| Title: Chat over a cup of coffee. Time: Monday, March 22, 2004 The Thespians: Navilee Karzonia and Scarlet Bryant Location: Boulder - Xando Coffee Shop |
| +---[ Boulder - Xando Coffee Shop ]------------------------------------------+ | | | An aroma of coffee and baking sweets fills the air of this somewhat dimly | | lit coffee shop. Circular, polished wood tables accompanied by four | | matching stools each are scattered a bit haphazardly about the room's | | oaken floor. Along the brick walls are hung a few large pictures, and cut | | into the western one is a stone fireplace with comfortable, light blue | | couch and two matching chairs closely encircling it and a small center | | table. Bright flames crackle merrily at all times of the year inside this | | enclosure; on the left hand side sits a metal stand supporting long, thin | | pokers perfect for roasting the free marshmallows of virtually all sizes | | and colors that are available back on the counters near the door. Visible | | also through the glass of these are all sorts of other goodies, and on | | another counter, as one might expect, sit bags full of numerous flavors of | | coffee, mugs to purchase, foam cups, and a hot water dispenser. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Sitting at a table, Navilee Karzonia is... to say bored is to say the sun is hot, or space is cold. It's a terrible understatement. So she is sitting here... Completely bored out of her mind, just... visualizing... which is not alleviating her boredom. |
| Spring Break for students, is definitely less than wonderful for Scarlet Bryant. Not that she works in the department of regulation of magic, but her offices are close enough for her to be disturbed. In desperate need to be away from everything related to work, she saunters into the coffee shop, slightly disappointed to find that it's a little bit more crowded than she would like it to be. She places her order, and slowly looks around the room, above heads of other students and people, to find a place to sit down. |
| Hum dee dum. Navilee complete ignored Scarlet's entrance, and, more to the point, Scarlet. Not that she really pays attention to anything... Why can't they give students fireworks..? Or something that explodes... The thought to use magic has completely slipped her mind. Hum dee dum. |
| "Excuse me," she says, voice polite. "May I join you? There's no where else to sit." Navilee may have ignored Scarlet, but the young woman knows a barely empty spot on the table when she sees one. Though she doesn't particularly want to, Scarlet walks over with her drink towards Navilee, and pauses, ducking down slightly to get the student's attention. "Excuse me," she says, voice polite. "May I join you? There's no where else to sit." |
| Broken out of her stupor, Navilee sounds less than intelligent. "Uh...? Oh. Right. Sure." She shakes her head, then brushes a few strands of her hair back behind her ear. She hopes she doesn't look quite as bored as she feels... |
| Navilee definitely looks it. Scarlet tries to hide a smile as the student wakes from her daze, and she sits slowly. For a moment she falls silent, wondering whether or not she should start conversation. Usually, when one does this sort of interruption, it seems only proper. "Have you had a pleasant Spring Break so far?" The ministry trainee asks, picking at her scone with a fork. |
| A slightly arched eyebrow. "Not really. Been bored out of my mind." Navilee suppresses a yawn, then twirls a fork between her fingers, one she conveniently forgot she took from another table. She focuses on the fork, stopping it to check how sharp it is. Bored? Not at all... |
| If the fork is sharp, Scarlet doesn't notice, as the fork, and the bit of scone attached to it, is currently in her mouth. She pauses only to chew, swallow and have some of her coffee before she turns back to Navilee, not seeming to mind the girl's lack of wanting to talk. "Where are all your friends?" |
| "How should I know...?" Navilee asks, shrugging. "Besides... I'm not what you would call a social animal." She shrugs again. Soooooo bored. Finding that the fork isn't all THAT sharp, she proceeds to toss the fork up in the air and catch it. What fun. |
| Scarlet Bryant watches carefully as the fork arches up and down, to, from and back to Navilee's possession. She was never a social creature herself, but this isn't caring and sharing time. In fact, Scarlet stays quiet and just chews her scone, perfectly content with letting the student bring up conversation, if there is any to be had. |
| But Navilee isn't exactly one to start a conversation. She looks about, acquires another fork, and tosses them into the air, not very high, catching them, and drumming lightly on the tabletop. Gee. I wonder why her friends left her. Or she can't find them. Or whatever. |
| So the drumming creates small little vibrations, which means that Scarlet's lidless coffee is currently displaying those vibrations. The woman chews rather slowly on yet another piece of her scone, and merely continues to sit and watch the student as she... attempts to alleviate her own boredom. |
