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[presgarddihellis]

Who: Katsumori and visitors
When: After Cafeteria Announcement
Where: Katsumori dorms
What: info piling and things
Warnings:

[well, there have been yet more crimes committed...]

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[presgarddihellis]

So I've found.

[gonna go chill on the couch, though, since Puck's sticking around for a little bit.]

Did you find something familiar?

[ordimame]

[oh!! couch!! scoops up his bag o' food and flops onto Katsumori's couch like a stray dog who thinks he owns the place]

Here? Other than the school itself reminding me of my own high school days. . . no, not yet.

[presgarddihellis]

That's still something, isn't it? I'm having to learn all sorts about Japanese spirits and the like.

[anime informs on only so much]

[ordimame]

It's not the kind of familiarity that's grounding.

[a li'l grump. Smith knows how he feels about this place]

. . . honesty, if I had to choose something similar to your Desi pie. . . I'd pick pour-over coffee.

[not the shit they serve in the cafeteria]

[presgarddihellis]

Ah, I see.

Is there a particular brand of beans you like? Or is it more the style of preparation?

[ordimame]

Brands don't matter nearly as much as the cultivation and roasting process do.

[oh no. coffee nerd mode: activate]

There are lots of great gourmet coffees out there, too. Hawaiian Kona is a pretty good roast. . . but I'm a sucker for a good Brazilian Bourbon, too. Those are both arabicas, which tend to be lighter and fruitier in flavor.

But if I had to choose a favorite, it'd be the Brazilian robusta. [nodnods!] It's a bit more earthy than most arabica blends, but when the bitterness is balanced just right with the other complex array of flavors, it makes for an unforgettable experience.

[presgarddihellis]

[oh my Goddess what a NERD.]

It sounds quite expensive.

1/2

[ordimame]

[VERY SERIOUSLY]

It is.

[ordimame]

[brightening quickly afterwards]

But it's worth the expense. Every guy deserves to have a passion, right?

[presgarddihellis]

I don't disagree.

Though it depends on the hobby.

In this case, it's fine if you can afford it.

[ordimame]

I wouldn't be throwing the money around if I couldn't.

[. . . what does he even do for a living??]

[presgarddihellis]

[good question. because Klein knows from experience that the best paying jobs are actually the shadiest.]

That's a relief. Some people aren't so good with managing their money.

[... Klein, why are you so focused on money (he's always like this, actually)]

[ordimame]

[lol]

. . . were you worried that I wasn't?

[presgarddihellis]

No. I just also don't know what kind of finances you had.

[ordimame]

[fair point]

Kind of a weird thing to talk about in a place like this, isn't it? It's so. . . [a beat]

Mundane.

[presgarddihellis]

I find the mundane to be pretty refreshing.

[ordimame]

[ah]

[after a moment of quiet as he peers at Smith from the corners of his vision]

Yeah. I do, too.

[presgarddihellis]

[does actually seem cheered by the topic of the mundane. weirdo.]

Routine is another thing.

It's both something to look forward to and also a reoccurring goal.

I used have a weekly meeting that I would organize for some fellow like-minded folk. It's always an interesting time.

[ordimame]

[hm?]

What do you mean by "like-minded" folk?

[presgarddihellis]

... well.

At first, it was an accident. I summoned a pair of people who happened to have been praying to unknown entities. And you could say, they did find one.

[lol, Alger and Audrey OGs, bless.]

[ordimame]

[. . . oh my god]

So they turned into your. . . [trails off. what word does he use, here?]

Followers?

[presgarddihellis]

Funnily enough, it was before I had even drunk the potion of Sequence 9--I was still very much human and just ended up in a strange predicament where people assumed I was an awakened god.

I didn't even know what a Beyonder was, but one--the eventual Miss Psychiatrist--was asking after it since she wanted to become one. And the other... hm... let's call him... Mr. Seafarer. He was already an experienced Beyonder who was part of a Church.

I just let him answer.

[lol the con, man.]

The group grew quite a bit from there. Eleven, including myself.

[ordimame]

[OH MY GOD]

[with. . . some shades of amusement]

Awfully bold of you to pretend to be a god without the phenomenal cosmic powers to back it up. That must have taken a lot of guts.

[presgarddihellis]

The stage certainly helped.

Miss Psychiatrist was fairly naive at the time, very sheltered, so not too difficult to fool.

It was Mr. Seafarer who was the harder sell... but I think he convinced himself more than anything.

[he is so fond, though.]

1/2

[ordimame]

[before he can even think to stop himself]

Yeah, yeah. . . sometimes it's not a matter of fooling someone else, but instead tricking them into fooling themselves.

[. . . . . . .]