[text\action] you are my candy girl

[sweetas]

[She starts out with a text post.]

We're having a sale at the shop where I work. I figured I'd invite people on the network. It's the Sugar and Spice Bakery; I don't know if anyone's heard of it? Anyway, I'd like the opportunity to actually talk to some of you. But I also figure if that's going to happen, it should be a public place.

We're giving out free samples of our homemade lemonade since it's been so hot lately, too.




Who: Candy and Anyone
What: Cafe shenanigans
When: The weekend
Where: Sugar and Spice Bakery, Locke City south side, not the best part of town but not the worst either

Candy's been having a hard time focusing on work lately, and her boss is starting to notice. They know each other well enough that Candy could just use the "personal problems" excuse; Sandra has been pretty understanding. Candy knows her work is suffering, but she just can't stop thinking about the network and everything she's learned in the last few days; and of course, all the questions she still has. She's also been thinking about the memories she "regained" a few years back. When they first popped into her head, she was perfectly happy to just dismiss them. Thinking too much about them then made her feel crazy at a time in her life when she had too much else going on to focus on her sanity.

Still, this is real and happening, and she feels like she needs to take an active role in the weird new direction her life is taking. That means finding out as much as she can about what's happening--and meeting some of those people from the network. If things are as dangerous as they say, then maybe advertising the bakery wasn't the best idea. She's comforted by the fact that none of them know what she looks like, that the network is secret, and that the bakery is very public and always busy.

Hopefully nothing too terrible will happen.

Comments

ACTION saturday i guess?

[idiotwagon]

Jack doesn't know shit about any networks, and frankly, he doesn't care. Jack Valenti doesn't need any new excuses to come to Sugar and Spice, besides "sale" and "shit I hope they still have those adorable fucking dog chocolates with licorice in 'em." He used to subtle about his bizarre addiction, but goddamn is it a hard to find those fucking candies in this city sometimes. Compromises have to be made, on occasion, and only a handful of options will suffice. This is one of those options.

Despite how much he's glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to make eye contact with him, he's been waiting pretty patiently in the line. He's a man with needs and they're needs worth waiting for. Everyone probably still remembers him as that really angry licorice Scotties man.

textmessage hijack;

[enrages]

dad we're out of milk
pick up some milk while you're out
i need to eat cereal and i need milk for cereal

and then jack began texting angrily while waiting in line

[idiotwagon]

you can eat your fucking cereal later
im busy

[enrages]

i havent eaten today
since you know NO MILK
im really fucking hungry dad
daaaaddddd
daddddddadadadaddddddddddddddddd
just go buy milk
it takes literally like five seconds
come on
dad
please

[idiotwagon]

you have a fucking job dumbass
buy your own milk
the store is five minutes from our house jesus h christ

oh my god

[sweetas]

Oh God it's this guy. She knows this guy. She can't remember when he started coming in, but it's like he's obsessed with licorice, especially licorice Scottie dogs. Candy made the mistake of whipping together a licorice caramel recipe she saw online somewhere and then suddenly this guy is in the cafe buying almost every single one of them. I mean, it's good business, but how many Scottie dogs can one man eat? Seriously?

She watches him move up the line, tapping away on his cell phone, and quietly starts putting together a tray of caramels. They're the soft kind, and they smell strongly of licorice, and they have little Scottie dogs pressed into the top. They've been a hit with like two people, but fortunately those two people buy enough that Sandra lets Candy keep an ongoing stock.

Candy keeps an eye on him and hopes he's not going to break something again.

i'm sorry

[idiotwagon]

Yeah, sorry Candy, but this is a really important conversation he's texting here. That means he can't be assed to make his order and leave until he's done arguing with his son.

He stands in front of the cash, effectively blocking anyone else form ordering while he wastes everyone's time.

fjdksla

[sweetas]

She resists the urge to facepalm. Sandra is watching the debacle with a smirk that says she is gonna let Candy handle this one. Candy sighs internally and watches the man just stand there texting for like a full minute.

She's not good at putting her foot down, but she'll try. Politely.

"Sir? 'Scuse me, sir? Uh, it'll be the Scottie caramels, right? How many?"

[idiotwagon]

"All of them," is all he has to say. All of the Scotties.

Jack continues texting.

[action]

[lackinginfaith]

Kari Acosta may be a beauty queen, but she can eat anything she wants and nobody is going to stop her. She might be garnering a few stares as she loads up her little disposable baked goods boxes with about four dozen donuts, though.

She absolutely didn't announce that she was coming. She doesn't work that way. She does, however, keep an eye on the employees to see who might have posted.

