Death by any other name is still DEATH. [Closed: Backdated to before International Women's Day]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell (redcinemareel) and ...Death bread_goes_bip).
What: Just a chat chit
Where: Oh...Death's place?
When: Now
Warnings: Not much? Will change if anything!


Grell was particularly excited and intrigued to get to know this woman, calling herself Death, better. Dressed in a printed dress, the redhead looked thoughtful as she walked. Could this town really have a morbid sense of humor? She had seen her share of oddities in her millennia, and hoped this would be just as odd.

Once at the door, Grell rang the doorbell, looking around the neighborhood in wait, carrying a small bag in one hand. The area did not seem all that different than her own. This truly is suburbia.

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[bread_goes_bip]

Death has always been glad for company. That was one thing to be said for the town, there were always great new people to meet. Probably the only thing, really. She opened the door with a smile. "Hello."

[redcinemareel]

"Hello, hello~!" Grell replied, quite chipper. She held up her bag with a wide smile. "As any decent guest should, I come bearing gifts."

[bread_goes_bip]

Death stepped aside and waved her in. "Oh, how lovely. Come in, I was just making tea."

[redcinemareel]

"The magic word! And well timed, as that's what I have here." Grell stepped inside, looking about the home with curiosity. "Mind you, nothing can compare to what Britain has to offer."

[bread_goes_bip]

"No, very little can compare to British tea. We make do. Death's gotten better about not burning it, but I still prefer to make it myself." She leads Grell into the kitchen, stepping over a rapidly fleeing Rincewind in the process.

[redcinemareel]

Not sure what a Rincewind was, but Grell will make sure not to step on it. She did take a seat at a table, placing the bag upon it. "Tea preparation can be crucial to one's social career back home. It takes precision and skilled hands! Not to say I don't possess either of those traits, but not when it comes to food."

[bread_goes_bip]

"Where is home, for you?" Apparently something like the places she was used to, if she was speaking of British tea. Death walked over to the cupboard to fetch her mismatched teaset from home.

[redcinemareel]

"A far away land, actually. But I'd like to call Great Britain home, if one needs a label."

At least Death had a teaset.

"What of yourself?"

[bread_goes_bip]

"My own domain, really. In the human world I end up everywhere." And now... waiting is really a key aspect of tea. Timing it properly.

[redcinemareel]

"An area that you rule, or just a general place where you reside?" Most who claim a domain as their own are usually wealthy, or powerful.

[bread_goes_bip]

"It's... well, I suppose I technically rule it." Each of her siblings had their own take on it. She wasn't like Dream, populating it with countless personages. It was more homey, less castle. "It's just... my particular pocket of existence."

[redcinemareel]

"If only I could get a chuck of existence as part of my job perk. The reds it would have, in all shades~! Ah, I would never leave." She paused before smiling. "Perhaps that's why we aren't given one."

[bread_goes_bip]

"It's nice to have a place to come home to. I tend to be pretty busy though." She is understating the matter a great deal.

[redcinemareel]

"Agreed. Especially coming home a hot, bubble bath~!" Grell seemed to visibly relax. That was exactly what she would do after this.