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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! ]
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"Yuuki." He supplied and accepted the coffee in front of him. It was different than the local vending machine but he picked it up and took a sip. It was...nice actually.
"Unfortunately I won't be doing that when I go back, but I bet it would've been interesting." Natsuno responded.
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He begins to wipe down used utensils and transferring spoons back where he's designated them by his work station, working while talking. Also keeping a careful eye on the reactions he might be getting, new to the act of making coffee but knowing just enough from the recipe book to adjust if needed.
"Is that so? Unfortunate indeed. What made you decide on law, then?" Roland asks, not willing to delve into the nitty-gritty of wondering why someone wouldn't be returning to that part of their life should they return. He probably wouldn't share that bit if he was asked it upfront, either. So the conversation keeps casual.
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"I found it interesting." Natsuno admitted. "And I like the rules and how things are supposed to be. It's also a good job, pays well, and that's the epitome of how Japanese society works."
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"How society works, huh?" Roland lets him tell his short tale, wipes down the counter with wayward drops of coffee and syrup. There's something respectable about that, nothing wrong when you keep to the status quo. Moreover the respect he naturally has for rules and structure just by nature. But then again, he was speaking from one perspective while Yuuki seemed quite young.
"Don't wanna shake things up? At your age, you can still afford to. Change things for the better. All that jazz."
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He let out a long sigh at that, sipping his tea again.
"No. My parents were the kind of people who refused to conform to anything they were told to. I don't know what you'd call people like that, but, it has been a source of annoyance for me my entire life. Yuuki is not my legal name, but it should be, except they refused to get married." Natsuno scoffed.
"They were like that. They didn't want to get a stable job, they wanted to be artists. They didn't like living in the city, they made me move out to the country. Needless to say, we didn't get along terribly well."
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"I guess in your case, definitely troublemakers. Rebels? Heh. I'm sorry you didn't get the name you wanted." And implicitly, that he didn't get a good relationship with his parents, but such was life sometimes. You make due with the cards you're dealt with. "What name was it supposed to be, if I may ask?"
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He frowned a bit, it probably sounded archaiac but he was born in a time that was a bit behind other people, so it was kind of a big deal, status-wise.
"Rebels, I would think. They were very particular."
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He warms up his cup with hot water swirled around in it for a few seconds before this is thrown out, and waits for the next brew to finish boiling on the stove.
"It's a little ironic that in order to rebel against your rebellious parents, you have to keep to the rules." He leans his elbows on the counter as he speaks. "So I suppose when you went to study alone, you valued that independence, huh? I can respect that."
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"I never made it back to the city." He shook his head. "Or graduated high school or anything."
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"This barista thing is my attempt at a hobby, heh. Maybe you've got some extra pointers to throw my way?" Roland adds, a small smile accompanying it.
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"Apart from that, I studied. I didn't want any friends, but Tohru befriended me anyway."
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"Cycling's good. Wish we had those kinds of machines in the gym car, but I think we're getting pretty cramped in here already." He chuckles. "What's this now about not wanting friends?" Roland adds, a bit cheekily but otherwise just curious about such a statement. And said so easily, so nonchalantly, too.
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"I got dragged to a small town for my second last year of high school. I wasn't intending on spending much time there, so I didn't see any reason to be friendly. Tohru's just a menace." He complained lightly. "He's the kind of guy that doesn't take that kind of response. He's annoyingly nice."
"The plan was always to leave Sotoba, which I didn't." He paused. "Although I am here, so technically I did."
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"So if it hadn't been for a train kidnapping you to do its dirty work, you would have gone into law and all would have been well, huh? I'm sorry about the detour. You know, you can order law books in the train shop if you want to catch up on studying. Just for old times sake."
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"No, unfortunately, I've died." Natsuno responded. "I haven't thought of anything I wanted to buy from the shop." He seemed as nonchalant about that as anything else, as though his death was just a matter of fact, because it was.
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"I'm sorry." He offers, however belatedly that might reach. The shop talk, momentarily set aside. "Was that when the train took you...?" Conscious on the platform, after the fact? Dare he ask for more details? All in due time. He isn't one to pry, or rush.
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"I'd rather be allowed my rest." He grumbled. "But here I am, there's nothing I can do about that."
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Anyway.
"I suppose here, you just do what you can. Live how you can. Make the most of the moments."
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"But unfortunately I don't have an alternative at the moment."
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He can't really force him to find something interesting when his candidness is quite certain. But that doesn't mean he'll be unkind about it, knowing that personal choice has its beauty, regardless.