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thisavrou_log2016-02-19 11:20 am
allyisun) wrote in 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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