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letterbombsaway ([personal profile] letterbombsaway) wrote in [community profile] discedo_logs2012-03-16 12:24 am

OPEN LOG for March Madness/Teatime event!

Who: All characters participating in this part of the event! Also, this crazy chick.
Where: The warped tea garden that might be in another dimension but might not be you don't really know there's just flowers all over the place (read: who the hell knows)
When: March 16
Rating: G???
Summary: Plot post explains most of it.
The Log:

Looks like you've made it, curious travelers, to wherever and whatever "it" might be. Seems like a garden. A vaguely tacky garden that may have been sculpted by a colorblind landscape designer or a habitual acid user. Ignoring the chaotic flowerbeds, bright sunlight, and constant rattle of trees in a lazy breeze that could collectively induce a headache, it might actually be a pleasant place to relax. Hell, there's even a quaint little table set up for you!

Tea, toast, jams, cinnamon spreads, a whole assortment of not-quite-filling-but-still-tasty treats await. There's even those cucumber sandwiches that no one really wants to eat but still puts on their plate to pretend to be a classy motherfucker at fancy events.

Go ahead and take a seat. Relax. Then maybe you'll notice the silent films. Hey, at least they've got subtitles. It's not quite The Artist, but it's interesting. Never hurts to learn a bit of history. It might help with the future.

Ah, but no time to be too pessimistic or anxious about the inevitably turbulent future ahead of you. There's that scientist girl. You know the one. Currently she's wearing yet another bizarre hat (see: the plot post), unnecessary sunglasses, and is chewing on some of those cucumber sandwiches. Mouth open, of course. She's the sort of person you know wasn't invited to the party, but doesn't quite get the hint that they should leave. Even worse, she doesn't get the hint that maybe she shouldn't harass the other guests with her opinions on life, the universe, films, and cucumber sandwiches. You'll probably get the feeling that, at some point, this will transpire over the course of the shindig:



Godspeed to those who get extensive conversations with this social pariah.

But, on the bright side, it seems like a lovely day in... wherever this is. May as well mingle with other baffled (and possibly hostile) party goers (read: other characters) and enjoy the day.

[ OOC note: I'll be heading to bed but I'll respond with Evan tomorrow and as comments come in! GO AHEAD AND GET STARTED AMONGST YOSELVES. IT'S PARTY TIME. ]
carrythesin: ([hmm; whats there])

[personal profile] carrythesin 2012-03-17 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Kirika, just as the others, was followed by an unfamiliar melody. The melody lead her to a door. With her Beretta at hand, she opened the door cautiously as if she came in for the kill. Green grass and a table, it was a party. She hid her Beretta within her jacket's pocket just in case. She look around at what the party had to offer. Of course it soon lead to the young woman.

Kirika paused and stared at her curiously, and the table too. Just what was she suppose to do here? And this woman, who was she?]
carrythesin: ([hmm?; say again?])

[personal profile] carrythesin 2012-03-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that she mentioned it, there is sunshine here. Give Kirika a moment... Okay, she directs herself back to Evan. Calm and curious as ever.]

Um... what kind of tea do you have, if mind asking?
carrythesin: ([it cures cancer])

[personal profile] carrythesin 2012-03-24 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Doesn't really trust that, but it is bad manners not to try as a guest. Kirika goes ahead and takes a seat and gives it a shot. What happens, who knows.]