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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 ]
1
He enters the area with the careful steps of a skilled warrior. For all he knows, there may be hostile enemies (he didn't detect anything, yet?) or strange traps. Instead, he find a woman behind a counter. His eyes spy a strange machine behind her, while there's a steaming cup of liquid in front of her.
In the middle of this desolate, ruined building, she really stands out. Kunihiro slowly walks over, giving her a curious look from underneath his tattered looking (yet intact) cloak.]
Do you... work here?
[Well, it's a valid question!!!]
no subject
[ She repeats, trying to make herself seem as small as possible in her coat, matching the demeanour of the strange man in front of her. ]
"Has anyone ever worked here?"
[ Looking as relaxed as always, Kafka leans on the counter as she stirs the spoon in the coffee. ]
Or am I just roleplaying?