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Jun. 23rd, 2020


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CASSIDY MARSH + CALLIOPE STATEN
obtaining baked goods for a night of conspiracy theories
JUNE 17th - afternoon | Fondante's Inferno | PG-13
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At some point, Callie was going to have to stop saying no when people asked her for some help. There was nothing more stressful than flying across town after a shift to pick up another shift, as a favor. And okay, so, she really did want to help and it wasn’t like Dave, the friend she was covering shift for, meant to break his collarbone and have to go to St Augustine’s. But she wanted to go home.

“Hey there, welcome to Fondante’s Inferno, do you know what you want to order?” She was probably a lot more formal than most of the staff were, but they’d left her on the damn counter rather than just let her clean tables or something like lunatics. Getting the coffee orders was interesting, she was just glad that this wasn’t a Starbucks with the insane complex nonsense.

She’d hit her stride about two hours into the four-hour cover, but as she was hitting that last leg of things, she was definitely flagging. Thank God she wasn’t due for a shift at Temptation that night, and she was late starting at her own job tomorrow. “I’m gonna sleep until noon, I swear to god.” She got a snicker from one of the other employees.

“Hey there,” she was about to repeat the spiel on the next customer, but recognized them and halted, “dude, hey.”




Cass had tossed the wrapper to his hashbrown into the bin as he entered. He had the day off, unexpectedly, but he didn’t mind the time to get some errands done. All good intentions of course, a whole lot of procrastination.

He could almost hear Gen scolding him for the hold up in research, even though he insisted, constantly, that he worked better under pressure. Approaching the counter, he heard Callie’s voice first and smiled somewhat. Thank god, he thought - someone who wasn’t going to judge his food choices and lecture him on nutrition.

“I require sustenance,” he told her in his best serious tone - before flashing the familiar face a large grin. “I’m going to take some of these delicious sugar-filled donuts and scones off your hands. Like a box of them, wait- two boxes.”

He told himself he was getting it to prepare for the podcast with Austin tonight — but honestly part of him just wanted to stress eat half of it. Because of the podcast. It was finally going to happen. His voice, and his love for all things cryptid and Bigfoot, would finally be heard!

And he was lowkey having an anxiety attack.




It was impossible not to laugh at the drama; a bit of a pick up in the pace of things. “Two boxes of overly sugary goodness, coming right up!” And fine, maybe two boxes of donuts and scones probably wasn’t the best idea to just give off to someone. “Do you want a mix or specific ones?”

The donuts were definitely what people went to Fondante’s Inferno for, was there anything better than homemade pastries with the most decadent fillings and creative decorations. “Today’s special is the salted caramel donut.” It wasn’t like they did a lot of ‘novelty’ donuts, but there was a range from basic to filled to fancy.

“You got a party or something?” Two boxes of donuts and scones would probably be a dozen or so pastries, and who ate all that? “Or are you ready to put yourself in a sugar coma?”




To be honest, he kind of zoned out staring at the display case. He literally only caught the second half of what she was telling him. “A bunch of those,” was all he said in reply. He’d heard caramel donut and really, there was nothing horrible about that so.. he agreed, insisted even.

“Not entirely, just a study thing,” Cas said, waving his hand in the air dismissively. Did he want to go into detail? Maybe it’d help his nerves. “Only it’s cryptid and conspiracy theory themed so.. it’ll probably be an all-nighter type thing.”

Cassidy offered up a little mischievous grin. “Even though a sugar coma sounds like the best possible coma,” he insisted. “How’s work so far?” he asked, taking a quick glance around as he snagged a free sample of fudge from the top of the display case - telling himself just one.




Unfolding the takeaway boxes, laying them on the counter, Callie got the tongs to serve up a couple of the specials, then some regular type donuts -sprinkles, jam, chocolate, glazed- with them and some scones in the second box. “Well at least the first half of the night will be one fuelled by glucose,” she knew from college that pumping full of sugar during those all-nighters was usually a bad idea, but it seemed like a good one to start. “Hopefully you’ll pace yourself at least?” This stuff could last a full night after all.

“You doing some Slenderman thing? Bigfoot living in Nebraska? Um, what’s another one, I know the lizard people one.” Conspiracy theories were not something Callie was terribly familiar with, she knew the ones that people talked about online, the obvious ones maybe. But it wasn’t like she was well versed.

