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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2024-11-22 06:27 pm

November Mingle

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: November 22nd - Early December
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and an unexpected guest!
NOTES\WARNINGS: N/A, please note any needed warnings in threads.



⏵ arrival ⏴

Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - or it would, except it is not just Aurora that greets the newcomers as they arrive. Certainly they receive their earpiece so they can communicate with one another as those before them have, however there is what seems to be a woman waiting for them that is of a more flesh and blood persuasion as they leave the hospital. She carries an air about her that isn't quite like the newcomers themselves, but she is decidedly not one of the companion bots, nor Aurora.

She has bone-straight blonde hair reaching past her shoulders, with a straight-cut fringe hanging above her eyes. The black dress that ends just before her mid-thighs also has a rather revealing neckline, though the sleeves which cover her arms almost feel like a mockery of modesty considering the rest. She is also wearing black stockings and black pumps, and the red of her lipstick is striking against the extreme contrast in shades she otherwise holds.

As each newcomer independently files out of the hospital, she makes certain to garner their individual attention, either with a wave of her hand, a wiggle of her fingers, or directly calling them over. She is persistent, and with being so new, it is wise to heed her. Not that anyone can force one to, if they choose to walk away, nor does she seem interested in trying to, but she has her means for those proving stubborn.

However, those who aren't...

“Hey! I know you’re not just walking past me. I’ve got- you know, plot relevant, written all over me. I picked this dress out just for you, you know?’

“C’mere, listen up. Mama’s got a little bit of homework for you, but it’s gonna help you, too, okay? I need you to go find the hot goss, the piping hot tea on the street for me. Find out what everyone’s saying about the people we’re stuck with, okay? People are a lot more relaxed and honest when they talk about others, right? This is about efficiency.

Efficiency, honey.

Don’t worry, I’ll be in the trenches, too. But make sure you come find me again. I’ll be around here, okay? I know you’re as confused as I am. Well no. I’m much less confused than you are. But if you can tell me about the people here, I’ll tell you more about where you are and what this is about.”


For those who ignored her, or those not newly arrived, they will receive a message through their earpiece:

“Girl. Hey. Listen. I’m kind of in a pinch, okay? I need like… a little favor. But its a fun favor! I need you to get your girl some info. I need the word on the street, honey. I need the tea piping hot- I need you to go talk to your friends, enemies, frenemies, butt buddies, cousins, and have them tell you about anyone they know. I need straight facts and good gossip on everyone here. And then get back to me. Kisses.

And this isn’t something for nothing. If you bring me some good goss, you’ll get some good info in turn about your whole situation. Cause that’s what you’re missing most besides home, right? Context.”




⏵ spill the tea ⏴



Tatianna having now tasked everyone (new and old) with finding out more about their fellow inhabitants—if not for their sake, for her curiosity—and in exchange she will give them valuable information that may aid them with acclimating here, or something far more valuable depending on how hot the goss is! However, she will not just hand out her secrets so easily, and so she will need one piece of gossip about each inhabitant. So she expects everyone to get mingling and talking, she isn't a charity here!

To assist in this, the companion bots have set up cozy little wicker daybeds around the main hub of the city. All of which are suspiciously cozy and warm once you have sat down on them, but especially so with the accompanying aroma of the tea wafting from the kettle which rests on the center table, accompanied by sweetmeats. The tea itself also stays warm despite the cool autumn air, and so long as you stay within the daybeds, the biting chill won't reach you either.

However, the tea is not only perpetually the right temperature, but it seems to have a way of loosening one's tongue. Especially the more one imbibes it. Did you mean to share that secret that might not have been yours to begin with? Or that personal detail about your best friend that wasn't meant to be known by anyone but who they themselves have told? Probably not, but the cat is out of the bag now, isn't it? Well, hopefully word won't get around...after all, it isn't likely who you are talking is going to tell everyone else, right? Right?

Adding to the oddity of it all, the tea one drinks might not be the same tea that their companion is drinking, despite it pouring from the same kettle. What might be one person's earl grey, is another's pumpkin spice chai. Whatever it may be that pours out, it certainly seems to be to one's liking, or its closest approximation. There's probably some deeper meaning in that, some sort of symbolism one might surmise from the nature of sharing gossip and it being tainted by personal bias, but who cares about navel gazing about such a thing?

