[EP] aliens control the coffee supply

[st_artliving]

Xavin, for the most part, hadn't actually bothered keeping regular hours at her little coffee nook. She spent some time there most days, how long depending on how many people wanted coffee or how interested she was in whatever books she'd selected for the day.

Today was probably going to be a longer day, if only because she'd had to restock a little from the kitchens. She'd found a little cart to haul things and was currently engaged in putting her supplies away. Milks and whipped cream into the little refrigerator, beans stashed in their cupboard, disposable cups stacked and non-disposable cups cleaned and put away. (Some people liked those, particularly if they didn't intend to leave the library. But it meant that her kitchen time included doing dishes, which was often more fun than drudgery. Especially when she accidentally overdid the soap.)

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Scanlan/Xavin

[st_illsinging]

"Okay, I concede" He walked up with a pleasant smile. "Convince me to love coffee."

The gnome had faith that Xavin could do this over anyone else. Except, perhaps, Pike, but he'd do anything for her.

Tony & Xavin

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

At the smell of coffee beans, Tony's synapses began firing back to life as he wandered the halls. The effect was all the more intensified after a night full of wandering the halls doing "research" (as much as it was an excuse to stay out of his still-unacceptable assigned room.) The sight of the coffee stand was enough to bring a tear to the eye, and he approached it like a fly drawn to honey.

"Anything ready yet? I'll take a drip straight." His dark eyes were glazed over with the anticipation of his nectar of life. "Literally. Straight into my mouth. Shove me under the dispenser."

Lillith x Xavin

[st_rangepalette]

Xavin had not been long in her coffee niche when she was approached by a small pen on four legs with an insectoid head and eye stalks. In its pincers it carried a note on a scrap of paper that read:

Make a special coffee drink that seems like me to you? Love, Lillith

Which Tiefling was sitting in a reading nook just outside of Xavin's line of vision.

Tag Lillith - 8/13 - second domino

[st_ratagem]

Once he knew where the library was, Loki couldn't stay away. No, he couldn't actually take books back to either of the rooms he slept in, but there was nothing saying that he couldn't go and read there. (Cloaked in an ignore-me enchantment of some kind, of course.) And the lovely severe Illyana hadn't, even loosely speaking, forbidden him from her domain.

Not that he would have cared particularly if she had.

But there was nothing in his behavior anyone could complain about. He found what appeared to be a decent collection of the mythology of some world he'd never heard of before, wrapped himself in a spell that would make anyone who saw him (without sufficient power and skill of their own to oppose it) see not nothing but someone reading, I didn't pay attention to who.

Sufficiently hidden, he barely noticed when another person took one of the other chairs in his chosen alcove.