Monday - Long Island was a godsend during the AM and PM rush. I guess they enjoy having one place where everyone can get along.
Tuesday - Beer has arrived!
Wednesday -
Aw shit I forgot again
So that beer lasted more or less a week, saw a lot more Germans, Hipper got really in my face when she was drunk, that's more or less it. But Mariah Carey defrosted already so I have her to thank for haunting my radio.
Damnit.
Thursday November 30th - Long Island came back and said she's actually willing to help me? For the first... What, month? She was a lazy bum who just played World of Warcraft and League of Legends all day, now she's working because she wants to?
Did I instill a work ethic into her or something?
Friday - Got her a properly fitting uniform, or at least what I hope is the new uniform.
Portland won't shut up about Indianapolis goddamnit.
1200 Hours
The door rings and in comes in a... blue... purple... pale blue? Whatever pink haired cruiser. God damn what is with this base and having such little clothes!?
She walks up to the counter, "Hello~! Would you mind taking a few minutes out of your day to talk about the Church of Indy?" Before putting a book on it and opening it, showing some... pictures, of Indiapolis.
Landon takes a glance down before staring right at her, a bit confused. "Uh, Portland, right?"
"Yep! And that's my cute little sister, Indianapolis!" She exclaims, flipping through page upon page of Indy pictures.
"Aren't some of these... a bit revealing?"
"It's all in the name of the Church of Indy!"
They stood there in silence for 3 minutes.
Until Columbia looked up from her laptop and broke it with, "Can I have another!"
He shot back behind the counter, "Yeah, I'll get it right away."
"So what about the Church of Indy?"
"Maybe... later. Yeah come back to me later." He spoke with his back turned, not wanting to have to confront the cruiser.
A smile grew on Indy's face before she spoke, "Well then, tomorrow at 5!" Subsequently walking out the door without any confirmation from Landon.
As he finishes the drink, he walks around the counter to hand it to Columbia, "Real fine work you've got there."
"As expected from me!"
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The Coffee Shop
General FictionIf you're reading this, my name is Landon, and I've established a coffee shop at one of the Azur Lane's forward operating bases. I've decided to keep a journal to document the sheer amount of tomfoolery that the media doesn't tell you about. Hope yo...
