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taxonomites2010-05-10 09:24 pm
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four --> into and through the yellow pine [location: at Hermes' altar at the crossroads]
One of the things that most people ought to know about Penelope Lane is that she has, probably, the world's worst luck. Which world that may be is somewhat foggy at this point given her current 'Trapped In A Crazy People Zoo' status, but the bad luck is just as vivid as ever. If getting blown up wasn't enough, the quiet disappearances of the only chicks she could conceivably call friends pretty much hammered the point home. It would be just her luck if Bruce went next, and then her business would fail due to competition from a psychotic guy that looks like her father, and then... well, what the hell, why not get blown up again. Not much else to lose at that point.
So, despite how unfriendly she finds much of the outdoors of Taxon to be and despite how much work she's got to do on her own line, Penelope has taken a walk. A walk with a bottle of rather expensive champagne tucked into her gloriously massive purse, but a walk nonetheless, to a little spot at the crossroads just outside the forest.
At the altar, she carefully kneels down and goes... sort of blank. Is she supposed to say something? She's pretty sure she's supposed to say something. After a huff of breath, she pulls the bottle out of her purse and holds it in her lap.
"Okay, so, I've never been a very religious person and I don't know the first thing about... praying, or anything, but I'm pretty sure that this place having its very own Commerce Deity rolling around can only be a good thing, so..." She sighs, and pops open the bottle. The cork goes flying off somewhere and ricochets off a tree; thankfully she doesn't intend to put it back. "...I need all the help I can get. This shop I'm starting, and just... I don't know, surviving here, I guess. Anyway, where I'm from, you pour out a forty in respect. I figure upping it to Cristal couldn't hurt."
The bowl at the altar gets filled with the fizzy golden alcoholic magic, until some of it splashes over the side and soaks the ground, at which point Penelope sticks the half-full bottle next to the herm and just... waits. Because she's not sure what's supposed to happen now.
So, despite how unfriendly she finds much of the outdoors of Taxon to be and despite how much work she's got to do on her own line, Penelope has taken a walk. A walk with a bottle of rather expensive champagne tucked into her gloriously massive purse, but a walk nonetheless, to a little spot at the crossroads just outside the forest.
At the altar, she carefully kneels down and goes... sort of blank. Is she supposed to say something? She's pretty sure she's supposed to say something. After a huff of breath, she pulls the bottle out of her purse and holds it in her lap.
"Okay, so, I've never been a very religious person and I don't know the first thing about... praying, or anything, but I'm pretty sure that this place having its very own Commerce Deity rolling around can only be a good thing, so..." She sighs, and pops open the bottle. The cork goes flying off somewhere and ricochets off a tree; thankfully she doesn't intend to put it back. "...I need all the help I can get. This shop I'm starting, and just... I don't know, surviving here, I guess. Anyway, where I'm from, you pour out a forty in respect. I figure upping it to Cristal couldn't hurt."
The bowl at the altar gets filled with the fizzy golden alcoholic magic, until some of it splashes over the side and soaks the ground, at which point Penelope sticks the half-full bottle next to the herm and just... waits. Because she's not sure what's supposed to happen now.
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"I understand, I really do. What you need to know is how it works: I'll help you set up a small altar and then, on a semi-regular basis you leave some offerings there, and I'll keep the good luck going. If you don't make offerings, I won't actively harm you and yours, but I may not offer additional protection."