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@goodhotblackcoffee
I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.
goodhotblackcoffee -> independent Special Agent Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks (pre season 3) -> dictated by Herald (31, he/they) -> Crossover and OC friendly -> semi-selective
->Rules<- ->Verses/AUs<-
(Currently under revamp/construction)
antoine grinned, quite happy to be the source of pleasant surprises for the day. it was a nice change of pace. "yeah! we do it all the time!" he paused, "you do have a coffee grinder at home, right?" antoine worried about the kind of spiritual sunset that could occur should the man open his bag of coffee at home to realise he has no way of actually preparing it. especially since such sad moments could be prevented, just by him grinding the coffee in advance. sure, it wouldn't be all that fresh. it would still be better than no coffee at all.
he watched the other, wondering. he really was dressed like a proper businessman, from the perfect tie down to the no doubt utilised watch. but he just seemed all too silly to be involved in... money. antoine leaned his head to the side, wondering where else to place him, just as he was given space to answer questions again. "oh, maybe around three or four? after the lunch hours but before people really start pouring in after leaving work. not to worry, though, we've always got a seat for a friendly face!"
Cooper nodded firmly. He could absolutely attend to his investigation and return around that time. ... Well, he hoped anyway. Things did have a habit of getting away from him. At least he had an excuse to leave if he needed to get out of a situation.
"That's very kind of you." A hand was extended, hoping the other would take it in a hand shake. "Special Agent Dale Cooper, but most just call me Cooper. I'm in town on an investigation." He held up his other hand, once again offering a little smile. "Not to worry, I should be back just in time to make that hour window."
Because that was the thing someone would be worried about upon hearing an FBI agent was in their town on an investigation.
the fallen had gone back to washing the dishes, hands moving in familiar motions his eyes keeping control but occasionally his gaze does skip to the other still. not that he would be so concerned what happens to a bag of coffee beans, but rather the peculiarities of this man were a sight for sore eyes. he'd seen plenty of weird people throughout his life but few were as odd and yet as positive as this man.
speaking into a tape recorder... well, why not? securing a bag of coffee beans... that was a funny way to put it but if anything, the poet could appreciate bringing a little drama and excitement into the ordinary. there was something perfectly reliable about the other, too. perhaps it had to do with the fact that antoine managed to serve two more customers and when he got back to his post, the man was still talking, ever so patiently describing what felt like all the creases and crevices of this particular bag. he'd almost felt bad taking it back from him.
"no problem." he took the bag and situated it back behind the bar, "you wanna keep it here and pick it up later in the day? people coming here for daytrips do it all the time." the man did look slightly out of place, though his suit suggested more of a business trip than anything else. "we close at six."
Oh, there was no way he could keep his emotion tucked away this time. A genuine look of surprise bloomed on his features, and his eyes flicked back and forth between the bag and Antoine.
"... You mean, I could purchase that from you?" Cooper extended a finger and gestured towards the object in question. The idea of coming back was incredibly alluring, and the agent figured that he could get what he needed done and easily return before closing time. He held up his hand, quietly asking the other to give him a moment as he checked his watch and did the math.
"What would you say is your most still hour? I would like to come back perhaps when I can properly appreciate this magnificent coffee without taking up a seat someone else might need." No sense in being rude to his fellow man. There was more than enough of that going around these days.
the sun indeed was out. and antoine made a note of his light bouncing off the dark stormy clouds outside. not unlike sunlight hitting a yellow house during a storm, that level of contrast. a bright stranger, a welcome sight in such a day, the more so if his nature inspired poetry.
his hands remained busy while listening to the other's utmost polite interruption, his eyes a question mark until he'd figured out what the other was stumbling over himself to ask. he smiled, wiping his hands upon a washcloth and reaching over to grab the same brand bag as the one he was using to prepare the coffee.
"oh, all's pardonned when it comes to coffee. alright? -- it's bridgehead, they're canadian and quite new, we'd only started buying from them a month ago! here, you can have a look yourself..." he'd leaned in a bit to hand it over the counter.