| Yet, getting watched is getting on Navilee's nerves, slightly. "Is there something I can help you with...?" She asks, tossing the forks into the air. She, at this point, doesn't care if Scarlet takes offense, just as long as she stops watching her. |
| "Not at all," Scarlet says coolly, taking another sip of her coffee. "I apologize if my watching un-nerves you. If I wasn't sitting here I'd be staring at someone else at another table the same way anyway," she shrugs, and goes back to her eating. |
| "Whatever." Navilee says, and twirls the forks a couple more times, then leans back and closes her eyes. Boredom... A universal plague. Boredom.... How much she wishes she could do something, /anything/ right now... |
| And were Scarlet any younger, she might comply with that. Not that she's a stick in the mud completely, but though she notes the definite boredom in the student's face just before she leans back, Scarlet doesn't really seem to care. She pays more interest in her coffee than anything, taking another long, drawn out sip on it, keeping her eyes on Navilee. She supposes she should speak. "It's not going to get anymore exciting in here, I don't think." |
| "No... I don't suppose it will..." Navilee says, shrugging slightly. "I wonder what else there is to do, though...?" Another shrug. If she could survive... well... this far... a little boredom won't kill her. |
| All Scarlet can do is offer Navilee a shrug, which she does. "I don't know," she reaches her empty cup out, clearly relishing in the luxury of not having to move for a refill. "What do teenagers do nowadays anyway?" She asks, though one can't really quite tell if she's jesting in her voice or not. Scarlet's not all /that/ old. |
| Another arched eyebrow. "How would I know...? I just drum. That's it. And I doubt they have much here in the way of bands, if you catch my drift..." Navilee shrugs again. "Oh well." |
| "Nothing outside of the school?" Scarlet looks just slightly surprised, setting her new, piping hot cup of coffee back down on the table. "Or are you just looking within the school walls?" |
| "No. I don't really do anything outside of school, save drumming." Navilee shrugs. It seems to be a common gesture for her. "I never really found much, out of school, that interested me..." |
| "What I meant was," Scarlet pauses to clear her throat, covering her mouth up with a napkin as she does, "What I meant was, you haven't found a band outside of school to play with?" |
| "No. Well, back where I used to live, I had a band, but when we moved here, I had to break it up." Navilee sighs. "Good times. But no, I don't have a band currently. Drives me up the wall..." |
| Being the adult here, and hopefully able to hold her tongue, Scarlet avoids asking why Navilee prefers sitting around at a time like this when she can be out finding a band to play with. "What sort of music do you play?" She instead asks, staring down at her coffee, and the crumbs from her scone. |
| "Meh. Whatever occurs. Save for pop or rap. Even though those aren't even music." Navilee shrugs. As to why she isn't looking is the fact she has, temporarily, given up hope on it. Besides, what better place to meet people than a coffee shop...? |
| Scarlet Bryant nods silently, cradling the hot cup of coffee in her hands now as she listens to Navilee speak. "Muggle musicians interest you in starting bands at all, or do you only look for the magic folk?" She poses her question rather casually, though some may find the topic touchy. |
| "Is there really any difference...?" Navilee asks, arching an eyebrow. "So long as they can play an instrument and aren't complete jerks, they're alright in my book..." |
| Scarlet Bryant can shrug like the best of them, and so she does, all the while looking back and forth between Navilee and her cup of coffee. "Some people seem to have a preference," another shrug. "Just thought I'd ask." |
| Navilee returns the shrug. "I don't see the difference, really, though. People are people, whether or not they are enlightened or not." She sets the forks on the table. |
| Scarlet Bryant wouldn't go so far as to call the wizarding folk 'enlightened,' but since her lips are currently preoccupied with her coffee, she raises an eyebrow in response only. |
| Lapsing back into silence, Navilee shrugs again, spinning the forks on the table with one finger. She brushes some stray hairs behind her ear, again,, then leans back, feet of the chair off the floor. |
| It seems that Scarlet's about done with her coffee. The second cup still steams, but is about half full now as she slowly pushes up from her chair. The scone's gone, so that's probably why she's done as well. A faint smile is cast towards Navilee and she nods at the girl. "It's been nice chatting with you," she comments, "Good luck with that whole drumming business." Another small wave, and she slowly makes her way out of the shop. |
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