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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 29, 2012 20:28:27 GMT -5
Det. Hunt is a little weird, Petunia thinks. But look who's talking. People are strange when you're a stranger...
She comes in behind Det. Hunt, glancing around herself. Nothing trips in back of her head, no single whisper of familiarity. At least no one's looking at them. She's a little tired of being looked at, because pity's the nicest she gets. Faces look ugly when you're alone...
And now there's a Doors song stuck in her head.
"Oh, there's Sergeant Mason," she says quietly. "You say hi, I'll get our drinks. What do you want?"
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Post by Holi on Jan 31, 2012 20:55:10 GMT -5
OOC: Picking up thoughts with player permission.
Hollister's just about to ask Kate for a moment's clarification when he catches that lift of her eyebrow, the flash of recognition – somebody I know. He looks to the door automatically, taking a sip of his milk tea as he does so.
Oh, well, he thinks, seeing the newcomers. He grins and gets to his feet, waving enthusiastically.
"Hey, over here!" he calls. This is one of those infamous times he acts much younger than the twenty-something he looks.
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Post by Spinister on Feb 4, 2012 0:20:53 GMT -5
Det. Dahlia is a fiend for forcing Esprit to interact with other human beings in a social atmosphere. She glances over the menu quickly and decides, "Closest thing to chai," so whatever sort of spiced tea or other beverage that Det. Dahlia can find on the menu.
Esprit really wants a Cayenne Cinnamon Aztec Hot Chocolate, because Singe enjoys it, and her tastes take after the preferences of Singe and Hairsplitter, but this is not the sort of establishment to cater such tastes. If she wants trendy tea, she needs to be dining with her husband. She may be violating Cop Law with her beverage choice, but she also does not give a slag.
She puts on a faint smile, which is as good as it gets. Expressions are hard for her. Then Esprit walks over to greet Sgt. Mason and Det. Hollister. She says softly, "Good day. I trust that you are both well?"
If all else fails, Esprit will try being politely formal.
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Post by Kup on Feb 4, 2012 16:14:39 GMT -5
Kate covers her face with her hand when Stuart stands up and waves around, though her delicate little lady-hand doesn't cover nearly as much of her face as her normal hand does in her normal body. It's kind of weird how it's stuff like that that pings on her. "Sure, lad, I don't think enough people were staring at us before," she mutters.
She looks up as Esprit approaches and nods. "Can't complain," she answers, which isn't true. She can certainly complain about being forced into a body that isn't hers, but she won't in front of Esprit. She gestures to one of the other seats. "Have a seat."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 4, 2012 16:24:17 GMT -5
"Sure thing!" Petunia waves to Stuart then wanders off to join the line. Let's see, now what does she usually get?
She hasn't the faintest. Huh. Well, coffee smells good! It's hard to go wrong with something that smells good.
Fortunately, the line isn't that long, and she's soon telling the nice young lady what she wants. "Chai, please. Medium. And a small coffee."
"What kind of coffee, ma'am?"
"-- the kind that comes in cups?"
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Post by Holi on Feb 5, 2012 11:00:39 GMT -5
It's a marvel how very not self-conscious Hollister can be at times, given how much he struggles with his baby-faced rookie image. He just shrugs at Kate's grumbling as he sinks back to his seat, beaming that thousand-watt smile at Detective Hunt. Then, of course, his glasses slide down his nose and he has to nudge them back into place.
"How are you today?" he belts right back at Hunt. He can do formal! Captains in the Galactic Defence Force were grilled in matters of courtesy.
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Post by Spinister on Feb 5, 2012 11:23:19 GMT -5
Esprit pulls out her chair and sits down from the left side, careful not to place her elbows on the table. Sgt. Mason seems delightfully taciturn, but Det. Hollister seems social. What is with people?
She replies, "Thank you. I'm fine," no, she isn't, for many reasons. "Det. Dahlia and I wanted to buy you two coffee or pastries, if you would like, and hear what you have to say about the beat here?"
Sgt. Mason and Det. Hollister appear to already have beverages. Their plan has failed already. Clearly, Esprit needs to grab Det. Dahlia and they can retreat to their Decepticon-symbol shaped base because the episode must be over.