The agent is absolutely absorbed in the transaction, setting down his cup to gently take the bag in his hands. He handles it almost as if it were a new born baby, turning it over to note the packaging and the distribution site. He actually took a moment to read the little blurbs printed on the bag. Not enough people did that these days, and it was sad to think about someone had put the time and effort into taking the words and making something out of them. His deep brown eyes moved to his jacket pocket, to which was retrieved a rather dated looking tape recorder. It was all so fluid, almost as if the recorder were a mere extension of his being.
“Diane, I managed to secure the bag that the coffee grounds came from.” He said, attempting to keep his boyish glee in check, “It’s a Canadian brand. Relatively new. Bridgehead is the name. I find the packaging rather charming. It’s a simple design: tan front with the company’s logo printed at the top. It appears to be someone on a bicycle, perhaps toting along bags of fine coffee beans.” He continued like this, practically describing in almost excruciating detail what he held in his hand before carefully handing the item in question back to Antoine.
“Thank you very much.” Cooper beamed.
continued from here ☕
Despite the weather, the sun was out. Special Agent Dale Cooper had a smile that lit up a room, whether he wanted it to or not.
In this instance though, he was more than happy to share his light for anyone who would look upon it. It was such a dreary day, after all.
"And what a pleasure it is." His voice reflected the joy in his heart, and it radiated outward from him with every word, "Listen, I now you're quite busy and do forgive my interruption, but would you be able to tell me what blend this is? I would like to purchase it for myself."
@handgiven
i get why deer run in front of cars
special agent dale cooper meme
“Coincidence and fate figure largely in our lives.”
“How’s _____?”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“Black as midnight on a moonless night.”
“I have no idea where this will lead us. But I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.”
“Secrets are dangerous things.”
“There’s nothing quite like urinating in the open air.”
“Every day, once a day, give yourself a present.”
“They’ve got a cherry pie there that’ll kill you.”
“I only have time for coffee.”
“I never liked the name _____. Always wish I had been born an Apache and named Ten Sticks. Why, I do not know.”
“Now I’m going to go down and get us two malts and some fries downstairs. Then I want you to tell me all your troubles.”
“I’m holding in my hands a small box of chocolate bunnies.”
“I have become deeply moved by the plight of the Tibetan people.”
“Surprisingly, I met three people on the dance floor who were also Eagle Scouts. One of them still seemed particularly interested in the tying and use of knots.”
“I am honoured beyond my ability to express myself.”
“Give me a doughnut.”
“What kind of fantastic trees have you got growing around here?”
“Are you still seeing this… Dick?”
“The feel of leather against skin is a surprisingly sensual experience.”
“File it under ‘F,’ for ‘forget it.’”
“Surefire cure for a hangover. You take a glass of nearly frozen, unstrained tomato juice. You plop a couple of oysters in there and you drink it down. Breathe deeply. Next you take a mound, and I mean a mound, of sweetbreads sautéed with some Canadian bacon and chestnuts. Finally, some biscuits, big biscuits, smothered in gravy. Now here’s where it gets tricky. You’re going to need some anchovies. You take…”
*thumbs up*
“I’m talking about seeing beyond fear. About looking at the world with love.”
“I could bury you in a building so deep in Washington, you’d never see the sun.”
“I work for you now. You say drink coffee, I’ll drink coffee.”
“I believe I was visited by a giant last night. Twice.”
“Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup collides with ham.”
“Think I have made a terrible mistake going to college. Have decided to become a shepherd and spend my days tending to flocks of goats.”
“You know why I’m whittling?”
“Is that bag smiling?”
“Gentlemen, when two separate events occur simultaneously pertaining to the same object in inquiry we must always pay strict attention.”
“Never drink coffee that has been anywhere near a fish.”
“Without a doubt, I am a-okay.”
“All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought it might be.”
“Urination lasted a full two minutes. Can safely say that they were the two most satisfying minutes I have ever spent in my short life.”
“Find the attraction of academics pales in comparison to sex, particularly when one is not getting any.”
“You know, this is—excuse me—a damn fine cup of coffee.”
“I would highly recommend it as a substitute for sex.”
“I believe for the first time in my life I know what love is, because I have lost it.”
“_____, you’re alright.”
“Sleep deprivation is a one-way ticket to temporary psychosis.”
“I became a public health threat at about the forty-four-hour mark of sleep deprivation.”
“Could you call a doctor?”
“This must be where pies go when they die.”
“My symptoms suggest the onset of malaria, but I’ve never felt better in my life.”
