tampered | ♚ OPEN LOG ][ no wonder you're late

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.

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The corners of Teddy's mouth tightened in dissatisfaction, but only just barely. His hands came down and touched the bright green tablecloth absently. "But I kind of like this table. I can't just...you know...stay here?" Further on down the length of the table somebody was being 'asked' to move on down.

His gaze wandered up to her hat again; he wondered what it would grow into eventually. "It was really nice for you to do this. I guess if you like plants you come here often?"

"You may always return. You need move- but you didn't never return." The way she said it- it sounded almost like life advice, not a comment.

"I do." Her gaze wandered to the large cherry tree that marked Xanadu's heart, forever in bloom.

"It is where I am most often, besides the office."

Teddy nodded at what she had said, taking it like the advice it sounded like. He felt oddly at ease here -- perhaps it was something in her voice -- and the thought seemed to comfort him somehow. Watching her eyes shift off and away, he turned to look at exactly where they had drifted towards.

After a pause, he asked distractedly: "...the office?"

"The office." Her gaze lingered on the tree a while longer before she turned back, though it seemed almost as if the sight was still reflected in her eyes.

"Where we look after things."

It took a minute for Teddy to realize he didn't really have any idea what it was she was talking about. He turned to her with his brow pinched in confusion. "Wait. We who?"

He looked her up and down again, slowly. "Do I know you or something?" There was a feeling like deja vu itching in the back of his mind; he wondered if it was the last version of him that had been here trying to tell him something.

A smile came over her lips once more- it seemed so subtle a thing, but it was there.

"I am Sabine, Theodore Altman." Almost a laugh on her tongue, but not mocking. Amused and gentle.

"I am called "deity", here."

Teddy's green eyes seemed to pulse brighter for a moment as they widened in surprise. His mouth formed a very small 'oh' shape, but it made no noise.

"Oh. Oh." He immediately reached up in an attempt to straigthen out his hair and smooth the front of his rumbled t-shirt. Now he totally felt underdressed.

"Hi there. Um. Ms. Sabine. Ma'am." He tried to smile as apologetically as possible. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Sabine is fine." Gentle, still, the same comforting tone. "I knew you once, and you know me once more. We are acquainted."

The bridge of Teddy's nose went pink and threatened to continue on to red, but he caught it in time and shifted it away again. His eyes dissolved back to a pale blue.

"Ah. One of those deals again. I know you, you know me, only I don't know you and you only sort of don't know me." He winced at just how stupid and obvious it sounded. "Were we friendly?" he hazarded.

Sabine only smiled still, and in that way she seemed unchanging, constant, amidst an equally constant growth and change.

"I like to think so."

That was encouraging. The first deity Teddy had ever met in person -- had ever even spoken to, really -- and apparently the two of them were on good terms. He hoped beyond hope that, whatever the difference was between past!him and now!him, he wouldn't mess up.

He smiled at her, looking relieved. "Oh, good. I was afraid maybe I'd done something totally stupid to piss you off. I, uh. Heh. I have a bad habit of doing that sometimes." Teddy paused and looked around quickly, before turning his gaze to Sabine.

"I'm sorry I don't remember you. But, maybe we can be friendly again?"

Truthfully, Sabine was kind to all but those of the Outside. She loved all her children, regardless.

"No." She comforted with the one word, a turn of wrist in like caress.

"It would make me happy to be so. You did not do anything stupid."

Teddy's smile brightened considerably and his eyes deepened in color again to that lush green in another show of appreciation. "Sweet," he said, nodding agreeably. "Do you like it here? Not here here, like at this table, but the City in general?"

He gave an embarrassed duck of his head. "I don't really know that much about Net sometimes. And it's always hard to tell what's true and what's just people talking cause they like to hear themselves talk, you know?"

"I love it." She answered sincerely, setting down her tea cup to pour, fingers delicate, nails painted, but chipped, against the porcelain.

"I love my children. And I love this place, where they may grow, from seeds to bloom." And yet, it seemed she may not have been speaking entirely of plants.

♚ OPEN LOG ][ no wonder you're late

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