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maskormenacelogs2015-02-12 10:01 am
stellen) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-02-12 10:01 am
[OPEN] I just met you, and you're in training
WHO: John Reese & whoever stops by to torture him
WHERE: "The Grind", a coffee shop near the porter in De Chima
WHEN: From 6am-3pm today
WHAT: John's first day on the job as the worst barista in history
WARNINGS: Terrible customer service & possible violence
Conveniently located at the edge of downtown near the military base and porter, The Grind is your typical De Chima coffee shop and one of five shops sprinkled across the city. It caters to busy, important people going about their busy, important lives and offers quick service and a wide variety of hot drinks and gourmet pastries.
The atmosphere is young and cautiously trendy. Popular, but not overplayed songs on a carefully curated playlist create a mellow yet funky mood. It invites people to bring their computers and pretend to work, gossip with friends over a pretentious cup or simply pay too much for a croissant and be on their way.
The staff are bright, youthful and used to dealing with the steady flow of students, doctors and lawyers that make up the neighbourhood. They memorize your overly complicated drinks, do their best to pretend they care about your day and might even know you by name- they'll ask for it if they don't. Because you're a customer, not a number.
At least, most of the staff.
There's one barista that just doesn't seem to fit in. It could be that he's twenty-five years older and a foot taller than the girl at the cash register, or maybe just because he sucks at his job. He wears a bright gold tag that says 'TRAINING' right over the one that says 'John' with a drawn-on smiley face.
He screws up every drink. He wipes down the tables half-assedly and sweeps without even looking at the floor. He barely fits behind the counter and he keeps hitting his head on hanging light fixtures and bumping into people. He'll write your name down wrong, or replace it with 'glasses' or 'woman with baby'. When he says "Have a nice day" he does it with a frayed, empty sort of smile that might make you reconsider showing your face this side of town ever again.
He's too big, too old and too haggard to be doing what he's doing and he hates every minute of it, but for one reason or another he's still there- and he's your barista.
WHERE: "The Grind", a coffee shop near the porter in De Chima
WHEN: From 6am-3pm today
WHAT: John's first day on the job as the worst barista in history
WARNINGS: Terrible customer service & possible violence
Conveniently located at the edge of downtown near the military base and porter, The Grind is your typical De Chima coffee shop and one of five shops sprinkled across the city. It caters to busy, important people going about their busy, important lives and offers quick service and a wide variety of hot drinks and gourmet pastries.
The atmosphere is young and cautiously trendy. Popular, but not overplayed songs on a carefully curated playlist create a mellow yet funky mood. It invites people to bring their computers and pretend to work, gossip with friends over a pretentious cup or simply pay too much for a croissant and be on their way.
The staff are bright, youthful and used to dealing with the steady flow of students, doctors and lawyers that make up the neighbourhood. They memorize your overly complicated drinks, do their best to pretend they care about your day and might even know you by name- they'll ask for it if they don't. Because you're a customer, not a number.
At least, most of the staff.
There's one barista that just doesn't seem to fit in. It could be that he's twenty-five years older and a foot taller than the girl at the cash register, or maybe just because he sucks at his job. He wears a bright gold tag that says 'TRAINING' right over the one that says 'John' with a drawn-on smiley face.
He screws up every drink. He wipes down the tables half-assedly and sweeps without even looking at the floor. He barely fits behind the counter and he keeps hitting his head on hanging light fixtures and bumping into people. He'll write your name down wrong, or replace it with 'glasses' or 'woman with baby'. When he says "Have a nice day" he does it with a frayed, empty sort of smile that might make you reconsider showing your face this side of town ever again.
He's too big, too old and too haggard to be doing what he's doing and he hates every minute of it, but for one reason or another he's still there- and he's your barista.
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If you had Mogget, you wouldn't want to keep him longer than you had to, Mr. Reese. And this certainly isn't tea- although I admit, I'm not the best judge of coffee. [Particularly when she sipped it expecting to taste tea.]
Although I suppose this means that they really are handing out these jobs as jokes. [It would explain why she was working in a cemetery.]
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[ John sure felt like a clown, and had to wonder if this wasn't payback for all the trouble and terror he had caused people in the service industry during his missions. Now he was the one left to clean up after some jackass in a suit.
Karma aside, Sabriel likely had it worse than him. She wasn't up to her elbows in coffee beans and didn't have whipped cream in her hair, but she was a young girl alone in a strange world.
He grabbed her a new cup, a bigger one than the one she had paid for. He could pass it off as another screw up. This time he wrote 'Sabriel', and actually made an effort to get it right. It probably wasn't the best bag of leaves in hot water she had ever drank, but with some luck it wouldn't be the worst. ]
Find what you were looking for?
[ He can't help but notice her dozen shopping bags. ]
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[Sabriel looked down at her bags. Most of the clothes weren't that different from what she'd worn in Ancelstierre- skirts (but none with poodles), blouses, blazers, sweaters and pants for work, along with shoes that weren't hobnailed boots.
It was almost like being back at school, except none of her schoolfriends were here- and there were apparently dangers that didn't come from the Dead.]
Well, there weren't any shops selling swords, [Not that she was expecting to buy any.] but I found plenty of clothes that won't make me stand out like a sore thumb. Although I have no idea why there are little dogs on everyone's skirts.
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[ John could have made a reference to Grease, but he doubted Sabriel would get it. The girl was confused enough without bringing musicals into the equation.
He paused, cup in hand. Customers were supposed to do their own fixing on plain coffee and tea, but... ]
What do you take, cream and sugar?
[ So what if he played favourites? They couldn't fire him for being nice to a customer- that was the least of his problems. Sabriel's hands were full and that line wasn't going anywhere. The coffee was overpriced and the service was poor, but the lesson in patience was priceless. ]
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Both, please. [Sabriel's expression is openly grateful as she juggles some of her bags so she can take the cup, looking apologetically at the people behind her.]
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Maybe he could be a decent barista if he tried hard enough. He was feeling pretty positive about it when some jerk behind Sabriel decided to complain loudly. ]
What was that sir, you want the coffee poured over your head? I can do that.
[ Maybe decent was pushing it. ]
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She actually hasn't had much cause to use magic since she arrived here- but while silencing a rude patron is definitely immature and petty, she might go through with it if he keeps being a jerk.]
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Here- have one of these twisty doughnut things. As an apology for the wait.
[ He shot a grin over her shoulder to the man waiting in line. He wasn't making her pay for it either. There had to be some perk to this crappy job.
The man glowered but didn't argue. One thing John liked about coffee addicts was that they didn't really have the strength to do anything before their cup of joe. ]
You have yourself a good day, Sabriel.
Come by wearing one of those new outfits sometime.