i ordered two coffees, one is for you

[whattigerscanchange]

Who: Odessa Wander and you, maybe!
What: Coffee break and downtime.
Where: The Glory Shada.
When: Various points throughout the workday.
Notes: This is an open thread for those who have reason to be at the Glory Shada.
Warnings: None as of this posting. Will update if that changes.

When Odessa Wander was told decided she would become a surgeon, it was for a very select organisation. It meant that barring some sort of disaster - and those were known to happen - she didn't actually have to work that often. She found it dull, and never imagined she'd savour the time between surgeries.

She definitely savours it now, like the cup of coffee cradled in her hands. Working with and for the public is more hectic than she ever expected it to be. And if she were a better person, she'd actually find it to be more rewarding. At any rate, she's thankful for her pay, and that she's doing the work she loves, and that she's kept busy, but Christ she wishes she could be more selective about her cases. It's made her glad she didn't pursue working Emergency.

It can't be comfortable in those heels she's wearing, but she isn't sitting in the break room. She leans her back up against the wall, staring across the room sort of at the wall opposite her, but also past it. If uncertainty were a palpable feeling, it would be properly radiating from her. Beyond obviously wool gathering, however, she takes great care to ensure that she doesn't appear to be outwardly sulking.

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[cerebral]

That previous laugh gets turned into a bright smile as Erik approaches. "Well, I wouldn't want to start getting predictable." Don't mind him as he rocks on the balls of his feet, still grinning.

Although it does get curbed due to introductions. "Erik, this is Odessa Wander, a colleague of mine," with an accompanying gesture. As if the lab coat didn't give it away. "Odessa, this is my good friend, Erik Lehnsherr." Now he can put his hands in his coat pockets, quite pleased with how events turned out.

[whattigerscanchange]

"Oh, it's the only way to travel." Odessa blows a stream of smoke out of the corner of her mouth, away from the two men. She's visibly pleased with herself for having impressed the telepath, which means she's all but glowing as she greets Erik. "Charmed." That he's aloof doesn't bother her in the least. She's used to caution. "It's nice to meet a fellow Xenian. So, what do you do?" Her face scrunches up, apologetic. "Or is that too nosy?"

please excuse my slownessss

[magnetic]

It is sort of nosy, actually, but it's not as though he's ashamed to discuss his abilities—now that he can afford to do so without worrying about being inconvenienced, anyway. Still, he's sensed an opportunity to be difficult, and so:

"I work with the sheriff's office in Mafaton, actually." Perhaps this evasion will come off as humility? Or prudence? That is a rather knowing look, after all; he's not oblivious to her question. "Deputy, at the moment."

For now. He likes to dream big. (See: working with, not for.)

[cerebral]

Someone notices that obstinance. Charles' eyebrow raises ever so slightly, but he doesn't address any grievance directly. Instead there is a small crease to his forehead, as if to say must we?

He does, however, voice what went unsaid. "I've no doubt he'll be running the canton, soon enough. But then I can think of few people more suited." Because if Erik isn't going to sing his own praises, he'll do it for him, apparently (although the sentiment is genuine). Take that.

[whattigerscanchange]

The evasion is not entirely lost on Odessa, but she doesn't press it. It was nosy, after all. Instead, she lights up as if that had been precisely what she was asking all along (and in some ways, it was). "Really! Deputy, hm? I'm sure Charles is right, and you'll be moving up in no time. You just have that look about you."

She takes another drag and again blows the smoke away from them. "You know, I've been looking into getting a place in Mafaton. The place I have now is way too close to Bonetown for my tastes." Her faces screws up for a moment, a quick shake of her head. "Not that there's anything wrong with Bonetown, but it makes my powers all fritzy." She wiggles the fingers of one hand as if illustratively.

[magnetic]

His ego doesn't need any help, Charles, thank you. (But he'll take it.)

"That's exactly what is wrong with Bonetown, actually." He says this mildly despite his own strong opinion of the place. Bonetown should not exist, Erik feels. "Mafaton's housing prices are still reasonable, though, you should look into it."

Without skipping a beat, then, he shifts his attention back to Charles. "I'll come back later, shall I?" He was going to attempt to steal the man away from his office, but if he's busy hanging out with Odessa...