http://ruinedu2.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ruinedu2.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-12-09 08:07 am

take these broken wings and learn to fly

Who: "Fauxlivia" Dunham and you.
What: Coffee.
Where: Mog Hill, Queequeg's.
When: Veerdi (or any given) morning.
Warnings: None as of yet. Probably language?


Olivia would like to be one of those people waiting at the door when Queequeg's opens at 7, but in good conscience, she can't bring herself to add to the rush when she hasn't got any place to be in the mornings just yet. She waits a respectable hour before making her way from her room at Valhalla Inn to the sunken ship motif'd coffee shop.

It's become a bit of a game, ordering a coffee with the instruction surprise me. Sometimes this turns out to be a pleasant surprise, and those combinations she writes down for later reference. Sometimes she discovers that she should stick to what she knows. Today she's fortunately enjoying the results of flavour roulette, her hands wrapped around the hot beverage, a contented smile on her lips after a tentative sip. Out on deck, the warmth of it is appreciated.
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[personal profile] hehaseatenthepancake 2012-01-06 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Hellboy pinches at the bridge of his nose. "I don't know much, 'cause I got enough trouble in town. I'm sure there's someone knows something, although probably not everything. Like I said, there's a guild of folks who go out there and bring stuff back. I know a group from our cohort got a boat and tried their luck out on the ocean five minutes after getting here, and they were lucky to make it back."

With a grunt and a bit of creakiness, he stubs out his cigarette, then stands up and slings his sword properly onto his back. "Listen, I gotta get going. It's a bit of a hike back to Sobek Croix, and this coffee and breakfast are going to keep me awake only so much longer." He extends his left hand to shake. "It was nice talking to you."