“It’s okay, Dave broke his collarbone, hence me being here.” She’d stopped working at Fondante’s when she’d gotten the job at Temptation, letting her free up a few hours during the days here and there. But obviously they still kept her on record for filling in. “How was the Emporium? You on today?”




Pace himself? Pfft. The thought had never crossed his mind. Still, he wondered if it was some sort of trap to cut him off from the sugary delights. “I will make my best effort,” he assured her, although he was just sort of serious about it.

“Bigfoot is totally here,” he quickly defended, pressing his index finger against the counter to emphasize his point. “If he’s anywhere in the continental US, it’s definitely in Seven Devils. You know how messed up this town has been lately and especially what those mountains are like,” Cassidy insisted, as if trying to convince her. “Sorry. Passion project,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair.

Cas cringed a little upon hearing about Dave. “Well it’s nice to see you slinging the scones once again,” he smirked. He slyly reached for another free sample of fudge, popping it in his mouth. “It’s fine, the Big Guy gave me the day off for some reason, so.. Carpe diem,” he said, talking around the wad of fudge in his mouth.

“Do you like Temptation?” It was a fair question, there was a stark difference between the two venues. Different crowd even.




Holding her hands up, Callie gave a soft laugh as she shook her head, “My bad, my bad, I’m sure you know best.” She knew more than a few people who had those passion projects, especially around here. She hadn’t really found her own yet, but like Addy told her, she had time to work it out.

“Ah, he probably thought ‘Cas needs a break, let him chill for the day’, but then you decided ‘I’m gonna stay up all night talking about cryptids and conspiracies.” She slid an extra donut into the box before folding down the sides, following suit with the scone and donut mix box too. “You’re not working tomorrow are you? You’re gonna be a wreck if you are.” Or just mainlining caffeine and sugar to pull through.

“It’s okay, yeah. I like the theme nights best, y’know?” There were nights that went so slow, nights that were great. Half the time, Callie just liked when she was on with certain people. “I like the college crowd, even when they don’t tip, just because they’re less trouble.” Natya usually dealt with any trouble when Callie was on shift with her, and Velina could defuse anything that started pretty well too.




Cassidy liked the idea of his boss just deciding he needed a break, with grad school and the Men of Letters he could definitely use it every now and then — but he’d been at 8-Bit Emporium so long, it was hardly an inconvenience to lug all his schoolwork there for a night. Maybe have to break up a couple of kids, or grown men, fighting over video games.

“I mean, I’d assume I’m working… I hope I’m working, now that you’ve struck that chord of paranoia in my brain…” he joked lightheartedly. “But yeah, I just plan to down a couple energy drinks straight outta bed.” Was it healthy? Nope. But neither were most of his food choices. How his stomach hadn’t rotted out of him by now was a downright miracle.

Cas smiled as he listened, noting the extras she put in and giving a grateful nod. “I can’t say I’ve ever been,” he admitted, he tended to stay away from heavy drinking, or drinking in public. “But I hear a lot of folks on campus talk about it all the time, and what’s not to love about 90’s dance music nights?” he scoffed.

“I’m not gonna lie, you’re certainly missed here,” Cas told her, fishing out his wallet as she finished packing up his order. “You and Nicky are seriously the best baristas they have.” He produced his bank card and handed it over. “Dave is.. meh,” he said, waving his hand in the air in doubt.




“I just mean, did you have tomorrow off too, and that was why you were staying up,” Callie tried to assuage, not exactly meaning to spark some kind of paranoid spiral in Cas. “Addy does that sometimes, when she thinks I’m working too much. She thinks she’s sneaky about it, randomly just deciding to give me two days off, back to back. But there’s nothing sneaky about that woman.” Callie loved her boss; most of the time Addison didn’t feel like a boss either, she felt like a friend who just happened to pay Callie for being around.

“Exactly! I could do without 70’s night, but that’s few and far between just because the crowd for it is way smaller. They’re talking about a few more low-key karaoke nights between the weekend party scene.” Because karaoke was such a big deal now, and Callie didn’t get it, but then everyone and their friend thought they were excellent singers. “You should definitely pop by on like, a few of the more quiet nights, yeah? We do student discounts.”

