Amidst the rubble of a war not long past, the stars seek to raise a new generation. Blessed with celestial powers that have begun to make their reappearance, the Gifted are individuals whose shoulders the future of the city rests on. Will you overthrow the dysfunctional government or work to keep it in power? Or will you undermine the whole game and play to your own advantage? No matter your motives, Hyperion is yours to shape.
Owner of @_Home, net cafe located in District 4, seeking to maintain what peace that can be held onto, however long that may last. Currently a stray cat to the other districts.
[attr="class","PlotContentStyle"] Lights on the pink @_Home sign above the automatic double doors flickered in the dim morning as a woman behind the front counter clacked away on her chat room call over the latest drama episode. Mornings are usually slow once the late night crowd starts to trickle out of @_home's doors by 4 AM to find their way home despite the more selective night owls occupying the desktops in the back staying till 8-9AM. @_Home is a fairly descent sized net cafe hosting a total of 20 computers for non-smokers and 10 in the smoking section with another 10 in a smaller upstairs VIP section for people that want the extra privacy all divided up in groups of five to line the walls and tables to the left, the right held an employee only area meant as rest bunks during shift changes. The floor layout had tables sectioned like cubicles with provided headphones for each set up and a time card reader for accessing past the guest webpage. Non-smokers held much of the floor while the smoker's side of the establishment was in a vented box office. In corners of the building were vending machines and coffee machines for drinks but little else to offer besides a restroom near the front of the building to the right of the front desk.
@_Home is located in the youth populated area of the 4th district and panders to its customer base as possible from those that stray over from the 3rd. It was even in walking distance of a few fast food but most of its costumer base tend to be students and kids in their mid to late teens. Late nights tend to be at their busiest like every other restaurant and bar in the 4th district with more staff available than during the day. On average, two staffers run and maintain the stations and hand out time cards or run small drink errands out of hospitality while peak night hours have three running the floor. On the slowest of days, just one manager is enough even if the front desk girls call in sick. Was any of this an indicator that @_Home was popular? Not really. Out of necessity do people find themselves here and offer up money and time to use the stations when their usual bars are too crowded or they happened to miss the train or have a paper deadline for the university. Trends in online gaming and e-sports help raise the numbers over the past few years but there was always a lull during specific seasons such as spring and fall.
Entering into @_Home arrived Reyna with a coffee in one hand and a half eaten hash brown in her mouth. The woman's eyes looked a bit puffy from staying up late playing her online games but this was normal. "Mornif," she greeted in mid-process of finishing her to-go breakfast. The woman at the front desk waved at her boss's usual sight. "Nothing peaceful night. Want me to man the desk a bit longer till you get sorted?" She offered. Reyna always needed a bit of time to drop off her things and get herself feeling awake. The woman went up to the employee only bunk areas to make a round check for any rooms in use and freshen up in the upstairs bathroom before rejoining to relieve the desk girl. "Thanks. Take care heading home," Reyna saw her co-worker off before taking over in the roller chair to see if any chat messages needed to be sent to patrons getting close to their time fees.
"Hmmm, now what's on the news today..." She adjusted her glasses and clicked open the Hyperion new's website for any latest updates in the city. Her coffee cup placed near by on a little @_Home stamped coaster. A morning ritual of hers next to boarding the train to hop districts at the last minute possible was the check the news like this for any developments she'd need to be careful of. Her mouse hovered over the latest news bullion and clicked it with half a mind to pay some attention to new or existing customers arriving by peering over the rims of her glasses now and again. Already, Reyna's expectations were pretty low about any customer rush making mornings the easiest time to relax. Just another day at her second home.
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A mild-mannered secretary with a secret obsession with "saving the world." He pursues this end at the side of Ambrosia Merigold; once she's done burning the world to ash, he'll be the seed that begins life anew.
Post by Achille Tornincasa on Jul 5, 2017 22:45:23 GMT
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_Home wasn't the sort of place that Achille cared to visit with any kind of frequency, much preferring the privacy of his own home when there was Internet stuff to be done. Or the privacy of his own desk at work. Hell, anywhere that didn't charge him for the privilege; he was surprised that a business like that could still operate in this day and age. It was no doubt due in no small part to the personal charm and design sensibilities of the owner, two qualities he was sure she didn't believe she had.
He was there on business, naturally, albeit business that he could take a bit of pleasure in. He'd been there for some time, in fact, waiting and hoping that his fellow S.U.C.C.er would show before he had to bolt to make it into the office on time. Much as he wasn't known for being a social butterfly, he'd spent quite some time in front of a mirror shoring up a determination to personally familiarize himself with the other members. This was a dangerous enterprise they were exploring, after all. He wanted to feel like he could trust them.
So, once Reyna had gotten settled, he rose from the computer station he'd been occupying to approach the front desk, keeping a casual pace during his approach in the hopes that she would notice him before he spoke; the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene.
