[active|closed] Yet Another Tea Based Log

[von_habsburg]

Characters:Austria "Antoine" & Kurt "Alejandro" Hummel
Setting/Location: 4th meeting room
Date & Time: Day 8, soon after this thread
Warnings:None? Not unless you think two men having tea needs a warning.
Summary: The two most fabulous men on the Caravan meet and have tea. Leave your conventional ideas about masculinity at the door if you please

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[von_habsburg]

Austria tended not to be overly optimistic, or at least he tried not to be. SO many things could and did go wrong that it was stupid to believe that people could stop being idiots long enough for everything to go perfectly right. So while he was wary of the thought he had actually working properly (he had had doubts about Cid's competence from the start after all) this seemed like the best option they had for both of them, and indeed everyone else on the Caravan, to get what they wanted.

He placed his tea on the saucer and laced his fingers together over one knee. "Well, supposing that instead of moving ourselves as individuals back home, we simply had the wish be to move the entire caravan, along with everyone and everything in it, to this Loophole place instantaneously? That way, even if she can not do what Herr Ammon said she can do we won't have wasted months on the journey. And if she can, then again, we have not wasted months of traveling to get there." As far as plans to get home it seemed like the fastest option they had at the moment and the closest to one that was in some sort of viable time frame.

"And really, my only other thoughts were for a piano or wish for a shared supply of good desserts that would last the both of us until we get to Loophole." He had his priorities after all, and music and good sweets were at the top of the list.

[isfullofennui]

Maybe he caught on little too enthusiastically, but of all the possible ideas to acquiesce, this was the most appropriate. It was almost brilliant, or in the very least thoroughly plausible, and while he wasn't entirely sure on the logistics or particularly well versed with the Loophole, it seemed straight-forward enough, if not entirely too simple. Though Kurt was under the impression that most good things came out of decisions you didn't expect to work out anyway - like karma was punishing you for being over-confident - and pushing the theory of Ockham's razor aside it almost seemed too easy for something with the ability to suck people through multiple dimensions and into a new world not to notice the gaping hole of obvious.

Maybe if he expected it not to work because of its simplicity it would, because that was how the universe liked to work. Think it will, it won't, think it won't, it will. Like thinking you did appallingly on an exam and being in the top percentile.

Either way, it seemed to good to be true.

"That's surprisingly brilliant," Kurt said, still attempting to paint out a picture in his mind. "But isn't that a little - obvious? If whatever's giving us this wish is intelligent enough to prevent us from wishing ourselves home, wouldn't that suggest that it's also thought of us wishing ourselves to the one person that can send us home? I don't trust something that has the ability to warp the space-time continuum."

[von_habsburg]

It was true that it was sadly rare that things worked out the way they had been planned. Things always happened, a wrench was thrown in things through chance or much more often, through someone messing everything up. Kurt's wariness was warranted, and while Austria was reasonably sure his idea would work, he had no guarantee that Cid's prize was anything more than some elaborate joke, or something that would go horribly wrong if they passed some border that neither of them were aware of.

"I do not trust it either. But at this point, it seems there is either this or we wish for something inconsequential." And Austria would always wonder if his idea could have worked, if they could have shortened the travel time by months with a simple wish. But then again, this world seemed to like its stories, and things were never that simple in a story. Or in life for that matter, which was possibly why things were never so simple in stories that were really worth anything.

He sighed, taking another sip of his tea, trying to think of something else, anything else that wouldn't be so petty that it would seem as though he had wasted a supposedly limitless wish. Why could these things not come with some sort of guide, some idea of what would work and what would not? "We could always wish for the inside of the caravan to remain at a comfortable temperature at all times." But it wasn't a serious suggestion, simply an idle thought because of how insufferably stuffy the rooms got in the heat.

[isfullofennui]

Kurt laughed dryly, tapping his thumb against the rim of his cup. "I can't think of anything else that would benefit the both of us, or any person here, that isn't unavoidably trivial. But I imagine if we took a survey - despite our relative anonimity - almost everyone in the caravan would come to the harmonious agreement that 'wishing the caravan to the Loophole' was their number one priority. And if what you suggest works -," his voice trailed off, strained.

If it worked, they'd get to go home.

If it worked, he'd get to see Mercedes, Quinn, Tina, Artie, his dad..

Kurt took calming sip of tea and licked his bottom lip, eyes closed. "If what you suggest works, we could be home by the end of the week."

[von_habsburg]

"And if it does not, then there is no telling where we may end up." He took a sip of his tea, trying to think. It really was almost too good to be true, too easy as Kurt had mentioned. But Austria's dynasty had ruled over an empire before, nevermind a caravan containing a hundred or so disparate individuals. Sometimes, it was better that someone step forward and decide something, and sometimes democracy was the best solution. In this particular case, Austria was unsure if he and Kurt really wanted to shoulder the brunt of the caravan's disapproval, should something go wrong.

Austria was not the sort to jump to a decision quickly, something that would affect the entire caravan needed to be given due thought, and possibly discussion. He wondered if Herr Ammon would be helpful in this instance, even if the man tended to be clear as a mud puddle.

He reached out and rested an arm on Kurt's. He could hear the strain in the young man's voice and could only imagine how stressful something like this must be for him, no matter how much of a gentleman he seemed to be. "I was not informed that there was a time limit to this wish, so perhaps it would be best if we thought this over. Perhaps a better idea will come to us in the mean time." Personally, he thought this was the best option, but he wanted both of them to be absolutely that this was what they wanted to do before they told Cid what their wish would be.

[isfullofennui]

Kurt glanced down at the hand on his arm, expression horrified, then swiftly snatched it back. The cup in his hand dripped tea onto his thumb, cool enough not to burn, and his eyes locked onto the wall; he didn't have the presence of mind to reprimand Austria for having a flawed concept of what was and wasn't appropriate for someone you'd just met, but the Look he'd given his arm as he folded it into his shoulder spoke volumes.

He didn't even want to think about where that hand had been.

Still, in the very least, he bit back a what do you think you're doing? in an attempt at civility, because civility never hurt anyone, and resolved that if Austria touched him again - camaraderie aside - he'd have to blacklist him.

"Yes," Kurt agreed, curling his fingers into his palm. "As astute as your suggestion is, I honestly don't want the force of an unmitigated caravan bearing down on me if we make the wrong decision. I think I speak for both of us when I say neither wants to fall on their own sword." He took a breath and sucked the tea from his thumb, eyebrows raised.