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Real coffee. From the hills of Columbia...
Who: Devola, Gaignun
What: A cuppa and some conversation
When: January 12th, noon-ish.
Where: A coffeehouse. (I'll make up a lame name for it when the Player Locations post returns ~)
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 if someone feels a bit profane.
It had been something of a long time coming. Between differing work schedules and Devola'ssimple, easily-distracted nature taking front seattime temporarily becoming monopolized by a miniature onslaught of "new" technology to play with, well... Just sitting down and having a pleasant chat with someone (who she'd previously discussed doing so with) had been far too delayed.
In any case, inspiration had struck. By and large, there weren't many better ways to spend a chilly day than with a warm drink and some pleasant conversation, and -- being winter in a place where seasons actually changed -- every day in Prospero had been a chilly one for quite some time.
So, earlier in the morning she'd sent an invitation to Gaignun. They'd checked for matching breaks within their respective schedules and had lucked out, arranging to meet at one of the coffee houses dotting Prospero's shopping district during lunch...
What: A cuppa and some conversation
When: January 12th, noon-ish.
Where: A coffeehouse. (I'll make up a lame name for it when the Player Locations post returns ~)
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 if someone feels a bit profane.
It had been something of a long time coming. Between differing work schedules and Devola's
In any case, inspiration had struck. By and large, there weren't many better ways to spend a chilly day than with a warm drink and some pleasant conversation, and -- being winter in a place where seasons actually changed -- every day in Prospero had been a chilly one for quite some time.
So, earlier in the morning she'd sent an invitation to Gaignun. They'd checked for matching breaks within their respective schedules and had lucked out, arranging to meet at one of the coffee houses dotting Prospero's shopping district during lunch...

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"I know quite a few gourmands from home that would be having a heart attack by now."
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"Guess that's the difference between terra firma and floating in the stars, when it's all said and done."
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A pause, before curiosity struck again. "How many planets are out there with atmosphere's similar to Earth's, anyway? Before the tech-blackout we hadn't found too many, if memory serves."
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Introspective musings over, she chose to finish her sentence with a mere "...Mildly disappointing."
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"I don't know what would have happened if we had to take other species into account with all our troubles with the Gnosis."
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"As interesting as something entirely inhuman could be, I guess there's a track record of them being a bit inhospitable."
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