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savetheearth2013-11-23 11:53 am
angelskills) wrote in savetheearth2013-11-23 11:53 am
OPEN LOG
WHO: Colette and YOU! And you, and you. And why not, you too.
WHAT: Open tea parlor log! Come and get some delicious tea and glorious CR.
WHEN: Anytime within the past two weeks? If you'd like a specific date just throw it in the subject line.
WHERE: Posies Tea Parlor! Located near LCU, about 5-10 minutes walking distance.
WHY: Let's make some FRIENDS or something.
[ The past few months have been difficult, to say the last. For her, and for Locke City itself. The city she grew up in... even though lately she had these vivid, oh so vivid memories of a small town where all the children shared one school room - and a church, some deity that she didn't recognize, a house surrounded by flowers...
A place vastly different from Locke. A place that, in an odd way, she felt nostalgic for.
The shop is empty at the moment and deathly quiet as she polishes a pretty tea cup clean from behind the counter, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she works. Every slight noise within a reasonable distance rings in her ears but it's no longer intolerable. The shelves and shelves of books around the parlor are somewhat disheveled; it's clear she was cleaning through them before getting distracted by the cups.
It's quiet, but the city is far from still itself, and after a moment she places the cup into the rack of variously colored and sized teacups and begins to sweep the floor. ]
WHAT: Open tea parlor log! Come and get some delicious tea and glorious CR.
WHEN: Anytime within the past two weeks? If you'd like a specific date just throw it in the subject line.
WHERE: Posies Tea Parlor! Located near LCU, about 5-10 minutes walking distance.
WHY: Let's make some FRIENDS or something.
[ The past few months have been difficult, to say the last. For her, and for Locke City itself. The city she grew up in... even though lately she had these vivid, oh so vivid memories of a small town where all the children shared one school room - and a church, some deity that she didn't recognize, a house surrounded by flowers...
A place vastly different from Locke. A place that, in an odd way, she felt nostalgic for.
The shop is empty at the moment and deathly quiet as she polishes a pretty tea cup clean from behind the counter, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she works. Every slight noise within a reasonable distance rings in her ears but it's no longer intolerable. The shelves and shelves of books around the parlor are somewhat disheveled; it's clear she was cleaning through them before getting distracted by the cups.
It's quiet, but the city is far from still itself, and after a moment she places the cup into the rack of variously colored and sized teacups and begins to sweep the floor. ]
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[ BUT THEY USUALLY DIE... ]
But there are certainly more troublemakers!
[ Not that The Numbers Club is full of troublemakers, per se.. ]
How have things been, Julien?
[ Aka, deets?? ]
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[He adds a little bit of sugar and stirs in a desultory fashion.]
I've been okay. [Like he'd say anything else.] Still taking care of the sick birds, but there's fewer of those now, and I have a better idea of what I'm doing. Hah. It was kind of touch and go at first. Now if I go out in certain areas, some of them come to say hi.
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I see. That's great! That there are less of them getting sick, and that you're figuring things out.
[ She pauses to take a sip of tea, not adding anything to hers beforehand. ]
Anything else?
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[He blows on the surface of his tea, steaming his glasses opaque.]
...damn, you'd think I'd remember that this happens by now. [They start to clear. Julien smiles crookedly.] I told the network a while back that my sister's moving away.
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[ And, unfortunately, her family isn't among them. Too stubborn were they, especially Grannie, who had nothing but the tea shop left to her name. ]
I don't blame them.
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[He cups his hands together around his tea.]
Cece said she has her daughter to worry about. And the bombing really shook her. I know... she was in New York, a decade ago. School trip. So, maybe she wouldn't have stayed even without Val.