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Current deconstructions are fake lol
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"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
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40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Not if you keep pestering them to post.

You either get them to state they quit or they stay, both options of which are really fucking good when the alternative is fence-sitting.


this is why nobody likes u u dunk
I'm probably not gonna make the jump to a new thread if it happens to be honest.

Didn't we just have this conversation two months ago and come up with a plan for how to make classes and missions more engaging back then? Once Family Day is past we can implement it, see if it's worth a shit, and go from there. If we already have a plan waiting in the wings and Family Day is wrapping up within a week or so, there's no point rehashing each other's talking points or giving up on something without trying on what we've all already decided.
JMTC canon soon
lauren post tonight to commemorate this anniversary of turnt history

also vive too
jericho best girl

Please Do Nothing To the Kitchen Girl

@Crimmy @HereComesTheSnow @Silvan Haven @Ayazi @LokiLeo789 @Write


As cranky and fed up as he no doubt was with the events that had befallen the unfortunate day shift of this cafe one by one, Jericho had it in him to roll his eyes good-naturedly at Severa Mindaro's polite protests - and at her even more cautious order. The woman was possibly the most gentle soul Jericho had ever met outside of his own family, and even then he'd seen his twin have some pretty rough days. Then again, who knew what Severa Mindaro was like when properly roused to anger...

Better to never know.

"Ms. Severa," Jericho said warmly, already fixing his hair into a makeshift ponytail, "making you a latte sounds like the least amount of trouble I've had in days. Now, if you would both be so good as to witness me..."


  • Four green teas, two iced
  • Two lattes
  • Mocha, five sugars (no garlic, no priest's ashes, no puns)
  • Six cookies (three choc. three oat.)
  • Cappuccino (personal use, prepare last)


Rich, you towel-whipping despot, don't even try and tell me that I've let my skills atrophy when I see you this summer.

He was a boy who grew up wanting to spend his whole life killing, bettering the lives of his friends through his own sins.

Now that same boy snapped into action, bettering the lives of his friends through something as simple as making them their promised drinks.

The poor barista, whose name Jericho hadn't even gotten before Bianca's business acumen had driven her out, had already started preparing the green tea. That was as simple as waiting for the fresh batch to finish preparing and then portioning it out. She hadn't gotten started on Geni's juice yet, so Jer decided to start on that, as it was the only drink that wouldn't be harmed by cooling down somewhat.

Apple Berry, Passion Fruit, Lemons and Citrus, Sweet Berry...

Shit, Sweet Berry would go nicely with some mint, actually. So would Lemon and Citrus, but the last thing anyone needed this morning was sour, and if he was wrong, he always had Vega's tea to fall back on. Mint? Mint? There had to be mint around, it was springtime in Vale for Christ's sake.

Jericho darted into the back room behind the counter in search of a mint plant and found what he was looking for obscured behind some ingredients. He didn't entirely trust anything that was touching some of the bottles of syrups and milk back here, so he cut three stems from the top of the plant to encourage regrowth later on. One stalk was balanced deftly between his fingertips; Jer started chewing on the other for concentration. Slipping back out front, Jericho filled the largest cup he could find - he hadn't specified sizes in his original order, but to hell with it, he had paid for everything so far and everyone here deserved twenty ounces for surviving each other every day - with ice and filled it about three-quarters full with the purplish fruit juice he had chosen. He stopped there to make sure he had time to stir; God only knew how much flavor had floated to the bottom and how much was just water. When he was properly satisfied with the drink, he filled the rest of the cup, gave it a cursory second mix, and then garnished with the two remaining stems of mint leaves.

One down.

The tea was ready!

Jericho hastily filled another two glasses with ice and made his way over to the tea - ingredients lemongrass, what? Lemon verbena? Could that hurt vampires? Note for later - in time to start pouring. Two of the glasses - more like mugs, but they still fit - were placed in a brown cardboard to-go container, along with Geni's juice and another cup of equal size for Vega to pour any tea she felt like sharing into. The Schwarz sister's teas were kept separate.

Five down.

Wait, not yet!

Jericho hustled over to the other side of the counter to the glass container where the cookies were kept heated, chocolate chips gooey and glistening as he withdrew two, then another, carefully with tongs and wrapped them up in a bag to preserve said the melty warmth of the treats. Three oatmeal raisin cookies soon followed in another bag.

Now five are down.

"Open your mouth, say 'aaah,'" Jericho said brusquely to April.

"Blaaaaaaaaah!"

She stuck her tongue out for emphasis. Cheeky little thing.

Jericho rolled his eyes and stuffed both waiting bags into her mouth. No doubt Luke would thank him for it just as soon as the sisters would.

"Beryl Harken! Order up!" he called out. "I'll forgive any and all of your tail mischief if you carry these back to Dawn and your teammates. Leave the other iced one, it's hers. Now. Coffees, coffees coffees coffees..."

Aha, he knew what to do here. Jericho turned his back to the three young women (wink) gathered around the counter to start on the other half of the order. After a brief span of time - and some nonsensical High Atlesian muttered under the tired knight's breath to himself - Jericho turned around carrying three hot cups, wrapped in zarfs, between his hands. He kissed his fingertips and planted the mocking gesture onto one cup, and slid the other two forward for Severa.

"For the happy couple, two matching lattes," said the Young Devil. "And for the unhappy daughters, two mochas. Galla!"

He had titled his head up and called out to the girl still loitering by the doorway expressionlessly.

