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Isabelle Lightwood ([personal profile] seveninchmotto) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2018-07-27 05:27 pm

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

It continued to be far too hot in New York. And Flick had made some pretty persuasive points about Isabelle not spending all her time in her office, so, here she was. Not in her office. And not even in New York.

She'd chosen Fandom because while Alicante would've been nice, Fandom had air conditioning, iced lattes, and wifi. And those were all things Isabelle thought she rightfully deserved after the last while. Also, browsing clothing store sites on her phone definitely counted as work. There was an official Institute function coming up! She needed something befitting of an acting leader.

So she was seated by the window, enjoying the chance to see some sunlight and not feel smothered by it.

[ooc: Open post/place!]
spectre_alenko: Kaidan looking oh so very serious (Default)

[personal profile] spectre_alenko 2018-07-27 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Caffeine was necessary. The movie from last night had given him some truly epic, trippy nightmares in addition to his regularly scheduled nightmares. Kaidan was feeling the lack of sleep this afternoon and jogged over to the Perk for some coffee.

He nodded politely to the woman at the window seat and made his way to the barista.

"Hey, what have you got that's got enough caffeine to kick a mule into space but doesn't taste like the southbound end of that same mule?"

The barista considered a moment, "Caramel mocha with a double shot of espresso? Lots of whip?"

"Perfect. Do me one of those, please? Thank you." He paid with cash and was sure to tip while he waited at the other end of the counter for his drink.

I have no idea if you'd pick up on biotics as supernatural but feel free to if you want
Edited 2018-07-27 16:09 (UTC)
spectre_alenko: Kaidan looking oh so very serious (Default)

[personal profile] spectre_alenko 2018-07-27 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan accepted the giant confection of coffee with quiet thanks to the barista. The cappuccino mug had an impressive layer of whipped foam and cream on top. He took a seat at a table nearby the window, separate enough to be polite but close enough that he wasn't shouting across the cafe. He tossed Isabelle a half smile, "Does it count as sleep if it only happens in fifteen minute intervals separated by a minimum of two hours? In theory, I got sleep. There were dreams, anyway."

He sipped his foam and gave it a glance of approval. "I almost think I'd rather stay up tinkering with a project tonight. We watched a complete mindtrip of a movie last night and man, did that do a job on me."
spectre_alenko: Kaidan looking oh so very serious (Default)

[personal profile] spectre_alenko 2018-07-28 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was trippy. It was about a little girl who chased a rabbit into a hole and wound up in a different dimension. Kind of like this island, only less coherent," Kaidan said. He took another drink of coffee.
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-27 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aw, why the long face, Grim?" Edward asked, stepping inside, his long tunic nipping cheerily at his knees.

The grim-faced pirate behind him was already holding on to a full crate. He said nothing.

"All we need 's a another crate of coffee for the poor addicts back on the Jackdaw," Edward said, "You'll be a hero to all."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-27 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
And just like that, Edward's head practically swivelled to find the source of that familiar voice.

Grim eyed him, confused. "Cap'n Kenway?"
doesnotkneel: (edward: listening intently)

[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-27 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guilty as charged," Edward said, snapping out of his initial surprise. He grinned. "Captain Edward Kenway, in the flesh."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-27 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a very long time.

All past sins forgotten; Edward hugged her back, to Grim's mild confusion. "Hello, Isabelle," he said. "It has been quite a while, hasn't it?"
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-29 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Edward's own ring sat somewhere in a pocket deep within his tunic. Pirates didn't respect a married captain; he'd had to keep Caroline a secret for quite a while, now.

Grim watched the whole thing curiously, but said nothing. Edward, for his part, eventually pulled back. "Just visiting, I wager," he said, "I haven't seen you since I was marooned here several months ago."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-29 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a busy life, and rather more glamorous than my first few years away," Edward said wryly. "Shall we sit and have some drinks, then?"

Beat.

"Grim, you can set that down."
doesnotkneel: (pb: happy talking)

[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-07-29 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward went along, ignoring Grim's quizzical looks. "Ah, I'm never hearing the end of this," he sighed, leaning onto the counter.
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-04 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do remember that," Edward said, "But I suppose I can't fault you. I've made one or two myself, of late."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-10 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd never turn down a chance to show a lady around my Jackdaw," Edward said, grinning. "Just recently acquired, so you've arrived just in time."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-10 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, you're close enough," Edward said. "We can leave for the docks as soon as we've our drinks."
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-11 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I find that sort of thing works better with flattery, or implied thread," Edward said, amused.
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-11 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I had considered sharing the story of how I cut off our cook's nose," Edward volunteered casually. "What do you suppose will work best?"
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[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-15 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right, so there I was," Edward started.

The barista slapped Isabelle's order down on the counter.

"... and here we are."