Raksha Keller (soulofhonor) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-08 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, *natasha, raksha keller |
Narrative/Open Log: Raksha Keller
WHO: Raksha Keller and an NPC bartender. OPEN in general, but to mission teams and search members.
WHERE: A restaurant in Atlantis (can be filled in more specifically, if someone wants to claim it.)
WHEN: Thursday, March 8.
WHAT: Investigating COS sightings (and Blue Bubbles).
RATING: G
The bartender kept giving Keller the side-eye. She ignored the suspicious looks and continued to sit at the empty table with her ginger ale prominently at her elbow and her textbook spread open in front of her. No doubt there were places she could be sitting that were more conducive to studying, but this was where someone had reported seeing a COS agent last month. Keller was on a mission, and this was where she was going to sit. The soda next to her had been sitting at Keller's side for over two hours, and in that time she'd taken two sips. The bartender frowned her way again. Keller continued to ignore the looks. The ginger ale proved she was a paying customer, and it wasn't like she'd attempted to order anything stronger. If she'd wanted alcohol, there were usually ways of getting it, under age or not, but Keller wasn't a partier when she was off the clock, let alone on. She certainly wasn't stupid enough to compromise her ability to think when Iliana was missing. Finally, the bartender got tired of staring and came over. "You want to try something more to your liking?" he asked. Keller's attention immediately sharpened on him. She'd previously judged the bar's staff to be clean, at least so far as helping COS was concerned. Maybe she needed to revise her judgment. "Like what?" she asked, tilting her head. She wasn't very good at playing it cool. "Relax!" the man said. "I'm not going to offer you booze. Try the Blue Bubbles. It's everyone's favorite." "Everyone's?" Keller said skeptically. "That's a pretty big claim." He didn't back down. "Everyone's. It changes for you." Some kind of potion, then? That didn't particularly appeal to Keller, but the subject had gotten someone to talk to her. "I'll try it," she decided. "But if it turns me into anything it shouldn't, you'll regret it." He grinned, left the table and then returned with a glass of sparkling blue liquid. Keller eyed it. "It looks like blue raspberry soda. Which is a terrible idea." "Just taste it," he encouraged. Eyebrows raised, Keller took a cautious sip. It didn't taste like blue raspberry or any other kind of soda. It was thick and creamy with a hint of spice. Once after a stakeout, Winnie had talked her into eating at a Indian restaurant that was open late. She'd had a mango lassi that was to die for. Galen had teased her about cats and cream when he'd found out her weakness for them. She'd made him try one just to shut him up. He'd ended up with a frothy moustache on his upper lip, drawing laughter from... Keller didn't cry when there was work to be done. Or much at all. She curled her fingers more tightly around the glass. "That," she said after a long moment. "Wasn't bad." |