have a cup o' tea

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The Mystery Tea Meme

There's nothing like a nice, relaxing cup of tea. Right?

The Rules
1. Character 1 posts a comment including name/series/prefs/setup text (if desired).
2. Others reply, using RNG (1-23) to choose what kind of tea is being consumed.
3. ???
4. Profit. And fun.

1. GREEN TEA: Makes the drinker wiser. Bear in mind that wise doesn't necessarily mean smart.

2. JASMINE TEA: Turns boys girly, turns girls girlier.

3. EARL GREY TEA: Drinkers of this tea can't tell anything but the truth.

4. LADY GREY TEA: Drinkers of this tea can't tell anything but lies.

5. STRAWBERRY TEA: Causes uncontrollable hiccups.

6. MINT TEA: Causes a complete personality flip. Good is bad, bad is good, etc.

7. LEMON TEA: Instead of flipping personalities, suddenly gain someone else's personality.

8. CHERRY TEA: Ever saw a blushing virgin right before being deflowered? The people that drink this tea will show you how it's done.

9. CHAI TEA: Causes an uncontrollable need to dance, wherever you go.

10.OOLONG TEA: Causes an uncontrollable need to express everything in the form of a song. It might be a song you already know, or you might find you have a hidden talent for lyrics.

11. CHOCOLATE TEA: Effects may include: horniness, uncontrollable lust, more horniness, the need to take off clothes, a hoarse sexy voice, sweaty skin. (For the underage, causes uncomfortable heat and cheesy pickup lines.)

12. VANILLA TEA: Causes childish innocence, kindness, love of everything alive.

13. CARAMEL TEA: Have a little respect for your four-legged friends. Turns the drinker into an animal of the mun's choosing.

14. BERRY TEA: Ever wondered what it was like to be the opposite gender? You didn't? Too bad! Turns boys to girls and vice versa, complete with all the appropriate parts.

15. ROSE TEA: For the love of all that is good and shoujo, will the drinkers of this tea stop sparkling so melodramatically?

16. ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA: Not only will the drinker be more arrogant, snobbish and better than you, but they will also voice it. Loudly. Narcissism is encouraged. So is slapping them back to their senses.

17. CHAMOMILE TEA: This tea will calm you down to the point of apathy and sloth. Don't bother leaving bed, it's not even worth it.

18. DAFFODIL TEA: SUCH A CALM TEA AT FIRST SIGHT BUT WHAT ABOUT WHEN IT MAKES YOU TALK IN CAPSLOCK?

19. THYME TEA: Suddenly your clothes don't seem to fit so well! Adult drinkers of this tea will be de-aged to childhood. Child drinkers will be aged to adulthood.

20. DARJEELING TEA: Causes the drinker to suffer severe delusions. They might just start to think they're the Queen of England, or a tree, or any number of things. I suggest you take videos for posterity and blackmail.

21. BLACK TEA: Causes blindness.

22. DECAF TEA: Sleep, who needs sleep?

23. WILD CARD: Choose a tea, mix and match, or invent your own!

Source: here

Comments

I apologize in advance

[naturaldisasster]

Parent-Teacher Conferences were nigh. Or, as Girard liked to call them, "A colossal waste of time." She understood the point of them, theoretically. In practice, however, there were only so many ways for her to say Your kid sports good or Your kid sports no good. Let's face it, folks, she didn't exactly teach Calculus.

There were, occasionally, parents with delusions of grandeur. She had to break it to them sorta-gently that Bradley with his half-foot vertical jump wasn't headed for the NBA. Other than that, most parents simply weren't interested in Physical Education unless they saw the potential in it for a big, fat, check. Building character? Nah. A healthier lifestyle? Great, if it got them likes on Instagram.

And then there was Andor. He cared... And he didn't care. "Selective fucks given," that was the term she coined for him. And here she was, about to try her hand at convincing him to sign Nephele up for the Track team-- Not because she had a future as a professional athlete (she wasn't ungifted, but she was unmotivated AF), but because it'd be good for her.

When she spotted him hovering in the door to her office, Oni stood up to greet him, shook his hand, and offered him some tea... Some berry tea. She hadn't made it herself, rather it was a re-gifting of sorts from one of the more eccentric parents whose name she'd already forgotten.

never apologize you fiend

[seenitbefore]

"Sure, thanks." There's a flicker of that frankly unfair smile of his as he moves toward the indicated seat; he may be selective with his fucks, but at least he's (almost) always pleasant about it. "So, Djem's still kind of a couch potato, huh?"

For a man whom Neph swears up, down, and sideways is her legal parent, it's remarkably rare that Cassian brings her up in conversation, though he'll talk about her readily and with assurance if someone else does. Despite Neph's pale hair and constant fidgets, in sheer caginess there's a strong resemblance.

[naturaldisasster]

Ugh, that smile. Doubly unfair since Oni suspects he uses it mainly to knock people off their game. It was pretty goddamn effective, too. She shot him a wry look in return, settling down at the other end of her desk. "Oui, but th'use of cattle prods is still frowned upon, so..."

