because, yes, there were coffee shops on Ravnica, but did you think Summer wanted to deal with having to explain to people about laptops? Especially with the Izzet League around? That was a can of worms she was only going to open in the case of a dire dead battery situation (and, yes, she had a contingency plan in place for exactly that occurrence).

But while she was in Fandom for her class, she didn't have to worry about that at all! And she did still have a business here to keep an eye on, too, although, let's be honest, T&C definitely always managed to take care of itself even without anyone to manage it. But it was good to keep Apu and Prompto and the cheese panda on their toes and to remind them that she was still signing their checks.

Also? PSL. Come on.

Which also....she might not be ready to deal with poisoning the well with laptop technology, but pumpkin spice, on the other hand...She could put in a few orders through the shop today, and, if she did decide to stick around for Parents' Weekend, it could get here by Monday and she wouldn't even have to deal with any extra portals!

Ugh! Why was she just so good at this???

[[ I'm likely going to be SLOW due to work, but post is absolutely open for all your perkly needs! ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don really wasn't sure what to make of all this.

On the one hand, he could understand it. Animal representations of people's souls were appearing. Humans were animals, if higher-order ones. He was intrinsically linked to Thor's soul, and Thor was a higher-order being than a human. Don even had his own daemon, currently crawling on the sugar packets and decrying artificial sweeteners, so it wasn't as if the universe was treating him as less.

On the other hand...

Thor sat down across the table and slid Don's drink toward him.

"It won't last," Don told him. One of them would snap back to the void eventually.

"No," Thor agreed. "If the pattern holds, this may be the last day. Perhaps tomorrow. But that does not mean we cannot enjoy it while we can. Drink your coffee."

Don picked his coffee up and took a sip.

Apple.

He raised one eyebrow at Thor, and Thor just smiled at him.

(Open Perk is open!)

hasaknightjob

Steven decided to get a treat of a drink and some snacks to go with the strange day. He worried about going into the Perk with an African Wild Dog and a falcon following him. But then it turned out the people working there had their own collection of animals so rules about such things were relaxed at the moment.

Made for an interesting topic of conversation, though, so took a while for Steven to get an order together. Moreso than any usual distractions he might have.

[open like a Perk post]

totalwildcard

"Okay but how 'bout ya put more pumpkin in it?"

"Okay but even more?"

"But even more more?"

"More more mo--"

Hi, yes, Harley was holding at least one barista hostage with the order she was attempting to make. Sometimes you just had to! While leaning way too far over the counter while she did it, too.

Someone come save the barista. Or possibly Harley, depending on how (much more) annoying she got before her latte would be deemed complete.

(open with some slow)

stringstothesoul

Erasmus had received a slip letting him know he had a package to pick up at the post office that morning, so he'd gone to get it after his class. Sadly, it didn't include even a prototype 'try this and tell me what happens' charm to try to block the Chain Veil (his father was working on it; Erasmus really hoped he was sleeping at some point), but it did contain a full restock and then some on pain charms, which was great considering he had another date with a migraine scheduled for Thursday.

He wasn't worrying about that until Thursday.

After the post office, he'd decided to stop by the coffee shop, where he had continued to fail in obtaining sweet tea. Instead, after a very confusing conversation with the worker at the register, he'd ended up with an iced pumpkin spice latte, which was...well, he had been trying to get something iced. He'd give them that.

"I'm just gonna have to make my own tea, ain't I?" he muttered, and took a sip of his coffee. It wasn't bad.

(Open Perk is open!)

ifwebeworthy

Don wasn't disappointed that the gremlin Starbucks in Stark Tower didn't have that apple coffee from last year. Don't be silly. Okay, yes, he was rather partial to apples for reasons he chose to leave unexamined, but apple coffee? Weird. He definitely hadn't come to the Perk hoping they still had apple coffee, and for sure wasn't mildly sulking over the pumpkin spice latte he'd allowed himself to be talked into.

Really. He swore.

(Open Perk is open!)

intheeyeofthebeholding

After class, Jon had decided on a cup of tea, and had headed to the Perk for that and a bit of time sat at a table going over notes from class and deciding on what to cover.

So now he was sitting at a table and wondering if he ought to be covering more actually-existing creatures. Except that did run the risk of actual trauma, which he was trying to avoid...