After all, this is meant to be an enjoyable endeavor! Getting to know your fellow inhabitant should feel as comfortable as catching up with an old friend. What better way than to do it by sharing tea you both will enjoy? ☕


⏵ close knit ⏴


As the tail end of November draws nearer, people will have already begun to see the first flakes of snow. It grows colder, and while there isn't quite a blizzard or a snow storm happening, the snow does not seem to let up with its descent. It doesn't quite get so cold that it is untenable, of course, but it would be advisable to bundle up! In fact, the companion bots seem to be on the case with assisting in just that!

Around the city people will find groups of companion bots busily knitting sweaters, scarves, gloves, hats, and so forth. In fact, the moment they see someone they clock as not quite bundled enough, they will insist on supplying them with whatever they deem as being without. Are you already wearing a scarf? Well, clearly you need two of them! How about the gloves? Couldn't hurt to have several pairs!

However, that isn't all that's available to people, after all there are cafes out and about where one might get a hot beverage to help fight off the cold, but for those less inclined for such establishments, the companion bots are here to serve! There is at least one companion bot per knitting group that seems to have hot cocoa on hand. If they see someone who is looking particularly cold (almost everyone is, the companion bots aren't particularly keen on the signs of successful temperature regulation), they will have a paper cup of hot cocoa imposed upon them that has their name on the side.

Or, sort of. It is at least a close approximation of their name, or maybe it is an alternate spelling? Really, who can blame the bots for getting confused, there are so many of you!


⏵ snow more games ⏴


The snow is here to stay, but that doesn't mean that it has to be a bad thing! With everyone well supplied in their winter garb, the companion bots have set up spots for fun activities! Perhaps the inhabitants would enjoy a fun snowball fight, or some sledding? Some of the waters have frozen over, so ice skating is always a possibility too. Though one might want to be careful if they are to venture past what the companion bots have marked as safe.

Some of the companion bots are trying their best at making a snowman, but all their efforts seem to come out rather...square. They're trying their best, but maybe they can learn by following the inhabitant's examples. There are others that will offer gold star stickers to those who seem to dominate in the snowball fights, but unfortunately the stickers don't stick too well with all the snow. Well, they tried!

People will still find bots out and about with nice warm beverages available to fight off the cold, too. That service will continue to be available for the foreseeable future. Similarly, if someone comes out who is a little too under-dressed for the weather, the bots might have to pick up those knitting needles again, so be sure to put on your winter clothes..!



⏵ NOTES ⏴


To report information to Tatianna, do so here! She will only give each person their rewarded information once she has a bit of information on each character in the game. Each bit of gossip does not require a thread to count though it should be IC knowledge gained through IC means. Try to check what gossip has been given to her already, because doubling up will not yield results! Good luck!

For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

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levelshift: (downright offended)

Accelerator | OTA

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-23 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Spill the tea

[That mysterious, slightly annoying text about gossip is floating around in the back of Accelerator's head as he heads out from the apartments. Normally, it would be something he'd dismiss since he isn't a gossip, but with the offer of information in return... it's something worth considering.

Anyways. His original plan to head to Corrine's and get some coffee and work done is diverted with the appearance by the wicker seating areas. They don't look like much, but when he walks by one he can feel the warmth it's giving off compared to the chill of the air, and he reluctantly takes a seat.

It's warm. And cozy. Enough so that after a bit of inner debate he decides to just get comfortable in one, curling up with his laptop and proceeding to type away at a fast pace. He even accepts a cup of whatever from one of the bots nearby. If anyone tries to look over his shoulder at the screen they'll be faced with some complicated and frankly, dull-looking budgeting spreadsheets. Is that what teenagers do for fun these days? Spreadsheets??

He looks very intense about whatever he's working on, glaring as he flips through several tabs, types out some quick formulas, and clicks his tongue. Eventually, he takes a sip from his mug and makes a face.]


This is way too sweet. Don't they have any coffee?

[Of course, these are the companion bots he's talking about, so the answer is probably 'no, unless you like coffee that's mostly sugar.' He gives a resigned little sigh and takes another sip, hoping the taste will somehow improve.]

Snowball fight

[Accelerator isn't the kind of person who participates in social activities, and that's certainly the case with snowball fights. They're dumb and childish and he has no desire to end cold and drenched. Who would? Only little kids and dumb idiots.

He circles around the edge of what he assumes is the snowball fight area, trudging through the snow, already in a bad mood thanks to some drama involving a dinner party, and the cold weather. It turns out when you have to use a crutch to get around, ice and snow present some irritating obstacles.

