「اثلاثة عشر」spilled
[The twilight scenery could either be dusk or dawn, there's no way to tell. A lovely Oriental-looking tea set with several fuming cups appears against the backdrop of orange sky. Different brews, different flavors. The scent fills the air and seems to beckon.
Tatra approaches, overjoyed by the picture. Yet as she draws near the proportions change. Either she becomes very small or the teaset grows significantly large.]
Goodness gracious~! A huge tea party! [Far from seeming alarmed she's overjoyed as she stands among the tea pools that the cups have become.] I do not know where to begin!
[But something is terribly wrong. The moment she makes a choice and reaches for a giant cup, this is shattered, the burning contents spilled on the floor. Tatra looks HORRIFIED.]
Ah! How...?
[One by one, the giant teacups explode around her. There's nothing she can do to stop the chain reaction she began, but behold the scene as she grabs her head in horror: suddenly she's trapped inside an empty giant cup as well. It floats among the boiling sea of spilled tea.]
STOP THIS! Stop~! In the name of goodness...! STOP THIS TRAGEDY!!
[ ooc: Welcome to Tatra's version of Hell. B) No, really. This is her second worst fear. Not even a curse could make her reveal the first one.
Feel free to be an onlooker, be trapped in the cup with Tatra, or... get burned by the tide of hot tea or drown in it. If she likes you she'll do her best to save you.]
Tatra approaches, overjoyed by the picture. Yet as she draws near the proportions change. Either she becomes very small or the teaset grows significantly large.]
Goodness gracious~! A huge tea party! [Far from seeming alarmed she's overjoyed as she stands among the tea pools that the cups have become.] I do not know where to begin!
[But something is terribly wrong. The moment she makes a choice and reaches for a giant cup, this is shattered, the burning contents spilled on the floor. Tatra looks HORRIFIED.]
Ah! How...?
[One by one, the giant teacups explode around her. There's nothing she can do to stop the chain reaction she began, but behold the scene as she grabs her head in horror: suddenly she's trapped inside an empty giant cup as well. It floats among the boiling sea of spilled tea.]
STOP THIS! Stop~! In the name of goodness...! STOP THIS TRAGEDY!!
[ ooc: Welcome to Tatra's version of Hell. B) No, really. This is her second worst fear. Not even a curse could make her reveal the first one.
Feel free to be an onlooker, be trapped in the cup with Tatra, or... get burned by the tide of hot tea or drown in it. If she likes you she'll do her best to save you.]