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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:44 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted:Dark Blue Description: Nauseating, Death, Gory, Guilt, Finality Your commentary on its flavour: How heartbreaking, Itoto thought, to be called away from a normal day in a normal setting into an abnormal place. A cold place. The face of reality or something of a nightmare that may once have been the boy's brother, looking more a monster than a corpse. Yet another terrible tea, one that left him gagging, and wishing for something sweeter to push the memory away.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:11 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Starts of bland, But then filled with apprehension, worry, followed by understanding, sorrow, guilt, and ending with regret. Your commentary on its flavour: He set the tea down slowly, waiting for the emotions to cease with a shake if his head. Mire was glad nothing like this happened to him... yet. He was not sure if he could handle it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:42 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark blue Description: Confusion, sadness, horror, and a little bit of self-blame Your commentary on its flavour: There was nothing he could think of that could be worse than feeling the failure of not protecting someone when they needed it most. Tiletk quietly turned the cup about trying to figure out what he'd just seen, trying to get image of the ruined face out of his head but it was stuck there. A price that was paid. But why was it a price? Why did that one person have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting someone on their own?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:53 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark blue Description: Hopelessness, numb, regret.. Your commentary on its flavour: It was too soon after having relived her own memories involving a car accident and a death, and she recoiled from the scene, eyes burning as her throat closed up with a pain that cut straight to her core. She knew how this felt. Acutely. Setting the cup down Coyote moved away from it, quickly, as of distance would make it any less painful.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:26 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Regret. So much regret. Guilt. Repression. Your commentary on its flavour: Fayre was overwhelmed with the sorrow and regret that she'd witnessed and felt upon experiencing the memory this tea gave her. She didn't want to feel any of that for long, and hoped that the goddesses planned to take this memory from her, as well. It wasn't hers, but she didn't want it - she didn't want to feel that much pain. That much regret. She set the cup down, and then brought it back up, and hugged it. As if somehow the gesture could soothe the memory of pain.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:29 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Shame and sadness. Your commentary on its flavour: Trebor slammed the cup down with a clatter. What kind of trick was this, anyway? Why did he have to watch someone so good inside, so innocent and strong, fold in on himself from the shock and pain of seeing something so painful? Why did bad things have to happen to good people? He felt angry. He couldn't place why, but the memory had left him so angry, because he couldn't do a damn thing about it. And he was so sorry for his helplessness.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:42 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep blue Description: Loss, Grief, Helplessness, Regret Your commentary on its flavour: She felt lost in an ocean of regret the instant that the heavy brew hit her tongue. It was a very unpleasant tea, one that had her slamming the cup down as soon as she'd taken a swallow. She could almost feel the horror wafting from the tea, almost feel the bitter sense of regret that roiled in her stomach. No, Shasa did not like the tea. It left her feeling saddened, as if she'd suffered a similar loss herself. It was not a pleasant tea.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:54 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cold Blue Description: The tea must have been left out, because it wasn't as hot. Cold almost. It had sick, slimy taste as he swallowed it down, dreading the result. The memory flickered in, the tone normal at the start with foreboding. Hushed classroom. Clack of footfalls that lead in and out of a room down to cold tiles. Leering eyes and hushed whispering. The black back against metal slabs. Waiting before the long pull of the zipper revealed hair, brow, eye, and the twisted, mangled mass. Impact. Heart drop. A nod. Rows and rows of fine print filled in in quiet. Should have been there. Should have been there. Should have been there. Your commentary on its flavour: He set the cup down, staring at the little flecks of tea clinging to the bottom. It left him hollow, cold, and the turning acid of regret the pinched the insides and chewed on his mind. His shoulders felt tight, tense, as if bending under a great weight that he couldn't shake off. There was a dread in that taste, and a dread now for what he did and did not have. The hollowness was also unsettling, since it was such a strange yet vital part that had an unexplainable knowledge he felt couldn't be replaced. He didn't want it, and while he wasn't sure why, the tea scared him the most.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:36 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: dark blue Description: a tea that was in the wrong place of the table Your commentary on its flavour: It was never the right place, the right time-- it rarely was. Now this teacup as well, seemed all wrong. Eyasa couldn't help but feel that maybe, she should be somewhere else by now, not just drinking tea. Like that memory.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:52 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Discomfort, Sadness, Pain, Regret, Blame Your commentary on its flavour: Ixb ached for the memory and felt a kinship with the emotions somehow. The sense of loss resonated with his own few memories. The helplessness was palpable.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:56 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Things that shouldn't be that simply are. Half there- yet still there, still existing. It goes down cold and leaves bitterness on his tongue, there is no aroma. Your commentary on its flavour: Beathe. The face was half there and he knew that half formed was less, worse, terrible. One needed to be whole and to be missing something like a face? He touched his own, and it was whole. The memory was not. It was broken. Just like that face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:44 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Loss, Regret, Guilt, Pain, Numbness Your commentary on its flavour: This tea, although an odd color, didn't look quite as intimidating as the last two. Shaw took a healthy swallow. He'd been wrong. It took him a few moments to be able to put that very real, very raw ache aside. The sense of loss was almost overwhelming, but so too was the numbness, the guilt. The macabre visual, that last look the owner had had of his sibling, was almost obscene. Cruel. It must have cost him, to walk into that soulless room, and stare down at that mangled thing that was the shell of something he'd once loved. It was brave, and selfless, but it was something that would likely change the way he looked at the world. He felt as if he'd trespassed upon something very private, this pain. Shaw sucked in a deep breath, burying his face in his hands.
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