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Tweak says, "Treat yo' self..."

ms_quirke (ms_quirke) wrote in my_rpg,
@ 2009-08-04 11:54:00

Who: Orla and OTA
Where: Tea Room
When: Just before Noon on Tuesday
What: Glorious Tea.

The ‘wonderful’ thing about being a trainee was that there was no set schedule. Orla’s hours depended on what shift needed help the most and what times some real healer could be arsed to train her. As her result, he weeks would often end up in a horrid hodgepodge of unevenly stitched together hours, working afternoons one day, over night the next, the red eye shift the day after that. It was no way to set up a decent sleep schedule, even if you weren’t an insomniac.

This was one of those weeks. She’d pulled the night shirt yesterday, only to have it followed up by coming in at noon today. She hadn’t bothered sleeping, or even leaving St. Mungos. Instead she’d simply taken a shower, read in the break room to clear her mind, and now sat in the Tea Room, desperately downing several cups of that sweet, life giving, caffeinated liquid known as tea before starting her shift. She normally avoided crowds, but for this delightful beverage she would always make an exception.

Orla blew on the steam from her fourth cup, murmuring happy little sweet nothings to the liquid before taking her first sip.

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	ms_quirke 2009-08-14 08:52 pm UTC (link)
	Orla started, nearly spilling some of her tea at the sudden appearance of...oh, she had seen his face. What was his name again? "P-pardon?" She managed, putting the tea on the table before she actually spilled it all over the place. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chefbelby 2009-08-14 10:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Ooh, someone's a little skiddish today," Marcus gave her a good-natured grin and took out his wand. A simple cleaning charm later, the tea was gone. "Want me get you another one? Spills are covered in our insurance policy, as long as nobody's burnt," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ms_quirke 2009-08-15 06:30 pm UTC (link)
	"Sorry, I was just somewhere else. You don't need to get me another, it's my fault, really." Oral bit her lip slightly, consciously keeping her hands away from the tea cup to prevent a repair performance. "And trust me, if you start insuring every cup I spill, I'll run you out of business in a month." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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