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[1001teatimes]

[The twilight scenery could either be dusk or dawn, there's no way to tell. A lovely Oriental-looking tea set with several fuming cups appears against the backdrop of orange sky. Different brews, different flavors. The scent fills the air and seems to beckon

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[eagleofautozam]

[Not wanting to see tea going to waste was one thing… but getting this swept away by it?

Fortunately this tea party also had a few plates filled with tea appropriate snacks and Eagle has managed to appear in this nightmare high and dry on one of these platters… standing on a tall pyramidal stack of ornately decorated cookies. ]

[1001teatimes]

[There's no end for this sorrow, this powerless grief. No end...

Tatra's giant teacup floats by the plate of cookies where Eagle remains secure. But the Princess cannot notice him. She's too busy weeping in sheer despair, her hands covering her face.]

[eagleofautozam]

Princess Tatra…?

[Watching the teacup float by… ]

[1001teatimes]

[Only then, at the familiar voice, can Tatra tear herself from this sorrow gnawing at her soul to notice him.

Her teary eyes look up to Eagle, and she gives him a feeble wave with her hand.]

Ah... Greetings to you, Commander. Sharing this same Hell with me, I see~!

[habitformed]

[ Okay, this? This was weird. Nevermind not really knowing what was going on or how he'd gotten there or who this random lady was freaking out beside him. The whole huge teaset thing? Was weird.

Mouse scrambles to peer out over the edge of the teacup onto the scalding hot tide of tea around them. He'd seen a television show on something like this once, the whole 'going crazy' thing. Somehow, though, he'd imagined going cuckoo would have been less...tea party-ish.

Dropping back in to the cup he looks at its other occupant. She was shouting. Again. ]

Lady...

[1001teatimes]

[Somewhere past the fathomless grief she's drowning into Tatra can sense she's not alone anymore. But who cares, goodness, WHO CAN CARE...?

All that fine, fine tea... So much of it... WASTED.

She barely raises her eyes from where she's been sobbing into her hands to stare questioningly at Mouse.]

...Young Master... you come here in this darkest hour of despair...

[habitformed]

[ Mouse stares at the woman like she's suddenly started clucking like a chicken or speaking Swahili or something equally ridiculous.

Then he blinks. And then stares at her some more. ]

...seriously?

[1001teatimes]

[Tatra sucks in a sobbing breath and replies in an equally distressed tone, hardly finding her voice.]

Nothing could be more serious...!

[reed4context]

[ Have a dark-haired boy sitting on an upturned teacup. He seems almost as if he's going to laugh for a moment, but gauging Tatra's reaction, schools himself in a tragic gaze. ]

All of that tea gone to waste...

[1001teatimes]

[What is this new voice she hears? Someone who understands her grief, finally?

Tatra's teacup floats by as she gazes sadly at Eriol, recognizing him at once.]

Young Master... You too can feel this pain running so deep...

[reed4context]

[ He shakes his head. ] Indeed. And so easy to burn. You should be careful, Princess.

damn my one sad icon ;;;

[1001teatimes]

Nothing can be worse than this sorrow. If my life is lost then it shall at least pass with all this good tea...

here's your daily requirement of crack

[conductyourself]

[ Floats by in a teacup, contemplating the brownish depths.

He sorta wishes he had a toothpick and a piece of twine. He could fish for cakes or something. ]

I feel so energized after starting my day with it! 8D!

[1001teatimes]

[Maybe he could bait them with crumbs!

Tatra, for one, is too busy being a curled up ball of tea-loving agony to notice his sport.]

A FULL DAY'S SUPPLY OF VITAMIN CRACK /boondocks

[conductyourself]

[ Well. Even though she so cheerfully killed him at least twice in very horrific and painful ways in his own dream, he wasn't about to hold that against her here. For some insane reason.

He finds a spoon and uses it to paddle over to her, their cups bumping together with a clink! ]

... Princess?