[Text] / [Location: a cafe in Speares]

[personaldemon]

Does anyone know if transfer of credits can be accomplished from one person to another, here? So far all I have managed is using them at the stores or with the hatches, and as it happens this 'allowance' they give us isn't really adequate.

Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.

....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.

If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.

Comments

[text]

[thelonewolf]

what's a tarot read??

[text]

[personaldemon]

Stark. Hello.

The tarot (one says it tare-oh) is a deck of cards used in my world in divination-- 'fortune-telling', you might call it.

[text]

[thelonewolf]

in westeros, thoros of myr looked into fires to tell the future. he said he saw things in them. but it only made my eyes sting.

can you truly tell the future?

Location

[genequeen]

Madelyne enters the café, looking for the redheaded man.

"You've piqued my curiosity. I can't say as I've ever had my fortune told."

[Location]

[personaldemon]

Jason stood politely when Maddy came closer, giving her a nod and gesturing to the other chair.

"Miss Pryor. A pleasure to see you under better circumstances than waging war on a kraken. My compliments as to your services coordinating us on board the ship, by the by."

He waits until she sits to sit himself. Old-fashioned chivalry dies hard.

"Do you know anything of the tarot, to know what sort of spread you would prefer?"

[Location]

[genequeen]

"I don't know much about them, truth be told."

Madelyne settles into the chair, trying to make sure she's comfortable before this begins. "I'm open to the experience, whatever it is you would recommend to start with."

[text]/[location]

[angry_salad]

You believe in that stuff?

Arthur's already seated when he sends the text--it's surprising coincidence, but then again, Arthur's always loved Paris. He glances up but otherwise occupies himself with his tablet, coffee in hand. If the answer's interesting enough he'll join him.

[text]/[location]

[personaldemon]

Jason glances down at the tablet. The typical skeptical response of most modern men. He types an answer.

It is of less interest whether I believe it than whether or not my clients do. And a person can be benefited by something regardless of whether they believe it, as well; humanity benefited from the fact that the earth orbits the sun for generations before anyone accepted that as truth.

He leans back in his chair and sips at his own coffee. Etrigan whispers softly to him.

Ah, this one bears a noble name
One you know, tho' it bring you shame
An Arthur! Who isn't all that he seems
He is no prophet-- but a dreamer of dreams.
Sweet Jason, let's see how his fortune fares
He's very close. He's just downstairs.

Jason arches a brow in turn and checks the tablet's map. Yes, apparently the message sender is in the café already.

Jason does not believe in coincidence. He types another message.

If you wish to laugh it all off as bunk, why don't you come upstairs and give it a chance, sir?

[location]

[angry_salad]

He's either good at reading the tablet, paranoid, or...

Well, no. Arthur doesn't allow the other possibilities, not yet. Nonetheless, he closes his own communicator, takes a moment to use his totem (the weight is the same; it's telling him this isn't a dream) and then rise.

When he's over where the other is, and he's offering a very light, tiny smile as he extends a hand.

"Alright, let's try this out. Name's Arthur."

[location | Cafe in Speares]

[apackofone]

Remus comes because he's curious. Divination was never his strongest suit, but close to the moon, he's looking for distractions and magic is a good one, if there's real magic happening here.

"Hello?" Even now, with the moon and no potion, he's still the quiet, working on being unassuming man. "I saw your message, I can offer fruits, vegetables, teas? Freshly caught meat?"

[location | Cafe in Speares]

[personaldemon]

Jason looks up, brows slightly arched; Etrigan is growling softly in the back of his head.

"Hello."

Little mangy mutt. Send him on his way.
Who allowed the dogs into this café?

Jason tilted his head slightly at Etrigan's words, studying the mild-looking man before him. Appearances could certainly be deceiving.

"Living off the land, are we?" he asked, and gestured for the other man to have a seat, at least in part to spite Etrigan. "Jason Blood."

Re: [location | Cafe in Speares]

[apackofone]

Remus gives a slight smile, slight and a touch vacant, coming closer. "Thank you. I'm Remus Lupin, and yes, I prefer living off the land. You never know when you'll lose access to shops."

He sits, his nose twitching briefly and the wolf growling at him, but he gives it a metaphorical pat on the head and turns to Jason. "Are you much into divinations as a rule, Mr Blood?"

[ownlittleprison]

Mick's first thought, his very first instinct is to do a mental double take.

Wait what?

And then curiosity gets the better of him, and he finds himself moseying on over like the cat who met a sticky end.

He gives Jason a wave once he comes up the stairs, hand drifting to run through his hair in a suddenly not entirely certain sort of way.

"Hey."

[personaldemon]

"Good afternoon, Mr. St. John," Jason says with a polite, distant nod. The cards are finally starting to feel a bit more broken in. The waiter has just brought him a fresh cup of coffee; Jason stirs cream into it, the little spoon making a soft silvery noise against the edges of the cup.

"You don't appear sanguine about why you're here."

Sanguine. Ha. Etrigan snickered appreciatively for his wit.

[ownlittleprison]

"Touché, Mister Blood," Mick shoots back, catching one of the Extra waiters on its way downstairs, and orders a small cup of blood before taking a seat opposite his...acquaintance might even be a stretch, but it's a term he's comfortable applying to this entire context.

"Lucky you I'm old and educated enough to know what that even means." He gives Jason a slightly lopsided smirk, then a shrug.

It's not that Jason's wrong. Quite the opposite - he isn't quite...sanguine. But at the same time...he isn't just one of the four temperaments, either. At the best of times, he's a bit of all of them at once.

