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thisavrou_log2016-02-19 11:20 am
[OPEN] Setting Up Shop
Who: Allison and You!
When: Various
Where: Various
What: Allison is preparing to open up the ship's first café.
Warnings: None for now
R&T - Library, Feb 15
Allison had never been interested in researching her field of work when she'd been working as a barista during college. The shop had it's way it wanted you to do things, and she had more important things to study for than her minimum wage job.
But now she's actually going to be running her own café, and she's honestly a little bit excited about that. There's not much for her to do yet. Her space is still being set up and she has no supplies, so...
Maybe it's time to learn a little more about the trade. And without the unfathomable wealth of information both great and terrible that is the internet to help her, she's left with one recourse: the library.
Which is why she's standing in the middle of the library, scratching her head, and looking for someone to direct her where to look. There's a lot of books.
Full of Beans - Cargo Bay, Feb 18, Evening
There's a crate in the cargo bay with Allison's name on it. She'd gotten her personal stuff that morning - plus bonus, eee - so this is hopefully her café supplies.
She manages to crack it open for a peek, and yup! That's the stuff. Her space in the mess hall is available now - there's an empty extension to the pre-existing bar now - so she might as well take the stuff up to where she'll need it. But like hell she wants to take it all out and carry it up in multiple trips.
Eyeing the crate thoughtfully, she wonders...
Crouching down - bend at the knees, not the waist - she places a hand on either side of the crate and lifts. And picks it up with little trouble.
"Holy shit," she says aloud. This is way crazier than cracking the wall of her shower back home.
It is not to be, though. Her arms are stretched too wide and she can already feel the crate slipping her grip. It's just too big and awkward for her to try. She quickly sets it down before it can drop.
"Well, it was worth a try..."
Tea Tasting - Mess Hall, Feb 19
The café isn't open yet, but the once-empty extension to the bar is now strewn with various unpacked coffee and tea paraphernalia.
Allison herself is sitting at a nearby table with an eclectic assortment of boxes and tins in front of her, each of them containing a different tea with a completely unfamiliar name. Neither the implant in her wrist nor the little devil she ate help when the name still translates to 'Sweet Blue Blekafflem'.
Since she probably shouldn't serve unidentified alien tea, Allison is systematically steeping and testing every single one.
Why not come and help? Or at least sit and watch.
Also open to wildcards!
When: Various
Where: Various
What: Allison is preparing to open up the ship's first café.
Warnings: None for now
R&T - Library, Feb 15
Allison had never been interested in researching her field of work when she'd been working as a barista during college. The shop had it's way it wanted you to do things, and she had more important things to study for than her minimum wage job.
But now she's actually going to be running her own café, and she's honestly a little bit excited about that. There's not much for her to do yet. Her space is still being set up and she has no supplies, so...
Maybe it's time to learn a little more about the trade. And without the unfathomable wealth of information both great and terrible that is the internet to help her, she's left with one recourse: the library.
Which is why she's standing in the middle of the library, scratching her head, and looking for someone to direct her where to look. There's a lot of books.
Full of Beans - Cargo Bay, Feb 18, Evening
There's a crate in the cargo bay with Allison's name on it. She'd gotten her personal stuff that morning - plus bonus, eee - so this is hopefully her café supplies.
She manages to crack it open for a peek, and yup! That's the stuff. Her space in the mess hall is available now - there's an empty extension to the pre-existing bar now - so she might as well take the stuff up to where she'll need it. But like hell she wants to take it all out and carry it up in multiple trips.
Eyeing the crate thoughtfully, she wonders...
Crouching down - bend at the knees, not the waist - she places a hand on either side of the crate and lifts. And picks it up with little trouble.
"Holy shit," she says aloud. This is way crazier than cracking the wall of her shower back home.
It is not to be, though. Her arms are stretched too wide and she can already feel the crate slipping her grip. It's just too big and awkward for her to try. She quickly sets it down before it can drop.
"Well, it was worth a try..."
Tea Tasting - Mess Hall, Feb 19
The café isn't open yet, but the once-empty extension to the bar is now strewn with various unpacked coffee and tea paraphernalia.
Allison herself is sitting at a nearby table with an eclectic assortment of boxes and tins in front of her, each of them containing a different tea with a completely unfamiliar name. Neither the implant in her wrist nor the little devil she ate help when the name still translates to 'Sweet Blue Blekafflem'.
Since she probably shouldn't serve unidentified alien tea, Allison is systematically steeping and testing every single one.
Why not come and help? Or at least sit and watch.
