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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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Hold on. I have another idea.
[ Sure he was getting marginally better but maybe he skipped a difficulty level or two here. ]
Why don't you stick the lance right-side up? Let's see if I can't get the hang of wrapping this thing around it when it's stationary.
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And then, because it is a good idea, plonks the lance down a few feet away from Roland.]
Start here, and then I can move this further out?
... Maybe I could go fetch some blocks over here to stick it on top of, later.
[It's all about difficulty gradients!]
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[ Roland will wait until Nita returns to a safe distance by his side before he aims again, this time more determined than ever. Now that it's not moving, he'll be able to target a bit more accurately while angling things just right. The carbon fibre cable, he realizes too, is a lot more tricky than he gave it credit for. ]
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I can make it levitate, if you're game for that.
[They can save the 'tug o' war' potential for later, though~]
I don't use grappling hooks myself, though; haven't met a wand with that kind of functionality yet...
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[ Or maybe it can help make chores a breeze? Who knows! For now, he shoots at his intended target and tries to wrap around it. The efforts continue, thrice in succession. ]
There are some pretty talented folk onboard. Might be time to experiment on hook wands, if you've got the downtime.
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Each time, Nita moves the lance further away - the third one is almost at the far wall, even, and Nita cheers once Roland nails that one.]
Think you got me there, Roland.
[She admits.]
Making one from scratch, though, you mean? Or ordering one from the shop?
[It may actually be a thing somewhere, who knows.]
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Could be both. You could try ordering and see what you get, but I wouldn't waste precious points on a gamble. [ Roland rests a hand against his hip, the gun pointed down to the floor for safety. ] Beats me what you'd do with one, though, heh.
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[She says aloud, thinking on what she'd spotting some people wielding in here in days past.]
Though I can't imagine it being willing to be used as rope...
[She laughs, a little, and with a few words in the Speech she has the lance levitating.]
How far out you want me to keep this?
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Take it for a spin. Let's see if I can catch it.
[ Level 1! ]
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She'll park it near the ceiling, a troublemaker's look on her face.]
You want an active target, or is this good enough for a 'next level' start?
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Do your worst. Heh.
[ Hope he doesn't make a fool of himself! ]
/I FORGOT THE WORD MISCHIEVOUS FOR LAST TAG, SOB XD
And then the lance starts to dance. It spins first lengthwise, then sideways, even doing cartwheels!
If Roland wants a challenge, then a challenge he shall get!
It's not changing height though - not yet, anyway.]
didn't even notice!
You're mine.
[ He says, which really he has no business saying at the moment because that's a line his teammates catch him spouting out in the heat of a battle, but really, this was precisely that! A fight! To be better! So he shoots, once. Twice. Thrice. Tries his best to cord off the lance, wrap the hookshot around it with the cable.
Eventually, he catches it at a dip. The attachment wraps around the handle of the lance, and he doesn't wait, retracts it immediately so his free hand can take it and grab it. He looks like a kid in a candy store...for a moment. A blink of an eye, and you'd miss it. ]
And that's how we do it!
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Meanwhile in the air, the lance continues its dance, spinning faster and faster-
Until it is caught, firmly and with skill.
At that, Nita applauds.]
It sure is! Think that's the highlight of my day, even.
... Think we should take five, then go for another round? I could make it move faster.
sorry for the late!!
Aw. But I was just getting warmed up.
[ It's clearly meant to be a joke, despite the reply. Roland lowers his arm and the gun is absorbed back into the safety of the hammerspace. ]
What did you have in mind?
s'awright!
Thinking of making the motions wider, mostly - going for a really active target, you know?
Or getting one while it's ascending or descending.
[Though if Roland has suggestions, color her interested...~]
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You're pretty good at this training stuff. Come to think of it, I have no clue how extensive your magic is. [ A pause, before he seriously guns for the harder level, whatever it is Nita is doing now. ] What's the weirdest spell you've got in your arsenal? Hit me.
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[Nita rolls her eyes at the memory.]
She loves bugging me in the mornings, at least on weekends... We're on different school schedules back home, though, so weekdays are a little different.
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Wow. That's one way to use magic. What did you do? Put up a barrier by the bathroom door, just for her?
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[The rueful expression on her face deepens as she recalls the details.]
Had to rotate the whole room a few degrees out of true with the rest of the house's space - and turn it off before I actually did anything with the plumbing in there!
[Because the one time she'd forgotten had been far too memorable to allow it to happen again.]
Mostly, it's just about making things just too difficult enough to bother with - after that, the temptation fades.
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[ He chuckles, meeting that serious expression with a bit of mirth. ]
Did she retaliate?
[ Roland actually does hit the lance, but the victory isn't as nice as before. It just feels like a nice routine to accomplish now, as he retracts the cord back to him, grabbing the lance and twirling it once in his hand. ]
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Sometimes she'll prank me, but she's never gotten me back for that - or the time I sent her bed to Pluto, though I know she's planning something.
[That's not a flippant remark, either.
The lance starts moving again, more than just the one twirl should have caused.
Nita quirks an eyebrow.]
You ready to get back to it, then?
[She can't let you just get used to things, Roland!]
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First of all, please don't send me into outer space like your sister's bed. Heh. [ Roland's actually pretty freaked out about how easy Nita is making that seem, but he's also an expert at the going with the flow attitude. Though he means that, please don't send him to another planet!! ] Second of all, you're quite the trainer. All right. Give me your worst, again. I'm ready. With your rigorous program, I'll be an expert at this in no time.
[ Hit him with something new, he's expecting it! ]
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[She likes you too much - and teleporting people out of the train is a nonstarter, besides.]
And- ready!
[With her spell, up the lance goes again, tumbling end over end - before rocketing upward...
Then coming back down, like it's on a Ferris Wheel turned to a high velocity. Almost like she's got a rope tied to some imaginary central point, even.]
On your mark?
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[ Thanks, off-brand NASA! Also, Roland whistles at that little trick. When he said give him your best shot, Nita wasn't holding back, huh? ]
...Get set, go.
[ He finishes it off, tries his best to land a hit. For the most part, he's failing, but he's strangely enjoying this? If the smile on his face is any indication. ]
Making me work for this win, eh? Good. Nothing worth having comes easy, as they say.
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