Way down among Brazilians / coffee beans grow by the billions [OPEN]
WHO: bitchisaghost and YOU!
WHERE: A coffee shop downtown within walking distance of the MAC.
WHEN: Forwarddated to Friday morning (the 18th) when people need their coffee!
WARNINGS: Caffinatedness?
SUMMARY: Carmen walks into a coffee shop and baffles at the fact that she suddenly has 200 dollars she didn't used to have in her wallet! If you were in line behind her she just paid for your drink.
FORMAT: Quick, Para, whatever flots your boat
Carmen had spent the few days since her arrival mapping out the world as she knew it again, reasearching the history of this strange parallel place and matching it up with the history she knew from home. By and large it was the same, in all the key ways anyway. All the same major historical events seemed to have happened, same landmarks (mostly, she was still getting over some of the places that had apparently been lost), same major people.
The shift in time was what threw her off, however. Sure she'd time travelled before (and it had been just as thrilling as she'd always imagined) but she'd gone to the past then. The last she'd checked in was 1996. Now it was apparently 2010, and the idea that she'd been slingshotted past a solid fifteen years was less than comforting.
She'd been reserving the bit of money she had had in her pockets on arriving, using it sparingly for food and essentials, still inwardly resisting the idea of looking for a job and making this bizzare detour a permanent fix. But this particular morning her usual get up and go had got up and went and she'd been fighting to keep awake on what had become her daily walk from the MAC to the library. (It felt a bit like being in school again, but studying this world and the history she was missing a knowledge of made her feel more productive than sitting around in the room that her tags had provided her.
She stopped in at the first coffee shop she saw as such, hovering in the crowded morning lineup half-asleep until it was her turn to step up and order. Settling on an Americano coffee (when in Rome...) she dug into a pocket for her wallet, wishing as she pulled it out that she had more cash to spare. Indulging in a six dollar coffee seemed so foolish when she only had -
She stopped when she opened the wallet, staring at the wad of bills in the fold. She... hadn't had that yesterday had she? No she was sure she hadn't. Where had that... She frowned, closing the wallet for a second, glancing back at the line behind her, the looking at the cashier who was giving her the expectant expression of a person who had a job that needed doing much faster than it was getting done.
Carmen tugged five of the 20 dollar bills she'd just found of the bill fold and set them on the counter, pushing them toward the girl in the apron. Part of her felt like she should keep the cash, the rest of her told her both to share the mysterious weath and superstitiously felt it would be wrong NOT to do so (and superstition counted for a lot when your life had been turned upside down by a freak and unexplained occurence).
"Here, just hold onto that. Treat the next few people in line on me, okay?"
The cashier looked at her with some measure of surprise, but when Carmen kept a serious smile on the girl accepted the money with a faint smile and slid Carmen's coffee across the counter to her.
Picking it up and inhaling the aroma lovingly Carmen thanked the young lady and made her way over to a table at the window to enjoy her coffee and watch the results of a good deed unfold.
WHERE: A coffee shop downtown within walking distance of the MAC.
WHEN: Forwarddated to Friday morning (the 18th) when people need their coffee!
WARNINGS: Caffinatedness?
SUMMARY: Carmen walks into a coffee shop and baffles at the fact that she suddenly has 200 dollars she didn't used to have in her wallet! If you were in line behind her she just paid for your drink.
FORMAT: Quick, Para, whatever flots your boat
Carmen had spent the few days since her arrival mapping out the world as she knew it again, reasearching the history of this strange parallel place and matching it up with the history she knew from home. By and large it was the same, in all the key ways anyway. All the same major historical events seemed to have happened, same landmarks (mostly, she was still getting over some of the places that had apparently been lost), same major people.
The shift in time was what threw her off, however. Sure she'd time travelled before (and it had been just as thrilling as she'd always imagined) but she'd gone to the past then. The last she'd checked in was 1996. Now it was apparently 2010, and the idea that she'd been slingshotted past a solid fifteen years was less than comforting.
She'd been reserving the bit of money she had had in her pockets on arriving, using it sparingly for food and essentials, still inwardly resisting the idea of looking for a job and making this bizzare detour a permanent fix. But this particular morning her usual get up and go had got up and went and she'd been fighting to keep awake on what had become her daily walk from the MAC to the library. (It felt a bit like being in school again, but studying this world and the history she was missing a knowledge of made her feel more productive than sitting around in the room that her tags had provided her.
She stopped in at the first coffee shop she saw as such, hovering in the crowded morning lineup half-asleep until it was her turn to step up and order. Settling on an Americano coffee (when in Rome...) she dug into a pocket for her wallet, wishing as she pulled it out that she had more cash to spare. Indulging in a six dollar coffee seemed so foolish when she only had -
She stopped when she opened the wallet, staring at the wad of bills in the fold. She... hadn't had that yesterday had she? No she was sure she hadn't. Where had that... She frowned, closing the wallet for a second, glancing back at the line behind her, the looking at the cashier who was giving her the expectant expression of a person who had a job that needed doing much faster than it was getting done.
Carmen tugged five of the 20 dollar bills she'd just found of the bill fold and set them on the counter, pushing them toward the girl in the apron. Part of her felt like she should keep the cash, the rest of her told her both to share the mysterious weath and superstitiously felt it would be wrong NOT to do so (and superstition counted for a lot when your life had been turned upside down by a freak and unexplained occurence).
"Here, just hold onto that. Treat the next few people in line on me, okay?"
The cashier looked at her with some measure of surprise, but when Carmen kept a serious smile on the girl accepted the money with a faint smile and slid Carmen's coffee across the counter to her.
Picking it up and inhaling the aroma lovingly Carmen thanked the young lady and made her way over to a table at the window to enjoy her coffee and watch the results of a good deed unfold.