[Open Thread] - Coffee Shops and the People Who Go to Them

[im2sexy4mysnark]

The Sanctuary is not the only place Altalita Bastion haunts. In fact, she has several in the Nexus that she regularly passes through.

One such place is the True and Brew Coffee Shop in the Nexus. Inside the AVF, and far enough away from any of the fighting, that it wouldn't be much of a bother. It's also far enough away from her Nexus Shop to, you know, be somewhere different.

And so, she sits in the outside Café, with a hot cup of slightly spiked Joe, with her white and pink iFate laptop out and checking various daily events throughout several worlds and the Nexus itself. She's wearing another one of her sort of elaborate outfits, although today involves pants and high boots, and a loose top with her preferred billowy sleeves. Her hair is up in a high ponytail with several strands of it over her shoulders, and several beads to hold it this way.

Of course, knowing how much of a social butterfly our dear Ms. Bastion is, she likely not to mind any sort of company!

((Open post! Anyone can meet her, and individual threads are treated as separate events so we have no clashes between folks, two people can meet her at the same time, and not meet each other through virtue of Weird Nexus Time!))

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[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, I think leaning forward would be a mercy, myself." The grin's pretty much evident in her voice as much as it is on her face.

Note that she hasn't yet, because he hasn't raised his head again. Perhaps implied incentive?

"And how regular is regular, sweet?"

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Not if it fuses my tired, tired brain. I sleep on a regular basis, like clockwork." All the truth!

"Besides. 'S like looking into the heart of the sun. Too much can blind a man!"

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"Moi," hand to chest, "blind a man?" She blinks innocently, "Now I wouldn't do that."

A beat, "Or am I just that hot?" Ow, 'Lita. "And I want specifics, Mr. Green." Stern'Lita is Stern.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He lifts his eyes. "Specifics on hotness? Like the core of the sun, like the flash of light through ice where there is only that instant of heat and then not-heat, like the friction of a waterfall against stone, maddening, elusive, impossible not to think about once you know it's there."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

She chuckles at him, and now she leans forward.

"You know what I meant, sweet. About sleeping."

Oh she is so cruel.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Can't talk, brained stop."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

She pats him on the cheek lightly, "Now now, I'm sure you can think when faced with distraction."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Apparently not. He does look rather glazed.

Its tough when you're already on limited brainpower and someone goes and is all jiggly at you.

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

Cue the overdramatic sigh and equally overdramatic slumping of her shoulders as she leans backward in the chair.

For the record, things weren't that jiggly, she is wearing a bra, thanks. With those, she has to.

"Now, how much have you been sleeping, Metody?" She sips her coffee.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Jiggly is jiggly!

"Whenever I can't stay up anymore." He sits up, but only so he can drink more coffee. "I should just take pills, but I hate to take them. And they're hard to calculate."