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paixaorpg2008-02-17 12:43 am
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This Voracious Caberet [active]
Character(s): Sara, V, and later Cloud, Spirit and Kit.
Content: Sara is absorbing the possible future of her world, in V's company; the joining trio are looking for something to eat.
Setting: Cafe Ereset
Time: Late evening?
Warnings:That's-a spicy meat-aball. Nadda.
They had moved on, in topic and on land, walking towards the café V had mentioned; the man who never stopped smiling led on. He had attempted conversation once or two, but only to the point of being polite; the inquiry after theatre had been one such effort. Afterwards, he was entirely content to carry on as they were, occasionally glancing over---or so one could assume, although it was difficult to tell with the mask he wore---to see how Sara had settled.
The two had reached the café in silence, without incident. V reached the door first, and held it open. “After you, Mademoiselle. If you care for tea, I would suggest the genmaicha, if you haven’t already tried it---and if it’s still in stock. If not…” A small shrug and a nod. “…if not, I daresay earl grey has rarely, if ever, done anyone ill.” Quite the contrary seemed almost certain: ‘Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, and keeps that palace of the soul serene.’ Who was that… Edmund Waller?
Content: Sara is absorbing the possible future of her world, in V's company; the joining trio are looking for something to eat.
Setting: Cafe Ereset
Time: Late evening?
Warnings:
They had moved on, in topic and on land, walking towards the café V had mentioned; the man who never stopped smiling led on. He had attempted conversation once or two, but only to the point of being polite; the inquiry after theatre had been one such effort. Afterwards, he was entirely content to carry on as they were, occasionally glancing over---or so one could assume, although it was difficult to tell with the mask he wore---to see how Sara had settled.
The two had reached the café in silence, without incident. V reached the door first, and held it open. “After you, Mademoiselle. If you care for tea, I would suggest the genmaicha, if you haven’t already tried it---and if it’s still in stock. If not…” A small shrug and a nod. “…if not, I daresay earl grey has rarely, if ever, done anyone ill.” Quite the contrary seemed almost certain: ‘Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, and keeps that palace of the soul serene.’ Who was that… Edmund Waller?
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Turning to look up at Kit - and having to nearly bend his head completely backwards to do so, he scanned the room again for free seating and frowned. "... It's full."