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entrancelogs2015-03-19 09:22 pm
undealt) wrote in entrancelogs2015-03-19 09:22 pm
from the time we're very young, we're taught the truth is something precious...
Who: Gold AND YOU. and also some tea and some hard truths. possibly some humble pie by request.
Where: A Tea Room.
When: March 18th
Rating: PG
Summary: Gold says FUCK THIS EVENT NONSENSE and tries to have tea. This goes as well as one might expect.
The Story:
The entire eighth floor resembles Neverland and Gold doesn't like it. He's absolutely certain that if Pan were here, he'd be having a laugh about now, and, not for the first time, Gold's thrilled to death that he's gone off somewhere.
However, that doesn't really make his treehouse situation better. The wings he most certainly could do without and once they've dried and fallen off on his usual walk through the hills, he considers his options. Going back to his room is out of the question- there's no hope for getting any work done there- and, for the most part, the mansion seems to have settled into its usual event panic.
Tea, he thinks. Tea is the solution.
Fortunately, the tea room he selects looks relatively unscathed, so this is where he settles himself for the afternoon, sipping tea nonchalantly, reading a book, and being completely unaware that he has stepped into his worst nightmare.
Where: A Tea Room.
When: March 18th
Rating: PG
Summary: Gold says FUCK THIS EVENT NONSENSE and tries to have tea. This goes as well as one might expect.
The Story:
The entire eighth floor resembles Neverland and Gold doesn't like it. He's absolutely certain that if Pan were here, he'd be having a laugh about now, and, not for the first time, Gold's thrilled to death that he's gone off somewhere.
However, that doesn't really make his treehouse situation better. The wings he most certainly could do without and once they've dried and fallen off on his usual walk through the hills, he considers his options. Going back to his room is out of the question- there's no hope for getting any work done there- and, for the most part, the mansion seems to have settled into its usual event panic.
Tea, he thinks. Tea is the solution.
Fortunately, the tea room he selects looks relatively unscathed, so this is where he settles himself for the afternoon, sipping tea nonchalantly, reading a book, and being completely unaware that he has stepped into his worst nightmare.