basim (ex_basim376) wrote in avatarnation, @ 2009-09-17 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | basim, cheng, naida, zuma |
Who: Basim, OTA (Multiple people are welcome to join in)
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: The Jasmine Dragon
What: Bass is setting up shop... again.
It had been nearly a week since the quake, and Bass was still looking oh so sadly around his shop. Nothing truly vital had been destroyed, the entire building was still standing, the support beams were not damaged, the room was still standing, his apartment was not damaged and the... important... secret rooms were still in tact, but that did not mean all was right in Basim's world. Many of his tea sets had fallen to the floor and shattered, and he was still mourning the loss.
Bass heaved a heavy sigh as he piled some of his remaining tea cups on a tray and put them through the automatic washer Mimi had made for him. The quake had made him break out the reserve sets he kept tucked safely away, he would have to order more decorative ones soon so he could hide the shameful white ones away once more. Several of the paintings which had been framed and hanging around the shop had been broken and had to be removed, for fear that someone might discover the secrets the back of the paintings held, but the painting of his wife still hung over the register, he had ensured he saved that one.
The old man breathed out a slow breath as he looked over the shop. It was still the same shop, but without the many decorative tea pots and cups which brought back so many memories, without the various paintings coloring the walls, it felt different. Not quite the home he had worked so long to build. He knew it was all in his head and that few, if any, of his customers would notice the change. It still felt like night and day, to him. He leaned on the counter top as he surveyed the room, at least the monkey birds were more calm now, they had been in quite the tizzy since the quake. All in all he was lucky, though he still felt at a loss. Such was life. He took in a quick breath and forced a smile to return to his face. Most of his tea had come through untainted, he still had pots and mugs to serve in, and the city was recovering. All in all, life was good.