“Now I find myself in need of something new, which, for lack of a better word, we shall call ‘magic.’”
“It’s not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind.”
“Well, I’m sure he meant to do that.”
“You’re making a joke.”
Horror starters
"Did you hear that noise? It sounded like it came from the basement."
"I told you we should have never entered this house. We need to get out of here."
"What was that figure we saw in the woods?"
"It didn't look human."
"We should stay together and find a way to escape."
"This place gives me the creeps. It feels like we're being watched."
"I have the same eerie feeling."
"We need to find a way to uncover the truth behind this."
"Did you see that? The painting just moved!"
"I don't think we're alone in this house."
"We have to find a way to break this curse."
"There's something strange about this town. People seem to disappear without a trace."
"We need to uncover the secrets that lie beneath the surface. It's the only way to stop this horror."
"What's that sound coming from the attic?"
"Let's stick together and search for a way to escape this nightmare."
"I can't shake off this feeling that we're trapped in a never-ending loop."
"It's like we're caught in a time warp. We must find the key to break free from this cycle."
"I just found an old diary with disturbing entries."
"It seems this place has a dark history."
"We need to piece together the puzzle and uncover the truth before it consumes us."
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
"We need to find a way to appease the spirits."
"We should have never opened that cursed artifact."
"Now we're trapped in a nightmare of our own making. We have to find a way to reverse the curse."
"This fog is getting thicker, and I can't see anything."
"It's like we're trapped in a labyrinth. We must stay together and find a way out."
"The shadows are moving."
"I think something evil lurks in this house."
"We have to find a way to banish the darkness and reclaim this place from its malevolent grip."
"I found an old book that contains dark rituals and incantations."
"We must destroy that book and put an end to the dark forces it has awakened."
"This place is cursed. We need to perform a ritual to break the curse."
"If we want any chance of survival, we must follow the ancient rituals and confront the evil head-on."
"Diane, it's me. It's been quite a long time since you and I spoke, but I hope you're still around to listen."
ofthehappygenerations:
“That he is. Handsome man in his forties, could talk your ears off about trains at any given moment, but figured there’d be more money to be made with music. So he did. Not that he isn’t a veritable jazz encyclopedia as well, but all the enthusiasm is reserved for trains. Meaning: please do not mention trains or train-adjacent matters, we don’t have all night.”
Albert kicks a cigarette butt off the sidewalk as he sorts out his thoughts.
“Mind you, Cooper, this is a fine club. There’s good people playing and good people listening, and a discreet atmosphere.”
And yet someone (or something, but Albert isn’t one to underrate the human capacity for cruelty - his bet is on a someone) mauled a kid within spitting range of the place. There is no possible scenario that isn’t unsettling and that doesn’t piss him off to the bone.
@goodhotblackcoffee @cursedexe
As Albert talks about the owner, Cooper begins to put two and two together.
This was a gay bar. A patron of said bar got killed. A young patron, for that matter.
Dale is taken a little a back at the connection. Was this a possible hate crime on top of all the weirdness? It makes his heart sink, and he’s not sure if he should bring it up. He’s sure Albert is already thinking about that, and that’s perhaps why he’s tiptoeing around certain things. Poor kid.
“I’ll make sure to let you lead.” He offers, giving Albert a tentative smile.
@ofthehappygenerations @laughingpinecone
hellgodbaby:
“‘Not sure’?” Randy said, narrowing his eyes. What the hell did that mean?
He leaned over and looked out the window into the parking lot behind Richard. The car was there–no damage by the look of it, thank Jesus. At least Richard managed to return it in one piece even if he couldn’t manage to get it back on time. But there was a woman leaning against it smoking a cigarette, and she sure as hell wasn’t Linda.
He turned back to Richard and held out his hand. Same old shit. He told Art that Richard would do something like this.
“Look, Dick. I dunno what in the hell you’ve been doin’ for the past month, but you’re overdue on the return. Favor’s over. I need the keys back from you.”
Wait, handing the car over? What was he supposed to do for transportation?
Cooper was going to retaliate, explain that this was a rental from somewhere beyond where this man would understand but... he had to trust Philip. He needed to remember the laws of places between dimensions. He had to give something to get something. Laura would understand. Things would pan out.
