♚ OPEN LOG ][ no wonder you're late

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

When; Oct. 6th, Mad Hatter Day curse
Rating; G - PG-13
Characters; OPEN
Summary; On a day that you can be sipping tea with friends one moment, passing sugar with an enemy the next, only only to find yourself eating cake with a deity, this is merely one of the tables the City's inhabitants may find themselves dining at.

Log; Xanadu was always a lovely place, forever green and in bloom, and today was no exception, even with the many celebrations, small and large, quiet and boisterous, friendly and unfriendly, going on throughout the City. This table was large, from whence, no one may know, but it was set for as many need come, as many would come, tugged along by a merry curse that shouted clean cup, move down at whim.

Teas of all kinds, tea cups and saucers, biscuits and cakes, all available and scattered over the rich green cloth that topped the wooden table and trailed off in to the grass below. At the head of this table, a rare sight- one of the City deities, out for all to see who were lucky- or unlucky- enough to arrive there. A small hat perched atop her crown, of bent saplings, the leaves and a single flower serving for decoration as she beckons you enjoy the seat and fair that she and the others, that the curses have provided you.

As long as it last.

Note; See here! Mark your subject lines with "open" or "to ____" if you like. Prose OR comment log style is alright. Sabine will speak with any marked "open" or "to Sabine". Enjoy, and feel free to pop your character in and out as it pleases you and the curse description goes!

Comments

open

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

Sitting down in the open so readily wasn't in her normal nature, but there was tea and biscuits and open seats to be had. So Di Di did as one should and sat for tea because it was time for tea. It wouldn't make sense to pass tea time when it is provided so nicely for you. She nods to anyone that will see her nodding at them.

open

[costumechanger.livejournal.com]

Zoe, sitting across from her at the moment, nods politely back to Di Di with a small smile before taking a sip of her tea. After setting her cup back down, Zoe comments, "I don't think we've met. I'm Zoe Saugin."

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

A nod, and the deity nodded as well in turn, an acorn rolling cheerily about the brim of her hat as she did so, lips formed in a sedate smile.

Open

[costumechanger.livejournal.com]

Zoe was sitting in one of the seats around the table, happily nibbling on a small chocolate cake and drinking tea. It was a little odd that there were so many tea parties going on today, but she didn't really care that this might be a curse. She was looking forward to having fun and meeting all sorts of new people.

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

Though she had not moved, the deity remained at the head of the table, there was a sense of closeness, when she opened her mouth to speak, as if sitting right next to whom she directed her words to, teacup to her lips.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Open

[dreamsofnoah]

Road is sitting down quite happily at the table, drawn here more out of curiosity and her penchant for tea parties than by the curse. Stockinged legs are tucked up beneath her as she pours herself some tea, adding more than its fair amount of sugar, a plate filled with cake and biscuits already in front of her.

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

"A sweet tooth." Sabine's voice is hard to define, as her role is hard to define. She always said it best herself- she sounds of mother, sister, daughter, and none, eyes falling to Road's plate, ageless- let they light up easily with the smile on her face.

"You'll spoil dinner." Funny- she was still at the head of the table, but it sounded as if she were sitting next seat over.

can you say fate?

[dclx.livejournal.com]

"Is it good with that much sugar in it?"

Vivio peeked over from the seat next to her. Tea parties were more Megumi's thing, she was still rather new to the idea, and certainly uneducated when it came to the tea itself.

Open

[shadowthroned.livejournal.com]

Roiben hadn't planned on attending a tea party today, but seeing as it had landed in the middle of his morning walk and he'd been manhandled into a seat he might as well get some nourishment out of it all.

"Pass the chrysanthemum tea, please," he sighed as he took a biscuit. "Is there any honey?"

[poor-theodore.livejournal.com]

Teddy blinked at the stranger sitting across the table from him that had just spoken. He could have sworn he hadn't planned on showing up at some random tea party hosted by a lady with a tree for a hat, but he'd learned that this was how stuff worked here. Quickly, he went about lifting the lids to a few nearby teapots.

"Erm. Which one is that?" he asked as he peered into one pot and -- having no idea if it was chrysanthemum or not -- moved onto the next.

Open

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[He's staring in disdain at the teacups.

What. The fuck.

So not his style. You can tell he really wishes he were somewhere else right about now.]

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

"You are not pleased." The voice was completely audible, companionable, as if sitting next to a friend, though the so called goddess still sat at the head of the table, unmoving.

"That saddens me, Yuri Lowell."

Open

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

Waves over to him with a smile. After all, everyone is welcome to the table as there is always one more. "come, sit. I'll move over"

to Sabine;

[poor-theodore.livejournal.com]

It was hard not to stare at the lady with the tree for a hat. And even though Teddy did his best to just not (she did seem like an important person, after all), he generally failed in this exercise.

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

She noticed his gaze, as it sometimes seemed she noticed too much, turning her gaze to him with a smile. She was a few seats away, but her voice did not seem to have any trouble reaching his ears at a normal volume.

"Do you like it?" A delicate hand, but calloused at the undersides of fingers, a hint of dirt beneath painted nails.

To: Teddy

[inmyothertights]

Billy doesn't have to look very long or very hard to find this particular tea party. After all, it's in the center of Xanadu, and it's bustling with people. He only had to fly a little to get there, and he spots Teddy's bright blond head almost right away.

The first thing that's obvious is that Billy looks a little uncomfortable in his suit - it's black and classy and tailored; after all, this is Kate's doing - but he doesn't quite look at ease, if only because he's not particularly used to wearing anything quite so nice. So he pulls up the chair next to Teddy and sits down.

"Cookies. I demand cookies."

