UN: oolong

[ohgoodgrief]

Where's the best place to buy tea?

...Also can anyone make good tea? If you're a student, there's extra credit involved.

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[ohgoodgrief]

Tea from the body of a god? Of archivists? Good grief! I never even imagined something like that.

...Is it pretty good?

[peace_keeper]

It's not made from the body of the god. We just use his body as a warehouse. I'm actually not sure where it actually is grown.

It is very good, though.

[ohgoodgrief]

He must charge some interesting rent...

I'll have to try some. I can't pass that up.

[peace_keeper]

He has been dead for fourteen thousand years. God corpses do not decay, unfortunately, and we needed the space.

[ohgoodgrief]

There is a comfort in knowing that even the mightiest will become storage space with the passage of enough time.

[peace_keeper]

Indeed.

In any case, I would be willing to share some of my tea in the name of building trust between faculty members.

[ohgoodgrief]

I would be very grateful if you did!

[peace_keeper]

Then I shall bring some for you. Where can you be found?

[ohgoodgrief]

I'm in my office at the moment.

[peace_keeper]

A moment then.

[A minute or two later there is a 6'2" ceramic statue filled with divine fire and eyes at your office with tea paraphernalia.]

[ohgoodgrief]

[...well, all told, Yang did not expect this.

He blinks at White Chain for a few seconds, eyes focusing and unfocusing, and then he breaks out into a smile. A statue is bringing him tea that's in a god's corpse that sense become a stockroom.

This is his life, now.]

Oh, er... thank you. Please, have a seat? Uh, if you'd like.

[His office looks freshly moved in. His desk is clear -- there's a picture of him with a group of friends from the academy on it, and his laptop, but little else. The room has a lot of cardboard boxes, though, with tons of books. Yang's been making it feel at home by failing to unpack.]