8233/Coffee Cat of DOOOOOooooooooommmmm

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Coffee Cat of DOOOOOooooooooommmmm
Date of Scene: 14 October 2021
Location: Coffee of DOOM
Synopsis: Joan is surrounded by diabolical feline fiends. Looks like it's Zemo to the rescue!
Cast of Characters: Joan Wright, Helmut Zemo




Joan Wright has posed:
With the lunch rush finished, it is a pleasant time to be at Coffee of Doom. While not shockingly empty of patrons, several members ofstaff are currently cleaning up the tables that have recently been vacated. The new found empty seats allow for just enough ability for the sounds of clinking dishes to become part of the soundtrack for those remaining.

Joan sits at one table. Before her a mug of Latverian style hot chocolate. What makes it different from American hot chocolate? Joan has no clue but the staff here insist it is better. Either way, it tastes delicious so she's not arguing the topic. Instead she's having the occasional sip while she looks through work emails on her phone.

Perched at the table beside her, a barista cat looks over to her and to the mug sitting in front of her. The ear tips start curl inwards at the top, mimicking little devil horns.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     After the lunch rush was one of the best times to spend good leisure time at the coffee shop. Zemo had made his way in, and ordered a coffee, in the traditional Latverian style. Doom's Home Country didn't have any special way of making coffee, it was just a good pour over. But the beans this place had were exquisite.

  Setting down his cup and saucer, before looking at the pastry case. "Could I have one of those apple strudel please?" He asks, handing over a ten dollar bill. A small plate with a delicious looking strudel was handed over, and Zemo took his seat close to Joan. Only a slight glance at the cat plotting something, he was sure of it.

Joan Wright has posed:
The cat's head turns, looking to Joan before it steps foward, covering the gap between tables to invade the Wright territory. Unchallenged the cat stretches contentedly before resting his butt upon the marbletop, facing the mug. The head turns again, looking over to Joan intently.

Joan does not look up to see the cat. But she can just FEEL it. "Joffrey, if you knock that mug over, I will petition the cafe to rename you to Mr. Fluffbutt."

Having bought her some time with the threat, the architect glances up to retrieve the source of temptation. Catching glimpse of the man sitting down nearby, she gives an apologetic smile. "I was talking to the cat." She explains, "So there's no confusion...Just in case you too are named Joffrey." And also in case Helmut has a fluff butt.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     Zemo chuckles slightly as Joffrey was rebuked. "Cats are like teenagers." He comments, before sipping on the coffee. "Ahh, Blue Mountain." That delicious and bracing elixir. "No, I am not a Joffrey." Another person who didn't recognize him...interesting. "Helmut, so you are safe." He adds in before taking a bite of the strudel. "Perfection." He comments, very happy it seems.

Joan Wright has posed:
As Helmut confirms she didn't just threaten another patron with an embarassing rename, she gives a small smile. "Oh good." She replies, "I would be a bit embarassed if I had indirectly threatened a human with that. My name is Joan. Since you were kind enough to confirm you were not a Joffrey."

There's a bit of a paw poking towards her mug but with it in her hand, the efforts to upset it are not achieved. The brunette looks to the cat. "Oh, so you do like the new name?"

She looks back over to Helmut and then Helmut's Strudel. She glances down to her cocoa. "They do have a nice selection of treats here. If you get the chance later on, try the hot cocoa."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     Helmut gives a nod to the antics of the cat, and the recommendation with the cocoa. "Thank you, I will have to try that sometime. Though, I do enjoy the Blue Mountain coffee." He admits, may sound snobbish, but he definitely was having a good time with that cup.

  "A pleasure to meet you Joan."

Joan Wright has posed:
"For me as well." Joan replies, "Just be mindful of Mr. Fluffbutt and his catty counterparts if you set your mug down on the table."

'Mrowr'

"...Fine. Joffrey. But if you try again..."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     "It seems as such." Zemo offers, before looking to the other cats around. "I wonder..." He comments before turning to Joan and positing. "If these cats have been trained to topple beverages."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Hmm. I've long assumed that was part of the business model. " Joan admits, "Go in for one drink, end up buying a second one. Can't get angry because it was a cat. Perfect crime."

She sips her cocoa before lowering it. When she sees the paw lift slowly towards her mug again, she pulls it back. "Nuh-uh."

She eyes Joffrey, "Oh come on, you're not even trying now. What is this? Ramsay's going to beat you in the spilled drinks game if you keep this up."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     "And it sounds like the kind of thing Doom would do." An addendum to Joan's working theory.

  "though that one seems to be on to you. He may go off to easier prey."

  Another bite of strudel, before taking his cup off the saucer, ridding the temptation of some little cat from the equation.

Joan Wright has posed:
A rather sizable sized cat hops up on Helmut's table, eyeing both Helmut and the drink he is holding.

Joan gives a critical look. "Speaking of Ramsey." She gives a nod. "Definitely trained."

As another person sits down at a table, Joffrey gets up to his feet and hops off the table, flipping up his tail in the process.

"I think I just got dumped by a cat."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     Zemo's eyes look to the rather large cat, and he whispers. "Versuch es, so gut du kannst, Katze. Es wird dir nicht gelingen."

  The last of the strudel bitten, before the cat could take it, and the coffee still in his hand. "I concur." Watching that cat seemingly get huffy while he goes about his way. "Much like a teenager."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan sets the mug down on the table, looking over to watch Ramsey get challenged in another language. "Still it is a bit amusing." She pauses, "You know, I can't quite place it yet. But you seem familiar. I kno-"

The architect's mughits the floor, leading to brown liquid sloshing out amongst the broken ceramic.

Joan turns her head to look to the smaller white cat that has leapt onto the table. "CERSEI!"

Helmut Zemo has posed:
     Zemo's eyes glance toward Joan with a light ease as she recognizes him, at least vaguely.

  Thank god for the crashing of a mug on the other side of her. Thank you Cersei. While Joan is dealing with that, the cup of coffee in his hand was finished, before standing up again, heading to the counter. "Another cocoa for the lady." He offers, slipping another bill to the barista.

  "I must be going, but enjoy your replacement." The Baron offers, before he looks to one of the periodicals. 'Where is Baron Zemo?' it asks, before a smug smile, and the Baron adjusts his jacket, and the ermine collar, before he steps out.