I have a Frozen Mocha here for... Oprah? (Yvaine)

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

((Okay, because you’re not answering me on skype right now, I’m just going to post this I’ll change it later if Anna is not on her laptop, though I believe that was the plan.))

It was early February. The winter was more than half over and in only a month’s time, the aquarium would reopen and soon, Christine Svenna Daaé would have every excuse to frequent the village once more. In the meantime, she still ventured down for the occasional visit to the local Starbucks.

She stepped into the coffee shop and glanced about. It seemed quite crowded that day – more so than usual. She got into the line and looked around as she waited. There were all sorts of villagers there – business people, students, the occasional football mum… By the time she actually got to the counter and placed her order, the place was pretty much full up. She ordered her usual, a Venti Javachip Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and caramel syrup on top, and then looked around for a place to sit while she waited for her coffee. She didn’t see anything open immediately, and so she stood and waited until they called her name and then took her coffee and looked again.

A seat happened to open up on a sofa-type furnishing. Christine made her way over there and then plopped down next to the blonde woman who was sitting there on her laptop. She popped the straw into her drink and then took a sip and looked over to the villager. “Hey!” she said with a little wave. “So what are you up to?”

[Anna Chauncey]

Anna sat on the couch, leaning back as far into the plush cushions as possible. Ah, Starbucks. The safe haven of businessmen and hipsters alike. She smiled a little before reaching over to the side table and grabbing her drink. She absolutely adored the Double Chocolate Chip Frappucinos here. She picked up the drink, taking a huge sip from it before putting the cup back down onto the side table.

She turned her attention back to her laptop, which was open to tons of programs. She had Garageband in one window, Finale in another, Reason and Logic minimized, several internet tabs on Google Chrome in a small window, and then a huge window that took up most of the screen in Photoshop. She LOVED Photoshop. When she got bored, she'd colour on Photoshop. It didn't help that for the majority of college, she was on Photoshop during class...One could say she was addicted to the program.

Before she could continue painting, however, a woman had walked over and started talking to her. Who the hell...what the...Was that Sierra Boggess? She didn't know much about the woman, just that she was in a lot of Broadway shows, like Phantom of the Opera and the Little Mermaid. What the hell was she doing in this little speck of a village?

"Cor, wotcher?" Anna blinked a couple times. "I ain' doin' much, jus' buggerin' around on Photoshop...You...?" She scooched over, allowing the woman some more space to sit. "Anyone ever told you you look a lot like one of those posh Yank celebs?"

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine Svenna blinked a few times, staring at the woman, before giggling a bit. She wasn’t entirely sure of what this cockney (as she’d heard it called) stuff meant, but she was at least getting the hang of it. After a few months in the village, she’d heard it on several occasions and had begun to pick up bits and pieces. From what she could decipher, the other woman seemed to be saying ‘hello’ and asking what she was up to.

“Not much – just needed a little escape. It’s the off season right now, so unfortunately I don’t get to go out as much as I’d like…” When the other woman scooted over a little bit so that she had more room to sit, Christine smiled. “Well thanks!” She scooted on a bit more now that there was the room available to do so, and then took a sip from her coffee.

She tilted her head a little at the next question that the woman asked. Anyone ever told you you look a lot like one of those posh Yank celebs? “Posh Yank celebs? What do you mean?” She’d recalled Raoul telling her that a lot of people in the village seemed to mistake him for some ‘Hadley Fraser’ man… but whenever she was working at the aquarium at the village, it was almost as if people expected her to dress up like a mermaid and sing, so she never really thought much of it.

[Anna Chauncey]

"Ooh, soz, yeah? Must be the speech. Righ'. You look like a famous person from America. It's really insane how much you look like her..." Anna turned herself more towards her new guest on the couch. "Name o' Sierra Boggess don't ring a bell, eh?" Anna picked up her frappucino and took another large sip before realizing that she was out, except for a large pile of whipped cream at the bottom of the cup.

"Damn...I need another coffee...." She looked over at the counter. They were switching shifts, it seemed. And...OOH! There was a new girl! Anna turned back to the girl she was sitting with. "Hey, you ever messed with the crew by tellin' 'em a name that'll cause a panic?" She grinned. Maybe this chickadee was up for some fun.

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine was highly fascinated by the strange way that the other spoke. It wasn’t often she heard an accent anything like it, and so it was quite interesting for her to listen to. The other young woman said that she looked like a famous person from America—some Sierra Boggess. Christine shook her head at the question. “It sounds vaguely familiar… though I know several other people I know around here get mistaken as other people quite frequently. A very good friend of mine often gets mistaken as some Hadley Fraser person… whoever he is.”

The other asked if she’d ever given ‘a name that’ll cause a panic’ when she placed her order. Christine shook her head a little in confusion. What did she mean by that? “No…” she said simply. Though that wasn’t entirely true. More than one head turned whenever the person at the counter called out ‘Christine Daaé.’ “What do you mean by that?”

[Anna Chauncey]

Anna gave the woman a devilish grin, getting up from her seat. "I'll show ya, mate." She walked over to the line and stood there for a a few minutes while the other customers ordered. When it came to her turn at the register, she leaned forward, muttering her 'name' to the new cashier. The new girl raised her brow in unamused disbelief, and Anna made a little bit of a show of convincing the girl that her name was what she'd said.

After paying cash for her newest frozen mocha, Anna walked back to her couch-mate, and sat, cross-legged waiting for the drink to be finished.

Lo and behold, a few minutes later, the guy at the end of the line yelled out, "Venti frozen mocha! I have a Venti frozen mocha here for..." It took the man a couple of seconds to register the name that was written on the cup. "Oprah?"

And suddenly the whole Starbucks went ballistic. Heads turned, looks of confusion took over people's faces, and some people were standing up to see where Oprah Winfrey was.

"Frozen Mocha for Oprah?" the man repeated. When no one went up, he moved on to the next order, sliding the drink to the end of the counter to wait for its owner. Anna burst into laughter, looking over at the woman sitting next to her before skipping up to the counter to claim her drink. When she came back sipping on it, she plopped back on the couch and gave a triumphant little smirk.

"So. Whatcha think about that, then, eh?"

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

The ingénue watched in a sort of curious fascination as the other woman sauntered over to the counter where the person at the register took the orders for the various caffeinated beverages. She wondered what exactly she could be doing. Ordering another drink, sure, she supposed, but was that all? Or was there more to what was going on than what met the eye? Was this innocent drink order really so very innocent?

A minute or so later, the man mixing the drinks called out the name with a rather confused expression and mass chaos ensued with everybody within the café, getting up and looking around as if they expected to see some sort of famous person. It took a second or so for what had happened to registered in Christine Svenna’s mind (after all, her name wasn’t Oprah), but when she understood, she burst into laughter immediately and flopped back on the lounge chair in a giggling fit.

She watched Anna go up and get her drink after the man stopped calling names, and grinned as she returned. “That was hilarious!” She exclaimed between giggles. She still didn’t know who ‘Oprah’ was, but from the reactions of the crowed, she was able to gather it must have been someone rather well-know. “Oh! Oh! I want to try! Can I go next?”