Sunbucks Cafe

[Zapp]

A sign outside the double-wooden doors, each with a glass oval balanced on their points in the center, says the following:

All LPI eat free, navy and LSF pay triple.

As you (all my posts that use 'you' assume that 'you' are an LPI officer) push open the left door, your senses are assaulted. You see that half the cafe is dominated by solely the LPI, while the other half contains a plethora of traders, merchants, and quite a few non-reputable looking men and women. You turn to the left by habit, to the LPI side. Sitting in the only chair that was made of elaborate curves and heavily cushioned, Matt Myers was bantering with his underlings in a way that suggested two things: one, he's quite amiable outside the workplace, and two, he's an idiot. You hear the roar of several overlapping conversations present in all places where people meet freely and are permitted to talk; you also hear quite a few outbursts at laughter, mostly from the LPI side. You smell the warm, cozy scent of baking bread, pastries, donuts, as well as the rich aroma of freshly-ground coffee. Your mouth waters at the expectation, though as yet unfulfilled, of munching on a warm, melt-in-your-mouth croissant, muffins, eclairs, and of course the holy grail, donuts.

As your sense of sight observes Matt Myers, you do a double take, then with all the force of your will run out and down the crowded cosmopolitan hallway to the LPI recruitment office. Matt Myers sat behind the desk there, snoring away, as Sergeant Tom Jonas glared at everything that moved by the door -- you especially. Shrugging, you return to Sunbucks, and join your compatriots in getting blissfully drunk on coffee and donuts, the glaze making your fingers and lips sticky.

OOC: All are welcome to post here, and if my posts aren't in direct response to someone else's, they will be in second person, assuming that you are an LPI officer every time.

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