IC Contact - Exsilium

[maddeninghatter]

[ Thirty seconds of tuneless humming--beeeeeeeeep! ]

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[maddeninghatter]

No, no. Not at alllll. Hang on a tick.

[ The door closes, there's a bit of shuffling on the other side, and then it opens again. Break now has his ugly Christmas sweater and moon boots on. ]

Let's go down and have a spot of tea, 'kaaay?

[ it goes without saying that he isn't going to invite a lady — even a demon-contracted one — into his room. ]

[soul_sister]

[The pause had given her a bit of time, and when he returns, she just nods amiably at that. It's a familiar enough setting for talks... and she steps around her cleaning supplies to head towards the kitchen.]

I could use a break!

[maddeninghatter]

[ His smile broadens. In a voice that's somewhere between conspiratorial and creepy: ]

Doesn't evvvvverybody~?

[soul_sister]

[She attempts to poke him in the shoulder, her expression a lidded, square eyed look.]

If you're making the pun I think you are, yes, I do, you jerk.

[maddeninghatter]

Hahahaha!

[ His shoulder melts away from her poke; in an instant, all she's touching is air, as he whirls about and disappears down the hall and two flights of stairs, to the kitchen. This is the land of on-demand hot water, so making tea is simply a matter of finding teapot and tea. Apart from that, the process is the same as it's been for centuries, so there's that necessary interval of steeping.

She'll find him perched on the counter, next to the teapot. It's got a knitted cozy on, in the shape of a rabbit. The ethereal smell of bergamot fills the air.

He waves when he sees her come in. ]

Do you take sugar? Lemon?

1/3

[soul_sister]

[There's a moment where she just stands in the hallway, watching him vanish down the stairs.]

[soul_sister]

[And the distance really sets in. Ah. Like the orphanage.. like the convent, like the other exorcists.

There is a strange sort of serenity that settles around her. It's probably better this way.]

[soul_sister]

[She's cheerful, when she catches up to him.]

Sugar. [Honey was now an impossible resource, and traded as amazingly as salt and pepper in Exsilium.]

A lot.