Unfortunately for him, just skirting around the sidelines isn't quite enough. A stray snowball nails him in the back of his head and despite the extra stability his crutch offers he's still a twig, so down he goes, faceplanting on the ground. He isn't down for long, pushing himself up with a furious growl.]


Who the fuck --

[He isn't finishing that though. With his anger getting the better of him, Accelerator climbs to his feet, his free hand reaching up to the little black device around his neck. Switching his choker to esper mode, he taps his foot in the snow.

And even if your character wasn't the one who threw the snowball, a massive tidal wave of snow is now coming their way, so maybe run! Or, maybe your character is just a bystander to the scene -- in which case, they can count themselves lucky they aren't getting utterly buried.]


Wildcard

((Open to other prompts! If you've got an idea hit me up at plurk and discord @ cryptophyta!))
banworthy: (2)

spill the tea;

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Well, hi.

[ Vincent would never deny himself the opportunity to chit-chat with people. As far as he understands it, he just has to get some information. It's a piece of gossip - so does it even have to be true? ]

I don't think that coffee is on the menu, unfortunately. [ He flashes a brief little smile before he takes his seat opposite the young man. Swirling his hand in the air, he gestures to himself. ] Vincent. [ A quick introduction before he locates a cup to pour some of the tea in. ]

Can't believe how cold it's getting. [ He openly complains as the hot liquid fills the cup. Setting the teapot down, he wraps his fingers around the cup and admires the steam coming off. ] But it's nice that we're able to stay warm like this, hm?

Normally, I'm not much a fan of sweet things but bottoms up -- [ And he takes a sip. ]
banworthy: (4)

vincent smith | silent hill 3 | ota

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
spill the tea;

[ Whatever.

It's the single word that repeats itself in his head as he sits at the table. He flexes his fingers a few times to get the feeling back in them - though, honestly, he already is starting to feel back to normal. All he has to do is get some gossip from a few people. Vincent doesn't expect anyone to just spill their guts to any stranger, so accepts that he will be given either little white lies or big lies.

Whatever.

The word comes back to him as he pours himself some tea. It doesn't matter if he's lied to since he wasn't told that he had to be told anything truthful. Propping his elbow on the table, he lifts the tea to take a sip. When he sighs, a puff of white steam comes along with the noise.

That's nice.

It really helps to warm him up further. At the very least, he's getting quite warm and enjoying a nice cup of tea. He muses over what the flavor might be. Lifting the cup, he takes another sip. What is it? Another sip. Has a bit of spice to it? Hm, what could it be?

As someone walks by, he kicks the chair in front of him. ]


Have a seat and let's happily lie to one another as we find something to gossip about, hm?

snowball fight; (observing)

Ha-ha, no thank you.

[ He feels he's a little too old to engage in snowball fights. Furthermore, he's fighting his own battle with the companion bots. While he wanted to look somewhat stylish in his minimal winter attire, he has since been regulated to a knit sweater over his jacket and three scarfs around his neck.

Every time, he tugs one off; another is wrapped around his neck to help him stay warm.

His arms eventually come up, waving wildly, to be left alone.

Shuffling to some area where there are no companion bots, he decides to watch the festivities by himself. He could make himself look incredibly depressed by trying to warm his hands up with his breath. However, he has about three sets of mittens over his hands. He actually thinks that he might be starting to sweat under the layers of knitwear that he has. ]


Ah, well...

wildcard;

[ Open to any other prompt! Hit me up on PM or DM @ marvelouscheers. ]
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[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Accelerator looks up from his drink, a scowl written all over his face. It takes him a second, but he recognizes this guy from a certain dinner party. Right, the weirdo who was praying at the dinner table. That had stuck out to him, because full on prayers before a meal weren't a common sight back home.

A familiar tug of antisocial urges causes him to debate getting up and leaving, but he's comfortable and if that text is true, then he needs to actually talk to someone. This guy is as good as anyone, right?

He hesitates another moment, then reluctantly responds.]


.... Accelerator.

[Which is about as much an introduction as he gives anyone around here. There's a short glance down at his laptop before he focuses on Vincent.]

I'd say the robots haven't figured out how to make tea but I don't drink this stuff that much anyways, so I might just be biased against it.

