savetheearth | [text\action] you are my candy girl

[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.

Threaded | Flat

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.

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.

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.

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.

Edited 2013-06-30 21:40 (UTC)

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

Can you please save me something.

Edited 2013-07-01 10:22 (UTC)

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

ACTION saturday i guess?

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