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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She nodded. Yes, so he had to be... "Guru Clef?"

Please pardon her disbelief, Clef, she expected someone taller. Her manners aren't very good, either.

He supposed he should have been used to that sort of reaction by now, but he wasn't. So she got a slightly annoyed look and a pointed, "Yes."

She ducked her head momentarily in embarrassment, but that passed swiftly. "It is lovely to meet you in person," she said airily to cover up her error. She offered her hand.

"And yourself." Fortunately, Clef was forgiving enough. He took this offered hand first in one, but then in both of his. Then he realized he didn't know what he was doing except that some kind of physical contact was implied here. But who even knew.

So he looked up at her with this... look. If he were in a picture on the internet with humorous text on it, said text would read, 'i haz ur hand, nao wut?'

...Okaaaaaay. She pulled her hand back, gently but firmly. What sort of weird world did this guy come from? (She's only been to one other world and the City, so it's no wonder she hadn't encountered too many different customs.)

She coughed to cover the sudden awkward moment. "This is a rather strange curse, isn't it? Why do you think we can't stay long?"

Well, Clef was sufficiently embarrassed. Then again, he supposed it wasn't his fault. She was the one who was expecting something to happen and hadn't explained what - what did she think was going to happen?

"I haven't the faintest idea," he replied, attempting to hide a slight blush behind his teacup. "Perhaps it's a reference to a tradition on some other world? I can't imagine that this would be the normal way of drinking tea even there, though."

"Well, the words they say when they make us move are sort of familiar," she mused, "but I can't place them." Gwendolen hadn't gone on in school, after all, choosing instead to invest in her magical talents.

"It's sort of silly, really," she declared.

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