Colette Brunel (
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savetheearth2013-11-23 11:53 am
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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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