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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-03 02:01 am
adregem) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-11-03 02:01 am
the voidtrecker cafe is now open? ☕ a november catch-all!
Who: Roland Crane x OTA!
Where: Various places, specifically/primarily: the Kitchen and the Gym.
When: Spanning most of early Imagination, from Imagination 1-12 (pre-mission weeks).
What: Join the train's resident president as he explores various degrees of hobby-making, training, and whatever else comes between work and sleep.
Warnings: Self-indulgent Barista!Roland as the primary prompt. No apologies given!!!
01 - good to the last drop?
It's your sense of smell that's engaged first. Walk upstairs unto the second floor of the Kitchen, and it's impossible to miss. Its wafting aroma may even reach below the floor, enticing you to come up out of curiosity. For those who come from Earth in particular, it's a smell that feels fond and nostalgic, invoking busy work days and people-watching by busy tables.
Almost true to the designated name of the month, there is an invitation to be swept away by the roast of coffee beans stirring the imagination. The air around here is unbelievably fragrant, almost sweet. And the amateur roast master for as long as supplies last is a dutiful figure - Roland Crane, in a simple polo shirt and an apron tied to his waist, standing behind the steel counter with an open crate of supplies from his recent purchase at the store. The communal coffee maker is there too, but his spread is more meticulous this time around. Two bags of coffee beans labeled 'hazelnut creme' and 'dark arabica' to one side, with batches already ground up. The portable grinder is small, but it matches the moka pot for espresso. Hot water already reaching the boil, with bottles lined up like they're ready for service: a couple of syrup selections, bottles of milk, cream, sugar, then finally the hero of the month: honey in various containers.
He's reading a book from the counter, head tilted down, but don't let that stop you from approaching. He's got something brewing, in more ways than one. In fact, as soon as he notices you, he'll offer a small smile, abandoning the task of reading altogether as he goes for his tools. Cups and mugs within reach, but he'll pretend to write something on them with his pen. An inside joke that may or may not connect, but he commits to the immersion anyway:
"Hey, welcome back. Don't worry, I remember you. And what you ordered last time. Heh."
Kick back. Relax. Have a cuppa of honey and coffee and let Roland the barista hear your tales of woe. Or joy? Whatever you're willing to share. He'll listen. He's got the experience, trust him.
(The tip jar to the very end of his work station is absolutely fake.)
02 - a moving target.
[ At the Gym, some time before mission information goes up and Roland heads straight into his usual business mode, you will find him with his pistol. But for those who have seen him in action already, there's something decidedly different this time around. The gun in his hand, although already more futuristic and magical in its design, is looking more spruced up. An extra barrel that makes it bulky, and the muzzle shaped odd. There's something there that was not there before.
And the only time you will see this for yourself is when he takes a deep breath...and aims at the makeshift targets from a distance. They're staggered, purposely left in random formations. When Roland shoots, his left hand holding the trigger, the usual sound of a gun firing filling the car...Until it stops and suddenly a grappling hook comes out instead. A weird combination, but it fires just as fast as the bullets and there's a struggle to reach the farthest dummy.
Unfortunately, it doesn't quite catch. And so Roland retracts it back, the fiber cable making a sharp whizzing sound as it returns to the gun. ]
[ He sighs. ] This is going to take some getting used to before I even think about making new moves.
[ Approach him here, for training, and he'll be a happy partner. ] Say, got something small I can use to try and grab with my new toy, here? I promise I won't break it. [ Roland nods, jokingly but also, how could he lie to you with such an earnest face? ]
03 - Wildcard!
[ For anything else you may want to do! Am on Discord < Titallenial#7701 > for plotting ideas. Am always open, and will follow your lead! ]
Where: Various places, specifically/primarily: the Kitchen and the Gym.
When: Spanning most of early Imagination, from Imagination 1-12 (pre-mission weeks).
What: Join the train's resident president as he explores various degrees of hobby-making, training, and whatever else comes between work and sleep.
Warnings: Self-indulgent Barista!Roland as the primary prompt. No apologies given!!!
01 - good to the last drop?
It's your sense of smell that's engaged first. Walk upstairs unto the second floor of the Kitchen, and it's impossible to miss. Its wafting aroma may even reach below the floor, enticing you to come up out of curiosity. For those who come from Earth in particular, it's a smell that feels fond and nostalgic, invoking busy work days and people-watching by busy tables.
Almost true to the designated name of the month, there is an invitation to be swept away by the roast of coffee beans stirring the imagination. The air around here is unbelievably fragrant, almost sweet. And the amateur roast master for as long as supplies last is a dutiful figure - Roland Crane, in a simple polo shirt and an apron tied to his waist, standing behind the steel counter with an open crate of supplies from his recent purchase at the store. The communal coffee maker is there too, but his spread is more meticulous this time around. Two bags of coffee beans labeled 'hazelnut creme' and 'dark arabica' to one side, with batches already ground up. The portable grinder is small, but it matches the moka pot for espresso. Hot water already reaching the boil, with bottles lined up like they're ready for service: a couple of syrup selections, bottles of milk, cream, sugar, then finally the hero of the month: honey in various containers.
He's reading a book from the counter, head tilted down, but don't let that stop you from approaching. He's got something brewing, in more ways than one. In fact, as soon as he notices you, he'll offer a small smile, abandoning the task of reading altogether as he goes for his tools. Cups and mugs within reach, but he'll pretend to write something on them with his pen. An inside joke that may or may not connect, but he commits to the immersion anyway:
"Hey, welcome back. Don't worry, I remember you. And what you ordered last time. Heh."