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Post by Kup on Feb 5, 2012 19:23:00 GMT -5
Kate looks into her cup. It's more than half empty (or, if you're an optimist, less than half full). She shrugs and says, "Wouldn't mind another cup," she observes. Free coffee is free coffee. They may not be able accept free coffee from the bakery itself (that's been against the rules for ages), but there's no reason not to let another cop buy.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 5, 2012 19:42:11 GMT -5
The barista just gets Petunia a black coffee.
"Oh, and something for Sergeant Mason." Petunia pays in cash, then picks up the three cups by dint of taking coffee in one hand, chai in the other, and using the first two fingers of both hands to make a triangle to hold the third coffee in.
Then she ambles over to the table to distribute drinks. "She said you liked this, sergeant, and chai for you, Detective Hunt... Did you want anything, Hollister?"
She takes a sip of her own coffee then gives it a betrayed look.
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Post by Holi on Feb 8, 2012 19:22:58 GMT -5
"What? Oh," and Hollister looks pleasantly flustered for a moment by Petunia's offer, "no, no, I'm fine, thank you." He smiles, then blinks at the face she pulls on her coffee, then he tries to muffle a chuckle behind one hand. "Try it with some creamer or sugar," he suggests, offering her the little caddy full of standard add-ins. "It'll probably taste better." He couldn't stand the stuff even though he knows coffee is what mature adults drink; he prefers his teas and hot chocolate.
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Post by Spinister on Feb 8, 2012 23:30:10 GMT -5
They actually had chai? Esprit would look surprised if she reacted much to anything. Instead, she says simply, "Thanks," and tries to hand Det. Dahlia a fiver. Hopefully that covers it?
She sips her chai unashamedly and unconcerned, though she does start to contemplate carrying around a shaker of cayenne pepper on her belt. Putting straight up Mace in her drink would probably be a bad idea.
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Post by Kup on Feb 9, 2012 8:58:59 GMT -5
Kate accepts her cup of coffee with a nod. "Thank." She takes a sip, then looks at the other two. "You want to know about the beat, huh?" She pauses and looks at Esprit. "You're from... where, Vegas? Anyway, it's nuts sometimes, and there's been a recent uptick in the meta activity, but it's not Vegas nuts or anything."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 10, 2012 14:00:27 GMT -5
The fiver goes into her wallet, and since a medium chai is not five dollars, a couple of ones come out and get handed to Esprit.
"Thanks," Petunia says as Hollister points out the sweeteners. What follows is a semi-scientific process of pouring creamer and sugar in and taking sips until she's got about half a cup of light brown coffee and her foot is tapping against the floor.
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Post by Holi on Feb 12, 2012 10:02:17 GMT -5
"Better now?" Hollister wonders, peering over his glasses at Petunia and smiling that same sunny smile. He might not be able to stand the stuff, but maybe he should learn more about coffee so he can make recommendations and avoid something like this in the future. And knowing about coffee is an adult thing, right? Kate has pretty well summed up the Detroit beat, but Hollister adds with a hint of long-suffering good humour in the matter, "Captain can be a handful sometimes, too."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 12, 2012 12:22:09 GMT -5
If only humans worked like Decepticons, then Sgt. Mason could just challenge Cpt. Fanzone to a duel and take over, since he is showing signs of weakness. Also, it seems like no one is going to magically offer up useful information. Esprit is in the torment of the Pit of Actually Needing to Talk to People.
Esprit looks directly at Sgt. Mason and replies, "Vegas. But a juice head with a knife will make you just as dead as Metastasis," a supervillain who was pretty much an animate sapient giant cancer blob. See? Esprit isn't going to be a Vegas snob and look down on the Detroit lifers. There is no such thing as an 'easy' beat. There are only different challenges. (In a very small town, the challenge might be not falling asleep while trying to catch the kids that toilet-papered Mrs. Swanson's barn, but that is still a challenge.)
"Cpt. Fanzone mentioned a cyborg gang - not even real cyborgs, most of them. Just like to wear LEDs in their hair. One's got an insulin pump, one's got a pacemaker, one's got a cochlear implant... and the leader's ex-military, dishonourable discharge, with an experimental J.H. multi-tool in his arm, but he's behind bars. Said they mostly just rob Best Buys and Radio Shacks."
Cpt. Fanzone seems like he really, really hates machines. Esprit wonders if maybe he's a minor gremlin meta and doesn't know it. That would explain why his car seems to beat up and why his phone keeps glitching.
"But anti-machine vitriol aside... what should really be worrying my partner and me?"
OOC: If you don't want to make up details of a dozen different dives bars and informants, feel free to gloss.
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