"Unless y'think y'can talk him into joining th'wrestling team," she paused, looking at him with one eyebrow arched quizzically. Hope springs eternal. "I wanted t'talk t'you about Nephele."

"I, uh... I'm sure you 'ave seen this already," she said, turning her laptop to face him and hitting play on a YouTube video of Neph engaged in some rooftop-alley-parkour. Was this Djem's channel? Oni didn't know and, for the sake of plausible deniability, she wasn't going to check.

Oni paused the looping video just as Neph was decidedly airborne. "Y'know, this part right here... Almost like a hurdle, mais her hamstrings are too tight. If she extended her leadin' leg higher and strengthened her iliopsoas, she'd have probably cleared that security fence much better."

"I think she should try out for Track and Field. Not because I want her doin' that," she said, pointing to the screen, "But my job as coach-- apart from screamin' at th'kids t'run --is safety. There're ways t'do this stuff without gettin' hurt and, I promise you, they ain't teachin' each other that out on th'street."

"Plus, if she's in practice, that's less free time for her to get into trouble, si tu vois ce que je veux dire. Like gettin' into yer husband's beehive. Again."

[seenitbefore]

The grin flares into wry mischief for a moment, at the visual of his french-fry son grappling with his peers in any kind of systematic way, instead of a hurricane of outraged noodle-limbs. Then he sobers, folding his hands around the warmth of the styrofoam cup as he watches.

He knows - they all know - Neph gets up to things when unsupervised, but he'd like to think she was more discreet about them. Be smart, he's told her, for all the good that does with a kid her age - a kid over whom he has no actual authority, anyway, even if he wanted to exercise it.

So now there's video evidence. Cassian breathes the faintly fruity steam, casting a glance across the desk at Girard, who's never struck him as the blackmail type.

Nor does she let him down. The smile sneaks back into his eyes, though he's careful not to let it go any further. "Yeah, I see your point." And he does - he may not be a particularly athletic type himself, but he grew up around plenty of them, knows the plain sense in Oni's argument. "Have you mentioned this to her?"

[naturaldisasster]

Did she mention it to Neph yet? "Ahh... No," she answered, with a rueful grin, "Not yet. Didn't want her t'think I was puttin' th'squeeze on her." Even though that was exactly what she was doing, after a fashion.

"Sports is... Not somethin' she's expressed a big interest in," she said, and that was putting it mildly. Oni was willing to bet that Neph would launch herself face-first into the Fifth Amendment once she brought up the video, too, so there was that.

"I'm not th'easiest person t'talk to... I know that. That's why I was hopin' you'd talk to her about it, actually."

"what happened to your face, neph?" "I walked into a constitutional amendment"

[seenitbefore]

"Make Dad do the dirty work, huh?" the smile flashing again. Amused, he sips his tea; he can't quite place the flavor, but it's pleasant enough, not too sweet. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

Nephele is not the easiest person to talk to, more to the point. But it's true that of the two of them, he has more practice and probably more patience - not to mention a knack for blocking off her more devious escape tangents - and he's already meditating his approach.

I apologize forever

[naturaldisasster]

"That's an excellent idea, I'm so glad you thought of it," she smirked, not yet looking at him as she closed her laptop and set it aside. But that second part of his statement threw her-- Not because of the words; that was as close to an agreement as she was hoping to get from him. But because of the voice. It was... Different. Feminine.

Ms. Erso, she thought, reflexively. Then, just as quickly, she rejected the notion. Jyn did not have that accent. Who, then, she wondered, finally looking up from her desk. Oni expected (with no small amount of annoyance) to see that someone had inserted themselves into her meeting while they were discussing how best to blackmail a teenager because it was okay when adults extorted you so long as it was For Your Own Good™.

And, at first blush, that's exactly what she saw. Except. Who was this woman and why was she dressed uncannily similar to the outfit Cassian had been wearing? Onida blinked, casting a quick glance around. "Qui...?"

"Monsieur Andor?" she called, her brow furrowed. There was a preternatural resemblance between this woman and Cassian-- Perhaps she was an as-yet-unknown relative? Maybe the AndErRook's expanded their family to include a fourth partner? It was either that, or Girard was getting punked and, frankly, she got enough of that prankster shit from the students. She didn't need it from the parents as well.

shush you

[seenitbefore]

Cassian clears his throat to get rid of the sudden constriction in his voice, and blinks back at her. "Sorry, I--" And breaks off to clear it again. "What?"

At the same instant he's aware of something else, a weird, faintly off-balance feeling. His clothes don't quite seem to fit, somehow, despite the fact that (for once) he's not wearing anything of Bodhi's - what is Girard staring at? A glance over his shoulder shows only the office door. "Is something--"

Wait.

What?

Cassian draws in a slow breath, to counteract the spike in his heartrate, and hears the same even contralto conclude, "--something the matter."

It's not really a question.