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rae_of_sun ([personal profile] rae_of_sun) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-04-27 12:05 am

Charlie's Coffeehouse [Open to Multiple]

As if to make up for the previous evening's kali horror show, Sunshine's dream is warm and familiar. She's in a bakery - her bakery in her stepdad's coffeehouse, though elements of her new workplace sneak in here and there. She hardly notices the inconsistencies as she churns out trays of muffins and sheets of cookies. Charlie's working the register, Mel's in the kitchen, Mary's waitressing, and her mom is probably in her office giving someone hell over the phone. All is as it should be.

If she knew she was dreaming, she would probably think it fitting that anyone drop in, relax, and eat some cookies (well, okay, if she knew she was dreaming she might not recommend eating anything, but whatever, she breaks that rule all the time). Last night was rough, and people deserve a break - and a toxic sugar concoction or two. As it is, she's not paying any particular attention to the customers as she carries out a tray of Killer Zebras and transfers them into a display case.
brink: (Glee | Greeting | High-five!)

[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Topher's out drifting among the dreamers as usual, but so far nothing's really caught his attention. He's stopped a few nightmares, but nothing that really needed his continued care. He drops by Sunshine's head to see if there's anything interesting. Which it's not really, just a bakery, looks pretty standard fare.

But he reconsiders just before he passes on. The atmosphere here is very comforting, very safe. And there's treats here. Might not be very filling, but he can still taste some new things, indulge a little.

So he makes his actual avatar appear, walking in the doors and heading up the display case, looking around. "Hey," he greets the dreamer with a smile. "Any recommendations?"
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[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Topher nods. "I'll do that," he answers, and heads over to the counter to get one and pay. Even if he's not interacting with her directly, he's still interacting with her mind.

He grabs a seat with his newly acquired cinnamon roll, and creates himself a coffee that he clearly had while coming in here. Rather than just sit here interacting with her mind but not with her though, he carefully plants the idea that she should come over and chat with him.
brink: (Surprised | Mild | Amused)

[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm," he answers, looking up, mouth still full of cinnamon bun. "Lovely, thanks. Did you bake these?" he asks once he's swallowed. Even though he knows that technically she sort of did, since her mind created them. But he's letting himself relax into the dream as if it's real, enjoying the atmosphere.
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[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing he feels her approval, then. Another thing he prefers about dreams. It's so easy to judge people's emotions in here. He's always been really terrible at reading people, and acting appropriately. In here he feels a lot more safe to communicate.

"Just passing through," he affirms. "You've got a nice place here. What's the story?"
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[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Topher is pleased by her sitting down, so that should probably answer her question on whether it was a good idea. He finishes up his cinnamon roll while she talks.

"Topher," he answers, wiping off his hands with a napkin before offering his hand to her. "Nice to meet you."
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[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
"What's that?" he asks, figuring he can get away with being clueless since he's not local. It'd perhaps be nice to go on a little tour of her homeworld while here, but he doesn't think he can spring that without hefty manipulation, or telling her it's a dream, and the latter is easier. And less, well, manipulative.
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[personal profile] brink 2014-04-27 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
Right, that's stuff he's supposed to know, okay. He decides to drop the charade, and while she's thinking of the Other Museum, let's her mental image of it affect the surroundings. He keeps the chairs and table, but the rest of the bakery fades away to be replaced by...

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watchesthebeans: (serious | on a mission)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-04-28 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's Sunshine's feelings seeping through or maybe it's as simple as feeling back in his element, but Aglet feels like he's in his element right now. That he's never had opportunity to raid a kitchen quite as large and as wonderful doesn't occur to him; he's been in a couple and a kitchen is the best place for borrowing. He's tense and cautious, but it's a good kind of alertness, the kind of rush that comes with being on a mission.

He watches the bean as she finishes what she's doing to a tray of something that smells delicious. In the waking world he'd never take this kind of chance; while he has the opportunities afforded by pastries and ingredients out on the counters, in real life it would be worth dealing with breaking into a refrigerator or other storage for the sake of waiting until the lights were out and the beans gone home. In the dream, though, he feels cocky. Darting out from his hiding spot, he darts across the counter in a beeline for the nearest baked good. Grab and run, that's the plan. That's usually the plan.
watchesthebeans: (surprised | badly frightened)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-04-29 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Aglet steals closer, eyes on the prize. He checks his feet for dirt before stepping carefully onto the dish and crouching at the side of the pudding, not wanting to leave any marks on the plate. This kind of thing takes finesse, and he glances in the direction the bean went one more time before slipping his knife from its sheath and carving away a neat little sliver from near the bottom of the pudding, the cuts expertly placed to look like an naturally formed crack.

And then everything goes wrong. Though he didn't cut deep enough to open the reservoir outright, the weak point he just introduced into the structure is no match for the pressure of the filling. Just as Aglet rises to run back the way he came the dam gives way, colorful berry filling gushing forth and splashing against his feet. He slips in the viscous fluid and falls hard against the pudding -- indeed, falls right through it and has to flail and splash in ruined pastry to haul himself out of the sodden mess and off the plate. He takes off running for lack of other inspiration, slipping and sliding and leaving a trail even the blindest of beans could follow back toward his last hiding place.
watchesthebeans: (subdued | downcast)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-05-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
As far as hiding places go, behind a couple containers of ingredients already isn't the greatest even before you add in the trail of tiny footprints pointing to him like a flashing neon arrow. What on earth he's going to do Aglet doesn't know; it's not like he has any way of getting the gunk off him without stripping naked....

And the bean has spotted the mess he left. He grimaces, waiting a beat. For some reason, it doesn't seem odd that she knows what happened to her pastry. It doesn't feel like a death knell, either, that she does. Slumped of shoulder, he shuffles out to the edge of his hiding place and gives her a look that's almost as much accusation as apology.

"How was I supposed to know it was going to explode?" he asks petulantly.
watchesthebeans: (serious | hood)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-05-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Funny how people keep thinking his titchy size is an indicator that he's actually something awful and powerful. Funny how people keep thinking of him as a thief, too, when clearly he's nothing of the sort.

He frowns at her, somehow taking offense at what amounts to an offer of help. Maybe it's the part where her attempts not to laugh aren't fooling him. "It's a dumb thing to make food do," he informs her haughtily. He does consider stalking off while her back is turned, but...gunk. Even if he can find a way off the counter quickly enough to slip away, he's going to leave a trail.
watchesthebeans: (serious | shadows)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-05-16 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't have even noticed," he huffs, thinking with injured pride of the neat little incision he'd made. "It was going to be a tiny piece a bean like you couldn't even see."

Sighing, he acquiesces to come to the edge of the bowl. He hadn't really thought about the implications of taking a bath out on the counter -- he glances up at her, but she's busy wiping up after him. Does she mean for him to get undressed out here? Well, he won't do it. He'd rather be in wet clothes, thankyouverymuch. Hiking a leg up over the lip of the bowl, he gets about halfway over before slipping and falling in with a little splash.
watchesthebeans: (questioning | you're not serious)

[personal profile] watchesthebeans 2014-05-20 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It's just a word for what you are," he says defensively. Honestly, what is it with beans and not wanting to be called beans? "I'm a borrower and you're a bean. You wouldn't call a cat a -- a something other than a cat."

Very coherent, cogent argument there. Aglet rubs off gobs of goop into the water, which is quickly thickening.