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Everyone was mostly wacky in this club, it was quite stranger. As the people started pouring in she counted heads, oh my, that’s a lot of tea. Nevertheless, she poured tea into the cups in the tray one by one. Slowly but surely, keeping them at the perfect temperature. Once she was finished, the leader had already gained consciousness and there was a buzz. She was quite lost but didn’t care; she was quite a good listener.
Brooke went around the room offering tea and kind words, “settle down now and drink your tea, its truly relaxing.” Yes, the perfect time to distress. Yet she was darting like a bullet around the room, every person needed to have a tea cup in their hand. Hopefully that would pipe them down a notch. She noticed that Eliza had spilled her tea on someone, the one called Yuuma.
She rushed over and offered some ice wrapped in a cloth to him, “here, cool it down or it may get nasty. Eliza do you want more tea?” Brooke had already whipped up a cup from her tray and stretched it out to her. Then she walked over to the leader, handing her a cup of steaming tea too, “It might wake you up.” Her words were nice and smooth.
Her eyes were open, ready incase anybody got hurt. Who knew tea was such a weapon, maybe she should carry it around when walking home from the job.
Brooke went around the room offering tea and kind words, “settle down now and drink your tea, its truly relaxing.” Yes, the perfect time to distress. Yet she was darting like a bullet around the room, every person needed to have a tea cup in their hand. Hopefully that would pipe them down a notch. She noticed that Eliza had spilled her tea on someone, the one called Yuuma.
She rushed over and offered some ice wrapped in a cloth to him, “here, cool it down or it may get nasty. Eliza do you want more tea?” Brooke had already whipped up a cup from her tray and stretched it out to her. Then she walked over to the leader, handing her a cup of steaming tea too, “It might wake you up.” Her words were nice and smooth.
Her eyes were open, ready incase anybody got hurt. Who knew tea was such a weapon, maybe she should carry it around when walking home from the job.
The vapor came out of the tea pot as Brooke placed it softly on the tray, being careful to not shake the delicate cups that sat near. The door to the club room was slightly open, just a crack where light could come through. She ended up turning so her back faced the door, and pushing in gently for an entrance. Her gaze fell upon the sleeping club leader, and two other students. A smile was drawn on her lips as she set the tray on the small coffee table next to the bookcase.
Taking off her coat, she draped it over Yuzuru like a blanket. Even if they were the same age, Brooke carried an air of adulthood for a teenage girl. Wiser beyond her years they said, at least supposedly wiser beyond her years. Her soft hands wrapped around a hot tea cup, the girl blew on it gently. Then she would stretch out the cup, offering it to Yuuma.
She repeated the motion for Eliza, “it is English breakfast tea; I decided to try something new.” Her voice was like a fairy’s wings made of gossamer and dewdrops, always full of cheer. It had been a strange tea, not anything like the tea she prepared. Instead of being matcha, powdered green tea, it was contained in a little sack. And you let it soak for a few minutes in the water, certainly much faster than a tea ceremony.
It’s not like she did a ceremony since she was alone, she just liked to prepare the tea that way. The equipment had been bought when she was younger and figured in her prized possession. But this was the modern way, with theses little sac things. It was just a short little try; she could always make the green tea in a jiffy.
Taking off her coat, she draped it over Yuzuru like a blanket. Even if they were the same age, Brooke carried an air of adulthood for a teenage girl. Wiser beyond her years they said, at least supposedly wiser beyond her years. Her soft hands wrapped around a hot tea cup, the girl blew on it gently. Then she would stretch out the cup, offering it to Yuuma.
She repeated the motion for Eliza, “it is English breakfast tea; I decided to try something new.” Her voice was like a fairy’s wings made of gossamer and dewdrops, always full of cheer. It had been a strange tea, not anything like the tea she prepared. Instead of being matcha, powdered green tea, it was contained in a little sack. And you let it soak for a few minutes in the water, certainly much faster than a tea ceremony.
It’s not like she did a ceremony since she was alone, she just liked to prepare the tea that way. The equipment had been bought when she was younger and figured in her prized possession. But this was the modern way, with theses little sac things. It was just a short little try; she could always make the green tea in a jiffy.
What if you had a time machine? Or at least found one and could make use of it. Where would you go, and how would you fit in. Surely you'd find out that being in these places takes a little more that a walk to wikipedia. Here's what the history books never taught you..
So this shall be a time traveling roleplay as you can notice from the little intro above, but its also like a game. There shall be three objects the characters have to find in each time period to go home. And yes these periods shall be quite perilous, all your technology shall be stripped of you but your attire shall stay. Get prepared to turn some heads and make quick wardrobe changes incase they start lighting torches. The time periods will be suggested by the players and I will compile a list and get an order of which we shall visit. You can also suggest the objects needed to find or any ideas in the others section of the CS.
Happy Traveling!
