IC Contact - Exsilium

[maddeninghatter]

[ Thirty seconds of tuneless humming--beeeeeeeeep! ]

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[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.