"I don't know what you take in yours, you can add whatever you'd like," he explained, sliding forward her coffee beside the cup he had blessed. "And...a cappuccino for the kitchen wench."

That could wait. He wasn't done with the mint he was chewing yet, and besides, he didn't want to touch any more coffee for a couple minutes.

Still, that was pretty cool operating in the midst of an impossible situation. If he'd known that in eight hours he'd be paying for drinks, preparing those drinks, and all because of Bianca Nuit's hyper-possessive love for him, he would've never boarded the plane beside the Mindaros.

He thought.

In all honesty, he was pretty proud of the job he'd done. It was an okay feeling.

There'll be no towel whips for this girl.
Yeah, I'd be happy to post if this is still going.


Jericho's heart twitched in his chest.



"Yeah, I'm spending a semester here. Maybe even until the Vytal Festival. Honestly? It may have just been past time," Jericho admitted, meeting April's stare as coolly as he could manage without thinking of his sisters in wherever-the-hell principality of Mistral or wherever. He'd thought sometimes about how many caveats Babs would probably have to cop too before the all-important "but I still love him, he's my wonder twin!" but had never really seen it in action before. Luke Schwarz hadn't terribly impressed him too much from what he'd seen, apart from a cute face and a body that was marginally fun to splash water on, but it was hard to find someone with a more intuitive grasp on what made you who you were than a doting little sister. Loving you despite your faults. Seeing you through masks. Warming you up even when you wanted to be a cold, confident, aloof son of a bitch - and always hampering your training when that's just what you were trying to become.

In one facial expression, one throwaway sentence from a dumb high schooler with ridiculous hedgehog hair, she'd cut to the heart of what it was to be a big brother. The big brother he'd been before he became a knight of Atlas.

Jericho's hair twitched, glowing brightly and folding up into a scythe shape over his right shoulder.

"Babs always liked to tell me I wasn't born wearing a Gold Stripes uniform, so I might as well stop acting like I have one up my ass," he continued. "But don't tell your brother I'm passing on my sister's coarse language to you. You haven't been through boot camp. He wouldn't understand."

Jericho Piper's smile was returning. There was even a threat of him showing teeth, fulfilling most of the criteria a normal, functioning adult without manual control of their face would call a grin.

Then Gratia came over, drinking up any mild fun Jericho Piper may have been having for the first time in three days and replacing it with a chill that made the hairs on his exposed, dark arms want to stand on end. Bianca was with her.

And the barista was walking out the door in a huff.

...

The barista.

Oh, Jesus goddamn Christ.

There was now officially no employee on duty, for reasons he didn't need to be a frickin' palm reader to grasp - and not a single Beacon student aside from he and Bianca, ENTREPRENEURIAL V I S I O N A R Y that she G O D D A M N W A S, had gotten their drinks!

And WOULDN'T YOU GODDAMN KNOW, T͈̗H̗͉E̻͡R̰̠͖̞͍̤ͅE͘'̦̪̞̟S̢̱ ̵̫̖̘̗A͏̲̠͔̮̠ ̧̭̙̖̪̜͕K̭̝̠̲ͬ̍͒ͮͥͥ͂̆̀͠I̢͇̠̭̣͖ͩͨ̂ͧ̿͞Ţ̟͚̪̹̯̦̂̏͌ͯ͋͞C̞̻̩̦͍̹͎̫ͮͬͨ͑̉ͩ̾͛̄͡͝H̛̫̗̠̥͚͙ͯ̏ͅE̸̷̱̫̭̝̳̝̝̹̔ͭ͗͒ͦͫN̠̮͕͈̹͖̳̍ͪͬͮ̆ͮͮ͛ ͉̫͐͒ͪͭ͆ͩ̀́ͅW̴̃́͆ͦ̈́͏̖̮́E̴̛̫͍̮̞̠ͣ̅ͥ́̆̍͌͊N̴̛͌ͧ́͛̈́͛ͬ҉̜͓̥̼̙͚̝C̸̬̬̲͖̣͒̿̇̈ͬ͐͐Ḣ̤̝̞̯̦͙͎͙̺̿̒̇͗͜͟͠ I͔̘̲̣͡ͅṆ̯̙̥̭ ̠̫͓͚̘̞͍͘T̴̺̝H͠E̹̫͙͘ ̫͖͚͝ͅB҉UI̶̳̬̫̮͕̜̫Ḻ̖̖͉̲͎̘͘DI̹͓͇͞N̡̝͎̬̖G̷̜.̮̘̱̖ͅ

His face had grown still as Grat pulled Bianca out of the cafe, with only a quiet "Hey" to even acknowledge the Mindaro's presence, and despite her cavalier farewell he stared at the birdbrain emotionlessly until she walked out of the door. Then he let out a quiet, long-suffering sigh at April and an apologetic shrug before vaulting over the counter and turning back to face her from where an employee would normally stand.

"Break out the tip money, it looks like I'm on duty," he remarked sardonically, noticing an approaching figure out of the corner of his eye. A faint blossom of warmth that didn't feel like blood welling up in his throat began to return to the Young Devil. "Hey, Ms. Severa. I already paid for you and your family. What's your poison?"
AS IF WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH FRENCH TIDDIES
@CrimmyI'm around. Sort of. To be honest I sort of lost the tread of what was happening. Is it still the same day as it was 4 months ago?


Yeah. Sounds like that'll be wrapped up at the end of next week, though.
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