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Post by Blurr on Jan 22, 2012 11:18:22 GMT -5
OOC: Month 6 Week 2 Day 7. Downtown/midtown areas. Open.
Jay winces at the sight of the kitchen sink as he adds his plate to the pile of dishes already there. Wally's going to rant later at the mess, but Jay doesn't have the time to stand there washing the skillet he cooked the eggs and the sausage in and the griddle he cooked the pancakes on and the bowl he mixed the eggs in and the bowl he mixed the pancake batter in and the bowl he had his cereal in and his orange juice glass and his milk glass. Or all the spoons, forks, and spatulas. Wally hates it when Jay cooks.
He'll have to apologise later. Jay cinches his belt, grabs his water bottle, satchel, snack bag, and keys, then snatches the last two pancakes off the plate on the counter. He rolls up the last of the sausage in them and has one mostly devoured by the time he locks the door. The second is gone before he reaches his bike in the front hall. And then, quick as a flash, he's gone.
It's in the middle of his fourth run of the morning that Jay swears he can hear Wally blowing a gasket from the other side of downtown.
"Oops," he chuckles just before rocketing through an intersection. Not at his top speed, of course – he's broken too many chains that way – but fast enough that he hardly has to change his steering at all to weave between the cars. Many horns are blown and many fists and angry fingers are waved in his direction. At least downtown is nice enough he doesn't hear gunshots. He stops in the middle of his eighth delivery to wolf down three brats with all the trimmings at a food cart, much to the vendor's awe, and he's riding with one hand and snacking with the other during the twelfth run. He of course makes sure to wipe the sticky dust from his honey-roasted cashews on his shorts before he pulls up to the address marked on the shipping tube. "Huh," he mumbles as he opens the door and sticks his helmeted head in to the sound of door chimes, "don't remember this place. Must be new." Aloud, he goes on, "Hello? Delivery!"
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 22, 2012 15:05:25 GMT -5
"Just a minute!" a voice calls from the back of the little shop. There are a few clothing racks and shelves lining the walls of the front room, but they're mostly bare, supporting Jay's hypothesis that the place is new. Trying to neaten up her hair a little - it's a lost cause, really. No matter how many bobby pins she uses, frizzy curls keep bursting free from the bun that attempts to cage them - Susannah Webber hurries out of the back room to greet the courier. She's probably a bit of a sight in her shark-print dress, spider-web patterned leggings, and neat purple gloves, but frankly she thinks the dress is just darling. "Oh hello there!" she greets Jay brightly, smile with and toothy. "Good day to you, sir, do come in! Is that a package for me? Oh, I do adore packages. Even when I know exactly what's in one, it's always such a delight to open it!"
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Post by Blurr on Jan 22, 2012 22:30:37 GMT -5
Jay can't really help himself. He stares. Between her clothes and her hair, the lady is quite the sight to behold. At her offer, he hedges, looking at the bike propped up against his thigh.
"Actually, ma'am," he says, "if you could just sign? I can't leave my bike and… I'm not supposed to actually come in." He doesn't explain right away that it's about liability, both his own and the company's. Though he'd be willing to hang it all if there was food involved. His stomach growls loud enough to embarrass him and his cheeks turn faintly red.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 23, 2012 17:05:06 GMT -5
"Oh yes, of course," Susannah says, looking at little crestfallen. She adores visitors as well! But, can't keep the man busy, she supposes, he has a living to earn after all! "So what do I need to-"
Then Jay's stomach growls, and she gives it a surprised look, before putting a hand to her mouth and exclaiming, "Oh you poor man, when was the last time you fed yourself? Would you like a cookie?"
Without waiting for a reply, Susannah turns with a swirl of sharky skirts and makes a beeline for the front counter, snatching up a large fish-shaped bowl full of cookies.
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Post by Blurr on Jan 24, 2012 19:51:26 GMT -5
That is a lot of cookies. Jay stares at them like a starving man; if this were a cartoon, his already wide eyes would be round and starry, and there'd be a bit of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He has enough presence of self to avoid drooling as he starts to reach for his helmet and pauses.
"…Um," he mumbles, turning red from collarbones to hairline, "actually… been eating most of the afternoon, ma'am."
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 24, 2012 21:16:23 GMT -5
"Goodness gracious," Susannah exclaims, "And you so thin! You must work very hard. Please, help yourself!"
Holding out the bowl to Jay, she continues to natter on. "I made them myself! I thought that maybe since I don't have many samples of my work to show quite yet, that if I offered visitors cookies they might remember to come back." She looks down at the bowl, face falling slightly. "Only they're not especially good cookies. Though they're much better than the first few batches, and I got rid of the really burnt ones!" She sighs. "I suppose I should have just bought some."
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Post by Blurr on Jan 25, 2012 19:09:09 GMT -5
"Taste great to me!" Jay mumbles around the third cookie he's already crammed into his mouth. How did he get from the doorway to the bowl so quickly? How did he manage to devour that many cookies already? Another cookie vanishes to the depths of his bottomless stomach before he adds a muffled, "Thank you!" With his free hand, he sets down the mini clipboard with its pile of documents on the counter for Susannah to look over. Her invoice is, of course, on top.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 25, 2012 19:33:49 GMT -5
Susannah blinks in surprise. Did she just zone out for a moment, or is her guest just very, very fast? She's quickly distracted by his compliment.
