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[hey-chelsea]

Unorthodox Brew || Sage & Chelsea

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Chelsea’s not really a coffee person. She didn’t drink any growing up and when she started living on her own, well.. Well, Chelsea can’t do anything in the kitchen if it involves heat. She’s tried coffee a few times. She wants to like it. But it really seems like one of those “aquired tastes.”

The smell of a coffee shop is pretty nice though. It’s got such a relaxing and rustic scent, she thinks, as she walks into The Roost and orders a strawberry- lemon tea. The woman who takes her order has wild blonde hair and a sharp, attractive face. And about a head taller than Chelsea. She can’t really tell. But when the barista asks for her name, Chelsea realizes she had been staring, totally awe-struck and maybe a little slack-jawed.

She chokes on her name for half a second before she blinks her eyes and says “Chelsea” with an embarrassed smile, wipes her nervous hands on the side of her tank top.

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Breaking and Entering || Sage & Mark

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“Are you serious?” Mark whispered as he put his chin in his hands, studying the security camera from his office. He was due a round about the hallways soon anyway, but the absolute flagrancy of the curly-haired woman currently picking the lock of the Baycourt, as if heedless of the security systems in place, blew his mind.

What did she honestly think she was going to get away with?

He was feeling...oddly charitable. And, strangely, he thought he recognized her face from his occasional stops at The Roast shortly before his evening shifts. Was she getting her rocks off from breaking into places? Did she intend to steal anything valuable?

After a few seconds, just as he knew she’d be getting the lock to pop open, Mark reached over and turned the automatic security system off with a long sigh. He’d speak to her, at least. He was feeling awfully self-destructive after the recent meeting he had with Muffy - the least he could do was amuse himself.

By the time the woman entered the lobby, Mark stood there, arms crossed over his chest and brow quirked, regarding her in silence.

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an actual conversation  ||  sage & julius

     ⌜♥⌟  Julius doesn’t usually find himself waiting on people. He’s the one to show up pleasantly late, finding the other in their seat and sliding across from them, or whatever else it is they might be wanting to do. But here he is, fashionably late, and he’s... still waiting.

     Ah.

     Coffee isn’t the worst thing to find, right? They were just about right outside the damn place when they’d made plans-- he and Sage (which is her name, right?), sick of walking past each other and never actually having conversation. Now he just has to, you know... wait for her to show up. So they can have conversation.

     Granted, traffic is always rough at this time of day, so she might be getting off a rough shift at work, or... Well. If Julius waits much longer, he’ll be-- oh, there she is. With a wave, he tries to signal her over, already fiddling with his lovely little mug.

     ⌜♥⌟  “And here I thought I’d be entertaining a ghost for an hour,” he jokes, smiling at her. “Did you make it here alright?”

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Bloodstone, pearl, sapphire

Gemstone Asks!!

Bloodstone: Who is someone you would risk your life for?

     ⌜♥⌟  “My mother...” If he could only grow a spine and find her again.

Pearl: What are you trying to heal from right now?

     ⌜♥⌟  “Nothing.” Healing implies that he’s actually getting better, but certain wounds have been festering for years-- or they’re sloppily healed, frail and ready to resurface at a moment’s notice.

Sapphire: Where do you see yourself in five years?

     ⌜♥⌟  “With Noah, with my name plastered on more fashion show pamphlets, erm...” There are plenty of things he would like to see, but they’re unlikely and... embarrassing, quite frankly.

[harbourpointe]

Heyy I'm switching Sage to working at Ink Inc and part time at The Roast.

Sounds perfect! <3 Just remember to update the doc’s Job section for reference!

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[bttp] A Cat-tastrophe|| Sage & Vaughn

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This cardboard box was going to give sooner or later and he would need to find a more stable shelter for this cat. His hat was over the box, shielding the creature from the rain, but it left Vaughn defenseless to the continued on pour. 

Currently, Vaughn was hiding under a flipped garbage lid that created a lean-to against the wall. It wasn’t one of the worst places he’d held up in, but it wasn’t great. His primary concern right now was the cat, not himself. 

He slipped out of his little hovel and placed the box back under, turning in a squat so he could remove the hat and look down. She wasn’t getting any better and needed some kind of nourishment. “I’m going to go see what I can find for you. I’ll be back soon, ok?” He knew the cat couldn’t understand him, but he hoped he could convey that he was coming back. The black hat was replaced over the box.

He needed to be quick. 

[harbourpointe]

Witch Princess "Sage" is here. She's a Barista at The Roast

Try not to cause too much trouble ;)

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