"Buongiorno," he spoke, raising a hand in greeting. "Lovely little establishment you run here." A subtle tightness settled in upon his brow. "You...recognize me, yes?"
Owner of @_Home, net cafe located in District 4, seeking to maintain what peace that can be held onto, however long that may last. Currently a stray cat to the other districts.
[attr="class","PlotContentStyle"] The woman behind the monitor hummed a odd marching like tune from a snack commercial as her mouse scrolled along the headlines. Mostly it was bad government publicity or some lawmaker making an ass of himself. The sort of bad news that should be bad from messy governments but for here, it's all normal. About the most highlight of things was an article about a wedding happening at the local theme park and an odd raise of bar fights in district 4. "Hmm," she clicked her tongue in disappointed. "Hopefully that doesn't draw away customers." She first opened up @_Home in 4 due to the general mix of youths and being near by the university. The idea felt like a good trend mix at the time when online gaming was striding into a new high. Now and days @_Home continues to serve its faithful as most had grown out of that phase in their life. Reyna thought it was a real shame though as she personally loved to indulge in those games.
On that note did she sigh and raise her head to peek over the computer screen at the door. A few shoppers passing by with bright yellow store bags but not much more. I should focus a bit on work though. How many stations are being used right now? Reyna had relieved the previous attendant that she neglected to ask. It was mostly for Reyna to know than keep personal tabs on who was here. She didn't have many school friends that kept in touch since graduation. A few clicks brought up the floor layout of all the terminals in operation, resting, or shut down. About ten scattered souls were actively online. These felt like okay numbers to her so she clicked it off and went on to her web browsing when a corner of her screen darkened a little.
"Good morning! How may I assist you?" Reyna greeted the shadow of a person. Her head whipped up quickly to make the strands on her glasses sway. Better safe to assume the shadow belonged to one of her customers.
"Buongiorno."
Her eyes blinked as she sat back a little in her seat. A young male with a slender face came to the desk and held out his hand in greeting. From how he sounded though, the man seemed like he just walked through the door. But he wasn't at all a loss to her though. "Oh, it's you! You're here awfully early," she spoke to him a bit too familiarly with a grin. In actuality, Reyna has seen his face when commuting on the train back to district 9 and sometimes in the general area of the neighborhood. Using this alone did she dub the man as a neighbor. "Don't I usually see you more in the evenings though near the 9th district? Need coffee to wake up?" Reyna got up they can chat somewhat closer to eye level despite some height difference. She shook his hand gingerly before trying to pry into the odd look he gave. He seemed worried about something. [googlefont="Roboto:700,400"][googlefont="Quicksand:700,400"][googlefont="Source Sans Pro:700,400"]
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A mild-mannered secretary with a secret obsession with "saving the world." He pursues this end at the side of Ambrosia Merigold; once she's done burning the world to ash, he'll be the seed that begins life anew.
Post by Achille Tornincasa on Jul 6, 2017 0:45:31 GMT
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chille offered a small smile and scratched the side of his head. "I could do with a bit of coffee," he replied. "With a shot of espresso, if you have it."
She didn't appear to recognize him as he'd hoped, but how could he blame her? The group was so young, the turnover rate was so high, and the boss herself couldn't even keep their names straight consistently. Achille hoped he could utilize his organizational experience to help the group get some focus. They'd amount to little more than a flash in the pan if they didn't.
For the time being, though, he was with Reyna, and he'd do best to focus on her. "I usually come in after work," he replied, "but I thought I'd come in before today. Seemed like I'd have a better chance of running into you if I did." His face went flush, and he adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze. "That...that came out weird, didn't it? I don't mean anything by it. I, uh...Well, I wanted to meet you."
Owner of @_Home, net cafe located in District 4, seeking to maintain what peace that can be held onto, however long that may last. Currently a stray cat to the other districts.
[attr="class","PlotContentStyle"] "Gladly. Give me a moment." Reyna nodded, feeling rather pleased today to see a neighbor and treat them to a bit of coffee. She could go for a a cup of coffee as well after that kinda oily hash brown. She bent over the keyboard to type into the messenger to fish out one of her employees to watch the front desk till the morning staff arrives. They would wait a moment longer till a shaggy copper haired man arrived. He took a look at the two before kindly asking, "Boss, does this customer need anything?" "Not today. He's one of my neighbors who wanted to see what I do. We don't see each other much so we'll going to have some coffee while I explain @_Home. We'll be using the break room to not disturb others." "I see. Alright," he nodded and sat down without much thought and picked up where he left off from his previous terminal. He didn't pay much mind to the man since their boss tends to go out to meet people. Strange though that she would have a visitor but this too he didn't pay any mind toward.
