OPEN LOG

[angelskills]

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. ]

Comments

[angelskills]

All right.

[ Though 'where' is the question, really. There's always the basement, small and dank, but certainly private enough if it's that serious of a conversation. The cook can watch the front for a while if she needs him too; it's not as though they're swamped with customers today. ]

We have a downstairs that you can only get into through the kitchen... that should be okay, I think.

[flamberge]

[A basement would be a perfect location, especially the one she'd described. One way in and out and he could easily hear were anyone approaching. Richard gives an approving nod.]

It sounds as though it'll suffice. Whenever you have a free moment, tell me and we can go down there.

[angelskills]

All right! Um... hm.

[ She looks across the shop once more. Yep, it is dead in here tonight. Ah well, she turns on her heel and pushes the kitchen door open. ]

I'll tell the cook I'll need him to watch the front for a while in... um, how about ten minutes from now? Fifteen?

[flamberge]

[That's more than fine. Really, she can take however long she needs. The remaining paperwork can wait.]

Whenever you're ready, come get me.

[With that, Richard takes his tea and finds a small table to sit at. This little wait will provide ample time to finish off the tea, at least.]

[angelskills]

[ She busies herself with cleaning and arranging some tea cups, though her mind is hardly on her work. What does he want to talk about? Is it something bad? Is it something good? In her distraction she stumbles a few times, burns her hands on some too-hot cups, and clinks a few plates together which may or may not result in a couple of chips that Grannie won't like. But that hardly matters.

When a good ten minutes have passed she heads into the kitchen to ask the cook to watch the front, that she has to take care of something, and peeks out from the kitchen door when the cook ambles his way to the front and squats boredly in one of the stools. It's still slow, and the only customer here looks like he's going to help Colette with something, anyway. ]

Mr. Locke? We can go to the basement now.

[flamberge]

[During the wait, Richard slowly sips away at his tea. How had he never learned of how good tea is before now? Some of those noises in the back do catch his ears, but they don't sound too bad.

Soon enough, the tea cup is empty and just in time, too. Not too long after taking a final sip, Colette suddenly calls his name. Richard stands, picks up his cup and brings it over to the counter before setting it down. Cleaning up after oneself is only polite. Once done with that, he makes his way over to Colette and gives her a nod, an indicator for her to lead the way.]