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undergrounds2016-10-15 05:04 pm
catphishing) wrote in undergrounds2016-10-15 05:04 pm
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[OPEN] October Post
Redbright Institute
Open to Redbright affiliates.
[Oliver is getting settled into his new role now. He can often be seen out and about, fixing computers, phones, or whatever else might need doing. It's often basic stuff. Not too different from his last job in the end besides the kinds of people he's working around. Turns out the supernatural are just as prone to not realizing their printer isn't plugged in as anyone else.
He tries to make small talk with other staff members where he can, but he's a little awkward about it. Definitely still an outsider, and not just because he's a standard human. Much of the time he's not working on projects he's in his office, typing at his computer but more than available if anyone should come knocking.]
Some Bar Somewhere
OTA, Friday evenings.
[After a week of work it's nice kick back and relax with a beer or two. He stands at the bar, tending to keep to himself at first, though he's responsive to small talk.
It's later on when he's a little more tipsy he's less capable of that. A little more likely to bump into someone followed by a stuttered apology. He can be found outside too, attempting to clear his head, but maybe wincing a little at the smoke of cigarettes inevitably lit near the door.]
Coffee Shop
OTA, whenever.
[Sometimes a guy's got to have coffee. He's more than capable of making his own, but he appreciates the fancy kind beyond his skill that no good barista would consider coffee anymore. Especially when there are seasonal varieties for him to enjoy.
Maybe his pumpkin spice latte is a little eye roll worthy, but hey, it tastes really good.]
Open to Redbright affiliates.
[Oliver is getting settled into his new role now. He can often be seen out and about, fixing computers, phones, or whatever else might need doing. It's often basic stuff. Not too different from his last job in the end besides the kinds of people he's working around. Turns out the supernatural are just as prone to not realizing their printer isn't plugged in as anyone else.
He tries to make small talk with other staff members where he can, but he's a little awkward about it. Definitely still an outsider, and not just because he's a standard human. Much of the time he's not working on projects he's in his office, typing at his computer but more than available if anyone should come knocking.]
Some Bar Somewhere
OTA, Friday evenings.
[After a week of work it's nice kick back and relax with a beer or two. He stands at the bar, tending to keep to himself at first, though he's responsive to small talk.
It's later on when he's a little more tipsy he's less capable of that. A little more likely to bump into someone followed by a stuttered apology. He can be found outside too, attempting to clear his head, but maybe wincing a little at the smoke of cigarettes inevitably lit near the door.]
Coffee Shop
OTA, whenever.
[Sometimes a guy's got to have coffee. He's more than capable of making his own, but he appreciates the fancy kind beyond his skill that no good barista would consider coffee anymore. Especially when there are seasonal varieties for him to enjoy.
Maybe his pumpkin spice latte is a little eye roll worthy, but hey, it tastes really good.]
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Why? It's yours. What if someone had done that on purpose?
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[If someone had, she would have let it go, probably, in the same way she was doing now.] Take the latte. Please?
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Well... I guess it's better you take mine now?
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Take whichever one you like. I really don't mind.
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[Annie reaches for her original latte, taking it from Oliver. After that, she hands him the new one.]
There. Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.
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[He takes the new one, taking a sip now that that's sorted.]
But I am still glad you said something. It was your drink. Maybe I'll pay better attention to the queue order next time.
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I'm- I'm Annie.
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I'm Oliver.
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Sit with me, Oliver? [Maybe they could be friends.] Least I can do.
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[He motions to the nearest table.]
Is here okay?
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[She smiles, and nods.] Sure.
[She takes a seat, and smiles across the table at her new friend.] You're American. [Stating the obvious.]
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[He grins, sitting down and relaxing into the seat opposite her. Maybe she's stating the obvious, but on the plus side at least she's not guessing Canadian.]
I am. I've lived in London for a few years though.
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[She doesn't know how great Oliver is at picking up the different accents of the United Kingdom.]
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Which part of Ireland are you from? I've never been there.
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No, I haven't. I'm sorry. I'm the clueless kind of American.
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It's okay- I couldn't tell you where most of your states are.