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interstellar55552016-02-12 05:50 pm
eba02) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-12 05:50 pm
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Turn the Beat Around [Open]
Who: Agent J and anyone hanging around Priscilla's
What: J's getting a little tired of sitting on his hands, as it were. You can't really blame the man for wanting to help, especially when there's people around who need it.
When: Mid-February
Where: Priscilla's Coffee Shop
Warnings: None yet
Notes: J's mostly going to tap into musician tunes, but only with player permission. Character tune master post is here, and I'd be happy to discuss things via PM or Plurk!
It's been a while since J has really been able to work with the Music, and it's starting to get under his skin. Sure, he can hear it - that never goes away, and he doesn't want it to. No, what's getting to him is the broken tunes - is hearing the people who've been brainwashed around town, and knowing that he's not supposed to do anything about it just yet. Lay low, they'd all been told. Don't get caught.
But he could do that and still help, right?
It's a good thing Priscilla's encourages chatting with customers and getting to know the regulars (though he had a rough time trying not to laugh when the attitude had initially been explained to him as wanting to be "somewhere where everybody knows your name"). It means that, if he stops to chat someone up when he delivers their coffee, it's all perfectly normal. Just part of the atmosphere.
What: J's getting a little tired of sitting on his hands, as it were. You can't really blame the man for wanting to help, especially when there's people around who need it.
When: Mid-February
Where: Priscilla's Coffee Shop
Warnings: None yet
Notes: J's mostly going to tap into musician tunes, but only with player permission. Character tune master post is here, and I'd be happy to discuss things via PM or Plurk!
It's been a while since J has really been able to work with the Music, and it's starting to get under his skin. Sure, he can hear it - that never goes away, and he doesn't want it to. No, what's getting to him is the broken tunes - is hearing the people who've been brainwashed around town, and knowing that he's not supposed to do anything about it just yet. Lay low, they'd all been told. Don't get caught.
But he could do that and still help, right?
It's a good thing Priscilla's encourages chatting with customers and getting to know the regulars (though he had a rough time trying not to laugh when the attitude had initially been explained to him as wanting to be "somewhere where everybody knows your name"). It means that, if he stops to chat someone up when he delivers their coffee, it's all perfectly normal. Just part of the atmosphere.
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It can't last too long, though. There is something on her mind. Turning the bit of paper, she does her best to smooth it out for him, sliding it forward for his view.
"They sent me for coffee." That small knot appears again, and she drops her voice. "I don't . . . know what most of these are, and they said everything so fast, I'm not sure I got everything down." The notes are scribbled in pencil in a tentative, spindly hand . . . and unfortunately, Lapis' spelling is not the best.
Her voice drops, almost guilty. "I'm . . . also still not very good with money."
Nothing more embarrassing than having to fumble out and probably fail at what she should know with a stranger. Better to bring it to J, who won't laugh.
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He looks over the proffered paper and listens to her tune swing back into its normal low-level anxiety as she explains. Yeah, these aren't all that easy to read, but he can puzzle most of them out. The one at the bottom with six different modifications is going to be a Bieber to make, but as far as J is concerned, the person behind that one can deal with it if it's not perfect, as that tends to be what happens when you play telephone with a complicated drink order. "Don't worry about it," he reassures Lapis. "Gimme a minute to get these goin' an' I'll meet you at the register."
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That is to say . . . he understands?
The confidence in the declaration makes Lapis blink; she wrote these things down and she still is unsure about most of them.
J seems to have a strange sort of magic about him sometimes . . . just an ease of going ahead with just about anything without any apparent concern or worry.
She can't fathom it. But she does find herself admiring it.
"Okay." Her eyes linger on him a moment more as though to try to confirm that he means it . . . and then she slips down a ways towards the register to watch him work.