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The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

^{@Joshua Tamashii@TickTock}

While the others nattered, Fara raised an eyebrow as Amelia pulled out a pen and paper as wrote a quick note. For a brief moment, she considered asking why, but easily quashed that idea as she was sure Amelia was as sick of answering the question as Fara was answering ‘So where are you from?’, as if someone of her complexion couldn’t possibly have been born in America.

”Don’t worry about it,” She said instead. ”It’s ‘Starbucks culture’ thing.” She added, throwing in a mock shudder for effect. Out of the corner on her eye she spotted April moving their way, with her typical dancer’s grace. Though she was quick to push it back down, her over active imagination did its best to add its own take on that. Fucking Hell Fara, spend sometime ‘finger painting’ before work… It was on occasions like this, she was glad her complexion made it easy to hide a blush. Things didn’t get a whole lot easier when April sidled up right beside her.

”Don’t tell her that,” She said, reining in her thoughts. ”And Randy doesn’t really count; he’s here so much, they should just make him a part of the staff.” She added, throwing a smirk his way. As for April’s last comment, all she could do was chuckle; those two probably spoke more than the rest of the shift. Trying to at least seem professional for the first part of her shift, Fara looked over at Matina and gave an amused sigh. ”Since Matina’s gone and gotten herself distracted as usual,” She said to April. ”Do you want to show Amelia the baking, or me?” She almost said, and with no innuendo intended, ‘or make it a threesome’, but fortunately her brains stopped that before it crossed her lips.

She was pretty sure she’d have spontaneously combusted due to sheer embarrassment if that had happened.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Working away at cleaning still, she was grateful for the distraction as the probably intentional flirting between April and Matina was doing a number on her thanks to an annoyingly hyper libido and an artists imagination, and Ursula was not helping matters. Stupid pretty girls, stupid horniness, stupid…. “Ghaa!” She muttered, working the cloth into the corners.

Looking up, she saw Randall wink at her, which earned him an eye-roll. ”Barkin’ up the wrong tree there,” She smirked, tossing her cleaning cloth into the sink behind the counter after wiping her hands. ”Though, bear with me a sec on the drink.” Chuckling at Ursula’sl little dig, she made her way over to Jules and Amelia. ”I’ve got this,” She said as she walked up. If we wait for any of them to stop goofing off, we’ll have all graduated before Amelia learns anything here. She added motioning to her co-workers with smile.

Waving Amelia around the counter, she pulled a to go cup from the stack, showed Amelia how much far to fill it and add the sugar. ”This one is pretty simple and easy, much like Randy.” She said with a smirk, Randall had been a regular for long enough that she felt comfortable giving him a hard time now and again. ”There are a few things that are kind of trick, but most folks just want coffee, and we’re not some place like Starbucks, so everything is named with real words…that said if someone comes in with their ‘Venti’ crap, feel free to mock them. Most everyone else does.”

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Fara mostly just rolled eyes, from behind the bulk of the espresso machine, as April and Ursula pestered Jakob about game music. She was so very tempted to yell out ‘Play Freebird!’, but the last time she did that it was plain that she was the only one to find it funny. Setting her bad jokes aside, she instead strung together a few more mental curses for the prick that somehow blown up a drink all over the machine and then never bothered to clean up.

As April leaned forward, Fara found herself having to resist the urge to try and find an excuse to lean back and look at that perfectly toned backside; this was not helped by the mention of ‘biting’ and whither or not Ursula was into that kind of thing. For fuck’s sake, you’re not a 14 year old boy with a porn mag, get a hold of yourself! Fortunately the Universe seemed kind enough to provide a distraction, even if it was only Randy. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but his attitude at times got on her nerves.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

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Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Yow...and forgive me for saying this but, PT Cruiser? :D

Ba Dum Tish!

Had a thought, what's anyone else's thoughts on having a Discord channel (assuming anyone else uses it)?

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

Gerad kept up his own fire on the scattering thugs right up until the point that Sven brought the Chimera into play and brought the fight to a rather spectacular and definite end; all except for one human. He had to give the male credit, it took nerve to keep popping away at a tank with a little slug thrower like that.

