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*It's late dusk, and there is a certain young-looking gothic lolita sitting at a table outside of Building 6, slowly sipping a cup of tea and flipping through a book.

If you pass by, you may get the very distinct sense that she is horribly judging you.*

(ooc: Geez, lots of people! And they probably all hate Rachel now. I'm going to bed, will resume tagging tomorrow!)

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I meant becoming visually familiar with the population, actually. It can be a useful thing to know here.

But is there anything you enjoy in particular?

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When made well, tea is most comforting.

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Well—I doubt you're alone in that thought.

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As do I. That would be foolish to assume.

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I doubt you have to be worried about that either.



If you're still bored later on, you could ask the journals about it.

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About tea?

What would the pedantic residents of this silly little birdcage know about truly exquisite tea?

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From the sounds of it, I'd guess they know more about tea than you know about them. That makes it worth a try, doesn't it?

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...perhaps. I am not optimistic.

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You might be surprised.



Either way, I wish you the best of luck.

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Luck is for those without the talent to change things themselves.

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Regardless, a little help can't hurt. Good evening, Miss Alucard.

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...good evening.