「اثلاثة عشر」spilled

[1001teatimes]

[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

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[eagleofautozam]

[Not wanting to see tea going to waste was one thing… but getting this swept away by it?

Fortunately this tea party also had a few plates filled with tea appropriate snacks and Eagle has managed to appear in this nightmare high and dry on one of these platters… standing on a tall pyramidal stack of ornately decorated cookies. ]

[1001teatimes]

[There's no end for this sorrow, this powerless grief. No end...

Tatra's giant teacup floats by the plate of cookies where Eagle remains secure. But the Princess cannot notice him. She's too busy weeping in sheer despair, her hands covering her face.]

[eagleofautozam]

Princess Tatra…?

[Watching the teacup float by… ]

[1001teatimes]

[Only then, at the familiar voice, can Tatra tear herself from this sorrow gnawing at her soul to notice him.

Her teary eyes look up to Eagle, and she gives him a feeble wave with her hand.]

Ah... Greetings to you, Commander. Sharing this same Hell with me, I see~!

[eagleofautozam]

[This is hell…? ]

I admit this situation is a little… odd… but is it really as bad as ‘hell’ might be?

[1001teatimes]

You need but look around you~! [She gestures at the scenery -- nevermind her cup is starting to drift away from Eagle's, um, cookies.] Can you imagine a grimmer landscape...??

[eagleofautozam]

[Does look around as requested but… I mean beyond this whole situation being some what messy… it really doesn’t look that bad to Eagle at all. ]

I think I could come up with something… at least a little more dramatic…

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[1001teatimes]

What could possibly be more dramatic than all this good tea... Chai, Earl Grey, even lapsang souchong, oh dear! ...All wasted!

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[1001teatimes]

[Seeing as the teacup will soon take her out of the reach of Eagle's voice, Tatra uses a giant spoon to paddle back to him.]

You are in danger of burning to death~! The plate is rather flat and those pastries do not look solid...

[eagleofautozam]

[The tea did seem to be getting higher… maybe somewhere more teacups were spilling or maybe the cookies were becoming so moist from the tea that they were beginning to sag, which ever reason the only escape did appear to be Tatra’s floating teacup.

So when she paddles closer, Eagle takes a leap and lands as gently as possible in the teacup. Trying no to overturn the thing… which fortunately he succeeds at or they would both be burning to death now. :P ]

Too bad you don't enjoy drinking... cold tea...

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[1001teatimes]

[Tatra stares at the newly landed Commander with abject horror. Apparently what Eagle suggested is yet another transvestite.]

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[1001teatimes]

[So she collapses in a bundle of tears to the bottom of the cup they share now, shielding her eyes.]

It will grow cold...! Cold! ...Oh dear, no...!

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[eagleofautozam]

[Oh no...

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[eagleofautozam]

Don’t worry, Princess Tatra…

[Eagle places a comforting hand on her shoulder. ]

Cold tea can be tasty too…

[1001teatimes]

[Tatra tenses a little at the touch, but relaxes right away. This is the kind of comfort she can appreciate on terrible moments like this one.]

But...! But... no one will ever drink it~!

[eagleofautozam]

If we had smaller cups… maybe…

[But, everything seemed to be giant sized, so it really seemed unlikely that even they would be able to drink any of that. Besides, ]

It really might be a better idea if no one drank any of this…