Also open to wildcards!

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Niko was about to offer her help when she was getting the crate, but... Well, looked like she got it. Instead he leaned against the loader and watched. But then it started to slip, and he jogged over to help her before it can crash out of her grip.
He leaned against the top of it.
"Hey, how about you crack it open here. Then we decide how to deal with it, ah? This might be easier."
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He has sensible advice, but she's a bit too excited to listen to it yet.
"Did you see that? I almost had it! This thing should weigh a ton." Not a literal ton, but certainly more than most regular human adults could lift on their own, let alone a woman of Allison's unimpressive looking stature.
"I feel like a super-woman."
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"Pretty good. But still.. maybe better to open it and move it a little at a time? That is a pretty big box." He went over for the crowbar anyway, as she was reveling in her impressive feat.
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She shakes her head. "I sure as hell couldn't pick up things, like, twice my weight before."
Then she glances at Niko before starting at the box a bit sadly. "I wanted to do it in one trip."
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Then tucked it into his belt.
"Come on. I'll get this side."
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Gripping the sides, she lifts a bit - still bafflingly easy! - then scoots her fingers to grip the bottom instead. This way overcomes the limits of her too-short arm span! Two sets of arms are better than one.
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R&T
"Can I help you find something in particular?"
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She looked it up on her MID before she came!
"I guess I'm looking for... references? On coffee. Or tea. Warm beverages in general."
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"History? Or recipe books? I believe we have both..." Just in different sections if she's remembering right.
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"I'm starting a café," she adds, hoping that kind of explains things.
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She smiles and gestures for Allison to follow her. "This way, we'll start with recipes."
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mess hall, 19th! sorry for how late this is!
L-look at this baby, huh?
[He pats the side a couple of times, that proud, almost fatherly smile not leaving his face.]
Voice operated, can heat coffee up to one-thousand, three hundred and thirty degrees. Fifty different flavour choices and it's got an alcohol infuser... j-just what everybody needed, am I right? I-I'm a fucking hero.
NO IT'S FINE WORTH THE WAIT :3c
That's... It's not going to explode is it?
[Because 1330 degree coffee?? She likes her skin!]
GOOD
[He rests an arm on top of the machine, with an eyebrow raised.]
I-it's voice commanded, dawg. If you tell it to explode, it will but otherwise it's fine. I wouldn't have made it able to heat shit that hot if it couldn't handle it.
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[who builds an espresso machine with a self-destruct function.
Needless to say, Allison still looks dubious.]
Could I... Get a demonstration?
[With her at a safe distance.]
GGGGGG THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY also cargo bay
Anyway, it's by pure luck he's still around when Allison is trying to move the crate. He'd been sitting in a corner, playing games on his MID and generally being a slacker when he hears the crate fall. Riptide has learned, by now, that big noises in a place where there's lots of small humans and heavy objects isn't a good thing.
Hell, it's not even a good thing when there's minibots around.
He looks up, craning his neck. "Yo! Someone in here?"
IT GOOD IT FINE :3c
"Oh, hey, uh... Tide guy!"
Shit, what was his name.
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"I'm taking that sarcastic quip as you not being crushed, in any way shape or form?"
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"Yeah, not crushed though."
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Allison will (and probably see) Riptide getting up, deciding to stop being such a lazy ass.
"What were you trying to move? Lemme get it for you."
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/Arrives stupidly late to this party
BB normally just watches and makes notes when humans want to toe the line in regards to their health, but he's been a bit bored lately and this is a new way of accidental death possibly brewing here for him to just fully ignore. Thus why he pops a small hologram of himself onto one of the tins before speaking.
"This is an interesting take on a pick your poison scenario if I've ever seen one. I do hope you have something in place in the event you find out you're deathly allergic to one of these teas. Would hate to have someone stumble on you by accident and all. That causes so much panic and confusion if they don't realize how you ended up deceased for a little while."
Re: /Arrives stupidly late to this party
She should probably be used to this sort of weirdness by now, but you know what? She's not, and she's not sure she'll ever be entirely used to it. She's also really hoping that this is real and not a side-effect of one of the teas.
With all that in mind, she completely misses what BB is actually saying.
"...What?"
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Don't pass out on him or anything please, he's trying to avoid such hence actually speaking up.
"Would you prefer a disembodied voice to speak to if my avatar is too much for you to comprehend currently?"
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"So. You're a box."
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"I chose to represent myself as a box, yes. I see no reason to project a false image of myself as a human like entity when I am not human at all."
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