[poor-theodore.livejournal.com]

Teddy is ready with said cookies and has been hording the ones that he personally thinks are best on a small saucer in front of him. And he has every intention of giving them to Billy only, for the moment, he's a little distracted. If past!him (future!him, other!him, whatever) had ever gotten used to seeing Billy like this, now!him clearly doesn't remember. He grins at Billy, a little stupidly, with large, bright green eyes.

"Hey," he says, totally oblivious that cookies, or the tea party or anything exists right now -- other than Billy.

{ open }

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

The tea is never as good as he hopes, but he's found himself at this table now, and settles himself, admiring it. He comes to Xanadu often, for one reason or another, including picnics at times. It's a pleasing place, and a place that reminds him of the parks in his own world.

It's always ever just a vague reminder of what once was, and what lies beyond and waiting. A tease, a taste, but nothing more.

He promised Merry once, when she was in the City, that they'd have a picnic like this in Xanadu.

That never came to pass.

He takes a cup.

[justasystem.livejournal.com]

"Ca-" A recognizable voice to many, and to him, as well, likely, as a much smaller figure leaned up from the other side of the table and waved-

Before she realized she had a mouthful and sat back down very quickly to chew and swallow.

"Earl Hargreaves!"

Open

[thatsmyjob.livejournal.com]

For Thom, the parties were absolutely lovely and even if he was 'moved along' perhaps before he was ready to take his leave, he still found himself looking forward to the next round of tea and cakes.

Carrying a delicate china cup and saucer with the deftness of one who grew up learning how to balance a biscuit just so on the edge of the plate, Thom studied the crowd as it came and went.

Open

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

"Do you enjoy watching?" The voice from the woman at table's head, yet she may have well been sitting beside him, speaking over the edge of her tea cup.

open

[innocentxcharm.livejournal.com]

Cake and cookies! Some of his favorite foods! Florian quite liked today's curse, if it was one at all. Maybe everyone had just decided to give out free snacks. Either way, he was sitting at a table, nibbling the delicious treats, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere. The drinks weren't too bad, either, with lots of milk and sugar.

open

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

There was a small and gentle smile for the child, the mother's smile.

"Delicious?"

open;

[moresake.livejournal.com]

Clean cup, move down. Yuuko seemed unruffled by her sudden appearance at the table. She leaned forward, picked up a cake, and twiddled it between her fingers. She'd had a few already, as the day had passed, but now she was more interested in conversing in the people come to the table.

[knaveswitness.livejournal.com]

Break was the same, in a sense. There was no startled look for his arrival, only a very sad one, as he found himself suddenly reaching over Yuuko's arm towards a cake that had been at the last table, and not at this one.

A small pout, and fork found way to mouth, empty.

"I was going to eat that..."

open;

[iactmore.livejournal.com]

Gwendolen was thoroughly unamused by all of this jostling. She couldn't finish a cup of tea before she was thrown to the next place. She clutched at the bottom of the chair, half-hoping she could stay here for a moment. After all, there was a deity at the head of the table. She'd been meaning to ask one some very pointed questions.

open;

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

Almost as if she knew- perhaps she did, Sabine's gaze found Gwendolen, ageless and something like wise over the edge of a cup, maternal and matronly, young and playful.

"Yes, child?"

to Sabine, but open to others as well;

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

Clow looked right at home among the tea and greenery, smiling slightly as he added an amount of sugar that might be considered on the high end of proper - but not excessive. This was tea, not candy. Stirring gingerly, he lifted his gaze to Sabine with a glimmer in his eyes.

"You're looking lovely today, as usual." Ah, the requisite flirting. That sounding-as-if-you're-right-next-to-the-speaker thing, perhaps it works both ways? In any case, it works for him.

to Clow;

[moresake.livejournal.com]

Yuuko watched his flirtations with a touch of amusement, her head resting in one hand, the other tracing the edge of her cup. She was sitting directly across from him at the table, in a black Victorian dress and red ribbons in her hair.

"Shameless," she said after a moment.

open

[fatespoken]

With one hand pressed against his forehead and the other tipping tea onto the floor from a delicate, it's obvious that Amory's temper is reaching a noticeable shade of red. Too many arms, legs, faces, voices, yelling, people—

There's a crash as he lets the teacup slip from his fingers.

At least taking his frustrations out on a cup means sparing feet from the underside of his boots- a tactic he had employed earlier with reasonable success. Nevertheless, persistence is a fundamental principle of City curses, which neither bruised toes and aching shins can change.

open

[bequiet_hescreamed]

He was entertaining, or at least that must have been what Clef was privately thinking as he witnessed the spectacle silently from across the table. Who was more in the wrong, anyway - Amory for his blatant rudeness, or himself for acting like this was a real tea party? Whatever the case, this whole business with clean cups and moving down was an entirely new phenomenon to him and he couldn't say that he approved. Short of gulping his tea, which would have been rude, it was simply not possible to finish a cup before it came time to move again. For all the tea that was being wasted he figured he might as well just be pouring it out onto the ground.

Such was life.

At least Clef could say that he hadn't been a victim of Amory's previous exploits, however, if he was even aware that they had occurred. Very difficult to get your feet stepped on when they don't touch the floor.

Open

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Finding himself in the middle of the tea party really shouldn't have come as such a surprise, seeing that curses were a fairly common occurrence in the City. But it took him a moment to get his bearings and take note of the elegant formal attire that he now wore, and the even stranger array of teacups, snacks, and guests around him.

His mouth quirked slightly, the only sign of being taken so off guard before he removed his top hat and sat in the nearest chair.

"Ah. I hope I'm not... late?"

Open

[toonurturing.livejournal.com]

A gaze fell upon him, a tip of the head in welcome from the deity presiding.