Kick back. Relax. Have a cuppa of honey and coffee and let Roland the barista hear your tales of woe. Or joy? Whatever you're willing to share. He'll listen. He's got the experience, trust him.
(The tip jar to the very end of his work station is absolutely fake.)
02 - a moving target.
[ At the Gym, some time before mission information goes up and Roland heads straight into his usual business mode, you will find him with his pistol. But for those who have seen him in action already, there's something decidedly different this time around. The gun in his hand, although already more futuristic and magical in its design, is looking more spruced up. An extra barrel that makes it bulky, and the muzzle shaped odd. There's something there that was not there before.
And the only time you will see this for yourself is when he takes a deep breath...and aims at the makeshift targets from a distance. They're staggered, purposely left in random formations. When Roland shoots, his left hand holding the trigger, the usual sound of a gun firing filling the car...Until it stops and suddenly a grappling hook comes out instead. A weird combination, but it fires just as fast as the bullets and there's a struggle to reach the farthest dummy.
Unfortunately, it doesn't quite catch. And so Roland retracts it back, the fiber cable making a sharp whizzing sound as it returns to the gun. ]
[ He sighs. ] This is going to take some getting used to before I even think about making new moves.
[ Approach him here, for training, and he'll be a happy partner. ] Say, got something small I can use to try and grab with my new toy, here? I promise I won't break it. [ Roland nods, jokingly but also, how could he lie to you with such an earnest face? ]
03 - Wildcard!
[ For anything else you may want to do! Am on Discord < Titallenial#7701 > for plotting ideas. Am always open, and will follow your lead! ]
02
Y'wanna try and see if you can grab me? Or at least the part of me that detaches.
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Della...I can't aim this at a friend.
[ That's so dangerous!!! ]
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[ thank you, unseen Tidus. ]
Second, sure you can! I can take it! It'll be great training for both of us!
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[ Did Della just call him a coward, why did he hear someone else's voice there for a second - nahhhh, Roland shakes his head and there's some hesitation there. It can't be helped! Training with a firearm 101: don't ever aim it at someone you'd never want to hurt! And the last thing Roland wants to do is put Della through some freak accident all because he pressed the triggers wrong.
But she does have a point about training. Roland just looks like he's debating with himself while Della pokes at him, though eventually he sets the gun down on the floor and removes the Arms Band wrapped around his arm. It's turned small, like a ring, which he puts in his back pocket. He takes his gun again, making sure it's facing the targets, and starts shooting until the magazine empties naturally and he can hear the click. Checks the barrel in case there was anything left, and when he knows it's empty of ammunition, no longer supplied by the Arms Band's magic, then and only then will he turn to Della with a determined nod. ]
Sorry. I couldn't take any chances if you're going to be volunteering yourself for this. That being said...and I hope I don't regret asking, but what did you have in mind exactly? I...use the grappling hook on your leg...?
[ Della pls take note the hook was sharp too okay!! HE SHOULD NOT BE CONDONING THIS. ]
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She really has no sense of impulse control without her fam, let's be real here. ]
Try to knock me down! I'll be racing and running around, ducking, climbing, and maybe even attacking you. Your goal is just to make me stop by any means possible.
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Roland is rarely caught in a fluster, but boy is he internally questioning if this is the right thing to do, if maybe he should have nipped this in the bud before she got this excited. Skillfully, he remains ever so calm despite Della throwing herself into the thick of chaos incarnate. ]
And...I have to use this. I can't just stop you by any other means? You want me to use this - [ He raises it for emphasis. ] on you. [ Do you hear it, are you hearing how crazy this sounds??? Roland even tips it slightly to the side, showing off the protruding hook. ] ...This is still quite sharp, you know.
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Yep! Okay, I'm gunna count to three, then we'll start!
One...
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Two...Three.
[ He'll aim immediately to her, trying to get a pre-emptive strike. The hook end aimed at her prosthetic leg. GO FOR IT DELLA, MAYBE THIS WILL END UP JUST FINE WHO KNOWS ]
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Good news(?) is that he does hit her! Bad news (?) is that she manages to keep going! How? Oh, all it did was... sink into part of the prosthetic, and because Della continued to run, it RIPPED THE PART OFF.
There's still enough for her to keep going, albeit wobblily, but she's laughing up a storm.]
Good reflexes, Roland!
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WHY DID HE AGREE TO DO THIS??? ]
I'm sorry, I am incredibly sorry. [ Look at him not!panic. Not at all! ] Della, did that hurt you? Did I break this? Do you need me to take you to the medbay? [ GAH!! ]
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[ Aw, no more fun? She stops where she is, balancing on one leg. Her stump isn't bleeding or anything - she seems perfectly fine. ]
Nah, I'm fine! Might have a little hole in it, but nothing I can't hammer out... the whole thing just pops back on.
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...I-I'm still sorry. [ But he's not going to fluster himself when Della seems to be in fine spirits (???) regardless of this accident. He holds her prosthetic leg in his hand, grip soft, uncertain. ] Should I help you and try again, or - ?
[ HE HASN'T REBOOTED HOLD ON ]
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[ With a joyful laugh, she takes the leg and POP! It easily snaps on. ]
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I'm willing to try again if you are. How about this time though, let's think of a different way to practice?
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Fine, fine, if you insist. But if there's ever an 'evil twin' or 'brainwashing to the bad side' situation, you still better be prepared to kick my tailfeathers.
[ she... does not appear to be joking. ]
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Heh. Sure. As long as you do the same for me, okay?
[ He also isn't joking. This is a club now, free membership. ]
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Of course! If need be, I wouldn't hesitate to sock you in the jaw if it means getting you back to normal. That's what friends do!