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towerofanimus2012-11-29 05:30 am
wipeyourtears) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-29 05:30 am
Entry tags:
Caffeine Fix
Characters: Kintaros and OPEN!
Setting: Sliiiiiightly backdated to Day 28, lunchtime to late afternoon, Cafeteria; choose your scenario!
Format: Prose to start, but will match.
Summary: Coffee - Kintaros has a certain standard for his coffee. The cafeteria coffee is not up to snuff, nor are his attempts to improve it. He's also kind of making a mess in the kitchen.
Nap - Coffee is exhausting. And smelly. Wake the bear and ask him to dispose of his odious experiment, or try to quietly do it yourself?
Warnings: None at start, though a small potential for violence if you really get on his nerves.
It's a chilly, damp sort of day. A perfect day for a good cup of coffee.
Unfortunately, Kintaros learns the hard way that the coffee served in the cafeteria is not what he considers good coffee. For one, it doesn't have nearly enough salt and whipped cream, he finds as he takes his first sip and nearly spits it back out all over the table.
"This is awful," he grumbles, glaring at the cup as if it's betrayed him. The coffee has no whipped cream, nor miso, nor salt. It's practically a crime. And there's no Naomi here to fix it for him.
He'll just have to do it himself, he decides, and barges on into the kitchen. It's no time at all before he's shoulders-deep into the cabinets looking for ingredients. He finds no whipped cream, nor miso, nor any flour or honey. He does find the salt. More than one sort, in fact! He sets aside one of the many containers with a satisfied grunt, then goes back to searching for a little something more. He eventually turns up some brown sugar, pepper, limes, and garlic as well. He also manages to knock down more than one saucepan and pot from its storage and wrench the door off a cabinet in the process. The racket and his subsequent dismayed cry can be heard well into the cafeteria proper.
"I'm sorry!" he keeps saying as he tries to straighten up the mess he's made. A large soup pot rolls away from him when his fingers slip on the polished steel surface and he scrambles after it. "Come back here!"
Anyone who approaches the corner of the cafeteria in which Kintaros has taken residence is first going to notice the smell. It's a tangy, peppery smell, heavy with garlic and – of all things – burnt, stale coffee. Investigation will reveal that the mostly-full cup on Kintaros' table is the source. It's a slightly frothy, syrupy-looking mess in the cup, thick and oddly light in colour for coffee that clearly has no cream in it. The drink reeks of pepper and limes and something warmly sugary under the pong of coffee that's been cooked and then left to sit for far too long. Somehow, Kintaros is not bothered by this at all.
In fact, he's fast asleep, snoring faintly and sitting bolt-upright in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. His failure to reproduce the fine coffee served aboard the DenLiner has him so put out he needed a nap. He just forgot to dispose of the coffee first. And the smell is beginning to spread all over the room.
Someone could probably slip up and try to remove the coffee him or herself, but it runs the risk of waking a very large and very possibly grumpy bear-man. Or one could just try to wake him outright and ask him to deal with his own business.
Setting: Sliiiiiightly backdated to Day 28, lunchtime to late afternoon, Cafeteria; choose your scenario!
Format: Prose to start, but will match.
Summary: Coffee - Kintaros has a certain standard for his coffee. The cafeteria coffee is not up to snuff, nor are his attempts to improve it. He's also kind of making a mess in the kitchen.
Nap - Coffee is exhausting. And smelly. Wake the bear and ask him to dispose of his odious experiment, or try to quietly do it yourself?
Warnings: None at start, though a small potential for violence if you really get on his nerves.
It's a chilly, damp sort of day. A perfect day for a good cup of coffee.
Unfortunately, Kintaros learns the hard way that the coffee served in the cafeteria is not what he considers good coffee. For one, it doesn't have nearly enough salt and whipped cream, he finds as he takes his first sip and nearly spits it back out all over the table.
"This is awful," he grumbles, glaring at the cup as if it's betrayed him. The coffee has no whipped cream, nor miso, nor salt. It's practically a crime. And there's no Naomi here to fix it for him.
He'll just have to do it himself, he decides, and barges on into the kitchen. It's no time at all before he's shoulders-deep into the cabinets looking for ingredients. He finds no whipped cream, nor miso, nor any flour or honey. He does find the salt. More than one sort, in fact! He sets aside one of the many containers with a satisfied grunt, then goes back to searching for a little something more. He eventually turns up some brown sugar, pepper, limes, and garlic as well. He also manages to knock down more than one saucepan and pot from its storage and wrench the door off a cabinet in the process. The racket and his subsequent dismayed cry can be heard well into the cafeteria proper.
"I'm sorry!" he keeps saying as he tries to straighten up the mess he's made. A large soup pot rolls away from him when his fingers slip on the polished steel surface and he scrambles after it. "Come back here!"
Anyone who approaches the corner of the cafeteria in which Kintaros has taken residence is first going to notice the smell. It's a tangy, peppery smell, heavy with garlic and – of all things – burnt, stale coffee. Investigation will reveal that the mostly-full cup on Kintaros' table is the source. It's a slightly frothy, syrupy-looking mess in the cup, thick and oddly light in colour for coffee that clearly has no cream in it. The drink reeks of pepper and limes and something warmly sugary under the pong of coffee that's been cooked and then left to sit for far too long. Somehow, Kintaros is not bothered by this at all.
In fact, he's fast asleep, snoring faintly and sitting bolt-upright in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. His failure to reproduce the fine coffee served aboard the DenLiner has him so put out he needed a nap. He just forgot to dispose of the coffee first. And the smell is beginning to spread all over the room.
Someone could probably slip up and try to remove the coffee him or herself, but it runs the risk of waking a very large and very possibly grumpy bear-man. Or one could just try to wake him outright and ask him to deal with his own business.
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"No, no," he rambled, still apologetic and trying to wave off whoever it was, "please, allow me." He had no idea how heavy the tabletop actually was, but he wasn't good at gauging weight in the first place. What he thought was heavy and what others thought was heavy were often very different things.
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Getting it back onto its support was not so easy.
"I'm sorry," he said again, glancing aside at Shion as he tried to put the table back together.
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