Crackplot! Because gods shouldn't be allowed to be bored.

[notwocouches]

As everyone knows, tea is sort of the staple of life around the Mansion. And some ruthless being has gone right to the source. Most of the tea is still in its neat little boxes, not conveniently laid out, because we all know how people adapt (and gods don't play fair), but anyone desiring their breakfast beverage of choice may find it does a little

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[grailfinder]

*And because his typist is really kinda mean, Galahad walks in and makes himself a nice cup of green tea, sipping at it*

[dragon_dealer]

Because her typist is not mean, not at all, of course not, Cimorene has come back up to the Mansion to get a couple more out of season foodstuffs for the cottage. She doesn't have anything to drink, but while she's in the kitchen anyway, makes herself a piece of toast with jam and butter. Strawberry jam, naturally.

She notices Galahad with his tea. "Every time I think I've met all the knights, there are more of them."

[fingersofleaf]

Percy is doing an odds and ends search, and he hears her voice while passing the kitchen and stops, poking his head in. "--Cimorene?"

[dragon_dealer]

She looks up and gives him a small smile. "Morning. I was just getting some more strawberries, since they were good." She has a smudge of jam on her nose, but perhaps more noticeably, she looks very pretty this morning. Much moreso than usual, though it's hard to put a finger on why.

[houndmaster]

Being the typical Fëanorian, Tyelko drinks his tea black - and I am so sorry, world.

[broodingelf]

*and the somewhat atypical Fëanorian waves to him, because torture is fun* 'Llo.

[houndmaster]

Oh, brother, long separated,
By time and death and bl- *stops, and looks down at his cup*
Once again my heart is betrayed,
Broken, shattered and manipulated,
This time by this foul brew,
The poison child of evil night.

[broodingelf]

*blinkblink* Tyelko, what--

--The poison child of evil night? *poet!cringe*

[sweariwontdie]

Armand always drinks tea in the morning and this morning he also tries some strawberry jam. His tea is his usual mint tea. Fortunately, he hasn't had to speak yet.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin will have green tea today, giving Armand a smile as he enters, then changing as he drinks the tea, becoming disinterested and aloof. "You have jam on your nose, Armand."

[sweariwontdie]

"I do?" And he chokes slightly as large red flowers fall out of his mouth.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin laughs, almost cruelly. "And you're spitting up flowers!"

Typist question

[mancalledspade]

T: For clarification, the coffee-drinking pup is getting the POV of the next person they meet?

Re: Typist question

[notwocouches]

T: Oops, that is kind of vague. Sorry. It can be the first person they meet, or as many as you want, I guess. Up to you! :D

[border_princess]

Helen comes down and, as is her habit, opens up the fridge to see if there is anything interesting in it. Well, that pitcher wasn't in there last night so she takes it out and decides to give it a try. It might be something she can make later.

Thus, the Polish princess has now become a Polish resistance fighter during World War II, complete with oversized army uniform. She looks around warily, and then finds a corner to watch everyone from.

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul comes in a bit later, hoping that Helen has made breakfast, and pours himself a glass of iced tea before looking for her. "Hello, Vasil," he says, and a moment later finds himself decked out in a giant pimp coat, complete with pimp hat, feathers, and bling.

[border_princess]

She looks around, not sure if she was the one he addressed. Vasil was her father's name. And then his clothes change. One thing has not changed and her eyes go wide and she makes the sign of the cross.

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul stops, frowning, then points at her, still puzzled. "I know you. Helen, isn't it?"