[Then again, even when he does drink tea it isn't this fruity.]
restitui: (Default)

William Kaplan | MCU | OTA (spoilers possible)

[personal profile] restitui 2024-11-23 04:06 am (UTC)(link)

1. WHERE ROADS DIVERGE ( ARRIVAL + CLOSE KNIT )
[ Overwhelmed is a word that the Teenager™️ regrettably knows all too well. There wasn't a lot of things on his "plans list" besides finishing the Witches Road and finding his brother... As it seemed, one would happen before the other, and in a far different way than he could have imagined. Not that he had imagined it, exactly? Hoped, wished for. But that settles its own problems in his mind that was already full of too many other different issues he was working through (please don't ask). ]

[ So that when he fully steps out into the world of Etraya proper it's with his hood low and his.... feet very cold. Because he has no shoes and suddenly the ground is both cold and snowy (please don't ask). In truth, even his clothes are dirty and grimy - the hand knit sweater half hiding a little-too-recent stab wound and really between the no shoes thing and the fact he looks like his outfit is barely holding itself together it's no wonder the companion bots swarm him with their handmade goods. At first he accepts the booties offered gratefully... and then the second pair. The third pair gets to be a little too much, but it doesn't matter because now there's a new scarf and - ]

[ He doesn't know how to get out of this, so if some stranger starts to pass that he can barely make eye contact with or a well-meaning stranger comes up he'll be quick to ask: ]

Please. Help. How do I get them to stop?

[ At this rate he's going to have an entire closet of handknit boots that really aren't good for the snow at all. ]



2. SPILL THE TEA
[ He hadn't missed the lady at the hospital, but she hadn't been as important as the... fiasco he is hoping no one else witnessed. Thankfully, he's now a little less covered in well-meaning knit objects and has acquired a pair of shoes, but it's curiosity that has him exploring and a desire for his own answers that has him sit down at one of the wicker daybeds. At first, his hands fold over the other and he just watches. Eventually he may grab some of the tea, mostly to keep his hands warm, but he'll wave to someone who passes and offer an encouraging smile. Should they choose to sit with him he'll gesture encouragingly with a "Please, come sit" vibe.

And he'll helpfully wait a solid five seconds before asking: ]


So did the strange but somehow intimidating lady from an early 2000s movie stop you, too? Is that normal around here?

[ Who said the gossip couldn't be about Tatianna - ]





3. WILDCARD

( Feel free to make your own prompt or hit me up for plotting in PM/discord/plurk!! He'll definitely spend some time exploring, so he can be found in other locations! If I come up with anymore TL ideas I'll add as comments.
banworthy: (11)

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Is that your scene name?

[ He has yet to encounter someone's name that is like Accelerator's and can't help but ask. His head tilts as he drifts his eyes to the young man's hair. His eyes lift as a mildly judgmental look drifts over his face as he takes another sip of his tea. ]

Do you not drink it 'cause you're not a fan?

[ His isn't all that sweet so he wonders what the difference is. Honestly, it has a bitter taste. If he had to guess, he drops his gaze down - it looks like it's a dark black tea. Its bitterness has a sharp taste to it, but the warmth of the beverage itself is appreciated so he keeps drinking it, all the same. ]

I ask that, but I feel our gossip needs to be deeper than tea. [ A beat. ] Still, don't be deterred in answering, because I am still curious.
messenger: both brows raised, eyes widened (❝ is always sunny ❞)

castiel, spn, ota

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-23 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
—network
un:castiel | text
Why is someone asking me for tea

—spill the tea
[ there's no need for castiel to eat or drink. he has no sense of taste. he doesn't drink soda, or milk, or coffee, or tea. he drinks whiskey, on the occasion that he's in the company of sam or dean winchester.

on the occasion that he's trying to get drunk, he drinks anything that'll get him there.

that's not why he's now climbing around on one of the warm wicker daybeds. there's a cup of tea steaming away, his coat haphazardly folded and tossed aside as he kneels perched over the small round table, inspecting the teapot, the teacups, underneath the table and the cushions. after a time spent doing this, he stops, pours a another cup of tea, and samples it. even though lately he seems to have gained a dulled sense of taste, it doesn't occur to him to eat or drink for pleasure. that's not his goal here today. but finally, his brow furrows with a squint, and he settles in a slump, elbow resting near his otherwise untouched cup(s) of tea.

if he catches himself being stared at for his curious display, he'll shoot a narrow-eyed glance to the starer, ]


What?

[ before raising both eyebrows and gesturing with the cup. ]

This cultivar is extinct.

( ooc: as always, check out cas' opt in post if you want to interact with his powers. hmu on discord (hayyot) for plotting! )
levelshift: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/76218574 (omigawd)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-23 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[That's probably the most unusual question he's ever gotten about his name. It's - well, okay, it's a lot more than unusual, which is why Accelerator is stopping and staring, and before he can help himself he's sliding a little into petulant teenager mode.]