For a moment he wonders if he's more sanguine/choleric or melancholy/phlegmatic, but it's a tangent for another time.

"To be honest, I'm not sure I have much of a future in a place like this. Now, I know tarot readings aren't just about the future, but...you know."

[Location]

[azoftheoz]

For a long time Azkadellia had considered the texts Jason had sent and the offer he wasmaking. Fortune tellers were something she was familiar with, though mostly through the witch's memories of parts of the city, though it was something that intriqued her.

Even if she wasn't entirely certain she would want anyone doing the same for her, seeing the things she worked so hard to hide.

Yet she found herself making her way to the Cafe, though she had no idea where Paris was, seeking out that brightly colored hair. She wasn't entirely certain what she was seeking, but Azkadellia was finding herself unlikely to stop her curiosity.

"Evening," she said, sliding into one of the open chairs. "Fancy meeting you here. Randomly. After I follow your message to find you here."

[Location]

[personaldemon]

By the pricking of my thumbs
Someone witchy this way comes...
To the promise of knowledge, the princess succumbs.

Jason glanced to the door to the balcony in time to see Azkadellia emerge onto it. He stood out of courtesy, giving the young woman a nod as she came closer.

He smiled fractionally at her words and the wry self-deprecation within, seating himself once more when she had.

"Well, the tree of knowledge has always tempted young women," he answered, part of his smile this time for the knowledge the reference was probably lost on her, unless her world had the Eve myth, which seemed unlikely.

"Good evening, Miss Azkadellia. And do you come for knowledge, then?" he asked, voice neutral, face neutral, no sign of the higher emotions that had colored their last talk.

His hands were laid flat on the table; the back of his left one still bore the marks of what he'd done during that last talk.

[Location]

[azoftheoz]

Settling the ankle length denim skirt she wore about her legs, Azkadellia slipped out of the jacket she wore that likely left her a bit more than warm out in the heat and let it fall over the back of the chair.

Glancing towards the stares, she brushed a hand over her hair and then swiveled back to look at Jason. Her gaze took him in as much as she could see with the table and down to his hand. She made a face, almost pouting which was a good cover to the frown his words brought.

"I wish you would have let me, or someone, see to that," she said softly. "But that's your choice. As for your talk of temptation, I admit I'm not sure what you're talking about. It wasn't knowledge that tempted the only person in my life drawn in by anything." It was a wicked curiosity that had drawn in DG.

"I'm not certain why I came," she admitted, being honest. "I'm not sure what the cards might tell me as I'm not entirely certain who I am so I'm not sure they could be accurate." She spoke softly, hesitantly as she admitted that truth.

[dustandhope]

Raziel can't read texts.

He does know that he's seen quite a few of the local captives head into the cafe though, watching them as he sailed by on his wings. On the last soar through, he drops into the street, padding through on all fours as he investigates and the building and finally shifting to upright as he slips in through the door, looking around. "Why are so many coming here?"

[personaldemon]

Your small practice of the craft
Attracts the reaver's baffled eye.
I'll admit this demon laughed
When first he thrashed your arse--
Perhaps the mouthless twit's so daft
And short on wit that he will cry
'Foul magic' and give you the shaft
Once more? I pray to see such farce.

Jason grunted under his breath, lifting his gaze from the cards to scan the restaurant, in time to see the 'reaver' stride out onto the outdoor balcony where he was seated.

"Good afternoon," he said distantly. "They are having their fortunes read. As my broadcast explained that I was offering to do."

[dustandhope]

Again, Raziel's head swings to Jason, frowning as Etrigan speaks, clearly aware of him but not able to hear him.

"The screen shows marks. They make no sense. All circles and lines and nonsense." He comes closer, perching on the edge of a chair, not quite sitting at Jason's table. "You have the gift of prophecy?"

[buffy_slayer]

Ooo, tarot. It's been a slow morning, and Buffy's not managed to get up to much of anything.

And if nothing else, it was a chance to officially meet the guy she'd run around the ship with. And get some coffee.

The chair across from Jason squeaks against the floor as she pulls it out to sit.

"Hi there! Nice to see people not scampering around the deck of a boat."

[personaldemon]

Little girl, little girl, just because the sun is shining
Doesn't mean that everyone with fangs now sleeps....
So smile, smile: come sit for your divining.
Beg the cards for respite from your death that creeps.

Jason looked up at Etrigan's words, in time to see the small, chipper young woman sit down before him. Etrigan was all-but-growling within-- although his hisses were mixed with contemptuous snickering.

What is she?

A pretty little flame against the night.
A spark that burns both brief and bright.
A monster-hunter, a holy knight
Who never can give up her fight.

He stood. Slightly belatedly, busy as he'd been listening to Etrigan, but it was courteous. He gave her a small nod, expression blank in the face of the sunny cheer she was radiating.

"As you say, miss. I don't believe we ever properly met, on board the ship. Jason Blood."

[text] late tag is SO LATE

[aintnoconvict]

Some time later (as much like his writer Glitch is awful at checking and answering texts): If you open a business, the aliens increase your stipend. With my shop I'm pulling down 1750 credits a month so ti's not too shabby.

He hessitates before going on but...oh well.

Are you still doing readings?

[text] <3

[personaldemon]

I do not particularly care to run a business. Management is tedious. Still, thank you for the suggestion.

I am. I am at home, now, but if you would seek such, you may come. I trust the map is a sufficient guide.