voice; (forward dated to the early afternoon)

[bodyreads]

[It's a little after three when this post goes up. Someone's spent the day figuring out her new NV and doing a good sweep of the network. Her results are, to say the least, surprising: not only are several people from her "world" here, but so is Batman himself. It's a precarious situation, one she's none too eager to jump right in. This isn't home

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[athermercy]

It's still not London-tier tea.

[Elaine says, after she decides to break her silence with a Network reply.]

permavideo;

[bodyreads]

Is it...um, fresher there?

[athermercy]

The flavor is better, too. England has made an art out of tea-making.

[bodyreads]

Oh.

[Not much of a talker, huh? But it makes her wish she had gone there once or twice.]

What's your favorite?

[athermercy]

I think like the taste of coffee better.

[She thinks about her answer. Because Barbara Belloc was better with coffee than with tea and there is a nostalgic value.]

[bodyreads]

I've only tried it a few times. Tea's better for me.

[Or, really, Alfred only makes it and she's used to his care. And then Brenda's.]

[athermercy]

Tea has its advantages. It's not the flavor that tastes better, but the meaning behind coffee.

[bodyreads]

[She looks curious.]

The meaning? [No, she doesn't mean coffee in general. She means...] The meaning for you?

[athermercy]

[She nods.]

Sometimes we attach certain emotional value to stuff like meals or clothes.

[bodyreads]

[Clothes.]

Yeah. I can see that.

[athermercy]

[Or places, or... Was it deliberate?]

What was your name? I'm Elaine.

[bodyreads]

[She figures it was.]

Cassandra.

[athermercy]

Nice to meet you, Cassandra.

[bodyreads]

Likewise, Elaine.

How...long have you been here?

[athermercy]

Since July.

[bodyreads]

Not too long. Has it been okay?