Welcome to the Tea Party | Mitya

[Deidra McKay]

Now, who would ever think of having a tea party in the training rooms, mhmm? Well, someone did. A smaller, thin form walked along the halls with a large picnic basket in her hands. She knew that she was scheduled to be in one of the power training rooms today, and that her trainer was supposed to be Mr. Makarov. She didn't really know much about him, hence why she had the tea. What a better way to get to know someone than sit down and have a good chat over the best drink ever! She even had an assortment of little cookies and things for them to snack on. Deidra thought it was a brilliant idea, of course, she would. She wasn't exactly dressed like someone going to power training, no. Her bell bottom jeans and autumn orange coat gave the girl a little more... presence than she would usually have. While she loved being as short as she was sometimes it was a pain.

Deidra walked down the hall, finding the room which she was supposed to be in. It was very very empty, which made her frown. Well! They wouldn't be having tea on the floor, no way! She carefully set the basket down and went to look for a rable and chairs. In the room next to her there was a small table and several chairs, of which she only needed two. One at a time she moved them over to the room she was going to be in. With a satisfied nod Deidra went back over to grab her basket with all it's wonderful yummies.

From inside she pulled a creme table cloth and set it over the table. After that she pulled out an electric kettle and a pair of thin shelled tea cups. Under each she placed a saucer with a small spoon. Then came the creme and sugar, and a plate full of all sorts of delicious cookies. After that she placed a basket full of tea packets in the center of the table. Perfect! The girls long hands easily cracked open a water bottle [some expensive purified water] and dumped it into the kettle so that it would be hot when her trainer arrived. This is going to be perfect! She thought to herself.

[Mitya Makarov]

The trainer's notes said that his student for the next hour or so was called Deidra, and that her power involved illusions. It wasn't what he was used to, but he could work with just about anything. He hoped. Besides, he didn't much feel like throwing either her or himself into intense sort of training right away when he didn't really know her. Something the Russian school had never caught on to was that students were individuals who each learned differently. Instead of taking the sensible, Hammel approach with small classes of students, the group training sessions were often brutal and, unfortunately, ineffective.

Not wanting to send himself into paranoid sweating fits right before his class, he focused on what he was going to do that day instead of allowing that horrible cycle to start, the one where he made himself feel like a coward for leaving his students in Russia which inevitably ended in him staying up all night staring at one single spot on the ceiling.

Pushing open the door to his training room, he was quite puzzled at what he saw. Was this even the right room? Check again... And it was. How to even respond to -- Was she making tea?

"Miss Tamren, yes?" he asked, just in case it was she who was lost and not just him. "I... I don't know if this is... entirely appropriate..." Although... random tea party in the middle of the school day. It was very, very tempting. If slightly unorthodox.

[Deidra McKay]

She was humming slightly when the door opened just a titch. Someones head poked in, then out. She didn't know who it was so she didn't worry. It wasn't her trainer. Only a few minutes later the door opened again and someone cam in, who the girl guessed was her trainer.

" Miss Tamren yes?" He asked. She frowned slightly. Did she forget to put her last name on the sheet? She didn't think people knew her last name, for the most part anyway. She sighed internally.

" Well, kind of. I think I wrote my name incorrectly on the paper. Tamren is my middle name. Miss McKay is what I think you would be looking for. But you can just call me Deidra!" the teap pot made a noice, saying that the water was hot enough now for proper tea. She stood there for a moment while he said something about tea not being appropriate. How could that be so? It was one of her favorite past times and was entirely appropriate for meeting new people. Mr. Makarov was just standing there, like he was unsure what to do. What, was she going to have to speel it out in neon letters?

" Well, come on then! It's only tea. And of course it's appropriate. Tea is the best way to get to know someone! Are you one of those poor people who's been deprived of tea parties all their life?" Okay, so maybe she was overstepping her bounds just a little, but the girl was irrepressible.

[Mitya Makarov]

She didn't respond well to the name he'd used, and he double-checked the hand-written notes he'd hastily stuffed in his pocket. He had a pretty bad memory for names at the best of times. Meeting a new student was never the best of times. And there her name was as plain as day: Deidra Tamren McKay. A slight blush threatening to turn his face a pretty pink shade, he stuffed the paper back into his suit jacket.

"Ah, my apologies, Miss McKay," he said, despite the fact that she had said he could address her by her first name instead. He was still trying to figure out why his student was making tea, too busy doing that to register anything else. Was he hallucinating? He had been in the company of a pixie dust producer earlier in the day... Did it usually take so long to have an effect? He couldn't recall. Whatever the case, this was the most unusual start to a class he'd ever had. And they weren't even two minutes in.

Raising an eyebrow, he folded his arms. "Well, that question certainly was inappropriate. Miss McKay, I like tea as much" Or even more than. "as the next person, but we are here to help you to control and strengthen your power. I am not certain that tea will do that..." Even if he couldn't find any good way to incorporate tea to the lesson, he still stepped closer and stood right next to the table, as though worried that the chair would attack him if he sat down on it.

[Deidra McKay]

She waved him off, seeing that his face was starting to turn a wonderful shade of pink. She wasn't really trying to be a little saucebox but it was in her nature. She was as mercurial as a sea of quicksilver really. And once the girl decided on something there was no stopping her. She huffed slightly at the fact that he was going to insist on calling her miss McKay. It was so formal, ugh. That was something she really didn't like to much at all. Formality angered her. On the table her teapot was whining in the most annoying fashion, demanding to be let to cool. She wrinkled her nose for a moment, and tried to shush the thing unsuccessfully.

