π΄ π π― π― π¦ π¬ π― (desertscorn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-18 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, octavio "octane" silva, xian lang |
WHO: xian + octane
WHERE: backyard patio
WHEN: sunday afternoon
WHAT: testing out tea on unsuspecting guests
STATUS: in-progress, open
WARNINGS: tbd
They had arrived on her bed that morning, scattered like leaves across the blanket. After inspecting the tea bags for a few minutes, she noticed these were different from the ones she'd discovered in the hotel's kitchen. The smell alone indicated as much. But even if they were decorated in the same bags, she was still suspicious. If anything, the bags left on her bed had her wondering if they weren't poisoned. Although, Xian couldn't fathom why she would be singled out. Unless this was further punishment for what had happened in the basement. There was no way of knowing for sure. Well. There was one way. Choosing one of the teabags, she set her way downstairs. The outside patio was a lovely place to sit out and enjoy a pot of tea or two. Xian chose a spot near the large brick fireplace, settling, no, lounging comfortably in one of the cream-colored chairs with a cup in hand. She had brought both a hot pot and several teacups from the kitchen and had them spread over the small table. It was an open invitation. |