kaisou | [catch all]

[ thankfully, the cafe now is open a considerably longer time than before- bordering 24/7 to cater to more nighttime folk. however, sandalphon is nothing if not a workaholic. so here he was, pumping out orders without taking a break- unless it was his own coffee breaks.

was it a good thing that primals didn’t need to eat? yes. did it bring in a crazy amount of stares at him for running 18-20 hour shifts in heels without even looking tired? absolutely. please, convince him to take a single break. anything works.

he’ll always be at the counter, ready to take on the world. or at least, take on the massive amount of people ordering pumpkin spice lattes at 7 at night. gross, honestly, but it does make him the big bucks. ]

[Edward pokes his head in at an hour of the night that it's best not to speak of, hair somewhat windblown and hood down as he ducks inside, humming a sea shanty. He waits in line like anybody else, and raises an eyebrow with each order he hears until he makes it to the counter.]

Mate, can you tell me what's so special about a pumpkin spice latte that near everyone seems to want one?

My assumption is because the pumpkin and spices impart a spicy flavor to what is normally a bitter drink... no matter how strange the combination is. It appeals to many, which is why it sells so much.

[ a sigh. ] I truly don't understand the appeal, but it does bring in the money needed to fund my cafe.

[ the hobby of roasting your own beans never gets cheaper. ]

Doesn't sound very appealing to me either, putting pumpkin and spices into your coffee when it's already bitter. I'll have a, [hang on while he squints at the menu,] brown sugar latte, instead.

[He's never tried one before, and he's a bit floored by how casually they're just. Putting sugar into everything, these days, when back in his time he killed men to get at the sugar in their hold.]

So this is your café?

Brown sugar latte, coming right up.

[ finally, an order that wasn't that accursed pumpkin spice. sandalphon's customer service smile turned just a little more genuine at the order. at the questions, brown curls bounced slightly as he gave a nod. ]

My cafe, indeed. Raised it from the ground up, from my hometown in Rome to here. [ he wasn't really from rome, but he had to keep up appearances. ]

You lot just...put sugar in everything, don't you.

[He sounds a little bit floored about this. To be fair, Edward's from a time when sugar was the sort of goods that you killed men for, so hearing that it's being passed over for pumpkin spice is something of a head trip.]

It's a lovely café. I may stop by more often. [Not quite as often as at Central Perk with all its drama, but often enough.] You started this in Rome? What brought you all the way out here to Kaisou?

[ sandy made a face at that accusation. ]

I don't. I prefer the bitter notes of coffee myself.

[ at the promise of a new regular, sandy can't help but smile. hopefully that's the case, given that all he wants to do was share more coffee. as for the questions... ]

A change in scenery, mainly. I wanted to meet the different people in this world.

(There seems to be a terrified look on Jamie’s face as soon as he gets into cafe as he’s done with finishing school work for the day. If you asked him back before Libra dragged him if he is scared of the full moon every month, he would say no.

But now with his selkie curse and the pelt hiding inside his backpack and the dread of what could happen in the full moon, the young man looks more scared than what he wants to admit as he clumsily grabs for his apron to start his shift.)

[ sandalphon thought it was going to be a normal day. but when jamie came in running in to the cafe without so much as a greeting left the angel confused. ]

Are you alright, Jamie? You look like you've seen a ghost. [ was that a joke- ]

Oh hi. I’m not feeling alright unfortunately, sorry for acting very weird today. It’s the selkie curse I’m stuck with. Got cursed by the Fae ever since last March and there is no way of breaking it either.

[ sandalphon blinked. and blinked again. those were certainly some words that came spilling out of jamie's mouth. the angel was almost hesitant to reply to such a thing. ]

Slow down there. [ give him some processing time, will you? ] One thing at a time.

Now, a selkie curse?

Oh gee, where to start? Well since last March’s Fae chaos, I was cursed into be a selkie as the result of me making some of them very angry. I was walking into the Blue Fish Park at the time when I unknowingly angered them that they cursed me big time.

As for what a selkie is, they are said to be supernatural beings in Scandinavian myths who can shed their seal skins on land to be humans on land and a deep yearning for the sea.

(The idea of having to overhear everything from the mouths of the strange couch hoarding people at Central Perk has gotten Isabela to be wary of said coffee shop very much that she wants to find a better place to find some good coffee without the drama. Just let her have her coffee with milk in peace. It isn’t that hard to do, weird couch people.

So when a co-worker at the flower shop she works for did mention Cafe Millennia one day, she decides to give it a try and hopefully escape the endless drama worthy cries from those weird couch people.

So Isabela arrives at Cafe Millenia, lining up just like anyone else and hoping that the place doesn’t have dramatic couch people too. Even with her year long stay in Kaisou, she still doesn’t get why the folks in the city had a big craving for pumpkin spice latter every fall.)

[ for the most part, sandalphon had a fairly smooth time today- no fights with customers, little to no problems with staffing... a smooth day indeed. ]

Welcome to Cafe Millennia. What could I get you? [ he has a polite customer service smile on as isabela approaches the counter. he's prepared for another pumpkin spice, but still. ]

Oh why thank you, Sir. I would like to have some coffee latte and a cheese Danish please.

(Isa is pretty much hoping that there is some more people who wouldn’t want pumpkin spice in their drinks on this time of the year. She just can’t be the only one, right?)

[ oh thank the astrals. ]

Certainly. A coffee latte and a cheese Danish, coming right up.

[ the relief was written all over sandy's face. astrals, finally a break from the endless amounts of pumpkin and spice. ]

Okay, thank you so much, Sir. I will be waiting here to get the order at any moment.

(No worries: she is very patient even with very long waits. Isa is just trying to avoid the weird pumpkin spice obsession as much as she can throughout the fall time. Even as an otherworlder living in the city for a long time, she just can’t get the locals sometimes.)

[ a good barista will learn a regular’s order within two weeks. sandalphon, whose only source of entertainment has been the cafe (granted, he doesn’t want to think about the spirit realm Just Yet), has learned every regular’s order in three visits. it was just a normal thing for him to do, given that keeping them happy is what brings him money. yknow, the thing he needs to keep on living. he wonders why he’s acting like he eats food and rest, but anything to keep suspicion off him. why does he want to not draw suspicion again?

those are thoughts for another time. he’s preparing one of his regular’s drink- akira’s, specifically. it was around the time that he would be coming around for study time. he was just wrapping up as he hears the door bell chime. he looks up and confirms- good, that’s him. but then he looks down and-

what. ]

[ its a normal time in the university district of kaisou. for the most part, nothing seems out of the ordinary. except suddenly, there seems to be an influx of feathers around the area. these feathers aren’t normal ones either- they’re in a multitude of colors. feathers with gold tips, brown, blue, red, bright white, and purple scattered all around, leading back to one cafe millennia.

but once one steps inside the cafe, there seems to be no trace of the feathers inside. how strange. but the head barista of the place, no matter what, will have a small smile and a light spring to his step. noticeable only by those closest to him- or his regulars- sandalphon is definitely in high spirits.

why is that?

he catches the eye of the person just entering, and only offers a customer service smile and a glint in his eye. ]

Welcome. What can I offer you?

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