Early Early Sunday, The Perk

[bitten_notshy]

Jack really shouldn't have expected a last-minute Portalocity ticket to be both affordable and at a halfway normal time. So here he was in Fandom just as the sun came up.

He sent a text and settled in at a table for what might be a long wait. At least he had a textbook and an endless supply of coffee to keep him company.

[OOC: Open coffee shop.

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[touch_and_see]

Adrienne, as the smartest of the Frosts, knew a lot about the powers of observation. Since her powers didn't work on Emma--she got an annoying blankness rather than any concrete information--she'd had to rely on her other senses to give her an idea about what Little Sister had been up to.

So, after happening upon Emma at the coffee shop yesterday, was it any question that Adrienne would be back again today? She'd seen the way the casual comfort Emma had displayed in the shop, from her order to the way she had the correct amount out to her familiarity with the layout. This was one of Emma's haunts.

Which meant she'd almost certainly be back. And even if she wasn't, there were plenty of people here who would know her. How nice.

[Heading to bed now, but SP is love!]

[bitten_notshy]

Jack glanced up from his reading with a quick smile -- a kind of expression of common humanity, more than one of genuine interest in the stranger.

If he had any idea who she was, that would have been different.

"Good morning."

[touch_and_see]

Adrienne glanced up and returned the smile, more out of habit than inclination, her eyes skimming over him, assessing him for interest and usefulness. His bearing suggested good breeding, his clothing suggested taste and money. Emma liked all three--at least when she wasn't slumming. Hmmmm.

So, the question was, was he a student here, or someone's visiting family?

"Good morning," she returned, smiling again. This smile held real interest in it. "Fortifying yourself for a day with dealing with your family or for a day of grilling someone's teachers?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Neither of the above," Jack answered. "I graduated in the spring, and I thought I'd surprise a friend of mine who doesn't have much other family. Which are you?"

She looked a shade old to be a student, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

[thefirstwiggin]

Peter had told Ender he'd be at the Perk if he changed his mind. Chances were that this visit had been completely unproductive, but at least he could stick by it until he got his ticket out of here.

He ordered a coffee and took a seat at a table not too far from Jack, sipped it, and pulled out a small desk (though most people would probably take it for an oddly-shaped iPad) and got to looking over one of the Martel essays that had just gone up.

Eventually, though, he got bored of that. He put the desk away, and gave Jack - the closest human being - a nod. "Good morning," he said. "Guest or a local?" Connections, yes.

[bitten_notshy]

"Bit of both," Jack answered. "Graduate, here to see a friend who wasn't supposed to have other guests."

His eyes flickered idly over Peter. There was some vague recognition, though nothing he could place. "Which are you?"

[thefirstwiggin]

"Guest," he said, ruthlessly employing his PR smile. His iteration of the Wiggin charm had its own little niggling points. "My sister and I are here to see my brother, take a look at the quality of the professors, see who his classmates are."

[bitten_notshy]

That smile was entirely too mock-enthusiastic for as early in the morning as it was, and something about it made the teasing sense of recognition click into place a bit. Not that he was anything like certain.

"Oh?" he asked. "What do you think of it so far? It has its -- limitations, but it's a good school in its own way."