The Tea Room (Renovated)

[chrispenycate]

Checks pot (cold, evidently) and heats water for another one.

Remarkably civilised in here recently.

Hello? Where's the bag for putting used tea leaves in gone? Someone else putting it round the hiderangers (like lawnrangers, but prettier flowers)?

[nixie]

Someone mention the magic word, pours tea

[Bowler1]

I'll have some tea please Chris.

Can anyone tell me what a Fey is?

Its all very confused magic and SciFi stuff around here and I'm not sure what is happening all the time so I've come packing heat this time. The next person to throw the biscuit barrel out of the window will be facing the wrong end of my laser pistols!

[nixie]

Fey, are fairies, elves, pixies, brownies, goblins, gnomes, sprites etc. Think of folklore.

Hope that helps.

[chrispenycate]

Sugar? Milk? Strawberry jam?

For me, "fey" is an adjective (meaning a touch crazy, quite possibly doomed) rather than a noun. Now a fay, that's a form of the word fairy (French "fée") …
*glances at a by now torpid Bowler* Um, perhaps this was not the best chosen moment for philology.

Carefully crafts a moebius window, so that anything defenestrated from the tearoom will refenestrate with the same kinetic energy.

[nixie]

Was going to say an alternate spelling is fay, but Chrispy beat me to it.

Just milk for me.

[Bowler1]

Strawberry jam and tea? Just milk as well please.

I meant Fay, but the fey as a description of the tea room affect on me works very well. Can I shoot Fay's? He says twitching my itchy trigger finger (say that fast ten times!). These are new guns, see still shiny.

[chrispenycate]

Shooting at residents of Faerie has been demonstrated an unwise occupation since the principal missile was a flint-tipped spear. There is a firing range out back, with animated holograms of all your favourite politicians, from seven continents, three planets and six species.

Do you know how lucky you are I'm not allowed to bring my red pen in here?

[Bowler1]

Nooo, no red red pens here, I'm typing without concentrating.

Remember, I'm armed.

[hopewrites]

*Sasha's tail twitches out from under a sofa* "someone want to play?"

Umm I should warn you Sasha (who is more cat than human and has all the most morbid playfulness of both) plays a little... rough.
Do be nice Sasha, new people are not mice.

"Good. Except for Mouse, mice are boring and don't offer much sport."

[The Ace]

Tangle eyes the twitching tail. Big as he is, this might not be an entirely good idea.

[Bowler1]

This is why I returned weapons ready. Danger was lurking just under the sofa, how does anyone have time to finish a cup of tea in here?

[The Ace]

Flicks a glance at Freda as he distracts Tangle with a tin of whiskas, "We manage."

[hopewrites]

Gwen flutters in "oh! Hi. I'm Gwen who are yoOoowwah SASHA!!"

Sasha let Gwen go.

"I missed you too Sasha, but who's the new person?" *Once released from the dark blue velveted paws a Victorian gowned, butterfly winged hand high blond flutters up to Bowler.*

"Hi."

[The Ace]

Sits down with a mug of tea and begins to polish his blades.