05-20-2014, 12:30 PM
There are plenty of places close to Amber's small house where she can get a decent cup of coffee. The house is in the Baker Historic district, somewhere between Santa Fe and Broadway. Bohemians and hipsters and everything in between and beyond abound in this neighborhood. Amber likes this coffee shop because like a lot of the independent stores along Broadway it doubles as a gallery of sorts. She likes seeing what other people in the city are getting up to around here, and the coffees not bad, and the music is acceptable.
When one has become accustomed to unwanted attention - wary glances, lustful interest, wide-eyed admiration - one learns to tune it out, but this is a familiar place. The girl behind the counter is a familiar face, has Amber's small black coffee and oversized fresh baked brownie ready for her almost before she hits the counter.
Gives Amber the wrong change, which makes her frown, green eyes narrowing with something like suspicion and a certain Amber-brand look of concern (which is to say she looks at the poor girl like she's lost her damn mind). Amber orders the same thing every time she comes here, which granted isn't every single day or anything, but is enough that when she hands over a ten - well you get the idea.
"What's up with you?" she asks, her voice a low and smoky like someone worked sandpaper over her vocal cords. Does she get an answer?
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Later: There's a flyer on her car, tucked under her windshield wiper. That sort of thing used to make her furious. Now she just rolls her eyes and breathes out an exasperated breath. She's about to crumple up the paper and toss it onto the passenger seat of her car when she pauses to study and consider it.
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Tuesday, May 20th. Amber's schedule is an odd one if one doesn't know the company she keeps. Anyone observing and making note of it might think she has an irregular sleep cycle. The mornings she comes to the little blue house are frequent - frequent enough to peg the place as lived in, at any rate, often enough that any nosy neighbors will assume she stays over at a lover's from time to time but that this is still home. Anyway, she gets there in the early hours of the dawn and she sleeps into the early afternoon.
When she steps out, heading off for a trip to the gym, she almost misses the bird. Thinks it's the product of a neighborhood stray, a cat or a coyote or something. She notices it, and she stops and she looks at it and she groans. She'd leave it, but the HOA has already given her shit for not keeping nice flowers in the large and otherwise empty clay planters in front of her house. She'll have to clean it up.
Disgusted and annoyed, she heads back inside to see if she has a dustpan and broom.
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niko @ 10:38AM
Amber: percept+emp: dat barista
Roll: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 8, 10) ( success x 2 )
niko @ 10:38AM
[Amber: int+street: dat flyer
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 8, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
Samael @ 10:38AM
Witnessed!
niko @ 10:39AM
Thanks!
Depending on what she gets off that Streetwise roll, Jess, she might lean on her Street influence or check in with her ally.
When one has become accustomed to unwanted attention - wary glances, lustful interest, wide-eyed admiration - one learns to tune it out, but this is a familiar place. The girl behind the counter is a familiar face, has Amber's small black coffee and oversized fresh baked brownie ready for her almost before she hits the counter.
Gives Amber the wrong change, which makes her frown, green eyes narrowing with something like suspicion and a certain Amber-brand look of concern (which is to say she looks at the poor girl like she's lost her damn mind). Amber orders the same thing every time she comes here, which granted isn't every single day or anything, but is enough that when she hands over a ten - well you get the idea.
"What's up with you?" she asks, her voice a low and smoky like someone worked sandpaper over her vocal cords. Does she get an answer?
------
Later: There's a flyer on her car, tucked under her windshield wiper. That sort of thing used to make her furious. Now she just rolls her eyes and breathes out an exasperated breath. She's about to crumple up the paper and toss it onto the passenger seat of her car when she pauses to study and consider it.
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Tuesday, May 20th. Amber's schedule is an odd one if one doesn't know the company she keeps. Anyone observing and making note of it might think she has an irregular sleep cycle. The mornings she comes to the little blue house are frequent - frequent enough to peg the place as lived in, at any rate, often enough that any nosy neighbors will assume she stays over at a lover's from time to time but that this is still home. Anyway, she gets there in the early hours of the dawn and she sleeps into the early afternoon.
When she steps out, heading off for a trip to the gym, she almost misses the bird. Thinks it's the product of a neighborhood stray, a cat or a coyote or something. She notices it, and she stops and she looks at it and she groans. She'd leave it, but the HOA has already given her shit for not keeping nice flowers in the large and otherwise empty clay planters in front of her house. She'll have to clean it up.
Disgusted and annoyed, she heads back inside to see if she has a dustpan and broom.
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niko @ 10:38AM
Amber: percept+emp: dat barista
Roll: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 8, 10) ( success x 2 )
niko @ 10:38AM
[Amber: int+street: dat flyer
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 8, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
Samael @ 10:38AM
Witnessed!
niko @ 10:39AM
Thanks!
Depending on what she gets off that Streetwise roll, Jess, she might lean on her Street influence or check in with her ally.