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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
[ So naive, so cheerful and yet... ]
One of them is mine.
[ She doesn't intend to be unnecessarily cruel, but she can't be certain of your intentions just yet. ]
Tesla. Dirac. Kafka.
[ The cup of coffee continues to waft smoke in between them, rapidly cooling down into a thick sludge. ]
no subject
...Miss Kafka.
[She thinks; she's still not one hundred percent positive that her memory is accurate.]
no subject
[ She got it right. Which means its time to fish for more questions. ]
Miss Kafka indeed... do you know where you are? Do you know where your companions are?
[ Idly, she starts stirring the cup of coffee between them, even though it is pretty viscous at this point. ]
no subject
[March trails off. She knows where some of her companions are, but not nearly all of them.]
...not all of them. And where we are is as good your guess as mine.
no subject
[ Kafka turns around to face one of the decaying posters on the back, running a gloved finger over the edge. ]
I have no script to follow here. You may call on my assistance, but there is a price if you do so.
[ She's feeling generous, and showing her back to March is pretty much a sign of, I have no fight with you or your friends here. ]
no subject
[She doesn't have a script, either. It's just a matter of figuring things out.]