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[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

_{[There's Rei, sitting in her impromptu campsite, going through the remains of the groceries she'd gotten from the wishing. She snaps her fingers in frustration.]}

I'm out of tea. I don't suppose any of you have some?

Comments

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

Why would you want tea? Get, like, a frappuccino!

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

A what?

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

Coffee.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

Oh. Coffee.

I don't really care for it.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

You like tea over coffee?

That's so lame, sis.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

WHat? Tea is a much better, much more versatile drink. I mean, if you like coffee, that's fine, but you get a much larger variety in teas.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

No way! Go to Starbucks!

Tea sucks, that's why I threw it into the habor. [ And because of taxes but whatever. ]

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

What's Starbucks? _{Crazy Americans.}

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

... You don't know? What kind of world are you from?

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

I'm from Japan.

[sheroic.livejournal.com]

Japan doesn't have Starbucks?

Even after I helped her open up and taught her baseball, she still has so much to learn! Look, I'll totally get a Starbucks here and you won't be deprived any more!

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

I have managed to find some here and there.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

Oh, you have? Where?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

In our vanishing houses.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

Vanishing...houses?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

You haven't seen them? They're the buildings with beds and kitchens.

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

I don't have any, but you can ask the birds. They actually do room service around here.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

So I have to ask the birds...?

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

I-I know it sounds crazy, but it works...

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

It does sound crazy.

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll prove it...

*she looks around, spotting a bird*

Hey, can you get me some food, please?

*and... the bird flaps off in response*

... it'll take a little bit.

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

I'm sure someone has it somewhere.

All I've got are some canned goods buried for safe-keeping.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

You buried them?

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

Yep! The architecture around here isn't very consistent, and I didn't want 'em where anyone could find 'em so I dug a hole.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

How're you going to remember where exactly you buried it though? Some sort of landmark, I assume?

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

Hopefully a landmark that'll stay intact.

[uberlikehermama.livejournal.com]

No, sorry.

But there has to be some somewhere, right?

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

Hopefully I'll find some...I find a nice cup of tea can be very relaxing.

[uberlikehermama.livejournal.com]

I'll keep a look out for some and let you know if I find any, okay?

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

I'd be very grateful if you did.

[uberlikehermama.livejournal.com]

Okay then! I will.

My name's Vivio. What's yours?

[burns-things.livejournal.com]

I'm in a completely different dimension and yet I still have to hear people talk about tea.

[marsmakeup.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with tea?

[burns-things.livejournal.com]

Nothing, really, but it does bring up some very annoying memories from home.

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

I have some leaves, yup.