The conflict flickers on his face for a moment, but it fades as he pulls out the keys and places them in the hands of the man he used to know. He’s not sure what else to say, so he sticks his face in his coffee and ponders. Who was this Artie? He was sure he was going to meet him eventually. Was it another familiar face? How funny would that be. Hmm. Probably best to ask.
“Well, where is Artie anyway?”
@hellgodbaby
youmaythinkyouknowme:
‘ well, the coffee is good, I’ll give you that. company isn’t half bad either. ‘
his reactions chase each other over his face, and she has a good time watching them. it’s like reading a book, only more complex and interesting, depending on the person. his reactions read well to moderately positive, information she stores away for a later date.
‘ business? oh, now that sounds interesting. what exactly do you do? ‘
Dale decides it’s best to clear his throat, shift in his seat and take a calming drink from his caffeine laced cup of coffee. Deep breaths, Dale.
“I’m an FBI agent, remember? I’m sure anyone can guess that I can’t speak freely of my work. I can say I do some research and reconnaissance, but that’s the best I can give you.” Charming as she was, he just met this woman. It was very tempting to open up to her like a pinned frog on an examination table but he had been through that already before.
“How about you? What do you do for a living besides exist in multiple states at once?”
hellgodbaby:
Randy looks up from his desk, and sonofabitch if it isn’t Richard. Coming through the door like he had just walked off with those keys to take a quick ten minute spin around the block to buy some god damn orange juice. Randy lifts his feet off his desk and stands up, walking over to meet him at the coffee rack in the waiting area.
“Artie’s been tryin’ to call ya.” He dumped some non-dairy creamer into a styrofoam cup and pumped in some watery shit-coffee from the dispenser. He handed it to Richard. “Thought you disappeared off the map there for a bit or somethin’. You find her at least?”
@goodhotblackcoffee
Well, it looks like a duck, talks like a duck, and sure walks like a duck but is it actually a duck?
Now from what he can tell, judging by the names being presented to him, Phillip was in the same kind situation Laura was in. If that was the case, maybe this ‘Artie’ was Albert? No. That would most likely be too convenient and perhaps hurt a little too much.
Dale takes the coffee, not one to really reject a cup unless it had fish flavor attached to it. It’s not the best brew, but it’s something.
“Not sure if I did.” He says plainly, not sure of the implications of his words or the relationship to this ‘she’, but he assumes that the Jefferies he spoke to was alluding to this situation, and therefore things would play out, “I sure found something like her, though.”
@hellgodbaby
hellgodbaby:
[Text time stamped 22 minutes earlier than the current time] are you//##$> $> $$ cooper
@cursedexe
Well that was... odd. He’s not quite sure what to make of it at first. Blinking down at the offending text, he screws his brows together before making a reply.
[Text:] Yes, I am. That hasn’t changed.
Was this a test? Or was this somehow the other that was reaching out to him now? From 22 minutes in the past? No. No it’s better not to question. He will understand in time.
@hellgodbaby
hellgodbaby:
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@cursedexe
Did that mean... Jefferies was just like Laura? Was he here, in this place? How would he know who he was? Would they look the same? Would Jefferies know it was him?
[Text:] Should I go looking? Will they know who I am?
@hellgodbaby
youmaythinkyouknowme:
‘ the view, obviously. and you’re welcome, of course. ‘
she takes his excitement with no small amount of amusement, trying to hide her smile behind her cup as he shakes her hand.
‘ easy baby, no need to get that excited, I’m not anything super special at the moment. just here to — get away from New York for a bit. ‘
in his distracted excitement, she manages to press his hand palm up on the table and drag the tips of her nails lightly over the inside of his wrist.
‘ I could ask you the same question, I suppose. why are you here, special agent cooper? you from this area, or here for work? ‘
She likes nature! She likes to travel! She likes -
Oh.
He’s not quite sure how to feel about what she just did, but it shoots straight past his gut and he’s pulled from his excitement of things over all. It becomes directly channeled into those sculpted nails of hers, and he feels himself getting a little hot under the collar.
“Uh...” He replies, so eloquently, “... I’m... honestly just here for the coffee. I mean, I ... am in town on business, but this establishment I’m... just here for the coffee.”
Gosh, she was gorgeous. And he was really close to her. When did this happen? She’s touching him? In public? Goodness.
