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>[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...]