04. upon thyself thy beauty's legacy

[keepscalm]

Characters: England and all of the cultured people. Open!
Setting: Floor 25.
Format: Starting action, but will match!
Summary: England is having a teatime picnic. It's long overdue. Threadjacking is okay and welcomed! Join an existing thread and make it a tea party or make a new thread.
Warnings: Probably language since it's England. Also possibly threadjacking, so just say in the subject if you don't want that!

[So there is no fancy garden table and chairs or quaint little sitting room, but the innocuous spring floor is almost as nice. He's laid out a length of cloth snatched from the workshop floor to act as a makeshift blanket, and has a teaset out, with a full pot of tea, multiple cups, and sugar. No milk or honey, due to the restrictions of the Tower's kitchen, but he can deal.

And he's actually smiling a little. Do you dare risk disrupting him in this almost fugue-like state?

Of course you do, he's just a silly grump with pretty plates and big eyebrows. Come join him for tea.]

Comments

[queenofbass]

<sub>[Man, has it been forever since she was confronted with a real gentleman. No, really, forever. Of course that's what one gets when living life on the fringes more often than not. And of course she's totally not blushing or pretending she's seen a highly interesting butterfly off to the side.

No way. She's too cool for that kind of junk.]</sub>

Tea, huh? I guess you'd be due for it, especially after all the crazy stuff that's happened recently.

_{[It's been a while since she's actually sat anywhere, not just hovered but actually settled her butt somewhere, and that it's the ground would be all the more surprising to anyone who knew her back home, but there she is.]}

I dunno if I can drink any but I'll keep ya company at least. If it's got red in it I should be able to handle it though.

[keepscalm]

[Thankfully for Marceline, England is so poor with little cues like that that he doesn't even notice any hiccup in her totally cool composure.]

It's a stress reliever. [For him, anyways. He got caffeine headaches so badly when he first got here and couldn't keep a damn schedule for his tea.] And I'm quite glad for your company, even if you choose not to partake. [He then looks at Marceline with polite intrigue.] Though, if I might ask...what do you mean by red? The colour?

[That...doesn't make much sense, unless she means red tea.]

[queenofbass]

_{[Stress reliever huh? Sorta like how music can be for her. That's something she can respect, and understand. Marceline's willing to give this a shot.]}

Yeah, that's it exactly. It's pretty tasty.

_{[In the sunlight the tea looks kinda red brown, so maybe... She's pretty careful about reaching for stuff, the sunhat only does so much.]}

[keepscalm]

[That's...fascinating, actually. Though he needs a bit more clarity in confirmation.]

So you're able to consume the colour red from things?

[That's what he was getting from this, anyways. He doesn't sound disbelieving, just genuinely curious. He's also quick to offer her the teacup so she doesn't have to reach as far, because he is a gentleman.]

[queenofbass]

_{[There's a genuine smile on her face, and the faintest of blushes, as England hands her the teacup. And really, Marceline has no problems with the curiosity. It's a nice change from the automatic assumption that vampires=bloodthisty.]}

Yep. It opens up a lot of food choices, otherwise I'd be stuck to one thing.

_{[She's careful to just let the tea touch her fangs- no sense in going further if she can't have it. Just enough to work though, so that's excellent.]}

[keepscalm]

[Wow. Color him intrigued. He's never heard of a red-drinking vampire before.]

That's brilliant. [He chuckles.] I'd ask how you do it, but for some reason I doubt there would be much point in trying to explain what is only a basic biological process to you.

[He wonders to himself if that means things turn gray when she drains the red from them. He'll have to discreetly check the tea afterwards.]

[queenofbass]

_{[Marceline shrugs- it's everyday for her, but for as much as she knows about it might as well ask why gravity works the way it does. To be frank, she hasn't got a clue why it works. And she's not ashamed of the fact.]}

It works, at least. As long as it gets me fed without much trouble it's no big deal whether I know how it works or not. _{[She grins.]} This is pretty good, man.

_{[It's graying, and Marceline looks at the tea in interest. This isn't something that happens too often, more of another color muddling into the fading red.]}

Suddenly, Fawkes!

[lucidmutant]

[Fawkes' usual heavy footsteps are rather muffled by the nature of the meadow - comparatively soft ground and grass - grass that isn't dead is rather strange to him. As is people sitting on a blanket and drinking in the midst of things.]

[Isn't one of those two one of his roommates? He plods over closer to see, making not inclinations toward being quiet or stealthy in the least.]

this is now officially the best teaparty

[keepscalm]

I'm glad to hear that. [Okay so maybe his cooking isn't to most peoples' tastes, but he can make tea like a boss.] Perhaps you can join me the next time I make tea, as well?

[Though, England's smile fades a little at the sound of someone approaching, and he turns quickly, very alert -- he's always had battle-ready reflexes, but the Tower has definitely made it worse. He calms when he sees the familiar large figure; he can't place the name at this very moment, but the man is one of his roommates. And definitely not the other very large one that's frankly much scarier.

England nods towards him in acknowledgement.] Good day. [He glances between Fawkes and the teaset briefly before offering:] Would you like to join us, as well? [And then, with a glance towards Marceline:] If you don't mind terribly, of course.

[queenofbass]

<sub>[Marceline's hand is on her axe in no time, her usual caution on more than hair-trigger alert due to the monsters in the halls and the weirdness that's happened lately. She doesn't know the big guy- and though she wants to ask what witch got hold of him she keeps her peace when she notices England calm down. He knows him, and apparently trusts him NOT to hurt him, that's enough for Marceline to take her hand off her axe.

She shoots a grin at both the newcomer and to England.]</sub> Hey, it's your tea party, doesn't bother me a bit.

[lucidmutant]

[Those reactions don't go unnoticed, but Fawkes does not blame them in the least. Once he gets close, he looks at the spread, then nods to England.]

I do not see why not. Though, I must admit some curiosity as to why one would choose to do such a thing in such a place.

[Regardless, he sits down with a grunt, then turns to Marceline.] I do not believe we have met, miss. I am Fawkes.

[keepscalm]

[England doesn't really blame Marceline for being on guard; the man is definitely intimidating. England probably wouldn't trust him either if he hadn't been rooming with the guy for -- how many months now? -- and so far had had no problems whatsoever with him.]

It's a peaceful atmosphere. Much more relaxing than our room. And it seems to be one of the safest locations, at any rate. [Even if there is a notable lack of chairs.

As Fawkes introduces himself to Marceline, England reaches over to pour Fawkes a cup as well, though...he wonders if they might need something larger. Suddenly his teaset looks a lot more fragile than it usually does.

He'll risk it, for the sake of politeness.]

[queenofbass]

<sub>[Marceline's pretty impressed; the new guy is rather polite too, even if he looks like he's seen the rougher side of things.

Not that that's out of the question in the tower anyway, but that's not the point. This time she waves as well.]</sub>

Marceline. 'Sup?

[lucidmutant]

Mmmn. You have a point, given that other large fellow in our room. [Fawkes nods at England, and once the cup is poured, he takes it - carefully, though.]

Thank you.

[He turns to Marceline for the moment, then looks out at the area.] I am finding this particular floor to be rather odd... Though oddities here are common, it seems.

[keepscalm]

You're quite welcome. [England grimaces a little after that, though.] So you're unnerved by him, as well? I thought perhaps it was just me.

[That said, he teasips like a classy motherfucker before his next statement.] One almost expects the other shoe to drop while on this floor, considering the track record of the tower's interior design thus far.

[Seriously. Some of these floors are just...]