☂ oo1 - A rather mad tea party.

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[ He wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up back in this place after dreaming about it, but... well, he'd figure that out later. There was quite obviously a lot going on here he had yet to grasp. (Wherever 'here' was; he'd have to study up on this place a bit more in the meantime.) There is a pause as he looks about the Plane, a tap from his cane to

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My, a tea tray in the sky? That would be a most curious thing indeed! Also quite useful. Perhaps I shall ask them to provide one.

Tea is best enjoyed with company; there's no reason not to uninvite others, after all!

[ A smile, and a sleeve is flopped in your direction. That's a yes, in case it was rather unclear, which Break tends to be. ]

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[ And he is, after all, a servant. And a servant serves tea. Which he does quite without remark, smiling. How he grasps anything through those floppy sleeves is something of a mystery, though. ]

Why, I daresay that should apply to most things! It's simply common sense one should avoid crashing into anything. It would end up quite messy for everyone involved, particularly once the tea was spilled!

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[ And have one lump of sugar in your tea. Of course, Break does not stop with his, as it gets one spoonful, then two, then three... ]

It would be a tragedy indeed to see tea spilled in such a manner. But spilled secrets cannot be cleaned up as easily as spilled tea.

[ Four, five... six. Six spoonfuls. DIABETES? PFFFT, HE DOESN'T CARE. ] But just how tragic it is depends entirely upon the secrets being spilled~

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[ Oh, Break is a very good host. He'll only be poisoning himself today with too much sugar. You needn't worry, Braxiatel. ]

I would imagine anyone who was killed would be hurt, possibly in more ways than one!

[ LOOK AT THIS INNOCENT FACE. He wouldn't harm a fly. Really. ]

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[ Hoho. He takes a sip of his own tea, suitably satisfied. Yes, he believes he has done quite well with what he has. Mm, sugary tea. Have a smile. ]

I am known as Xerxes Break. And who might I have the pleasure of conversing with? Though, I do rather fancy the sound of 'Mister Party Crasher,' it's something of a mouthful.

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Then consider it a first, Mister Irving. [ Yes, he quite likes the sound of that. ]

I find this place to be quite curious. I suppose one could say, however, that just how it is curious is a curiosity in itself.

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Oh, it is very easy to know more when one can always know less, is it not?

[ The tea is drained from his cup, and sat down with a pleasant little clink. Break decides to get to the point. ]

To be frank, however, I had rather expected less than this, although I had not expected nothing. Though it is very easy to receive more than it is to receive less than nothing, one does not generally find themselves given quite as much as this, I might say.

Especially when one does not ask to be given it. So tell me, Mister Irving... just how often do you see people wander into this space?

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How very unfortunate! Tea is far more suited to any situation, especially one such as this.

[ Break now takes this opportunity to pop a candy into his mouth (who knows where it came from) in contemplation. He continues on, speaking clearly despite this. ]

Of course, if they miss their own world so very much, that is the natural place to go. And that is what this is, is it not? Another 'space,' one of possibly quite more.