Tea [open!]

[book_of_mirage]

WHO: Zexion and anyone else; especially people who like tea.
WHAT: Teatime and mayyybe plotting >D
WHERE: Moonflower Teas; a small but well-appointed teashop on Temple Street.
WHEN: Around 3:00 in the afternoon.
NOTES: If Plotting begins to happen, said plotters should retreat to some back-corner of the room.

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[notdouble0seven]

Mohinder stepped out on to the street, softly closing the bright red door behind him. It's not that he wasn't grateful for a nice hot shower and a change of clothes - he most certainly was - it was just... walking always helped him to clear his head. Walking alone, that is. He started off down Temple Street, trying to take in everything around him but finding it difficult. It's hard to be a casual observer when your mind is racing around other things.

A soft breeze ruffled his clothes and he breathed in the faint scent of mango on the air. Immediately he was reminded of home. Not New York, which, although it felt as if he had been there forever, would never really be home, but India. He remembered racing down the small winding streets of the market as a child, weaving in and out of stalls and hearing shouts of protest as either he or Nirand sent baskets of spices flying through the air. The smell comforted him, reminded him of simpler times, before he had heard of telekinesis and cellular regeneration and... whatever this place was.

He was so lost in his reverie he barely noticed he had stopped in front of a tiny, overgrown building. He might have missed it if he had gone a few steps further. The sign, barely visible under the vines, said 'Moonflowers Teas'. He remembered Zexion mentioning this place when he had first arrived and decided it was time to investigate.

The shop smelled of rich flavours and spices and Mohinder breathed it in deeply. He had to admit, this place was exactly his type of shop. He approached the counter and ordered a hot cup of chai. 'If I'm going to be stuck here for some time, I might as well see what this place has to offer,' he thought.

He was so absorbed in the tea shop itself that he barely noticed the three other people inside. Besides, they seemed to be in a private conversation and... Mohinder wasn't exactly one for introducing himself to random strangers.