Would you like a little more tea? [Open]
Characters: Hexadecimal and the unsociable people on the Convoy! I.E.: Anyone who's not at the party in Trewe.
Content: Hex has a tea party.... this may not end well.
Setting: The parlor (small dining room) of the Convoy!
Time: Nighttime, during the party in Trewe.
Warnings: Insane lady! Now with tea!
Hex had been extremely unsatisfied with the results of the last two missions. Oh, everything had worked out in the end... but there had been entirely too little Chaos! Upon coming back on the ship, her first instinct had been to destroy whatever first came into her path... but that would have out her in ill favor with the Captain, and she didn't want to do that. Not yet, anyway.
So instead, she'd switched her mask to a [Pleased Grin,] and decided on a tea party. It would be just the thing after a mission!
She'd chosen one of the smaller dining rooms, and was putting the finishing touches on her tea tray. She'd made biscuits! She hummed happily as she set up the sidecart.
Behind her, Scuzzy beeped inquisitively. "No, dear," she told it with a [Sweet Smile], "I have no idea how many people will come." With a flick of her hand, the mask changed to an [Annoyed] one. "It had better be a lot!"
Content: Hex has a tea party.... this may not end well.
Setting: The parlor (small dining room) of the Convoy!
Time: Nighttime, during the party in Trewe.
Warnings: Insane lady! Now with tea!
Hex had been extremely unsatisfied with the results of the last two missions. Oh, everything had worked out in the end... but there had been entirely too little Chaos! Upon coming back on the ship, her first instinct had been to destroy whatever first came into her path... but that would have out her in ill favor with the Captain, and she didn't want to do that. Not yet, anyway.
So instead, she'd switched her mask to a [Pleased Grin,] and decided on a tea party. It would be just the thing after a mission!
She'd chosen one of the smaller dining rooms, and was putting the finishing touches on her tea tray. She'd made biscuits! She hummed happily as she set up the sidecart.
Behind her, Scuzzy beeped inquisitively. "No, dear," she told it with a [Sweet Smile], "I have no idea how many people will come." With a flick of her hand, the mask changed to an [Annoyed] one. "It had better be a lot!"