" Ungrateful device, shush yourself!" she finally said to it, aghast. It was a wonder she had any patience left when all her things choose not to cooperate. As the man moved closer she moved to the side, trying to get him to move closer.

" I'm glad you enjoy tea, and I'm sorry my remark ruffled you. Sometimes..." read: all of the time, "....sometimes I don't think about the things they say. You know? I just say them. Theres a name for it...if I can just think of it..." She was stumped into silence for a moment as she placed a few more dainties on the wonderful tray she had arrayed. Deidra as waiting for the man to sit down, or something. Just standing there was really quite un-nice, especially when she had made tea.

" Ahh! I don't truth-slant. Ever. It's called, uh,.. oh! Radical Honesty. Not something I folllow as the concept but it's part of who I am." Even as she spoke it showed. Every thought that passed through her head seemed to be sped right out of her mouth without a filter.

" Anyway, tea is good. And I can practice my power... I don't know. I can make indoor fireworks or some such thing. I've been working on more elaborate illusions lately by trying to combine senses that I'm affecting."

[Mitya Makarov]

She was quite a character, he had quickly decided. It was the nicest way he could think of her. "Crazy as a rabid squirrel" wasn't exactly kind and he didn't think she would appreciate the classic "mad as a hatter" either. Not that he was actually going to say any of these things directly to her. Now that would be unprofessional. As was, he felt, calling her by her first name, but she really seemed to dislike the idea of him continuing to call her Miss McKay, as she huffed and puffed about it for a while. Or maybe that was the kettle he was hearing. In any case... he still hadn't reconciled the situation in his mind yet.

'Like' was also something of an understatement when it came to Mitya and tea, so he simply murmured 'uh-huh' and unfolded his arms, a hand on the back of the chair in front of him. Was he about to give up? Absolutely. One slightly unorthodox lesson with one slightly unorthodox student wasn't going to kill him, after all.

Sitting down now in front of the tray, the bemused expression hadn't quite left his face, even when she suggested things she could do to make the day even scrape by as a lesson. Sighing, he nodded. "It would give me a good indication of your power," he conceded. "You can show me your illusions, how you work them and we'll choose an area - a sense - to improve upon." Fireworks was a brilliant idea. Real fireworks stimulated multiple senses, and it would be interesting to see just how real she could make them.

[Deidra McKay]

Mr. Makarov sat down and Deidra sort of gave a little clap of delight. The last time she had made tea for her trainer the woman had been so afronted she just left, leaving Deidra to her own devices. She had switched trainers then, and that man was slightly more personable than the one before. It was hard for her to stick to someone for any length of time. Actually, Deidra rather liked swiching traines and decided maybe she should try to sign up for someone different each time instead of the same person. Mny points of view couldn't hurt right?

The russian man seemed amused, and slightly mollified when she said she would try someting to use her power. Which she would of course, but it would be slightly more mischievious than fireworks. Although, the would be a good distraction if she could pull it off. She was only able to do two senses perfectly at the time, and o start off with it wouldn't be a good idea to push it and look faulty in what she did know.

She he poured him a cup of hot water, leaving him to choose from the many types of tea and the other sugars, honey, and creamer she had hiding in her litle basket. Then he sat down, picking up a dinty and chewing on its fruity good ness. The girl could use her powers without moing, but sometimes the movements she did helped her focus on what she was dong. So she swirled her fingers and flicked them, letting miniature fireworks blasts shoot all over the room. There was no sounds, but the colors were bright and it felt like there were fireworks there, the "soundswve" feeling rolling over them ith each small explosion. This would set her up for some of the other, more fun things she lanned to do.

Oh poor Mitya. Tea just might never be enough to cover the pranks this little girl had in mind.

[Mitya Makarov]

Well, if nothing else, she was... eager, he finally settled on after cycling through some inappropriate English words and about a few dozen Russian words of varying severity which were all fairly hard to translate. Water was poured generously into his cup, and it was only when he was actually seated that he realised there was a whole specialist shop's worth of tea sitting there. Ugh, what would he choose? Was there anything normal there? He didn't quite understand all the different varieties of tea. He was used to having a limited selection, and he was fine with that. But these? Berries, grassy-looking plants, citrus fruits... he didn't dare just pick one at random for fear of finding one he really did not like. Picking out a rather okay-looking peppermint variety, he let it brew, still feeling somewhat awkward. They definitely did not do it like this back home...

Watching her illusions intently, he was rather impressed with the visuals and the feeling of the fake fireworks, although it wasn't exactly perfect, He had expected heat from lights so bright and apparently close, but for what it was worth, she had at least managed sparks and interesting patterns.

Taking a tentative sip of his tea, he winced pre-emptively. False alarm... it wasn't that bad. "Well, I am very pleased with the light effects, I was very interested to see what kinds of patterns you are capable of," he said slowly, making sure that he chose his words correctly. "I did notice the tactile sensations, but I expected heat. Perhaps I am wrong? So far you seem to be quite capable. I think I would like to try to focus on achieving the sound along with the lights, if you think you can do that." He had the feeling that he was going to regret it, but he then added; "Let me see what else you can do."