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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! ]
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"Orange needs to be talked to, but -- this should be a problem of the whole train. The leads, even the council should be involved. We're too closed off from one another; leads should be talking to each other. And when a lead can just disappear, you don't want whatever they had in place disappearing with them." He extends a hand, removing it from the hold of his cup, thinking about the last Blue lead involved. "But I guess... I'd want to ask Senku more, see what he thinks. See what you and the other team leads think. Kinda... get a plan that everyone can follow! Get a count on what people can do again, see if there's any Utas or Fandaniels around, or whatever else can be useful for everyone.
"Then..." He drums his fingers on the counter, other hand lifting to prepare for another sip. "I don't know -- should Senku or Gen talk to the Orange leads privately first, or do we talk to all the leads? In private?" Ugh. He frowns, or lets it move as his brain tries that hard tasking of giving a good answer. "Maybe we could start with Orange Team and Glor... and then if you guys approve, we can talk to the other leads too? In a bigger discussion."
How about that?
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Outwardly, Roland just looks like he's listening intently. Quiet, nodding when there is a need to do so. Pertinent points coming up that pique his interest: if a lead disappears, their projects disappear with them. That sounds incredibly like policy-making, when one president's work is bulldozed and any progress, halted. It gets him to furrow his brows deeper, and then finally, the logistics. Though with how Tidus is thinking out loud, Roland can't help but twitch his lips in a momentary smirk. Muttering under his breath, though audible if one strains their hearing enough - "Working together...it's the only way to victory."
Enough about that now. There's work to be done, and even if he's been playing hobby-making for the most part, nothing gets Roland going more than the understanding that he can help.
"All right. I'm with you that this isn't just one team's problem. If Senku brought this up to you in concern, then why don't you and I talk to him first? He's incredibly perceptive. There might be more to it than supplies." His hands are itching to write with something, anything. He spots the book and flips pages as if it was his own notes. Thinking with movement, as well as his inner voice, before he speaks again. "As soon as we consolidate concerns, I don't see why we shouldn't bring this up again to the rest of the community. Everyone's got a talent, and with more newcomers our way now...We'll need to census again for certain. Plus,"
And this, he's only thought of because Tidus mentions it. Gets him to realize that the library he frequents is more or less, empty. That has to change, without points involved.
"We should think about documentation more seriously. You bring up a great point. If people leave and they had a project that never came to fruition, lead or not, it deserves some time in the sun. Maybe someone to bring it up again, complete it. Or, keep it going." Roland meets Tidus's eye, pauses in his idle page-turning. "Looks like we've got some work ahead of us."
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"Then let's talk to him! I saw him in the downstairs kitchen last I saw - he's been cooking up a storm lately. Got him to help me cook bear the other day ago." Which Roland probably knows where he got that, considering Inigo took part in it. Wasn't he the guy to make the call about it? Well, anyway-
"I'll let you be the note taker this time. But how about I see he's still down there? Make sure my drink stays warm." He gives a motion to it, where it's been set down.
"Whatever happens, we can make sure the teams all take some food this time. We'll give a suitcase to Senku if we have to, he's got an arms band. I trust him to make a call out to everyone."
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He should get ready for more customers, too. This looked like conversation best had over drinks anyway.