[OPEN LOG]

[nukeoleptic]

Who: Jade + literally anyone
What: Jade bribing people into her restaurant with free things.
When: Day 355.
Where: The Highwind, in Heimdall's district.
Rating: PG-13 for language at most!

EDITED TO ADD: Also, totally feel free to threadjack and use this as a mingle log IF YOU WOULD LIKE ♥

[ It had worked once before, back in the heat of late summer in Asgard, so Jade was trying it again. She had dragged the sign out to the front of the store, right in the middle of the sidewalk, and written in huge letters:

free hot chocolate! :D
just come inside ♥

The temperature hadn't broken the sixty degree mark today - it was getting chilly fast. Both Orihime and Annabeth were gone, and the store was oddly quiet. Jade will be found keeping herself busy throughout the day with odd little chores when it's completely empty of customers - sweeping, dusting, and occasionally dozing in a booth near the door when the boredom becomes too much to bear. ]

Comments

[cyan_maid]

[She'll still make sure it works for you, Namine. Nothing should turn you off to cooking and experimenting and desserts!]

So will I!

[lethechained]

[Now is a very delicate time! ... Not that she's easy to deter, exactly, but still.]

Speaking of sweets, I should... probably let you get back to your hot chocolate, shouldn't I? [Gosh, Naminé, talking her ear off.]

[cyan_maid]

[It takes two to do that, Jane's not innocent in this mass chocolate cooling.]

Only if you'd like to get back to yours. I don't mind chatting, it's fun.

[lethechained]

[That's alright, Naminé will happily shoulder the blame regardless--]

Hee...! I don't mind, either. Besides-- we can try to pay a little more attention to it between sentences.

[cyan_maid]

Hoo hoo! There's always that, yes.

[And to give it a shot, she takes a sip.]

[lethechained]

[She also takes a sip, which is less well timed, but,]

I think I like this plan.

[cyan_maid]

Mm! We've struck gold with it.

[lethechained]

Mm.

[Sip-- oh.]

Or brown.

[Because chocolate.]

[cyan_maid]

Brown gold, then?

[A sip.]

[lethechained]

Yes, I think that'll do just fine.

[Sip.]

I wonder if that's something that exists in one of the worlds.

[cyan_maid]

Maybe! You never know. It could be literal gold, or maybe a term for something that's brown and worth as much to someone as gold does.

[lethechained]

There probably is, then. It certainly wouldn't be the strangest thing out there, not by a long shot.

[-- Oh, right. Sip.]

[cyan_maid]

Nope, not at all.

[Yep, another sip.]

[lethechained]

[Sip.]

... What's the strangest thing you have heard of?

[cyan_maid]

You mean like I've ever heard?

[lethechained]

Well, yes. Or seen, I suppose. Either one.

[cyan_maid]

[She leans back to think about it. Takes a long drink of hot chocolate, too, perhaps that will help her think.]

...I'm not really sure. Everything I hear and see seems to be odder and stranger than the last. Sometimes it almost feels - normal, to be honest.

[lethechained]

[She takes a sip of her own, then another, and glances at it to see it's less than half full by now.]

I know what you mean. It's been a long time since I've heard anything that didn't make sense to me one way or another. After all the things I've seen it's hard to imagine something that doesn't exist somewhere, in one of the worlds out there. I guess maybe for us, that really is normal.

[cyan_maid]

[A shrug.] But I guess - some of it still takes me by surprise. I can say it all feels normal, and then something will come along that turns me upside-down!

[It's like a theme in her life.]

[lethechained]

[The theme of Naminé's life seems to be 'throw all the totally off the wall existential crises that can possibly be thought up by a middle-aged Japanese man and company at her'. Among other things. It's given her a certain resistance to being turned upside-down.]

You know... I think that's kind of nice, actually. There are still things that can surprise you. Hopefully in a good way, of course.

[cyan_maid]

[A snort, and then a sip.] Very hopefully.

[But you can never be sure about an American man in his twenties and his fickle whims.]

[lethechained]

[Ah, the joys of being totally at the mercy of the whims of a higher power.]

Not always the best bet to make, but it's nice when things do turn out that way.

[cyan_maid]

[One whose ends are nowhere near in sight in both cases.]

Definitely nice. We'll just have to keep our fingers crossed, then.

[lethechained]

[Rassafrassin' gigantic canons.]

Mmhm. [Sip.] That sounds like an awful lot of trouble, though. Keeping your fingers crossed all the time, I mean.

[cyan_maid]

[Sip.] It's not too much trouble. Maybe...if you kept the fingers of the hand you don't use the best, it would work out. You can still write with one and keep things crossed with the other.