The Tea? Spilt // [Capricious/Open Blitz]

AUGUST
REVERIE

I always hated pomp. Ever since I was small, events like this was always too busy for me. Too loud for the thoughts to flow out into words into the notebook. Even at events like this, a high tea, that little book came everywhere. I would have been more cautious if it had been my old book but alas the Seventy Seventh filled that up completely. Starting anew has a relief; I wonder if gamemaking a second games has that same kind of weight lifting that this gave me. And, as the tables begin to fill, and small scones and cakes begin to populate the table, the once empty seats beside me begin to fill.

It's a shame that I was sat with the rest of the Gamemakers, not people who are different. And, although that was not an issue by it's own, it was when neither Venus or Vepar was around, neither was Blinkoe; knowing him, I wouldn't have been surprised if he was with his daughter or drinking. And yet, with that, the stumble into the seat next to me could have been mistaken for him.

Capricious King, the infamous mid-game replacement for the equally infamous Kinkade. "Of course I can Capricious," as I slid the sugar towards her. "I do hope that this tea is quite unlike that chaos that ensued from the Seventy Fifth. Wouldn't that be fun?"

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