Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.

[royalpassport]

Who: Jefferson, Cassian, Rhiannon, and anyone who feels like visiting the tea shop.
Where: Go Ask Alice
When: Any time in April, barring events.
What: An open catch-all log for goings on at the tea shop!
Warnings: N/A, just put them in your comment headers as needed.

[Open]

The town seems livelier these days, owing in part to everybody's recovery from the recent plague that went about. And a natural outcome of the warming weather and bustling activity is, of course, the tea room seeing more business-- which is something of a mixed bag to Jefferson, off-putting and antisocial as he can be at times.

Customers equal money: good!
Customers equal Jefferson having to deal with people and responsibilities more often: not so good.

But at least the shop's running smoothly-- or, at least, as smoothly as a place staffed by a rebel spy, a garbage eating bird, and the Mad Hatter can be. They've even started hosting occasional events, like open mic nights for poetry and creative writing and music. All in the name of cultivating the arts in Wayward Pines! Such as it is. (It's definitely not an excuse for Jefferson and Rhi to snicker behind the counters.)

So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu. And enjoy the music (and the staff selected music). And... the company of the (occasionally, to varying degrees) helpful staff.

Comments

[sirnyxalot]

[Shortly after Cassian's call Nyx is stepping into the store and coming to an immediate halt as the decor assaults his eyes.

This is certainly not a place he'd ever walk in willingly on any other circumstances. He's the type to hang out in dingy dive bars, not fancy tea shops, and his outfit certainly makes him look out of place. But he's doing a favor for a friend so he bites his lip and finally lets the door close behind him.]

I hope this drink is worth it.

[ouzel]

It's worth it, don't worry.

[ The only one who's outfit doesn't look out of place is probably Jefferson; Cassian keeps to denim pants and button-up flannels, so it's definitely not him who matches the decor.

Either way, now that Nyx is here, Cassian can get on with making the drink (Jefferson doesn't make the drinks, unless they're tea and he's there, and he doesn't feel beleaguered by customers, which means Cassian makes the drinks, really. ]

[sirnyxalot]

[He feels better seeing Cassian similarly out of place. He strolls up to the counter and leans his hip against it, hands tucked into his pockets.]

So what am I even trying?

[royalpassport]

[ As if on cue, Jefferson steps out from the back office, where he probably retreated to sulk for a bit. Why is he being harassed so much over cocoa? It makes him want to take anything and everything with chocolate off the menu out of spite.

Arms crossed, he looks between Cassian and Nyx, from one to the other, then back again and--

Oh. To his credit, he manages not to make too startled a face at the sight of Nyx, because he recognizes him from... some vague memory that can't quite piece together yet. But he's pretty sure it involved nudity. Clearing his throat a little, he looks at Cassian again. ]

He's unbiased, right? Nonpartisan?

[ Sorry, Nyx, talking directly to you is too awkward right now. ]

[ouzel]

Hot chocolate. Good stuff, not that powdered just add water mierda you find at the store.

[ Okay what...was that expression, Jeff, because now Cassian is feeling self-conscious. Has he said or done something to indicate his level of personal interest in Nyx? Do the two of them (Jeff and Nyx) have previously-unrecalled history? Which really just leads to him standing a bit straighter and his eyebrows being less expressive.

It's like a proto-Cassian mask has slipped into place and it works so well it's difficult to tell it's a mask in the first place. ]

He's my friend, but he's only had the coffee. [ Which Jeff is NOT taking off the menu, so Cassian feels safe in pointing this out. ] Nyx this is Jefferson, my boss and the owner. Jeff this is Nyx, he works for your landlord at the gym.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx sees Jefferson and is too busy staring at him to notice Cassian's expression shift. He...recalls significantly less scarves. Less everything, in fact. He licks his lip, glancing away at the shop itself and crossing his arms.

Under his breath:]

Well, this is awkward.

[You know...an ex-girlfriend is one thing, but if he's going to be getting intimate memories of other people he'd rather have been an active participant in his own life.

It's fine. This is fine. It's not really a Thing if he doesn't make it one. He turns back, expression pleasant.]

I'm expecting literal magic here, you know.