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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:35 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Disbelief, Fear, Anxiety, Annoyance Your commentary on its flavour: Acerola tasted something that was almost like curiosity...one of two people talked about seeing something, an the other not believing. Acerola felt a pang of recognition at the mention of the shadowy figures...maybe she knew something about them at some point? The fear and anxiety grew and grew as Acerola kept tasting the tea. She hoped whoever it was would finally be able to find someone who DID understand.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:43 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Maroon Description: Sweaty and cold anxiety, lingering with uncertainty and confusion Your commentary on its flavour: This was unlike the other blends he had tasted. It reeked of fear, and he had to feel for whoever "LuckyBreak" was. The other one kept tearing him down, and if someone had been deriding his own theories, he wouldn't have bothered talking to someone like that . . . He hoped wherever LuckyBreak went, it was someplace better--and that he found his answers safely.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:10 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: dark red Description: The tea is looming, its presence a slow, careful spread across her tongue. It tastes of cardamom. It is a slow, lazy curl in her mouth before ending abruptly and the after-taste is bitter and sharp. Your commentary on its flavour: Licraesa watches the text scroll by, reading it in time to the thud of her yellow-blue heart. It's hard to read, to understand the written (typed) slang, with unknown names and contexts she's not privy to. But he types the word shadows and it sends a lance through her gut, he uses the word shadows and it's a harbinger for the loss of his mind. She reads until her eyes hurt, she reads until she's sitting on the edge of her chair, fingers clutching the teacup so tightly it might shatter, she reads until the very last word and her heart drops like a stone. He said these thoughts resulted in him becoming a hunter, but it looked as though hunter was synonymous to death. Licraesa dabs her mouth with a napkin and pushes the teacup away. She does not mourn for a man taken by the darkness, but she does not celebrate it, either. He had not been strong enough. Only the strong survive.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:13 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Red Description: Confusion, Desperation, Fear Your commentary on its flavour: It was a strange memory. Shaw didn't recognize the software buzzing across the computer's screen, but the memory's owner did, and he felt like he was taking in events almost secondhand- like the text was a script to some play, and the stage was the tiny, dumpy apartment with the window that looked out onto desolation. It left him feeling uncomfortable; anxious. He resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Shadow people? His next thought was truly worrying. People like us?
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 7:13 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Carmine Description: Unease, uncertainty, panic, fear, desperation. Your commentary on its flavour: She was thankful that the tea's creator understood this strange format of speaking, because she didn't in the slightest, and regarded it with the mild curiosity that one might apply to something that was 'neat' at best. The words that they exchanged between each other were not very kind, and she couldn't determine if they were friends or something different entirely. They knew each other - and they'd lost one of their own - and she felt a little afraid along with him. And a little more afraid. Then a lot more afraid. She grew more and more annoyed with the K-named person, wishing that he would see how afraid he was, help him somehow. He needed help. Why was he making fun of him? She clutched the teacup and frowned. Maybe it was a good thing he quit for the last time. That person had been so rude.
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