While Silas and Cyne when to speak with the poor bastard, Gerad made a quick survey of the battlefield. The gear on the bodies that hadn’t been reduced to ash by the various flavors of plasma weapons was disconcertingly mediocre. Knock-off tac-gear copied from stuff that’d been retired years ago and the same thing could be said about the weapons. Annoyed that there wasn’t anything interesting to salvage this time, he made his way back to Silas and the others.

Finally getting a look at their new ‘friend’, he let out a short chuckle. ”If only all dem wuz nice ‘nuff to come t’ us.” Clambering up onto the back of the truck, he took a look around and poked Gorcht, sort of, carefully with an armoured foot. ”Gott’s a say Boss, no tha’ tick’d by these fella. Mos’ dem kit should’a been skragg’d ‘fore these fellas born. Only thing worth Ancestor’s Piss I seen been them clank suits an’ spookies we stomped, and da’ big boi right ‘ere.” He added, waving to the tank with on of his secondary arms.”Militia spec no’ even call dis set Reserves.”

Since things things seemed to have calmed down, and with Silas calling for a ReSup and breather, Gerad carefully moved Gorcht off of the gun truck and set him somewhere out from under foot. Once the supply pack landed, he retrieved a breathing mask before parking himself back on the truck. Exiting his armour, he slipped on his breather and activated a rapid repair mode. ” ‘S a mite un-nice t’ be in der…nannies’ll use y’ fer spares if y’ not watch’n.” Stepping away from his battered looking armour, a stream of sliver composed entirely of nanobots swarmed out of the micro-assembler, first enveloping the armour and then spreading out across the truck; after a few moments the truck looked like it was beginning to dissolve as the nanobots scavanged it for base materials to affect repairs on Gerad’s armour.

While that was getting going, he snagged a drink and a snack from the pod before heading for the Chimera. ”Dunno ‘ow much I c’n fix th’ big heat,” He said, motioning to the nominally working plasma cannon. ”But ah should be able t’ fix th’ limpin’ somewhat.” As with anything Garundin, as soon as he’d heard Silas planing the ReSup pods, he’d made sure there was as extensive as tool supply as possible on board. Now equipped with said tools, he set to work on the damaged lift engine humming an old Militia war song as he worked.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector My first thought when I read your post was '2008 isn't that old'...I guess that's what happens when you're driving somthing made in the '70s

The Saltaire District

@Lord Orgasmo I like to apologize to both you and everyone else, but I'm going to have to withdraw.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

As she was giving Matina a hard time about the muffin, Fara was busying herself with a bit of cleaning. Ducking below the counter to tidy some of the supplies she missed Boss Man coming over with the new hire, her head popping up over the counter however, when he called for all hands. She waited a bit for the more…enthusiastic members of the staff to inflict themselves on Amelia before she gave a short wave and a smile. ”I’m Fara, it’s nice to meet you.”

She was going to say more when some movement distracted her. Spotting Jules, who seemed to have been napping in a corner judging by the semi-stunned look on his face, Fara chuckled. ”The Dead have arisen and were seen by many!” She quipped, before returning her attention to Amelia. ”Despite what Matrina might say, the muffins for the store and not her personal consumption.” She added, teasingly. While some of the other chatted, and Jules and April saw to their shift’s first customer, she returned to her cleaning, grabbing a cloth and starting to wipe down the espresso machine.

”I swear, none of the other shift clean this damned thing…”

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

”Not much,” Fara replied as Ursula made herself some tea and immediately opened her book. She thought that was a bit poor form for a workplace, but no-one else seemed to care so she kept it to herself. As Billie came through the door she gave a small wave, that quickly turned into a chuckle and a roll of the eyes. She repeated the same actions with April, though she omitted the eye roll, instead replying with a ”Eh, we all seem to ‘ve just got here ourselves.” The way April moved, that fluid dancer’s grace, did ‘things’ to Fara and brought up thoughts that she was very quickly to drown in oceans of mental cold water. Not the time brain…

Fortunately Matina provided her with a needed mental distraction. With a bit of a smirk she walked over to bubbly co-worker and flicked a few stray crumbs off of her apron. ”Really now?” She asked with an over-dramatic eyebrow raise, and a stern look. ”So the muffin I saw you wolfing down as I came in was dinner?” She could only maintain that for a few seconds, before laughing. ”Oh, hadn’t heard we were getting anyone new.”