Placing Cassidy’s order on the counter for him, the stickers over the lip of the boxes to make sure they didn’t open while he was venturing off wherever he was venturing, Callie took the card with a wink, “You’re a sweetheart, is that because we’re the ones who feed your sugar addiction without judgement?” The student discount was applied to the order and the payment process started, offering Cassidy the machine to just confirm cost and approve payment. “Or just because Dave is boring?”




He kept forgetting the social norm of multiple jobs — here Cassidy only worked at 8-Bit and he was barely managing his studies. Although, training with the Men of Letters was arguably a job in and of itself. “I only know of the family name, I’ve never actually met Addison,” he admitted - and obviously the family had suffered some losses through the years, like so many Seven Devils legacy families. “Good to know.”

Not that he’d wander into the occult shop and strike up a conversation unless he needed to.

Cassidy made a face at the mention of karaoke - clearly not a fan either. He’d have to make not to definitely avoid those designated nights. He flashed her a small sheepish smile. “I’m not much of a drinker,” he told Callie. Then he paused, remembering he was friends with Warren Bishop. “However I’m pretty sure I may get dragged there against my will at some point, so as long as you don’t mind me using my discount on friends?”

He laughed, almost guiltily as he signed his name for the purchase and confirmed it. “I mean, you two do spoil me,” he pointed out in all fairness. Okay, maybe he was a little biased when it came to favorite baristas. “But also yeah, Dave is a fun sponge. And his music leaves something to be desired,” he insisted. But really who in their right mind was fans of elevator-type covers of pop songs? “Every time I come in here and he’s working I feel like a Sim,” Cassidy joked, fishing out a few dollars from his wallet and stuffing them into the tip jar.




Runes & Relics was largely a specialist shop, and aside from the tourists on occasion, they rarely had non-witch or wiccan people visit. The people who came in tended to be part of the community in that way. “She’s great, and if you ever need witch information, or just background about this place, she’s your woman. She’ll tell you anything for a coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich.” Callie shot Cas a wink, like she was sharing insider information.

“Well, we do mocktails? And soda, it’s not all alcohol. But of course you can use your discount on friends, any friend of our favorite donut fiend.” It wasn’t really like the girls are the bar with her weren’t prone to having favorites too, and they never really bothered with who they were discounting unless it got out of hand. Callie was sure that Natya sometimes gave a few people free shots to get them to buy more expensive drinks later.

The laugh at Dave’s expense was impossible to keep in, the poor guy was a bit of a bore though. “If I got my way it’d be all Halsey all the time.” But apparently she wasn’t allowed to do that all day every day, so fine. “You try to get at least some sleep in the next couple of days, right? Or we’ll just have a shipment of energy drinks sent to 8-Bit.”




His chin tilted up as his eyebrows lifted, making a face as he nodded, as if impressed by the earful of knowledge he’d just gotten on one of the oldest families in Seven Devils. Well, on Addison, at least. “Thank you. I will file that for future use,” he assured her, pointing his index finger to his temple with a smirk.

Ah that was true — most places catered to the designated driver anymore. And in that case, Warren would certainly drag him there once or twice. “Oh the perks of having a sugar addiction,” Cassidy lamented, taking the opportunity to snag one more sample of fudge.

“Give me Halsey over his garbage anyday!” the Men of Letters trainee proclaimed like he was reciting a line from Shakespeare. He snapped his fingers and pointed as though he just had a revelation. “I’m going to make Dave a mix CD and guilt him into playing it when he’s here,” Cass decided with a cheeky grin.

His grin softened into a warm smile at the bubbly barista, gathering his boxes from the bottom and holding them against his abdomen. “If I don’t sleep you’ll see me on the afternoon news tomorrow; pale but handsome local scholar found wandering the woods naked looking for Bigfoot,” he said in his best news anchor voice. “Thanks Callie, and don’t be a stranger to the ol’ stomping ground,” Cassidy encouraged, enjoying the familiarity of her working behind the counter.




This was why she liked Fondante’s, the clientele was just so colorful. Laughing at Cassidy’s antics was just another highlight of the day for her to take home. “Okay, you take that pale but handsome self of yours on your way.” Callie just shook her head, waving the ‘scholar’ off on his way.

“I’m sure you’ll be seeing me around more often.” It wasn’t like Dave’s arm was going to heal overnight, and who could serve coffee and pastries with just one arm? Wiping off the counter before the next person approached, this place was never boring.

Mar. 25th, 2020


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