[OPEN/MINGLE] it's the cafe log and we're hiring

[forwander]

Who: Passenger & You
What: Cafe log
When: Early month after getting back to the Grove
Where: The Magic Lamp
Warnings: hopefully none because we're making baklava


[Now that everyone is back at the Grove, Passenger has returned to his usual routine of (checks notes) being kind of a cryptid, aka he stops lurking and straight up just goes back to the cafe to resume work there. He needs something to do before his own boredom kills him, after all.

So, welcome back to the Magic Lamp! If you're in need of snacks and drinks, his full menu is sitting framed by the door, but there's a larger menu written in chalk above the counter. It isn't very artsy, but maybe one of his new employees can help make it look nicer? I'm looking at you Fel—

Passenger will be there all day to serve people, and he takes requests too if you don't see something you want — you might have to explain a certain item to him if he's unfamiliar, though, so be prepared for that. He can generally pull off any American-styled deserts, but anything else requires some handholding.

For those of you seeking employment: He is hiring, and the job interview process involves a simple question: Are you willing to work with spice, and do you have a nut allergy? Sargonians are fond of both of those things, so being able to handle both is a must.

Welcome back to the Grove, everyone. Enjoy your coffee! Feel free to mingle a little, too.]

Comments

[forwander]

He did not, no. He is not a man who is often angry — I have only ever seen it a handful of times, and they were all in relation to his brother. This shook him severely, as it did with all of us.

[The kindest among all of them, found dead by God-inflicted snake bites. How horrific. How ominous.]

Gnosis is taking it harshly, then.

[diplomaticimmewnity]

[ Enciodes solemnly nods and finally takes a sip of coffee. ]

I fear that the repercussions will get worse going forward. I understand people have died in the past, but it has become sparser lately. I worry maybe... the Creature is figuring out what hurts us most.

[forwander]

Yes... that is how the unjust rule.

[Passenger is intimately familiar.]

If I may ask: When facing the Creature directly, should it come to pass... how will you act? You, ever the diplomat, a man whose reason and rationale takes precedence over all else. Will you be particularly inclined toward the diplomatic solution, after all we've been through?

[diplomaticimmewnity]

[ Enciodes is usually quite good at obscuring how he feels, but... his smile is as bitter as he feels in this moment. ]

You misunderstand, Passenger. I am a diplomat in front of my people - only as a means to serve myself and my family. Which is just to say: Were it to come down to it, I would not hesitate to hoist the false god's head on a pike.

[forwander]

[Passenger's headwings tilt forward just slightly at those words, and ever-so-gently does he set down the dishware he's currently cleaning and fold the towel up in his hands. The smirk he wears can only be called amused.]

Yes... I do see why Gnosis is so fond of you now. [He coos.] Very well. Know that, should you require someone to plan the downfall of an evil entity, I do have the skillset for it... and if nothing else, lightning bolts are a swift form of justice, do you not think?

[Aka: He will help you kill this thing, say the word buddy.]