But what if Bigfoot triggered some trauma in one of his students? You never knew!

In between gnawing on his pen and jotting down notes, Jon was also people-watching. A surprising number of people seemed to be licking their lips today. Odd.

Open post!

throughaphase

The employees at the Perk reeeeally wanted to make sure you know it was pumpkin spice latte season. There were several ads. There was a life si3 (for a human) cardboard cutout of a PSL. Someone had stuck a scarecrow in the corner with a cup in its hand, which, calm down, it was t even Labor Day yet.

And boy, did they not expect anybody to order a regular iced mocha.

Kitty got her drink, took her seat, and tried to ignore the judgmental and confused glances from the workers. She even got up to move to the other side of her table so they could at least be confused at her back.

[It's been too quiet. Open!]

suitably_heroic

The first call came right as Jack was halfway into a Henley (in which he got stuck for an embarrassing thirty seconds, by which time the phone had stopped ringing). The second came as he was digging around for his keycard at the hotel desk (and then dropped it in his effort to get to his phone). The third followed right in the middle of his conversation with the barista at the Perk about the exact amount of sugar to dump into his giant coffee, which was now more sugar than caffeine.

And the fourth, the one he actually managed to pick up in time? Came while he was walking to a table with said very big, very hot coffee in hand.

"Rand," he managed.

"Trent bought a van!"

He was silent for a moment.

"Dane," he said, enunciating very clearly, "This could have been a text."

"Sorry!"

He sank down into a seat and immediately spilled sugar-coffee on his shirt. Sigh.

[[ open ]]

pocketpretzels

With Marc off taking care of business in London (exactly what business, Watts didn't ask and Marc didn't offer, beyond letting him know he'd text Watts if it took longer than originally anticipated), the house was quieter than usual. Which perhaps explained why Watts was currently at the Perk, notebook open and Polish dictionary in hand as he worked through some language lessons on his mobile telephone, pausing occasionally to take a sip of his mocha or to put on headphones and listen to an audio clip.

Ooh, was that a half-eaten danish the patrons at the next table over had left behind? Watts leaned over to snag it before the staff could come by to tidy the table and toss out a perfectly good snack.

[ooc: open, of course.]

ifwebeworthy

Thor was in a celebratory mood for no particular reason that involved pelting Tony Stark with paint balloons, and thus felt like treating himself to a latte and a pastry. Perhaps two pastries. He was a big god, after all.

"Do you want anything while we are here?" he asked the inside of his cup before taking a sip.

Let me get back to you on that, Don said, and his spirit wandered over to inspect the pastry case. Thor wondered if he would feel it if he tried to go any further, and then he shrugged off such weighty metaphysical matters and dedicated his attention to his almond croissant.

(Open!)

joan_of_bark

A call to Janet that morning hadn't brought Pam the news she'd wanted; her Harley still wasn't home. Between that and the more recent, vivid memories of a crying Harley on her doorstep, a hint of concern was starting to creep in.

"Harley can handle herself," she muttered to herself, as she shuffled up to the counter at the Perk. She didn't come here often, but right now she needed something. "I want a--"

The barista took one look at her face and said, "We'll get the special coffee from the back."

"'Special coffee'," Pam muttered, watching her flee. "It's not 'special', it's just not murder coffee." Did she need to have the biodiversity talk with the staff again? Maybe she did.

[[ open ]]

Current Music: 'Boys Wanna Fight', Garbage

hasaknightjob

Marc had gone for a walk around the island just to get some movement in. Or that was the reason he told himself. Maybe there was other motivation but nothing he was letting near his conscious thoughts.

Before he headed back he decided to hit the Perk. Coffee for himself, stuff for back home. Not for any particular reason. Or again no reason he was telling himself. At best it was him noticing Illyana had dropped off her usual deliveries and he was feeling inspired.

Of course the replenishment of the vodka stash - which he hadn't made use of yet, just noted and moved a fresh bottle into the freezer of the mini fridge in his office - could just mean getting something for Illyana. But for whatever reason he was thinking about the other residents too.

Nothing he was examining too closely.

The problem was that Steven was the one who remembered crap like preferences and diet. Marc could ask Steven, but doing so felt like cheating. So here Marc was trying to remember.