~Pepper
So this shall be a time traveling roleplay as you can notice from the little intro above, but its also like a game. There shall be three objects the characters have to find in each time period to go home. And yes these periods shall be quite perilous, all your technology shall be stripped of you but your attire shall stay. Get prepared to turn some heads and make quick wardrobe changes incase they start lighting torches. The time periods will be suggested by the players and I will compile a list and get an order of which we shall visit. You can also suggest the objects needed to find or any ideas in the others section of the CS.
Happy Traveling!
~Pepper
Appearance: Clicky
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Cyan Blue
Skin-tone: Pale with pinkish undertones
Name: Brooke Gilbert
Age: 17
History:Born and raised in a family with money and expectations for their children, well at least expectations for the eldest son. Inheriting everything from the parents, leaving the sister to be taught to act like a housewife. This is why she has become a caretaker, though taught in the martial arts from her brother when he still had the time in his hands. The company started to lose money around the beginning of her freshman year, and she started to take up part time jobs ever since. But with prideful parents she spun different identities, some from even old books that were beloved to her. They never asked money from anybody, but her father got into debts and now struggling to pay everything. At the end of such year of high school, the girl was sent off to her aunt's to be able to continue her schooling. Her aunt still possessed money, and only had a sickly son that was still in elementary. Brooke nursed the child, and in return she was able to get an education. At school she was like a second mother to everyone, offering advice and care, helping her earn the official title, well partly official title, of "The Maid".
Personality: A girl of refined manners, and a pristine heart, who cares for all shapes, sizes, genders, and no matter if they are evil or good. Some picture her as wise, as she advices most of who she knows. After her childhood was spent learning how to keep a home, she certainly loves cleaning the place up. Mostly due to the fact she can't stand it when it’s messy, even when it’s just an item that has been left somewhere else or something that has been accidentally tipped over. Her attire is usually not shabby, long skirts and blouses even if at home. Very sweet and understanding, she knows when others need space and when they need someone to talk to. Brooke is the type to feel good after good deeds, a sort of tingle in her heart. But she isn't overly touchy with others; maybe she'll even ask permission for a hug or give a friendly but spacey handshake. One thing is that she likes to groom herself a lot, she fixates on her image. But she'd never scrutinize someone over theirs, she may ask if they want a makeover or assume they hopped out of bed looking like that. Her nose is usually in a book, she likes to read novels with female protagonists. Claiming they have so much more relevant plots, at least plots she is interested in. Yet romance for her is but flowers in a vase, look at but don't touch. Then the flowers will die from all that messing around with them, just like any relationship.
Likes: Cats, books, flowers, neat rooms, color coded pencils and pens, the color gray, young children, caring for others, reading aloud, and the rain.
Dislikes: Dirty clothes, dust, "to be continued", spring allergies, heat, fish (eating it).
Other: ~
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Cyan Blue
Skin-tone: Pale with pinkish undertones
Name: Brooke Gilbert
Age: 17
History:Born and raised in a family with money and expectations for their children, well at least expectations for the eldest son. Inheriting everything from the parents, leaving the sister to be taught to act like a housewife. This is why she has become a caretaker, though taught in the martial arts from her brother when he still had the time in his hands. The company started to lose money around the beginning of her freshman year, and she started to take up part time jobs ever since. But with prideful parents she spun different identities, some from even old books that were beloved to her. They never asked money from anybody, but her father got into debts and now struggling to pay everything. At the end of such year of high school, the girl was sent off to her aunt's to be able to continue her schooling. Her aunt still possessed money, and only had a sickly son that was still in elementary. Brooke nursed the child, and in return she was able to get an education. At school she was like a second mother to everyone, offering advice and care, helping her earn the official title, well partly official title, of "The Maid".
Personality: A girl of refined manners, and a pristine heart, who cares for all shapes, sizes, genders, and no matter if they are evil or good. Some picture her as wise, as she advices most of who she knows. After her childhood was spent learning how to keep a home, she certainly loves cleaning the place up. Mostly due to the fact she can't stand it when it’s messy, even when it’s just an item that has been left somewhere else or something that has been accidentally tipped over. Her attire is usually not shabby, long skirts and blouses even if at home. Very sweet and understanding, she knows when others need space and when they need someone to talk to. Brooke is the type to feel good after good deeds, a sort of tingle in her heart. But she isn't overly touchy with others; maybe she'll even ask permission for a hug or give a friendly but spacey handshake. One thing is that she likes to groom herself a lot, she fixates on her image. But she'd never scrutinize someone over theirs, she may ask if they want a makeover or assume they hopped out of bed looking like that. Her nose is usually in a book, she likes to read novels with female protagonists. Claiming they have so much more relevant plots, at least plots she is interested in. Yet romance for her is but flowers in a vase, look at but don't touch. Then the flowers will die from all that messing around with them, just like any relationship.
Likes: Cats, books, flowers, neat rooms, color coded pencils and pens, the color gray, young children, caring for others, reading aloud, and the rain.
Dislikes: Dirty clothes, dust, "to be continued", spring allergies, heat, fish (eating it).
Other: ~
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