thegreatlibrary | Welcome to the Tea Party

Who: Open Post!
What: A trip through L-Space
Where: The library and then Wonderland
Warnings: None that can be thought of at the current moment

[It is a lovely day on the grounds of the Library, dear Patrons, but that is not why you are here today. Each of you has, in your own world, received an invitation with very specific directions. It has brought you to the Library, up to the second floor, along to the 33rd row, second shelf, and 27 books along. Perhaps some of you recognise the book, perhaps you do not. It doesn't matter either way. The invitation you received bids you to open the book to chapter 7, page 60.]

[Once doing so, you find yourself removed from the library and someplace altogether very different. It is a bright land, filled with colours and amazing sights. You are invited to walk down a cobbled together path, through the gate and towards the very long table which is all laid out with all manner of things. Various tea-pots and cups litter the surface, and there are cakes, and sandwiches, and other snack type foods. The smells of tea are varied, and you will always be able to find the right brew for yourself]

[That is, of course, except for every so often when the table will just reset itself and everything will be moved around and not where you expect it to be. If something is sitting on the table during a reset? It will be moved, there are no exceptions to this. However, it is hoped you will enjoy your day]

[Welcome, dear patrons, to a mad tea party]

Threaded | Flat

[There is a scruffy looking young gamin sitting at one of the chairs at the table. He picks up a cup near to him, and sniffs at the nearest tea pot. It doesn't smell bad he reckons, an' it would be a waste just to not use any of this stuff... He pours - with some spills - some tea for himself a sips at it. There's a nod]

Not bad.

[By and large, it's exactly the lovely little sort of break Ophelia could use. By and large, for all its a bit frenetic and overwhelming, it's actually a quite relaxing thing to be at a tea party the size of nearly the entire court of Denmark.

But, at the moment, Ophelia seems to be just a bit put out by something or other. She'd left her seat for only a moment, to examine a rather peculiar patch of flowers growing just beyond the ring of seats, and when she'd returned?]

--where is it?

[Time to rummage carefully among finger sandwiches and pots of tea, it would seem.]

[It isn't that Henry is so utterly out of touch with this sort of thing. It isn't that his mother had never scrubbed him up as a child and shoved him into ridiculously formal clothing for a small boy and dragged him here or there to carefully hold a teacup worth more than his life.

It's just that he's been at sea just a bit too long now not to frown at the table for a few minutes before leaning over to the closest body next to him.]

--which cup do you use? Left or right?

[Faramir sits quietly, watching the proceedings with a bemused smile. He looks out of place, with a lordly, military bearing better suited to a great hall and his hands more likely to be holding a sword, or at least goblet, instead of a small ceramic teacup. But when a small, mouselike creature lifts his head and reveals himself to be hiding inside a teapot, apparently drunk on tea, he laughs outright.]

Truly, this place is full of surprises.

[Here's the thing, the Dodger hadn't actually read the letter. He wasn't much good at the whole reading thing, and most of his attempts just made him angry. What had happened was that he followed someone who came this way, and found himself... well...]

It ain't London, that fer sure

[He picked up one of the cakes at the table, sniffing it as if to inspect it]

Gavroche | Les Misérables

Ophelia | Hamlet

Henry Wellard | Hornblower

Faramir | Lord of the Rings

The Artful Dodger | Oliver Twist