Debut! OTA

May. 12th, 2015 09:08 pm
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Lowell hadn't been back in London for long, and it was still weird going back to his old haunts and seeing them with new eyes. Maybe it was experience. Maybe it was the not-quite-alive thing. Maybe it was the shifting personality thing. Yeah, it was definitely just the zombie thing.

The worst of it was the food; nothing tasted the same. In fact, nothing tasted like much of anything at all. Before coming out today he'd made an attempt to make something resembling egg salad out of brains, and it had just tasted like... brains. Though worse was that they were unknown brains, and so he figured some new and exciting personality or set of memories would kick in soon. How this had become so rote he had no idea. At least he'd laid down a track last night while he was feeling like himself.

And maybe it was this desire for normalcy that had him at his favorite cafe in the city, sitting outside in the sunshine (at least he didn't burn despite the fact that his skin was practically translucent) drinking tea. Even if the tea tasted like hot water.

He carried a bottle hot sauce around with him wherever he went, and he pulled it out of his messenger bag now and shook some of it into his earl grey before taking a drink.

Ugh. Why did he even bother.

Date: 2015-05-13 05:49 am (UTC)
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"Huh. I thought it was just black people who put hot sauce in everything."

The observation was made with gentle humor from someone who was just as if not more translucent. But Sunny had been born that way and had never known anything else, so she'd got used to it.

She'd been about to pass the guy and keep going, but... well. How often did you see someone put hot sauce in their tea? Ignoring that she had no idea how that must taste, she hadn't thought anybody on this island liked anything spicy.

Date: 2015-05-16 01:16 am (UTC)
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"I'll pass," Sunny answered, not in the slightest offended. If anything, she was watching his reaction, since... really, it wasn't too unlike what she was used to from people. But he tried to respond like nothing was weird--even if she'd put him in a bit of a tight spot with her joke--"Admittedly, I've never tried before. Do regularly put cayenne pepper in hot chocolate, though."

Date: 2015-05-19 05:27 am (UTC)
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Sunny grinned. "My goodness, am I hearing a local admit to the blandness of the British palate?" The question of whether or not she should sit was in her approach, a hand hovering near the back of an empty chair.

Date: 2015-05-23 08:05 am (UTC)
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"Fortunately there's plenty else in the world that's not boiled until all the flavor's been leeched out," Sunny quipped as she pulled out the chair and sat down. It was a stereotype, she knew, but she couldn't help poking fun all the same.

Date: 2015-05-14 06:50 pm (UTC)
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With his right hand still in a cast and pressed to his chest, Hannibal sat down at a table in this rather quaint café. It was close to his practice and the walk there did him well. Also, it prevented him from having to make and pour his own coffee.

He choose this table because a young man sitting at the table opposite it drew him. Or rather, repelled him. There was a rotten smell about him, something deceased, as if he was carrying a dead little animal under his shirt.

He didn't speak to him though, until he poured hot sauce into his tea.

"Is it that bad?" He asked, pleasantly enough. "They do have other variants of tea if you're not pleased with your choice."

Date: 2015-05-15 02:47 pm (UTC)
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"Still," Hannibal remarked. "Seems a strange way to take ones tea. Does the flavour compliment?" He asked, as if genuinely curious.

Date: 2015-05-19 03:23 pm (UTC)
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"Or a monotheistic palate. Only believes in one flavour," Hannibal joked lightly.

Date: 2015-05-21 11:00 am (UTC)
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"I would argue there's a difference between 'a lot of spice' and hot sauce. Lacks... a bit of refinement," Hannibal argued. It also lacked any sense. No, there was something else going on here. "There are strong herbal tea's that are famed for their spiciness," he offered.

Date: 2015-05-16 09:34 am (UTC)
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"I've seen a lot of things but that takes the cake. Are you even English?" Jack teased, his own coffee in a to go mug. He turned and his coat billowed out, opening enough to show his dark blue braces against his blue shirt.

Date: 2015-05-17 04:27 am (UTC)
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"Thanks," Jack replied, laughing at the thought of a tea gene. He switched his cup from one hand to the other and offered to shake, his palm warm from the coffee.

"Captain Jack Harkness," he said, his voice warm and seductive as he introduced himself.

Date: 2015-05-20 03:54 am (UTC)
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"Call me Jack," he replied. Then he gestured to the chair. Even though he had a to go cup he asked, "Is this seat taken?"

Date: 2015-05-20 11:38 pm (UTC)
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"Anyone who puts hot sauce in their tea is worth getting to know," Jack grinned.

Date: 2015-05-21 01:24 am (UTC)
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"Fierce," he repeated with a smile. "I've heard it called that before...but only in the right clubs," he chuckled.

Date: 2015-05-21 08:08 am (UTC)
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"You're a musician? I was always told to stay away from musicians," Jack teased, then cocked his head. "I've never really taken advice like that."

Date: 2015-05-21 11:52 pm (UTC)
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"Is that the reason? Are you sure it's not that it won't fit in the overhead compartment?" Jack laughed.

Date: 2015-05-21 02:37 am (UTC)
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Dutch was hungover, which wasn't exactly surprising. She'd seen Jade last night, and that tended to mean a long night filled with many mind-altering substances. She was hiding her hangover behind sunglasses as she went out for coffee, dressed in a thin leather jacket thrown over a Ramones tee and some skinny black jeans. She was walking into the café when she noticed the weird bloke adding tabasco to his tea... and then did a double take when she recognised the weirdo.

Who hadn't been a weirdo last time she'd seen him, despite the regrettable fact that she could only call the music he made as pop.

"I don't know where you disappeared off to," she stated, wincing slightly behind her sunglasses, "but did they teach you to do that to perfectly good tea?"

Date: 2015-05-21 03:55 am (UTC)
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"I do. Give me a second, I badly need some coffee," she told him, with a small smirk, then headed inside the shop. She came back out a couple of minutes later and took that offered seat, hands cradling a tall mug of lovely caffeine, with added sugar. "So, I wanna say Chris, but I'm not sure if I have that right?" She was trying to remember his name. It had been a while, and - she met lots of people.


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