[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

[enrages]

im not spending my precious money on life necessities while i still live with you
you get to deal with child services when i starve
they'll put me in the adoption system
(AGAIN)
and they'll never let you adopt anymore poor children to ruin

[idiotwagon]

for the thousandth goddamn time youre not adopted
if you were i wouldve picked a better kid

groceries are tomorrow you can live a fucking day without milk

[enrages]

dad
there is literally nothing i can eat without milk right now
my bones are going to break if i dont drink milk right now
i will never eat again if you dont get milk right now

[idiotwagon]

tough

[enrages]

im going to run away
join the circus
die in a drug binge which will make national news
your name will be shamed
what will mom think???

[idiotwagon]

if you run away then im not bringing you any cupcakes

[enrages]

you cant eat cupcakes without milk

[idiotwagon]

well then i guess ill just have to eat all of them myself

[enrages]

that wasn't a metaphorical "you"
it was a you, jack valenti, worst father of the year, every year
you cannot eat cupcakes without milk

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.

[sweetas]

Welp. Don't question the customer.

"Okay, then! You really like the Scotties, huh? Lemme get them all packed for you. Do you want a free lemonade with that?"

[idiotwagon]

Damn right you don't question the customer. I'm sure everyone in this store remembers what happened last time someone questioned this asshole's life choices.

He blatantly ignores her attempt at casual conversation and offering of free lemonade, still texting. After a sufficiently awkward pause, he points at the front display. "And a red velvet cupcake, and one of those tiny kiddie milk cartons. You got all that?"

[sweetas]

"Got it, sir." She even salutes. She gets out a red velvet cupcake and packs it into a little box, then digs a milk carton out of a cooler.

"So, uh..." Something occurs to her. This guy is kinda weird, right? Maybe that means he's part of the number system!...Maybe.

"Is that the right, uh, number of items, then?"

Haha aww yea she's so good at this.

[idiotwagon]

He's finally in the process of putting his phone away when she asks that weird question. It's weird enough to earn her a raised eyebrow.

"Is it the right number?" That's your job, dumbass. Do you expect him to count all those goddamn Scotties himself?

He honestly has no idea what she's trying to get at, but his response doesn't exactly make that obvious when she's trying to be subtle.

[sweetas]

Aha! That sounds like a coded answer! Huh. She was right about the Scotties guy! She's getting good at this. Haha so cool.

She gives him a knowing smile. "I think it is, definitely! Cool! I had a feeling...but anyway! Alright then...that'll be $17.50."

[idiotwagon]

... What was with that smile? Was she trying to swindle him or something? He narrows his eyes at her, making a quick glance over the items in the bag. It looked everything was there, unless she had a secret stash of Scotties she wasn't letting him buy off her for some reason.

He scowls fiercely (not that he ever isn't scowling, really).

"You sure that's the right price? You didn't sound so fucking sure about it," he hisses, meeting her gaze with suspicion.

[sweetas]

She blinks at him, confused. Customer service mode reengaged. "Yes, sir. Two dozen Scottie caramels for $.50 each, $2.00 cupcake, milk for $1.00, plus tax..."