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As the many multiversal guests are gated in, singly or in groups, a crowd slowly begins to form in the entry hall. Lioncourt looks up from her meditation break and claps her hands twice: in moments, a dozen automaton servants file out from the adjoining rooms, hands of gleaming white porcelain holding equally elegant china tea-sets. A pair of the automatons open the doors at the far end of the hall, revealing a tiered rose garden, the stone benches dotted here and there ringing a large central clearing.

"Tea is served, either here or in the gardens: I would appreciate it, however, if some of my guests might proceed onward so as to reduce crowding."

Date: 2015-06-09 02:01 pm (UTC)
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He takes the tea, awkwardly thanks the automaton, and wanders off.

Date: 2015-06-13 11:28 pm (UTC)
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Glen notices him admiring the automaton. After finishing her current conversation, she wanders over to say hello.

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