august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[callhousekeeping]

[ Steve might be looking for more random staff members, but the woman who walks through the door looks more like she's robbed the Dynasty wardrobe department. Carrying shopping bags from the lingerie and perfume stores (this third-rate mall doesn't even have a Nordstrom, let alone a Bergdorf Goodman or Neiman Marcus. What a rip.), she bypasses the line entirely, ignoring them, and walks right up to the counter. She doesn't comment on the more bizarre aspects of this place or the people -- she behaves as if this were all quite normal.

Tapping her finger, she looks over the menu and the flavors. ]

I'll take the chocolate-vanilla swirl in a waffle cone, cutie. With hot fudge.

[ The faceless mob behind her repeats their phrase, clearly annoyed with her for skipping the line, but unable to say anything different. The woman pays them no attention and simply smiles at Steve. ]

[damngoodbabysitter]

[ Of all the things he could have expected, seeing a normal person is at the very bottom of his list. Right above that person being stunningly beautiful- like she'd just walked off a movie set. He gapes openly before his brain catches up to him and he shakes his head and offers her what he believes is a charming smile as he prepares her ice cream.

Weird stuff after. ]

No S.S. Butterscotch or Cherries Jubilee to take you on an odyssey to flavor island?

[callhousekeeping]

As tempting as flavor island sounds, I'm afraid I'm too fond of the classics. But if you'd like to adventure with one yourself, I'll buy.

[ She looks back at the line of blank heads, empty skin. Even if they order, they certainly can't eat ice cream. It makes one wonder why they bothered coming in at all. ]

They're a fitting allegory for food service, but you don't have much of a job with their mouths, do you? Take a break.

[damngoodbabysitter]

No, I'm good. I don't eat a lot of ice cream, I'm trying to watch my physique.

[ Steve holds out her cone after he adds a dollop of hot fudge to it, trying his best to ignore his creepy customers. ]

I would, but they won't leave and I don't understand what they want.

[callhousekeeping]

[ She takes the cone and gives it a lick that's only a bit suggestive. Sliding some cash across the counter, she gives the crowd a second glance. Nope, still weird and she doesn't get it (she speaks Italian, not Russian). ]

Sweetheart, I don't think you could help them if you tried. Don't let it stress you out. Come on, be bad.