when it's one of those days

[loadedquestions]

[Ford's part of this post is open; Gilderoy's is closed to Luna, but feel free to have your character notice him!]

Rutherford Briggs is at The Coffee Shop

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[ohshiny_tomatos]

Parker is here, too. It might not be her usual and most frequented hang out, but she can be found here on occasion. Usually it's to see a friend, but sometimes...just sometimes...she's here alone. Like now.

She's been doing this whole "detach from people she knows" thing this week, and going somewhere most people don't expect her to hang out helps.

She is sitting here, having hot chocolate, and watching people. She has seen many opportunities of pockets to pick and computers to lift, bu she's being good and letting them go. (Well, aside from that one pocket on the way here. She had to get money for her hot chocolate after all. You can't just steal a hot chocolate.)

When someone speaks to her she looks up, whipped cream making a mustache on her upper lip. "Why?" Okay, maybe not the most polite answer, but....she does want to know what he wants to sit there.

[loadedquestions]

No, it's certainly not the most polite answer. Ford bristles for a second, brows furrowing. "Um."

And then he raises his cup and newspaper to gesture around the shop, as though that explains everything.

"All the tables are taken. And you don't look like you're up to much-no offense, and correct me if I'm wrong-so I thought you'd let me take up just a little space. I promise it won't be for long, and I won't disturb you."

[ohshiny_tomatos]

She glances around at the other tables and notices that he's right. There's nowhere else to sit. She looks up at him again and looks him over. She doesn't know him. He's a stranger. But he also isn't holding a gun or something more dangerous like a cop's badge so...why not?

"Okay," she nods. "You can sit. But if you touch my muffin I'll stab you with my fork."

[loadedquestions]

This is true; he's not holding a gun. But Parker doesn't know what's in that messenger bag slung around his shoulder.

(A Macbook, a bunch of case files, an old napkin, two black pens, one red pen, and a gun.)

He raises his hands to indicate how harmless he is. "I promise you, I don't want to touch your muffin. Thanks." And with that he sits, careful not to encroach on her space. Or touch her muffin.

He almost manages to open his newspaper before he blinks and looks back up at her. "Do you often threaten people with forks?"

[uponthewires]

Anne sometimes hangs out at the Coffee Shop. She'd always been somewhat hesitant to do so, what with it exploding on a regular basis, but that hasn't happened in a while, and she wants to be supportive of Millie. There was a time when working here was almost something she was going to do, but she decided she wasn't that risky.

She is in the process of sipping on her very large latte when the man--fellow demon--approaches her.

The laptop is momentarily forgotten and she shakes her head. "Not at all," she says, motioning to the chair across from her. "It's usually not so crowded."

Hopefully, there aren't any imminent explosions in its future.

[loadedquestions]

That is a lot of coffee. Even he doesn't need that much.

Kids these days.

"Thanks," he says, setting his stuff down before sitting and glancing at her. "I guess it's one of those days where no one wants to be conscious."

He would much rather be asleep right now, thank you very much.

[uponthewires]

She always needs more coffee, Ford.

Always.

"Especially if it's raining," Anne says in agreement, looking outside. "It's the kind of day where it'd be nice to burrow under the covers. A blanket fort, if you will."

She sticks out a hand, not quite meeting his gaze. "I'm Anne."

[loadedquestions]

Well, he is nobody's father, so she can have all the coffee she likes.

"I've heard those are the best kind of forts," he replies, reaching for his business card. When he takes her hand and shakes it, it's with the card pressed against his palm.

"I'm Ford."

And she's... shy, he guesses.

Though she doesn't actually seem shy.

Hm.

[brokehisthrone]

Zoe Walker does not like crowded coffee shops very much, but she is a chill person. She can handle them without being annoyed or tense in the slightest. It's loud and crowded, but she is very zen in her corner of the coffee shop, sipping from the cup in front of her.

She looks up when Rutherford approaches before smiling and shaking her head.

"Be my guest. There's more than enough room to squeeze you in. too" She takes another sip from the smoothie in her hand.

It has caffeine in it. The smoothie. She thinks everything in this cafe comes with caffeine. "I didn't realize this place was so popular. I'd... leave again but that means fighting through the tidal wave."

[loadedquestions]

It seems like a very zen corner, which is what drew Ford there in the first place. He returns her smile and takes a seat, careful to set his things down out of her way.

"Unfortunately, you have a point." He glances over his shoulder at the long line near the counter and shakes his head. "You'd think it was a Monday morning."

[brokehisthrone]

Zoe likes her zen-ness. It keeps her centered and calm especially when the city seems to be falling off its rocker, which it frequently does. There's always some disaster or another.

She smirks but it comes out more as a smile than a smirk. "I usually do. It's not always the best point, but." She bites down on her lip and drinks from the cup in her hand. "You would think. Maybe our clocks and calendars are wrong."

Or the world's been fastforwarded. Something.

[loadedquestions]

Always, yes. Ford's been lucky enough to avoid most of them, though a chunk of his office was once taken out by something that looked suspiciously like Godzilla.

That was a fun day.

Except not.

"Oh, God. Don't even suggest that. Tomorrow is Friday whether it wants to be or not. If I have to go through this week again I'll... I don't know. Throw myself in traffic, maybe."

/fails I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE :x

[magicandpudding]

Luna was in her room, sat cross legged on her bed as she busied herself with her arts and crafts. She's making herself a eagle hat this time and has been collecting various bird feathers from around the city. Now, she's gluing the feathers to the fabric base of the wings with delicate precision.

She's silent as she does it, the room around her completely silent too save from the lull of animals voices every now and then in the back of her mind.

And then her door crashes in with such a sound, she jumps, very much startled.

"Oh," is the only thing she says, blinking owlishly as she stares.

She appears to have a tiger in her room.

PFFFFF. ♥

[shiftylockhart]

And it is not just any tiger, Luna dear.

Oh, shit.

He blinks up at her from his spot on the floor, the door resting comfortably under his large body.

...wait, you can hear me. Luna! It's Professor Lockhart! I'm sorry about your door, dear. And you also didn't just hear me say that bad word. Not that I actually said it, but you know what I mean.

He runs a paw over his face and sighs, loudly.

I'm a tiger.

:3 <3333

[magicandpudding]

Luna stares a little while longer. Well, this is rather surprising. She thought her old professor could only turn into a Peacock.

"You're a tiger too?" she says, "I didn't know that,"

She smiles faintly, putting down her work and getting up off her bed. She pulls out her wand and gestures to the door, "Oh, don't worry. I can soon fix it if you'd like to get up,"

She tilts her head to the side, "No need to apologize, really. I understand how frustrating this must be,"

[shiftylockhart]

Nor did I, he answers, promptly standing on wobbly legs and dragging himself off of the door. I don't like this one bit! I can't even walk correctly because of these stupid paws and this stupid tail-

Said tail is waving around in all directions.

It's like it has a mind of its own.

He settles for flopping again, on the carpet this time.