lostcarnival | OPEN: New Beginnings In Stranger Places

Who: Dr. Helen Magnus and [You]
When: Day 92
Where: Roaming around, a little lost
What: Arrival, getting her bearings, etc. etc.

Adventure was something Helen Magnus never shied from and exploring the vastness of the underground Sanctuary, far beyond those walls was something she couldn't deny herself. So it was that she found herself here, under contract to the Ringmaster with her eyes wide with wonder at it all. The lights and colours, the excitement, the darker elements shining through here and there. It was as familiar as it was alien and she drank it in with an eagerness she had long felt lacking. It stirred her as she moved through tents, passed people much like her who had joined perhaps years before her. A bright flash of a tail there, wings, glowing skin, all of these people becoming Abnormals or were in the beginning. The sheer fascination would have been enough, really.

"Excuse me?" she asked, reaching out to catch the attention of one of the people she had fallen into step with, "I seem to have found myself a bit lost. I was looking for the medical tent and I seem to have completely gotten myself turned around. If you could point me in the right direction, I'd be most grateful."

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After casting one look back at the kettle to make certain everything was still working and it was heating up, Strange walks over towards Helen's assortment of teas. Leaning over, he sniffs each of them in turn, making a bit of a show out of it. But if something smells a bit too pineappley or a bit too cinnamony then of course he wouldn't want to drink it! Granted, it might not be pineapple or cinnamon flavored but at least there's a higher chance that the tea that smells like cinnamon tasting like cinnamon than the tea that smells like oranges tasting like cinnamon.

Eventually, Strange points at one of the types of tea and pushes it out of the line-up: it's the one that smells like mint. "That one! Hopefully it tastes like it smells because it smells delicious. And don't worry, I haven't the slightest idea as to what these are either."

At that point, the kettle starts to whistle, so Strange walks back towards the oven to take it off the eye and turn off the heat. "Would you mind getting the tea set up?" he asks, over his shoulder.

"Fabulous," Helen says and wonders if she's being entirely too spontaneous. Everything in her life must be planned and now this? A life crisis, perhaps? Good lord.

"I suppose it's just tea, we'll either like it or make another to suit." She's already moving to set the cups up with a spoon each and find the sugar and milk, if wanted, and she warms the teapot with a swirl of hot water before emptying it and measuring out what should be the proper two-teaspoon-per-cup formula. She even manages to locate an actual tea tray, which is some minor miracle.

"All yours, Mr Strange."

Here's to hoping they shan't turn into cats or anything else for that matter. Would something minty be cat-like?

"There we are,

Taking his cup, Strange raises it to his lips, having decided to actually see how the tea tastes before adding in any sugar or milk. The result is...odd, shown as he scrunches up his face in concern. Thankfully, the tea is just tea. However, whatever plants were in tea mixture have made it so the tea tastes like mint chocolate instead of just mint. That's a flavor combination that Strange honestly doesn't have much experience with, so he takes another sip of the tea.

"It's not bad," he remarks, with a little frown. "It's simply odd. The tea tastes like chocolate as well, for some reason."

Helen took her own sip and pretty much made the same face. He was right, it wasn't terrible just not at all what one might expect in a tea. Her brown knits and then she laughs.

"It tastes more than a dessert than a tea," she says. "Perhaps I should have gotten the smaller cups so we could have a go at all of them. Or I could just find some good English tea. I was fairly certain I saw a tin back in there that said British Breakfast Royal tea."

Strange takes another sip, swishes it around his mouth for a moment, then adds in one of the sugar cubes. Why not, it's a dessert, desserts are sweet, let's see if making it sweeter would taste more desserty. He's normally not one for sweet things to begin with but, than again, this is the first time he's had mint chocolate tea.

"I don't mind it," he adds in, as he stirs the tea to dissolve the sugar. "Still, if you want to make a different cup for yourself, I shan't stop you. There should be enough water in the kettle and it's quite easy to reheat the water."

Having no idea if Helen came from a world with modern conveniences or not, Strange is assuming better safe than sorry. The stove is awesome though, he is a big fan of electricity, stoves, microwaves, and pretty much anything that elevates his absolute lack of cooking skills to slightly more impressive cooking skills.

OPEN: New Beginnings In Stranger Places

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