You Mean You Can't Take Less...

[laszlo_jamf]

When; Oct 6th, Mad Hatter Day Curse
Rating; G - PG-13
Characters; OPEN!
Summary; On a day that you can be sipping tea with friends one moment, passing sugar to an enemy the next, only only to find yourself eating cake with a deity, this is merely one of the tables the City's inhabitants may find themselves dining at.

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[bufferprincess]

There was a need to come to this place, even though the drifter in her felt there was a warning. But it was tea ad it was tea time. So down Di Di sat for tea, sipping on a cup.

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[i_themagician]

"Sugar?" Clow suggested, offering the bowl that was going around. "Although honey is better."

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[bufferprincess]

"thank you" she nodded and took the sugar. "I can try this with one cup and when the honey is before the next cup, I shall try it with that." She smiles.

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[i_themagician]

"How prudent," he remarked, taking a sweet roll and passing the plate along.

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[thatsmyjob]

Thom adored tea parties. He almost wished he could have hosted one of his own but he simply did not have the proper table settings for one and one did not host a half assed affair.

Instead, he was making the rounds, dressed to the peek of perfection for afternoon formal tea. If these events when on into the night he might have to see about picking up a more formal set of clothing but for now, hopefully the three piece suit would suffice.

He did appreciate the ways Laszlo had dressed his table. The lines were clean, yet formal and spoke to Thom's masculine sensibilities. Hey, he may be gay as the day is long but that didn't mean he liked doilies.

Well okay he did, just not in over abundance.

[poor_theodore]

Second table for the day and Teddy, once again, found himself feeling grossly under-dressed. Wriggling in his seat uncomfortably, he looked left and looked right at the other occupants seated with him, but it was the guy sitting directly across from him that caught his eye. Under his breath he told himself he needed to invest in a suit, but for the time being, he'd improvise.

Hoping nobody would notice, he slumped farther in his chair and reached up to rub at both of his arms, as if he was chilly. As he did so, Teddy let a shift ripple through him until he was no longer sitting there in his grubby jeans and his creased t-shirt. Straightening his posture again, he fiddled with his tie to make sure it was straight. Through his bangs, he glanced to make sure the stranger across from him hadn't been paying attention.

[thatsmyjob]

Thom had been politely engaged in conversation with a woman to his right and so he'd missed the actual change, however an eye for 'dress' as well as good looking men caused him to take a bit of a second glance at the young man across the table from him.

Hadn't he sat down in jeans? Not that Thom would remark upon such an eccentric act, after all some people had the status to get away with such things and it would be rude to remark upon another guest's attire. However, the suit was quite nice.

Thom smiled politely and nodded his head at the other man.

"How do you do?"

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[favorsthebrave]

There were plenty of things in the world more incongruous than a Mafia executive at a tea party. Still, as far as Luck was concerned the day reeked of farce, and though the style with which Laszlo set his table mollified his sensibilities a bit, it was nevertheless with a certain tight-lipped, contained annoyance that he took a seat at the table.

He didn't even like tea.

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[lackingbeauty]

If it was any consolation, the woman seated next to him looked just as frustrated with the whole thing- if not rather more overtly. Arms crossed beneath her breasts, Beast had been in the middle of a walking to work- mainly, to the Circus Carnivore, and so sat in her show regalia, the revealing bodice and short skirt, stockings and boots, her fake leg crossed over the other and kicking along with the motions of flesh thigh.

"... Nice party, in't it?" Sarcasm, as she turned to regard the man who was newly come.

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[favorsthebrave]

Luck glanced toward her at her remark, after a moment spent regarding the table in front of him. "I suppose it could be worse," he replied, answering her sarcasm with a somewhat dry tone. "We could be drowning in a sea of pastels and ruffles again. But I have to say I'm getting sick of tea and cake." For a split second he looked as though he were about to say more, only to check himself.

Instead he let out a quiet breath, and with an air of commiseration extended a hand. "Luck Gandor," he offered.

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[lackingbeauty]

"Tch- last one I was at was at the damned beach. Who the 'ell takes their tea in the surf?" Indeed, the heels of her boots were sandy. Though when he offered a hand, introduced himself... she paused, looking at him funny for a moment.

Despite her open complaints, she wasn't exactly used to gentleman in suits doing such to her. Such was East End, she supposed.

"Call me Beast." Moved to shake his hand, a firm grip, calloused fingers in net gloves in gaudy crimson.

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[knaveswitness]

The bell rang, and Xerxes Break came.

Cup in hand, and a hat of his own perched jaunt atop silver-white hair. He was already the Mad Hatter. Pandora called him so, his Chain marked him so.

He fit the role well, leaning back on to two chair legs, defying the order of the place with his boots on the table and the saucer in his lap, a plate of sweets balanced somehow on his knees.

Xerxes Break did so like tea parties.

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[denyinurgod]

Why was he even here.

The strange events over the network, as well as Lockon's strange actions, should have been investigated on. Instead, he found himself in this... gathering of sorts, and strongly against his will. But at the very least, at least he was being forced to associate (and Lockon-if he had been himself-would have told Setsuna that at least he had no choice but to converse with others now).

And so he blinked as he found himself seated before the white-haired man, perhaps staring a bit too long at the balancing trick.

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[knaveswitness]

Xerxes didn't blink at all, at least, not more than normal, even at the sudden arrivals and departures all around him. He was waiting for his next table, and enjoying this one- there was something altogether natural about it, to boot.

He cracked a cheshire grin for the staring, making a show of humming brightly as he plucked one of the treats from the towel of them on the plate balanced on his knee, holding it up and making as if to toss it over the table to him.

"Cake?~"

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[denyinurgod]

Another stare. The cake looked good.

Setsuna was silent for a while, attempting to gauge whether the person before him was a threat (he did not appear to be such, but something about him was rather unsettling), before he finally said: "Alright."

Another pause. The person did not intend to actually throw the cake, did he?

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[obliviomancy]

Roxas comes to the table because he can't do anything else. There's a tug and a demand that no thought seems able to contain. It doesn't take much effort to vanish in a flaring curl of shadow, only to drop into another chair halfway across the City. As the last of the darkness fades from around him, he cocks his head at the spread. Red and black and white - the lines so precise as to remind him of another world, a place without color.

It's not a warm thought.

"Huh."

He doesn't reach for a biscuit or a cup - just waits for the restlessness to come so that he can move again.

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[justasystem]

The Tianzi arrived shortly after, a sudden blink and she found herself in a different seat than in the one she'd occupied a moment earlier. Another blink, and she shyly turned to her left to see her neighbor.

"Um- May I sit here?" It seemed silly asking when she was already sitting there, but, she wanted to be polite.

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[obliviomancy]

Caught off-guard, Roxas blinks at his new neighbor. Small, familiar in a distant sort of way, but no one he really knows.

"Sure," he says, after a beat. "I'm pretty sure you don't need to ask." It's not his table, after all, and it's definitely not his idea.

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[justasystem]

"Ah- it just seemed polite. I don't want to bother anyone." She relaxed a bit the moment he said it was alright, even though it was true- she really needn't ask.

But it felt so weird to just... eat and drink next to someone and not...

"I'm the Tianzi." The small girl held a hand out, remembering most people preferred the western handshake rather than the drawn out customary greetings she was used to recieving in Luoyang.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister... ?"