[Open] There's always time for tea

[morninginlight]

Characters: Braska + company
Content: Tea party~
Setting: Braska's quarters
Time: After this post!
Warnings: None

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[fatherofcute]

Hughes was looking forward to this. He wasn't a lazy man by any means, but since his..."death" he had been taking advantage of any down time he could get. Braska was apparently one of the few that joined the crew while he was still in that mostly dead state in the captain's room. In any case the new medic sounded like a nice guy, and it was his job after all to get to know the entire crew.

He gave the door a soft knock, peeking in with a big friendly grin. "I hope I'm not too early."

[morninginlight]

Braska looked up from his fidgeting, and smiled back at the man peeking his head in through the door. "No, of course not - come in!" He was looking forward to meeting other members of the crew - particular ones closer to his own age. He didn't really mind much that his two fellow healers where so much younger than him - closer to the age Yuna would be now, really - it wasn't helping him be any less reclusive among the crew, so far.

[fatherofcute]

Hughes' smile grew as he stepped in and up to the table, offering his hand to Braska. "It's nice to meet you. And welcome to the crew, since I've not actually had a chance to say as much yet."

[morninginlight]

Braska gave him a firm handshake, smile standing firm. "Thank you very much. It's been an...exciting place so far, I think."

[fartn_thndrblts]

Quentyn was a bit nervous. He'd not gotten a chance to meet many people on the ship yet, and those he had met he liked so far, but he never knew how someone might take to him. Braska sounded like a nice guy, and he hoped the man wouldn't be too put off by a two foot raccoon coming to have tea with him. He peeked around the door frame, taking in the room before him before stepping fully into view and slipping his hat off. "Ah, hello. I'm Quentyn."

[morninginlight]

Braska glanced at the door in search of the source of the voice, and then realized it had come from much closer to the ground. There was a brief flicker of surprise on his face, which he quickly hid with a smile. He knelt down to be closer to Quentyn's eyelevel. "Hello - I'm Braska. It's a pleasure to meet you, Quentyn."

[fartn_thndrblts]

Quentyn gave Braska a friendly grin, glad that it didn't seem like the healer was too put off by his size and appearance. "The pleasure is mine," he answered and offered a paw for a handshake, his other hand still holding his hat to his chest.

[morninginlight]

Braska shook the offered paw, being careful to not squeeze too hard - he wasn't a particularly strong man, but he definitely had the advantage of size here. "The tea should be ready now - though I'm afraid my cups may be a bit big for you," he added apologetically.

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[fallingjunkyard]

Joshua had seen Braska's post, but didn't reply to it. Instead, after a visit to Vash, he turned up unannounced at Braska's cabin with a smile on his face. His ribs had fully healed, and had only recently managed to wriggle out from Ness' watchful eye.

Entering without as much as a knock, Joshua took an empty seat. "I'd prefer coffee right now, but I suppose tea will have to do. Are you using leaves?"

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[morninginlight]

Braska tried not to jump in startlement at the sudden noise, and turned to look up from the teapot he'd been fidgeting with yet again. Ah - the boy he'd met on Long Night. "Of course." Leaves were a little more expensive, but...he didn't have many other luxuries as it was. He could spare the money. "It'll be ready in just a minute."

[fallingjunkyard]

Excellent. He'd grown used to drinking tea using tea leaves; the taste just seemed far more... authentic. While the convenience of tea bags were tempting, the act of preparing leaves was a small joy in itself.

"Good to hear, Braska." Joshua liked to keep a special eye on the influx of crew coming in. It'd be difficult to do his job if he didn't know who was on board, no? And it had been easy to puzzle Braska out, since he was the only new doctor. Smiling, he crossed his legs and continued, "It's a shame we didn't have the chance to make proper introductions last time we met."

[morninginlight]

"It is - Joshua, was it?" Braska moved the teapot on to the table and took a seat as well. "And yes, that was a rather...messy night." He was just glad that the two of them had been the worst of the evening's casualties, and while broken ribs were painful, they weren't life threatening.

[maddestofall]

Quixote, sad to say, was still learning the ins and outs of the journal system, and had heard about the tea mainly through word of mouth. It sounded like a delightful way to pass part of an afternoon to the old knight, and after buckling on his breastplate and settling the Golden Helmet on his head, he wandered about the lower decks until the aroma of tea told him that this must be the right room.

Rapping with his bony knuckles on the door, Don Quixote called out, "Is Sir Braska at home?"

[morninginlight]

Braska opened the door at the knock, and hid a small smile at the sight of the old knight in breastplate and helm standing at his door. "Braska is here, but 'sir' is a title I cannot claim." He stood aside, holding the door open for the newcomer. "Please, come in. Everything should be just about ready."

[maddestofall]

"Well then, Braska," Don Quixote continued, pausing a little before saying the man's name, "I shall be most delighted to join thee for a respite." Despite his admiration for the man's humility, it was strange to not use the title for him. No one else, with perhaps the exception of Sir Ellis, had corrected him when he used the title as of yet. Perhaps the new doctor and mechanic belonged to a knightly order that frowned on the use of such things, preferring to remain humble and close to the common people that they served.

Walking forward to what he saw as an ornately carved oak chair, Quixote stood by it expectantly. He had been invited in, after all, but the invitation to sit still had not come.

[morninginlight]

There was the slightest quirk of the eyebrow at the formal language and posture - it seemed archaic, even to Braska, who was not particularly known for his informality. Still, he couldn't fault the man for being polite, even if he did seem a bit strange. Respect and manners were harder and harder to come by these days, it seemed.

He gave the old knight a warm smile. "Have a seat - I'll pour us some tea."

[fire_water_wood]

Harlequin had not properly met the new doctor, and he thought it was high time he did. He'd not responded to the journal post - he hoped that was all right. But the invitation had been left fairly open so he thought it might be. Doctor Braska sounded like a very nice man, and it was a sign of how far the little puppet had come that he wasn't overly worried about being in trouble for just showing up without specific invitation.

He pulled his little cart behind him, the one that Daddy had one of the shipwrights build for him to facilitate his new duties. This afternoon, he was using it to carry a small plate of assorted cookies and crackers that the cooks told him went well with tea.

Reaching the door, he knocked softly. "Good afternoon! Doctor Braska?"

[morninginlight]

Braska rose to open the door at the knock. The voice outside was familiar, although he hadn't met the person behind it in person, yet. He hid a small grin at the sight of the little marionette outside the door - this ship certainly was an interesting place. "Just Braska, please - I don't like titles. You are Harlequin, yes?"

[fire_water_wood]

"Oh, ah . . . okay. Yes, sir, that's me!" The puppet gestured at the cart. "I brought some things I thought you might like for you and your guests for your tea party."

[morninginlight]

Braska's eyes lit up at the sight of cookies and crackers in the little cart. He had gone to the kitchens for hot water, but had not wanted to trouble the cooks for food - not when he was still uncertain of his place on the ship, anyway. "Ah, you didn't have to - but thank you!"

He stepped aside, holding the door open for Harlequin. "Here, come in."