Epic Tea Party Is Epic

[dystopiadreams]

Characters: Selphie and everyone ever!
Location: PLAZA
Time: Afternoon!
Style: Whatever you like, lovers.
Status: OPEN LIKE AN OPEN

Vatheon was getting heavy. Too heavy, for Selphie's liking. There'd be fighting, people dying, people disappearing, most people injured or crying. The place had switched from peaceful to so sad in such a short place of time

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ps. always up for thread jacking

[faygot]

[Gamzee stares at the whole scene, taking liberal sips of his faygo, just a little slouched. He's never been to a tea party before! Tea parties are not very rampant on Alternia. So as a result he can't quite figure out what is going on but it looks pretty damn awesome.]

What is all up the motherfuck going down here?

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie turns to just look at the thing, somewhat alarmed at the sudden use of language. But, she wasn't one to turn a sewer mouth away - Lord knows she's known Irvine long enough*

It's a tea party!

[faygot]

[He gives her a doofey smile. His language might sound angry, but he sure isn't!]

Aww, shit, like the motherfucking kinds Nepeta and Equius have being all the time?

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie just blinks, remaining entirely civil despite...the face*

Uhm...well...I dunno, but we have tea and cake!

[patchworkdoctor]

[He'll just be over here, rolling towards one of the tables curiously, cocking his head... and covered in quilts still. sigh.]

[dystopiadreams]

*No peace while Selphie's around and she rushes over with a plate of cookies*

Hey, mister! This party's much funner than being dissected!

The Doctor is In

[not_vangogh]

(The Doctor wanders in carrying a collection of Library books and medical journals. He sits down and quickly Mixes his own tea from the available ingredients while dissecting his SFC revealing the complicated wire work. He seems to be talking to himself, though not saying anything intelligible)

Aaahh Mordin is so cuuute!

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie's up immediately on spying the interesting looking...person sitting and making his tea. She stands by his time, grinning over the dissected SFC. Another curious engineer!*

Anything I can help you with?

Mordin's Wired, he must be drinking coffee

[not_vangogh]

(Mordin looks up, though his hands remain hard at work snipping and reconnecting wires at a breakneck pace. His tea cup seems to be empty, as if swallowed in one gulp)

Yes. Tea Party. Having difficulty understanding. Archaic human practice. uncommon at home. Died out. Nothing similar in my culture. Thought, participation help. Didn't.
Please. Explain? For science.

(a voice blurts out of the SFC, garbled by static but clearly part of a conversation. A turn of a screw and signal gets better)

[dystopiadreams]

*Archaic human practice? Selphie gasped softly before sitting herself on the seat next to him*

Well... I can't explain it...but it works. No one's figured it out yet, not really.

*And, she's still basically just...staring at him, even though she giggled lightly at the way that he spoke*

[kings_thief]

[Locke wanders over to the area, finally able to stretch his legs after being set free from 'nurse Celes' hospital'.
He spots Selphie and sneaks up behind her.]

A tea party, Selphie? Nice Apron.

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie practically leaps from her chair at hearing the voice, knocking over a plate of cookies as she spins round, eyes huge*

LOCKE!

*Tripping over the leg of a chair, she throws herself into a big hug, arms grabbing tightly around him*

[kings_thief]

[Locke is surprised, but not unpleasantly so.]

Woah! Hi, Selphie, how've you been?

[Despite being surprised, he returns the hug.]

[dystopiadreams]

*Selphie clings tighter to him, laughing her relief out loud*

Locke! You're here! You're really here! You are here, aren't you?