"Right then, we mostly have coffee vendors here so it's about the closest I can give as an espresso." Reyna offered and led the way to the employee only area, stopping by to swipe her master key card and input the button presses for some coffee and one shot espresso. The vending machine that dispensed coffee was set up for free so long as one of their customers brought their cafe cards to tap onto it. Reyan handed him a tall tile patterned cup and got herself one hazelnut mocha. As she escorted the man, she chuckled and giggled gently at him during his self correction. It seemed so funny to go from straight forward then shy the next. "You guessed right. I just arrived to oversee things. How has your work been? It's a night job, correct?" Reyna continued to talk and treat him as her neighbor thus far. His sudden shyness was an endearing part that compelled Reyna to do her utmost to assist and take care of a little brother.
She unlocked the door and entered in a small break room area. Simple enough with a fridge, sink, a small table with two chairs and a coffee pot. The only odd thing was that the room still had view windows to allow the staff to continue overseeing the floor so there was no real hiding place. Reyna went to the pot and poured herself a small cup to taste into her hazelnut. Still somewhat fresh and hot. After she sampled this did she lean on the counter so the two chairs in the room would be left for him to use. "Hope it's alright. I'm Reyna by the way. You live... I think in the apartment down the street, didn't you? Or was it elsewhere?" She spoke on, carrying on the belief that she knew him somewhere of an acquaintance when this may have been the first time they actually talked to each other. The idea of learning more about him did entertain her since he came out to meet her. A win win under her terms.
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A mild-mannered secretary with a secret obsession with "saving the world." He pursues this end at the side of Ambrosia Merigold; once she's done burning the world to ash, he'll be the seed that begins life anew.
Post by Achille Tornincasa on Jul 7, 2017 1:09:39 GMT
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chille chuckled bashfully. "I live in District Nine, actually," he replied. "And I work in District One. My schedule can get pretty crazy, though; I'm mostly meant to take calls and organize itineraries, but exactly when I'm meant to do that can vary based on my boss' needs. I end up spending time all over. Gotta be flexible to keep a half-decent salary at my age."
This wasn't the conversation he'd hoped to have, but he was glad that they were at least moving to a less exposed space. Now, once the topic did shift, it could shift safely, without prying eyes and curious ears to pick up information that was best kept secret.
Without offering commentary, he took a few sips from the drink she'd provided for him. Achille was a young man who valued patience, and in his mind, it wasn't a good coffee until it was good for at least fifteen minutes. "If I may ask, is there anything about me in particular that caught your eye?" he said. "Your details are off, but you do seem to have an uncommon insight into my habits."
Her knowledge didn't bother him in the slightest, but he hoped that she might let slip something that he could latch onto to broach the subject he was really interested in. Otherwise, he'd have to more or less pull it out unprompted, and that would be uncomfortable for both of them.
Owner of @_Home, net cafe located in District 4, seeking to maintain what peace that can be held onto, however long that may last. Currently a stray cat to the other districts.
"Yes. That's exactly what I mean. I'm from District 9 as well so I figured you were from the same neighborhood." Reyna smiled, glad to have that feeling of seeing his face around before confirmed. She has seen him in commute and in the general area. He must have the day off to come to her spot. But come to think of it, how did he find her place if he works all the way at district 1? Reyna sipped a bit of her coffee, enjoying the soothing nutty taste to calmly think this over. So far, she invited a partial stranger to chat with her in the backroom. He seems kinda and pretty cute about it but it seems like there was something on his mind long before coming to chat with her directly.
"Hopefully your work pays well. Kinda tough getting by that I sometimes thought about moving to hook up with a roommate and share the rent that way." Reyna mused her passing thoughts randomly. Her mind tends to go back and forth as if pawing on the subject then tapping at something else that caught her attention. As the young man began to ask why she had insight about him, Reyna coughed at first before laughing joyfully at how funny this guy was. "Uncommon insight? Heh heh! I'm not sure what you mean but I've seen you around District 9 before. In passing of course and on the train sometimes. Something about that kind face you have is rather memorable to me."
She took another drink and set her cup on the counter, clapping her hands together twice then letting her hands slide down to where they crossed, loosely where her hands now held her elbows. The same smile that greeted him still on her face as she shifted to come down to a common courtesy that's been overlooked thus far. "But you do seem familiar besides just being from the same neighborhood. Have we met before? Once upon a dream? You haven't introduce yourself yet either, Mr. Detective." Even after introducing herself, the young man neglected to say what his name was. Reyna didn't want to make a scene about treating him as a stranger in her own business so she feigned to have known him. It wasn't a complete 100% lie though since she has seen him around before and that it has been proven they were neighbors. It then dawned on her that he could be from that group. Did she pay her membership fee this month? Reyna tapped her elbow while thinking upon this. "Pretty sure I already paid the membership fee though. Hmm, I'll check the website when I get home. Now then, what were you saying, Mr Detective?"
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