Does someone as old as you even know what the fuck a scene is?

[Then he clicks his tongue, partly out of irritation towards that question and partly because he's irritated at himself for not restraining himself.]

Practically the only thing I drank back home was canned coffee. That crap was garbage, but anything else tastes worse than garbage.

[Which is... a little more of an explanation than necessary, but whatever.]
messenger: brows raised, looking down (❝ uhhhh shit ❞)

spill 👏 that 👏 tea

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-23 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ if castiel knew vincent by sight, he'd leave in the blink of an eye as not to suffer another conversation with the man. but castiel's downfall has always been his curiosity (or, at least, one of them), so when he hears a not-quite-familiar voice, he's naturally drawn to it. he's talked to many people since arriving here by using the little ear-pieces they were given, which means there's actually a fairly long list of individuals he doesn't know by face.

he watches vincent sip his tea for a pause before answering him. ]


Is the lying necessary?

[ not that he's judging. ]
banworthy: (14)

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
How old do you think I am?

[ Mimicking him, he also clicks his tongue. ]

That's terrible for your health, you know that? [ Another sip of tea. ] Well, I guess I can't complain too much since I also was regulated to drinking whatever a soda machine had available.

[ His eyebrows come together but he also shrugs off his response. ]
banworthy: (Default)

GASP.

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, because I have too much I need to keep a secret.

[ His fingers are still around the cup that he's holding. He lifts his head before glancing back down at the tea. The response came a little too naturally, but he supposes that is true and maybe it can be laughed off -- if he hadn't been so startled by his own reply.

He's disturbed enough by what he's said that he doesn't immediately clock Castiel's voice. ]


But don't we all? [ Vincent shifts to a more playful tone. ]
metrop_lois: (004)

Lois Lane | My Adventures with Superman | OTA

[personal profile] metrop_lois 2024-11-23 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
SPILL THE TEA;
[Cat Grant isn't the most revealing dresser but everything else about Tatianna just screams gossip journalist. The hair, the way she talks, all of it strikes her so much like Cat back at the Daily Planet that she is nonplussed when she beckons Lois over and starts talking about the 'hot goss'.

And when it's in trade for good info? WELL.

Lois is more than happy to slide right on into one of those wicker daybeds, immediately putting her chin in one hand and pulling out a bit of the old razzle dazzle.]


Why hello there!

[The hand under her chin now comes to lay against her chest a moment. Cat 2.0 has her dramatic flair worked up.]

Lois Lane. I was just hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.

[The tone of her voice seems to say she can't imagine whoever it is she's talking to minding. If they do it's not exactly stopping her either as she pulls out a small handheld recorder from her pocket.]

MORE LIKE SQUAREMAN;
[Lois just sort of cocks an eyebrow up at the snowman before her. She like everyone else has had a warm beanie slapped on her head, a way too familiar jacket thrown at her and both gloves and a scarf to boot. Basically she couldn't be any better dressed for the weather if she'd come dressed like this to start with.

Now with a cup of personally-labeled cocoa in her hand she's eyeballing this very square snowman.]


... The bots made this, right?

SNOW MORE GAMES;
[Okay Lois, you've got this. C'mon just --]

Oof!

[Down she goes for at least the second or third time in as many minutes as she's been out here. Lois is soon grasping onto a nearby railing the bots had probably put around the lake turned skating rink, rising from her rear to her feet with a long sigh.]

I swear I've done this before. I was a lot smaller then.

[Back when her mother was still healthy and her dad wasn't half so obsessed with making her into a wilderness survival expert.]

WILDCARD;
[Feel free to hit me with any prompts you've got cooked up! Want to snowball fight? Go riding on sleds? Maybe make snow angels! Just toss them here. c: PMs are open for plotting.]
wundagores: (21)

arrival + close knit

[personal profile] wundagores 2024-11-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[there are many words that could be used to describe the companion bots that flutter around etraya, completing their various and sundry tasks. helpful is one, enthusiastic is another — but both, often, are underestimates; often, the best word is overbearing. with a side of well-meaning, of course, but overbearing all the same.

just outside of the hospital, wanda spots the latest target (victim) of their well-meaning, overbearing swarming: a boy, no older than about sixteen by appearances, being showered with more knit boots and scarves than any one person could reasonably ever need.

pivoting on her heel, she heads in that direction with a purpose, her original intent of being out here all but forgotten. when she approaches, she flashes a strained, sympathetic smile at the boy's question. then, addressing the bots:]


He has plenty. Thank you. [she takes care to sound kind, to soften her smile so that it softens the blow.] You've done great work. I can take it from here.

