On a fine summer day like this one, it would be a shame to not spend your lunch in a park or near the window over a cup of tea. You can watch the clouds float by, taste various flavors of this wonderful drink and chat with your friends!
Is that not exciting enough for you? Then how about a simple game of exchanging notes and favors?
The Rules:
Post with your character! They are currently in the middle of having tea. The time and place is up to you.
Comment to other people! Keep the conversation going!
Sometime during the conversation, let a note show up on your partner's saucer. The note describes something your character would really like to do with their partner, no matter how innocent or scandalous!
The characters discuss the contents of the note. Feel free to go ahead and agree to fulfill it, haggle and present various conditions of its fulfillment, even act scandalized! The outcome is up to you.
Remember that your character may not have written the note right now, but it's definitely there and written in their handwriting. Also, keep in mind that the most innocent characters can have dirty wishes and the most promiscuous ones can have moments of chastity. Go for whatever scenario you'd like, be it sex or CR!
[ Nothing like a good fitting cup of tea to get your blood boiling, eh? In a near foolhardy and rather hard headed attempt to prove his superiority, he's taken care of the tea today. No. He insists. Really, Sebastian. Don't you dare lift a damn finger.
Despite the fact demons can't probably taste things the same way humans do, it was all just a matter of principle.
But today's selection, if anything was picked more for its name and aroma if anything. A sweeter blend, vanilla and spice, the kind that came mind when serving this particular demon... not that it ever occurred to Claude that he would.
One cup slid over. Mostly in silence. Mostly with eyes daring him to criticize his work. ]
[ Ryo puzzled at the setup -- porcelain pot, cups and cakes that seem to be better looked at than eaten. He's not really used to this kind of treatment. ]
[ Delicately lifting the lid of the teapot to ascertain whether the tea is brewed to the correct strength, there's a smile playing on his mouth as he stands, holding the pot and supporting the spout on the edge of his index finger. ]
Allow me to serve you, mademoiselle. [ -he's saying it as though simply being requested to go ahead would be the greatest pleasure he could hope for, a smooth glance from her eyes to the cup in her hands. ]
[Nothing to see here, folks. Just a couple of young ladies enjoying some tea together. These aren't the magical girls you're looking for. Move along, move along.]
[Despite the fact that his tea decorum is practically perfect in every other respect, Matthew rather spoils it by sitting on the backrest of his chair with his feet on the seat.
There is also the fact that he appeared in the blink of an eye, but he wasn't trying particularly hard to hide his magical presence so she may well have felt him before he showed up.]
Would you object more strongly than usual to some company?
[Kennedy's tea is growing cold as he smiles over his shoulder at the countryside. If England's national holiday is summer, then it falls on today. It's perfect.
But he's not completely rude. If Miss Bennet should think to say anything, his eyes will snap back to her, pulled from their reverie. The smile on his expressive face may not be there any longer, but still. He understands the purpose of being swept into tea together, but he's pretty sure Mrs. Bennet is terribly unhappy about the fact that he's a sailor, so he's been merely polite in the little time they've spent.]
[ Tea at the Xavier's would be nothing of a surprise for most present. It was a tradition Charles had never favored and yet managed to tolerate. It was at least interesting to meet new people. Charles, however posh, had never been much of a socialite in this respect, however when he did spy a person or two of interest he would approach. Which had been the case moments prior when he settled himself across a stranger for tea. Being whom he was he was hardly afraid of new people, and thus he decided to simply spark up a conversation which had been maintained with social niceties for a moment or two, ]
[Perhaps this is a place of waking dreams. There are certainly some hints at elements of surreality, the horizon too vast all around so that the sky seems more like a fish-eye lens, open with an array of clouds too purposefully molded like Rorschach blots in the possibility of definable shapes. It's also shaded in a palette of pale indigo-violets, rather than than pure blues.
The grass and charming tea table are lit with an artificial glow of hovering lights, too shimmering white and too stable in their gentle bobbing to be fireflies.
Zexion might have made a perfect mirror to the real world, if he had so wanted. But what good is illusion, if it always reflects reality?
Our host sits smug and cordial, pouring tea from a china pot- black, brewed strong, but with fragrant hints of something something like cinnamon and toasted bits of candied almond. No need to add sugar on top of that, though there is a generous pitcher of cream too, speckled throughout with the paste of ground vanilla bean.]
This is the first time he's ever had tea with someone before, so there's no reason for Roxas to think there's anything special about it. It's nice, he supposes, though if asked for what makes something nice, he'd only be able to offer a blank stare in response. At the very least it's different, the colors and light a striking contrast to the endless white and grays of the castle.
He accepts the tea cup when Zexion offers it, but doesn't add cream or anything else. He doesn't know how he likes tea. He doesn't know if he likes tea. But the smell is nice, and while this isn't as good as ice cream on the clock tower, it's better than going back to his room and staring into space until he's tired enough to sleep. He sips the tea, careful not to burn his lips. It's still pretty hot.
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