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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. ]
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. ]
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OPEN
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Once she got to the tea party, She spent little time looking around, stopping to watch each scene play out before moving to the next. Of course, she wasn't far from her computer which was recording the entire thing.
Strangely.. she couldn't get a reading on exactly where they were.That both annoyed and baffled the petite scientist. Oh well, may as well enjoy the party.]
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OPEN
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OPEN
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But first things first. Smoker is that grumpy "authority" guy who is busy looking for the god-awful record player to turn it the hell off. Damn sound is grating.]
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Open
Made odder by the fact that she can't seem to find her way back--and didn't think to create any doppelgangers to anchor herself in Discedo, as opposed to...wherever this was. Though it was a rather pretty wherever-this-was.
...granted, the effect is rather spoiled by being allergic to sunlight. So rather than taking tea or eating any of those treats, Flandre's almost immediately hidden herself underneath the table and its tablecloth in that wonderful shade.]
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I KEEP FORGETTING TO HIT POST (fuu)
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why does this keep happening to meeeee
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Open, yo
He's also periodically snagging Jammie Dodgers from the table, having determined that everything is safe to eat.
He determined this by trying bits of everything, but that's beside the point.}
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Re: Open, yo
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her eyes glance over the screens upon entering, and she notes them respectively...although she doesn't really get what they're talking about, much less who they are. the most interesting thing here would be the lady with the weird hat, so she adjusts her actions to her interests accordingly— taking a seat at the available table, and smoothing out her capris as she sits.
she'd speak, but the person's mouth was full so she'll just sit here with her hands in her lap and watch curiously, waiting for an opportune moment to do so— aka when she's not chewing.. ]
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The other was asking if her favorite tea was on the table. Ignoring that voice.
Just for now, the lieutenant is just watching the scene.]
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Where are we?
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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?]
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Opeeeeen
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OPEN
What's going on here...? ]
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SHHHHH! THIS IS SO NOT A LATE TAG!
Are they real? Do they have a scent and can she pluck them?
These things are what she is planning to find out very soon if nobody stops her.
Nope not at all!
Awesome!
:)
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