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zenderael_rl2012-07-26 09:09 pm
deathbell) wrote in zenderael_rl2012-07-26 09:09 pm
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[Gunnar/Noelle/Anais] - X-DAV Tea Time
Who: Gunnar, Noelle, and Anais
When: Let's say Friday, April 8
Where: X-DAV headquarters
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: To be determined
It was unfortunate that Gunnar had been on his way to restock when he came to this strange new world. The poisons he had with him were precious few, potions even less so, and then there was his tea...
He looked at the remains of tea leaves in his tin canister. It was enough for one pot. Only one. They were plants he had been told were not native to this strange, new world. He barely frowned as he helped himself to the kitchen supplies, having already been shown the ways of the gas stove by Zale. The rogue had his uses.
Soon, the kettle was whistling, and he poured the steaming water into ceramic mugs and their strange little pictures. It was different. Everything had been so different. Gunnar missed his old clothes, too. Jeans were stiff and uncomfortable, and so many of the shirts had images and words on them. His current was mostly black with the word "aggro" written in white. Gunnar had no idea of its meaning, only that it was the most plain one he could find out of what Zale had given him.
He brought the tea in on a tray into the lounge area and set it on the coffee table. "A bit of home," he offered.
But maybe he shouldn't be calling it that.
When: Let's say Friday, April 8
Where: X-DAV headquarters
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: To be determined
It was unfortunate that Gunnar had been on his way to restock when he came to this strange new world. The poisons he had with him were precious few, potions even less so, and then there was his tea...
He looked at the remains of tea leaves in his tin canister. It was enough for one pot. Only one. They were plants he had been told were not native to this strange, new world. He barely frowned as he helped himself to the kitchen supplies, having already been shown the ways of the gas stove by Zale. The rogue had his uses.
Soon, the kettle was whistling, and he poured the steaming water into ceramic mugs and their strange little pictures. It was different. Everything had been so different. Gunnar missed his old clothes, too. Jeans were stiff and uncomfortable, and so many of the shirts had images and words on them. His current was mostly black with the word "aggro" written in white. Gunnar had no idea of its meaning, only that it was the most plain one he could find out of what Zale had given him.
He brought the tea in on a tray into the lounge area and set it on the coffee table. "A bit of home," he offered.
But maybe he shouldn't be calling it that.