Watts and Steven were easy, Marc knew their preferences on enough things. Illyana was chocolate donuts (you remembered when it was the person who kept you in good vodka and pastrami). Arden was... not poultry? Which Marc remembered because Watts had just done that radio about her being a bird? But was that even relevant when far as Marc knew there was no such thing as a chicken cupcake?

Yeah, got a little harder as he went down the list. Which was why he was in front of the counter, not in line yet, and studying the selection like it was a text he couldn't translate.

[open!]

even_bigger_teeth

If it weren't so dang hot out, Luma might have been inclined to go on a nice run today. She was feeling pretty restless, though, and unwilling to just stay inside, so she figured it would be a good idea to grab some new book she'd picked up recently that sounded promising and head to the Perk for one of those yummy blended coffee drinks, and a cinnamon roll, too.

Oooh, or perhaps one of those berry tarts!

No, no. The cinnamon roll.

But those tarts...

...clearly, she was getting both. She could practically burn it all off just by transforming a few times, anyway, really...

[[ and open, of course! ]]

totalwildcard

There was a hyena lounging right outside the Perk, with a big thing of water in front of him.

Bruce wasn't blocking the door, although he was probably going to be eyeing anyone who entered (or attempted to enter) with some interest. But like, just interest! Unless, you know, you decided to start openly acting threatening towards him or his Harley. So, maybe don't?

Anyway, Harley herself was inside the coffee place, ordering a giant thing of iced coffee with every possible alteration and add-in that she thought would make it the best iced coffee drink of the day, maybe even the week. Hey, she'd acquiesced to the staff's request to leave Brucey outside - even though he was the bestest boy, yes he was! - so the least they could do in return was humor her ridiculous order.

(open, if you wanna brave the hyena, who is actually a very good boy!)

suitably_heroic

You know, in spite of all of Jack's concerns and trepidation, the past week had actually been pretty good. Not just the weekend - a show in England, followed by seeing the show in England, he was pretty sure getting everyone in to that had earned him points for life - but even all the stuff back home before it.

And then he'd decided to take a quick trip over to the island to check on things. Maybe run a cheap load of laundry. Except that hadn't worked, so now he was stuck with a hotel room full of dirty t-shirts and a sense of impending dread.

"Are you sure you need caffeine right now?" the barista asked him, as she shoved his giant coffee in his direction.

"I think caffeine is at the top of my pyramid of needs right now," Jack informed her. "... Or, wait, isn't that the bottom? How does that thing work anyway?"

"Please just go drink your coffee."

"Ugh," Jack muttered, glancing down at his shiny new Black Sabbath t-shirt. "How does this already have a stain on it?!"

[[ open ]]

even_bigger_teeth

Luma's search of the island for a Boc-scented tree had turned up futile, which made her equal parts frustrated and sad, especially since, when she told Eleanor, her sister was just sort of apathetic about ot all, saying that sometimes around here, people just did that, leaving unexpectedly. She'd had it happen before, with classmates, roommates, friends...

But Luma had never dealt with loss well. She'd always had so little, and yet still had lost so much. Arthur, Rhys, her father, grandparents, even Eleanor (especially Eleanor)...so while she and Boc hadn't been all that really close, it still felt like a deep cut, leaving her feeling....anxious. And angry. Inconsolable. All sorts of things she never really learned how to handle well.

The forlorn howling late a night from the woods, then, could be traced back to her, and she'd slept in late,only to drag herself out for at least one modern thing the island had to offer her to make her feel a little bit better, even if momentarily: a big blended mocha frappicinno from the Perk, and a big sticky cinnamon roll to go along with it.

It was only helping marginally, but it would just have to do, for now.

[[ open, of course! ]]

solo_sword

Jaina had mixed feelings about the fact that they were still here. She didn't mind it. The kids were having fun, Jag wasn't as stressed, she didn't have to deal with the Empire. But this wasn't normal life, either.

Plus there was still a threat out there, and Jaina wasn't getting annoyed that she wasn't aware of any progress on that. Maybe she needed to make a visit. If she was the target of anything, good luck to them, so she wasn't worried about that. And in the meantime she'd take some time at a table with coffee and a datapad to check over some reports on what was going on over there.

[Open!]

heroic_jawline

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.

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