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glykia2024-02-17 06:49 pm
flashiness) wrote in glykia2024-02-17 06:49 pm
01 / action
1. Galaxydeer Coffee
[ Kafka is decidedly neutral on coffee, but she looks perfectly composed as she has somehow managed to get one of the espresso machines working with the ancient beans. No, she's not drinking it - but she's offering it to any poor sap who wants it in exchange for information. Or just trade for something, she's not running a charity here.
Behind the counter, Kafka's presence alluring - because despite the sinking floor, the decay and the sand that has filtered in, she's managed to make this corner of normalcy to the the newcomers. Coffee wafts from the wheezing espresso machine behind her, a cup radiating heat into the gloom on the counter in front of her..
But should you trust the strange lady making coffee that she isn't partaking in? ]
2. Daybreak District
[ In an entirely different building to her assigned one, Kafka has artfully decorated the previously empty place with the spoils of the coffee shop and local market. It seems that she has taken this as an office - separation of home and work, you understand. Who knows what manner of convincing Kafka did to make the poor locals carry everything for her. The "office" is the least office looking space, with a recently pilfered linoleum floor, a poster for some movie from the 2000s featuring a flexible man, rickety looking sun loungers, a plotting table and an ominous couch in the corner.
She hums to herself as she contents with busywork. If you try sneaking in, Kafka doesn't turn around but instead says to whoever enters. ]
If you're coming in without knocking, have the courtesy to bring a housewarming gift. I don't mind your presence otherwise.
3. Anything
[ anything not covered here idk ]
[ Kafka is decidedly neutral on coffee, but she looks perfectly composed as she has somehow managed to get one of the espresso machines working with the ancient beans. No, she's not drinking it - but she's offering it to any poor sap who wants it in exchange for information. Or just trade for something, she's not running a charity here.
Behind the counter, Kafka's presence alluring - because despite the sinking floor, the decay and the sand that has filtered in, she's managed to make this corner of normalcy to the the newcomers. Coffee wafts from the wheezing espresso machine behind her, a cup radiating heat into the gloom on the counter in front of her..
But should you trust the strange lady making coffee that she isn't partaking in? ]
2. Daybreak District
[ In an entirely different building to her assigned one, Kafka has artfully decorated the previously empty place with the spoils of the coffee shop and local market. It seems that she has taken this as an office - separation of home and work, you understand. Who knows what manner of convincing Kafka did to make the poor locals carry everything for her. The "office" is the least office looking space, with a recently pilfered linoleum floor, a poster for some movie from the 2000s featuring a flexible man, rickety looking sun loungers, a plotting table and an ominous couch in the corner.
She hums to herself as she contents with busywork. If you try sneaking in, Kafka doesn't turn around but instead says to whoever enters. ]
If you're coming in without knocking, have the courtesy to bring a housewarming gift. I don't mind your presence otherwise.
3. Anything
[ anything not covered here idk ]
no subject
[ She looks over the supplies. She's not gonna ask how or who he shook down for these. ]
I'm glad you've still got your senses, as far away as we are from what we normally do.
[ He hasn't needed her sexy voice yet, so she's taking that as a win. ]
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They feel still today.
[ His memories, he means. Ripples are fine, but when waves happen, that's the Mara. But there are none right now.
He's missing a few rocks to tumble into the sea, but he doesn't realize that. ]
Is this something you'd warn the locals of, so they contact you faster? Or are expecting to be able to intervene more swiftly with the more free time you have.
[ The former would not actually bother him, as humbling as it would be. They can't just jump off roofs to escape, so their presence does more than linger.
Heck, coffee. The scent is strong enough to get past some remaining sensory deprivation. ]
no subject
[ Yes, that means that she can intervene more swiftly. She's literally going to be sitting here drinking margaritas and gossiping with Silver Wolf. ]
no subject
It's an illusion of choice.
[ Her voice stops him and a bit more if necessary to keep him functioning. ]
I can take care of myself and not draw suspicion, unless you want to overextend your ability.
[ Something like, "Bladie, clean up the office with a cat headband". He's setting down the crate on her desk for her to figure out. ]
no subject
My my, what's this Bladie?
[ Kafka wanders to the table where she gingerly takes his hand before he has a chance to walk off. ]
Are you concerned, especially since he is here?
no subject
No.
[ For what he worries about inconveniencing them because violence cannot fix these things and it means a tighter leash...
His hand in Kafka's twitches. "He"... Blade tries to remember, and only gets a vacant feeling, surrounded by twisted joy and pain together... ]
However, whoever you speak of... I cannot put a name or face to him. What I remember...
[ Gets him what may be a headache because trying to remember with a bit more effort is a mistake. Not a fun kind of ache as he takes his hand back to rub his temple. ]