Open log: Coffee shop time!
WHO: Agatha Heterodyne and OPEN!!
WHERE: Spark Roast coffee shop
WHEN: Anytime this week
WARNINGS: SCIENCE. And hot drinks. Robots.
SUMMARY: Open log at the coffee shop, Agatha's taking a break from a major project and trying to relax.
FORMAT: Anything you want. I'll probably start with prose!
Agatha was stumped, which was an extremely unusual and even more unwelcome happenstance. Her mission to replicate her locket to have a backup on hand at all times and keep Lucrezia from getting access to this place was at a standstill. She just couldn't seem to duplicate her uncle's work, not even with Stark's help. It was so. Incredibly. Frustrating.
She'd raged around the workshop for long enough that even her own clanks got sick of it; she found herself summarily dismissed from the warehouse by virtue of being carried on a sea of small robots, then tossed through the door into the hallway toward the front of Spark Roast. The doorbot refused to open for her, so after a few minutes of staring up at it in annoyance, Agatha turned on her heel and headed for the office where she could change into something more appropriate for the coffee shop and tug on a new apron.
Serving customers and making drinks was soothing, but she was still preoccupied. And in a lull, stared off into space, trying to reimagine what she'd done wrong with the locket.
WHERE: Spark Roast coffee shop
WHEN: Anytime this week
WARNINGS: SCIENCE. And hot drinks. Robots.
SUMMARY: Open log at the coffee shop, Agatha's taking a break from a major project and trying to relax.
FORMAT: Anything you want. I'll probably start with prose!
Agatha was stumped, which was an extremely unusual and even more unwelcome happenstance. Her mission to replicate her locket to have a backup on hand at all times and keep Lucrezia from getting access to this place was at a standstill. She just couldn't seem to duplicate her uncle's work, not even with Stark's help. It was so. Incredibly. Frustrating.
She'd raged around the workshop for long enough that even her own clanks got sick of it; she found herself summarily dismissed from the warehouse by virtue of being carried on a sea of small robots, then tossed through the door into the hallway toward the front of Spark Roast. The doorbot refused to open for her, so after a few minutes of staring up at it in annoyance, Agatha turned on her heel and headed for the office where she could change into something more appropriate for the coffee shop and tug on a new apron.
Serving customers and making drinks was soothing, but she was still preoccupied. And in a lull, stared off into space, trying to reimagine what she'd done wrong with the locket.