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River's perched on a barstool, her ankles wound around the rungs. In front of her is a mug of hot chocolate, piled precariously high with whipped cream and foam. There are sprinkles of something green on top.
She's ignoring the spoon that came with it in order to poke at the whipped cream with a finger, and occasionally eat a bit. Mostly, though, she's ignoring the whole thing (for the moment) in favor of studying the other objects lying on the bar: a scarf of rich violet with draping fringes, and a Rubik's Cube, and a black box with one slash of white on the front: the graceful figure of a ballerina, poised in arabesque.
If there was any wrapping paper, Bar has thoughtfully reabsorbed it.
[OOC: Threads are likely to go to slowtime soon, but any are welcome anyway!]
[Tiny tags with whipped cream: John Connor, Michael, Aaron Stampler]
She's ignoring the spoon that came with it in order to poke at the whipped cream with a finger, and occasionally eat a bit. Mostly, though, she's ignoring the whole thing (for the moment) in favor of studying the other objects lying on the bar: a scarf of rich violet with draping fringes, and a Rubik's Cube, and a black box with one slash of white on the front: the graceful figure of a ballerina, poised in arabesque.
If there was any wrapping paper, Bar has thoughtfully reabsorbed it.
[OOC: Threads are likely to go to slowtime soon, but any are welcome anyway!]
[Tiny tags with whipped cream: John Connor, Michael, Aaron Stampler]