"Do they really?" she says, positively beaming before she ducks her head shyly. "Oh, you're too kind, dear."
Susannah will attempt to hand the bowl over to Jay while she peruses the invoice. If he doesn't want it, it'll end up on the counter next to the clipboard. Reading it over, she lets out a small sound of delight. "Oh, lovely! This should be my animal prints! Do I just sign here?"
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Post by Blurr on Jan 25, 2012 19:43:56 GMT -5
Jay hasn't even managed to remove his helmet. His stomach wins all the arguments, even against company policy.
"Mm-hmm," is all he can manage around the cookies. He rolls his eyes in delight at the snack and seizes the bowl in the crook of his arm, pausing only to nod and point to the little lavender-highlighted spots where she needs to sign. He gulps down most of his mouthful and adds, awkwardly, "Please read this, and this," and he points, "and make sure everything matches your order." The bowl is well over half-empty. He's still hungry. And she did say to help himself, but he'd be greedy to eat them all.
But he's so hungry.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 25, 2012 20:05:52 GMT -5
Susannah hums cheerfully as she sets about signing the paperwork. It's a very practiced and pretty signature. Goodness knows her tutor wouldn't stop making her rewrite it over and over until she got it perfect!
She is suitably impressed by the amount of cookies Jay can consume in a short amount of time, and also rather flattered that he seems to like them so much. Amused, she says, "I have some more cookies in the back, would you like me to pack some to take with you?"
Susannah hates to see people go hungry, and the courier seems like such a nice young man! A very, very hungry nice young man.
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Post by Blurr on Jan 25, 2012 20:20:37 GMT -5
"…Could I?" Jay squeaks, invoice forgotten for the moment. He looks at her as if she's just promised him the world. "You know, if you need anything specially couriered or delivered or run across town and I mean anything at all you can just call the office and ask for me." And he's holding out a card to her that he fished from his pocket. It's a little rumpled, but legible. "And if it's after regular hours or if you can't wait for dispatch to get hold of me just call me directly." On the back, surely enough, is his cell number. "Any time, I swear," he finishes breathlessly, eyes shining.
Truly, the way to his heart is through his stomach, and Susannah has won his loyalty with unselfishly given snacks.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 25, 2012 20:41:18 GMT -5
"Of course!" Susannah beams some more as she takes the card - doesn't her face ever get sore from all that smiling? - and she says, "Oh, where are my manners! I'm Susannah Webber. And it's very much a pleasure to meet you, Mr.-" She consults the card, then offers a hand to shake. "Jay Quigley! I'll be sure to take you up on that offer if I'm ever in need."
"Now if you wait just a moment, I'll pack you a snack!" If Jay doesn't stop her, she'll hurry off into the back of the store and return after a few minutes with a bundle of cookies wrapped neatly in wax paper and then tied off with twine. It's even knotted into a cute little bow!
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Post by Blurr on Jan 26, 2012 15:28:25 GMT -5
Jay quite enthusiastically shakes Susannah's hand, once he wipes off the cookie crumbs on his poor shorts.
"Absolutely!" he gushes as she scurries to the back. "Don't hesitate to call!" Dude, cookies. She could ask him to run her mail to the post office and for cookies, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He packs up the paperwork with one hand and continues munching with the other, only reluctantly stopping since he'll need both hands for the unwieldy shipping tubes.
The unwieldy shipping tubes that are not on his bike where they should be. His face turns sheet white for a moment and he bolts to the door, cookies forgotten. He'd left his bike wedged in the doorway, but he didn't hear anybody taking the packages. He looks outside… and there, down the street, are a couple of guys making off with his delivery. Oh no. He has never lost a package and he sure won't now! And he's sure he can catch them up and come back before Susannah returns with his cookie care package. He checks to be sure she isn't looking, then checks the street, but he's pretty well concealed in the recessed doorway of the shop. Grinning, he steps over his bike and catapults after the thieves so fast that the few bits of paper litter in the street have barely lifted off by the time he snatches back the packages.
He sets both tubes down on the counter with an easy smile and grabs another cookie just in time for Susannah to return.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jan 26, 2012 17:42:23 GMT -5
"Here you go, dear!" Susannah says, offering Jay the little parcel of cookies, none the wiser about his little jaunt to retrieve her packages.
"Oh, and um," she looks down at the floor, blushing slightly. "If you, or maybe a friend or someone ever needs a bit of clothing repaired or tailored or anything... well, that's what I'm here for!" Oh dear, she feels terribly silly trying to advertise her services to this nice young man!
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Post by Blurr on Jan 28, 2012 18:27:48 GMT -5
Cookies and tailoring? Jay's grin threatens to split his face sideways. He can't sew to save his life and Wally can barely darn a sock.
"You bet!" he says while all too happily accepting his bundle of cookies. "Actually, er," and his face flushes, "if it's okay for me to come back sometime tomorrow, 'cause I'm off tomorrow, I have a jacket… and a couple shirts…." He trails off, too embarrassed to say much more.
He might also be angling for more tasty snacks.
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