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♙ ❝ One of the privileges of running a tea sho-P. ❞
CHARACTERS: Hatter & YOU.
LOCATION: O2 garden, level ( 2. )
WARNINGS: TBA, if any!
SUMMARY: Tea. And possible horse-riding.
NOTES: In conjunction with this post!
[ The tea 'house' isn't much to look at, at least not yet, but it's green and inviting and homely, at least. There are stolen kitchen chairs, tables, and rec room couches strewn across the soft grass in the corner of one of the oxygen garden's levels, and a thick leafy canopy shielding the area from the artificial lights. A bank of other such stolen kitchen materials is wedged in between two trees and the wall; it'd taken some maneuvering to get the electronic components to hook together, but there's an electric kettle on the makeshift counter, and on the makeshift counter is a small paper specifying what kinds of teas can be made. (Next to that is a clipboard and a pen he'd lifted from engineering and one of the rec rooms, respectively, with a sign-in sheet, just for kicks.) On appropriated shelves are a row of large glass jars with the dried teas inside, labeled helpfully.
Hatter's stretched out on one of the couches with one hand hooked in a cup of jasmine tea and the other cradling his communicator; the ad's out, and Guinevere grazes in a corner, with her tack off to the side. With any luck, he'll be serving today—and if not, a little conversation wouldn't go amiss. Especially after that bloody sickness mess. If the ship's going to hell in a handbasket, Hatter's going to drink some tea before it does. ]
LOCATION: O2 garden, level ( 2. )
WARNINGS: TBA, if any!
SUMMARY: Tea. And possible horse-riding.
NOTES: In conjunction with this post!
[ The tea 'house' isn't much to look at, at least not yet, but it's green and inviting and homely, at least. There are stolen kitchen chairs, tables, and rec room couches strewn across the soft grass in the corner of one of the oxygen garden's levels, and a thick leafy canopy shielding the area from the artificial lights. A bank of other such stolen kitchen materials is wedged in between two trees and the wall; it'd taken some maneuvering to get the electronic components to hook together, but there's an electric kettle on the makeshift counter, and on the makeshift counter is a small paper specifying what kinds of teas can be made. (Next to that is a clipboard and a pen he'd lifted from engineering and one of the rec rooms, respectively, with a sign-in sheet, just for kicks.) On appropriated shelves are a row of large glass jars with the dried teas inside, labeled helpfully.
Hatter's stretched out on one of the couches with one hand hooked in a cup of jasmine tea and the other cradling his communicator; the ad's out, and Guinevere grazes in a corner, with her tack off to the side. With any luck, he'll be serving today—and if not, a little conversation wouldn't go amiss. Especially after that bloody sickness mess. If the ship's going to hell in a handbasket, Hatter's going to drink some tea before it does. ]
/late, but i had to~
She arrives outside it about thirty minutes after the post went out, bringing her own cup with her. Before Bela actually approaches the man on the couch, she glances around the area and notices all of the various furniture and items in it. Seemed like someone had very sticky fingers.
Bela comes towards to the couch where he's lounged on, stopping a few feet away.]
I'm guessing you're the one I need to ask about the tea, yeah?