[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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[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"I really hate cultural imperialism. I have no doubt that everyone thinks that their own way is the best way, but that gives them no right to inflict such things on others. You just - you can't do that. It's wrong. You can't force people to be enlightened, no matter how stupid they are."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, and all it does is end in bloodshed." She sighs.

"How are you doing otherwise?" She gives a glance to the French textbook he was carrying. "Learning French? Dare I ask why?" A sly grin, as she leans forward to rest her chin on the palm of her hand.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He runs his hands over his face, glad for this new topic.

"Mr. Hermes gave me a job. In France. So I am learning French. I hope."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

It's part of the reason she changed the topic, they both needed a subject change.

"Ah, Hermes." Her grin turns a bit more broad, rather than sly, "I'd think he's a nice fellow to work for. And that's quite a change from where you used to work--any clue what you'll be doing for him, yet?"

Somewhere in the back of her mind is an [mmm. Hermes.] moment, but it's impossible to see unless one knows her extraordinarily well.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"I shall be a mail room clerk. But I shall be a mail room clerk in France. I hope their Louvre is like our Louvre - it'd be shattering to get there and discover its got nothing but pictures of big-eyed children." He smiles.

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"Some things are generally universal, the Lourve is usually the Lourve regardless of where you go--although there's the occasional time where you'll run into a reality where it's architecturally reversed." Vague... gesture with one hand to somehow emphasize this.

"But ah, Paris," She says it 'par-ree', "Somewhere I haven't been in ages, perhaps I ought to go back at some point. It's a lovely city."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad to hear that. I figure if nothing else, I'll have a wonderful time just walking around looking at buildings. I love looking at architecture. And this will be really great architecture."

He actually grins. "You can come visit me in my garret when I've settled in? I promise you the finest substandard wine and pasta."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

Altalita nods, "Indeed, it's all wonderful to sightsee, especially if you've never been."

And that earns an amused chuckle, "We shall see on that, Mr. Green." He gets a bit of a flirtatious wink from our dear Ms. Bastion. "Although I might show you a few of the more finer restaurants while I'm there."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"I'm looking forward to it. I think I could loose myself in the art there forever."

He chuckles, then reddens at the wink. Unfair, Lita, flirting with him!

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

But that's why she flirts! The reactions, man! The reactions! It's fun.

Altalita beams at the blush, "I've never really had any sort of artistic talent like that, myself, so it's always fascinating to see how others with it go."

"It's certainly different from Tokyo, I'll give it that much."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

The beaming only makes him redden more. He ducks his head. "I have a little talent, but only at sculpture and scientific drawing. As soon as I have to draw something moving - it just doesn't work. I really envy artists."

"Do you spend a lot of time in Tokyo?"

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"I live there." She beams, "It's a fascinating place, always so busy, and a bit crowded, but it's certainly home to me."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"I've heard its a beautiful place. Very crowded, but absolutely amazing. And with more people than I've ever seen, all in one city, usually all going to the same place you are."

He looks a bit enchanted by the idea. And nevermind his thing about crowds.

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, you're never alone in that city at any rate." She sips her drink, leaning back. "It's fascinating to see what all types of people there are, where they're going, and what they might be planning for the day."

A beat, "I suppose that's one of the reasons I find the Nexus so fascinating. All the different sorts." She grins, amused by this revelation. Although it's one thing she knew already. Like many things.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes. That's why I love it here so much. I'd be back for the food anyway, but the people - gosh, they're so great. Most of them, at least. But there's always going to be unlikeable people in any group, and they are the minority anyway." He grins back at her, then sips his coffee.

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"The food," She holds up her slightly-spiked Raktajino, "And the drinks, for me."

"But, it's mostly the people that bring me back as well. One can't be a social butterfly" see what she did there? "of my magnitude without coming to a place like this." She beams.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He giggles. "The food and the drinks and the air. And the water. My tox levels are way down - I had to tell them that I've been on a clean foods kick when I went in for my monthly exam."

"And, yes, the social butterflying is great."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

She beams, "Which means the Nexus is clearly good for you, eh?" She grins slyly at him again.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes, it's been very good for me. I think I was going a little crazy before I got here. Its..such a relief to just be myself."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"It's always good to be yourself whenever you can. Especially when you find a place of people that like it, hm? Or accept it as normal, at any rate." She grins, "Between the Sparks, Mad Scientists, mutants, cyborgs and what have you, you're normal."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Yes, that'd certainly explain the startled looks and the 'gosh, I've never heard of that' he gets when he explains what he can do.

But he smiles. "I suppose so. When everyone's different, everybody is the same."

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

Try having to be cryptic about it, or not being able to say everything.

She beams at him, sipping her Klingon Coffee, "Precisely that, in fact."

Altalita watches him for a few long moments, the next thing she asks is more quiet, a bit more personal a question. Despite popular belief, Altalita knows when she needs to use restraint (that, and she likes Metody. He's made of cute). "Are you alright, Metody? You look as if you haven't slept particularly well."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Really, he tries not to say everything. And most people never consider that a man who can change the shape of bones and make them move on their own is a man who can kill very effectively.

Speaking of which.

"I have bad dreams." And bad thoughts, sitting at night with nothing to do.

[im2sexy4mysnark.livejournal.com]

"Hm." Her eyes go back to the cup of coffee in her hands, then the one in his. And then she makes eye contact again, "What sorts of bad dreams?"

Dreams, too, like Words, are Important.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

"Dreams about ....mmn. Consequences. Pendulums swinging - push them and they will always return. Bones. Being trapped in flesh, thick and smothering and swimming in the grease and foulness all flesh sheds, feeling the muscles squirm against me. Dying. Loosing colors, music, tastes, touch - loosing myself. Crying green leaves. Braiding new flesh from stones and sea foam, tiling it in chips of frost, crowning myself with my own decayed heart strung along wire."

"Responsibility."