[action]

[sweetas]

That is a hell of a lot of doughnuts for one person, especially seeing as she seems to be about to eat all of them herself. Not that Candy is passing judgment or anything. Every once in awhile she gets strange cravings and binges on an inhuman amount of whatever the craving is for for like a week.

Candy is on register for now, and smiles when the girl lugs her doughnuts up. She does like to see people enjoying her food. The doughnuts, cupcakes, muffins, chocolates and danishes are her specialty, while Sandra does most of the breads and a cranky guy named Louie does soups.

"Eat us out of house and home, you will," she says.

[action]

[lackinginfaith]

"That's an expression for freeloaders, not people buying things in a store." Kari sets down the boxes and gives a practised smile anyway as she digs her wallet out of her purse. "Busy today?"

[action]

[sweetas]

She chuckles. "Fair enough. I'll have to start making extra batches if you're planning on coming back, though. We almost stopped making them when that Dunkin opened up down the street."

She starts ringing up the doughnuts. "Oh yes. Between the sale and the free lemonade it's like half the city has shown up."

action yo

[playmisere]

The only good thing about this summer, as far as Pandora was concerned, was that it gave her an excuse to be wearing dark glasses every time she went out. No matter how ridiculous she felt in them, it was better than looking possessed or like a weird space alien. Otherwise, well, the weather could go take a hike.

She had sidled into the bakery and picked up a couple of lemon poppyseed muffins before realizing, oh, wait. The person on the network hadn't shown their face. Which of the people behind the counter was the poster? Was she supposed to tap the side of her nose or something?

She waited in the line, feeling increasingly more awkward with every moment.

aww yee

[sweetas]

Candy is on the lookout for suspicious individuals. Okay, not so much "suspicious" as..."network-like"? Honestly, she has no idea what she's looking for. Maybe she should have been more specific in her text post, but it's too late for that now.

For the time being she has to keep working and acting like there's nothing wrong or otherworldly happening.

"Hello!" she says when the next customer shows up. It's a girl she's never seen before. Not that that really tells her anything, but whatever. "Lemon poppyseed, huh? Good choice! Those just came out of the oven."

action

[comparative_insanity]

It had been a difficult month, getting used to spontaneously growing claws whenever he was annoyed/stressed/aroused/it was Tuesday and his life clearly wasn't difficult enough. He'd had to take time off work claiming illness during the first weeks, and his boss hadn't been very impressed. So when he sees the post on the network he decides that sweets is definitely something he deserves even if food isn't something he strictly needs anymore. And besides, he'd walked past the place a couple of times and told himself he was going to check it out when he had time anyway.

So he pops by, dressed in his usual tacky pants - glossy snakeskin pattern if you please - and a shirt that is clearly too big for him - because it's Youou's - browsing the confections gleefully. He might be recognized from occasional appearances on the network, or maybe not. He certainly seems chipper enough, at least.

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[sweetas]

She's keeping an eye out, but the problem is that she's not sure what she's keeping an eye out for. It's not like everyone on the network is going to stand out, right? She's honestly not sure. Maybe they can all see each other's auras or something like that.

At this point she's off register, making the rounds between cleaning up tables, baking in the back and chatting up customers. Most people who come around here are regulars so she knows most of them by name. She makes note of every new face she sees. Good thing customer service allows you to go up to random people and make conversation.

She spots one such newcomer and makes her way over to him, all smiles.

"Hello! Welcome to Sugar and Spice."

action

[comparative_insanity]

He looks up and grins easily, starting to get used to these weird situations where the both of you try to figure out if the other one in fact belongs to their weird secret society thing.

"Hi there~. You know, I ain't gonna lie, those look just perfect." All that said with that lovely west Texas twang while he points through the glass. "Anyways, does the name Numbers Club say anything to you, or is that a weird and/or stupid question?" Fay has decided to go for directness. There might be people out to get them, but... dressing up and pretending to work at bakeries? Probably not.

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[sweetas]

His smile is infectious and she smiles right back. "Well, thank you! I just whipped them up a little while ago."

And then he drops that bombshell and she flinches visibly. She draws herself up and taps her fingers together.

"Ummm...yes...but you might not want to say it so loud..."

[ text ]

[fatherssins]

[ This may just be the most important thing Adrian has ever read. ]

Can you please save me something.

[ text ]

[sweetas]

Of course! What's your poison!

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

How kind of you! Is there a period during the next few days which isn't too terribly busy?

[Texted]

[sweetas]

We usually slow down between two and four! It's also pretty quiet from seven to nine, when we close.

[espigeonage]

Cool, cool. Let me know if you're tired, all right? You will know me by my hair. I'm a bluenet. Not natural, of course, but that just makes it more fun!

[sweetas]

lol okay! I'll keep an eye out :) And don't worry, I don't get tired easily!