[the bots linger for a moment, more knit monstrosities at the ready. wanda smiles again, and nods, as if to say, yes, i'm sure, yes, i really mean it.

eventually, they flutter away, off to find the next person in knit-less distress.

once they're gone, she takes a beat of silence to concentrate, lifting her hand, just slightly, until wisps of red light emerge from her fingers — with a pair of snow boots appearing on the ground just a moment later. she picks them up, holding them out to offer in the boy's direction.]


These should actually help.
messenger: side-eye, brows raised (❝ bitch ❞)

☕ ✨

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's something... off, about that reply, isn't there? someone more experienced with face to face human communication might understand what that is, but castiel clocks it and lets it pass him by with only a moment of inspection. ]

I suppose that's true.

[ his gaze moves from Vincent to the chair he kicked out. he stares at it for several seconds before understanding dawns on his face, and he hesitates before awkwardly sitting. ]

What are you drinking?

[ he pulls over a cup and fills it. his ancient assam is a rich, earthy brown. he takes a drink. ]
banworthy: (7)

☕🫖☕

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He makes a soft affirmative sound as he lightly taps his fingers against the side of the cup. Eventually, he gives a shake of his head as he decides that he just spoke a little too off the cuff. ]

Tea. It's black with some spice to it. [ Another little sip. ] Seems to be a spiced black tea. [ A shrug. ] Interesting flavor. Not something I normally would drink, if I'm honest.

[ And he feels like being it. ]
leastdramatic: (Dragged in)

Jason Todd | Batman: Wayne Family Adventures | OTA

[personal profile] leastdramatic 2024-11-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Tea Time:

Jason doesn't trust Tatianna anymore than he trusts Aurora but he'll enjoy some tea for now. He's curled up in a daybed and has a book of poems written by Emily Dickinson by his side. Before he does another long reading session, he pours himself a cup of tea and takes a sip. HE then furrows his brow.

"Close but it doesn't hit the same."

Knitting Around:

Thanks to the companion bots' persistence, Jason's got himself 2 scarves on him now and a pair of green mittens. One scarf is just red but the other is a strange combination of red, yellow, and green. Huh. He's also got a cup of hot cocoa from the bots. The drink is perfect fine but Jason does frown at the label on it.

"Jay Bob? Really?"

Eh. Close enough.

Wildcard:

((OOC: Open to whatever other prompts you got! Feel free to contact me as well to work something out if you want))
messenger: neutral, profile (❝ stop kidnapping children ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
No?

[ his head tilts. how is it that aurora and her helper bots can do such impressive things, and yet the execution is always... a little lacking? ]

Mine is an assam cultivated 20,000 years ago. It's not something I would normally drink, either.
banworthy: (15)

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
No?

[ Vincent chimes back and tilts his head in the opposite direction. ]

Cultivated from -- what? Isn't that just a fancy way of saying that it was refined from that long ago?

[ He breathes out a peh sound. ] Not that time has any meaning anymore.
Edited (FORMATTING I WANT IT TO LOOK NICE) 2024-11-23 05:28 (UTC)
levelshift: (so they've stopped cellular aging)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-23 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Pausing, Accelerator looks him up and down.]

Your forties? [Sorry Vincent.........]

Seriously? Why?

[The way he's wording that seems a bit strange.]
banworthy: (15)

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
No. [ How dare you. ] I'm -- [ He waves his hand. ] -- whatever. I can just tell you that I'm not in my forties.

Because someone decided to create Paradise in my hometown and also traveling was only done in their shadow. So everything was in that beautiful, grotesque nightmare.

[ He blinks. ]

-- what.
messenger: neutral, looking down, hands preoccupied (❝ you are dark and sweet ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-23 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ can he tilt his head any furthee? castiel looks like a bird, squinting there. ]

This strain went extinct that long ago. It shouldn't be here.

[ so, y'know. ]

Yes, you have a point.
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[personal profile] banworthy 2024-11-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
How odd.

[ A slow sip of his tea as he formulates his thoughts. ]

Still, it's more odd that you recognize the tea if that's true.

[ Hm. ] How do you know it?
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Squareman

[personal profile] bigpoofymammoth 2024-11-23 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Manny was also looking at the square snowman. Like everyone else, he outfitted with a scarf and a beanie on the top of his head, although his one is much larger by comparison.]

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case.