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[makesmeatease]

Guess what time it is?

It's tea time. At least it is for Inara, who has a teapot in front of her. She's seated near the Observation Window, waiting for the tea to finish steeping. She looks deep in contemplation as she stares at the tea pot, until a waitrat skitters up to her, handing her several cups.

She smiles, taking the cups, the bangles on her arms jingling and jangling. "Xièxie nĭ."

Come join?





[honestly, open forever. i miss rping and i just wanna play and i never seem to be around when others are. so open forEVERRRRRR.]

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[missmarybennet]

Mary has pinned up her still-damp hair, ordered a cup of tea of her own (proper English tea) and carried it and her book and writing paraphanelia over to the tables near the Window.

She hesitates a little at the sight of the woman already seated in the vicinity. (A very exotic personage indeed, by Mary's measure.)

"Pardon me?" she ventures. "Will I be in your way if I sit here?"

She nods to the neighboring table.

The woman seems to have a number of cups. It's possible she's expecting a party.

[makesmeatease]

"Oh, no, not at all." Inara gestures at the table. "Please."

[missmarybennet]

"Thank you," Mary says with a polite bow. Made slightly awkward by all that she's carrying.

"You rather looked as if you were expecting a great deal of company," she explains as she sets down her things and pulls out a chair.

[makesmeatease]

"Oh, no." Inara glances at the cups in her hands before setting them down. "I just think you should always be prepared for new friends to join you."

[rabbitworthy]

Darius really can't pass by such a beautiful woman without comment, even if he doesn't quite look his best, his white uniform coated with a fine layer of coal dust.

"Having a party?"

[makesmeatease]

"Oh, no." Inara laughs, setting the cups down. "Just prepared for visitors."

[rabbitworthy]

"Any visitors in particular?

[gotham_knocking]

"No coffee?" Nothing wrong with tea. Other than it's not coffee.

[makesmeatease]

"Of course not." She wrinkles her nose with a smile. "Can barely stand the stuff."

[gotham_knocking]

"Too bad. But they make some pretty good blends here." None of which he actually drinks.

[notyetwritten]

Nearby, there's a man at another table enjoying his own cup. He's been looking out the Observation Window for some time now, but given his current mood - hopeful, for the first time in a long time - he's willing to be distracted.

So it is that Atrus eventually takes notice of the fellow tea-drinker next to him. He glances over his shoulder and smiles. "Hello."

[makesmeatease]

Inara looks up from pouring her cup of tea and smiles back. "Hello."

[notyetwritten]

He swirls his cup around. "It seems we each had the same idea."

[badinlatin]

Mal always knows when Inara's there, except when he doesn't.

(Bar tells him, when he goes to get his preferred brand of swill.)

"Hey, baobei."

[makesmeatease]

She smiles up at her husband as he walks up. "Hello."

[badinlatin]

"You hidin' out? There's no way I was snorin' as loud as you were makin' it out to be," he jibes, right before he sneezes.

At least he covers his mouth.

[mickandbono]

Jamie smiles at her as he looks over. She's very pretty. That he notices right off.

[makesmeatease]

Inara glances up and smiles back. "Hello."

[mickandbono]

"How are you doing Miss?"

[common_sellsword]

Bronn is leaning against the wall somewhere discrete and with a good view, looking out for potentially interesting people when he catches sight of Inara. Something about her piques his interest, and it's not just her beauty. She dresses in exotic finery befitting a noblewoman but something about her doesn't match that image.

In his experience, women like that can, and often do use a good bodyguard. Then again, she seems to be expecting company so for now he just watches and waits.

[makesmeatease]

She sets the extra teacups down and pours herself one, contemplating the steam that rises from the cup.

Company isn't expected, just welcome, and for now she settles back in her seat, nose close to the rim of her cup as she breathes in its vapor.

[common_sellsword]

It's been a good while since he was with a woman, and this one... This one is almost painfully beautiful. The only reason Bronn doesn't catch himself staring is a thoroughly practiced habit of not attracting attention.

Still, it would take someone much less perceptive than Inara not to notice the way he's watching her right now.

[filemyclaim]

Tea. Dixie hasn't had tea since she was a small girl at the mission, with milk, after her catechism classes. The smell of it draws her close. "If you wouldn't mind a little company, I could really use a cup of tea."

[makesmeatease]

"Absolutely." Inara smiles brightly and gestures at the chair nearest her. "Please, sit."

[filemyclaim]

Dixie does, inhaling the sweet aroma of the tea with clear ardor. "Smells quite fine. Herbal?" she wonders.