[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.

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[Location] I rarely notice...

[genequeen]

"I wouldn't presume. I don't know anything about them and I don't have any skills in that area." That and she's been nervous about opening herself up to other things and influences.

[Location] I only ever notice after the fact. :P

[personaldemon]

Jason nodded, the slight smile still on his face. He hadn't really expected she would take them.

"There is no great mystery to the cards, really. A half-decent student of human nature, armed with a few facts about his querent and a penchant for dramatic delivery, can give a reading such as would satisfy most people.

"The art of divination and the art of the con are close cousins at best. Incestuous at worst."

He slid the deck of cards back into their box, for now.

"I myself give dull readings, as I have no penchant for drama."

[Location] I only ever notice after the fact. :P

[genequeen]

"Interesting to know."

She nods, thinking about it, "I imagine there are a number of people who prey upon those willing to believe or looking for something to hold on to."

[personaldemon]

"Always. In every time and world. Under the guises of religion as well as magic," Jason shrugged.

He set the deck to one side and stirred his coffee, the little spoon making a soft silvery noise against the cup.

"I did not ask if you wished something to drink, did I? Rude of me."

[genequeen]

"At least some things stay the same? I wish they weren't so frustrating but I imagine that is the same across all people as well."

Madelyne looks at him silently, trying to see if he's genuine in his asking if she wanted something to drink or not. He's been not entirely pleasant at times. Still, he seems to be asking truly, "Not that rude. I am entirely capable of ordering for myself. I hadn't thought of it."

[personaldemon]

"Death and taxes, madam, death and taxes."

'Not entirely pleasant at times' is a good shorthand for Jason Blood. He gives another tiny shrug at her demurral that she was more than capable of ordering for herself, and sips at his own coffee.

"I'm English, more or less; I might have to commit ritual suicide if I didn't at least ask. Their coffee is passable, if you would like some."

[genequeen]

"Thank you. I do appreciate the offer but I think I'm fine for the moment at least. I have some tea at home which I think I'd prefer over anything out here - especially since I would have to pay for the coffee here." Reaching up, she tucks her hair behind her ear.

[personaldemon]

"As suits you, madam," Jason murmurs with a little nod, leaning back in his chair and cradling his cup in his hands. "Although I was offering to treat."

Still, that duty of British chivalry discharged, he seems to consider his duty with regards to etiquette done, and doesn't offer pleasant small talk.

[genequeen]

"As I said, I do appreciate it. Do let me know if you'd like some of the tea. It is one of the few things that I've been able to make the hatch produce correctly."

[personaldemon]

"What kind?" Jason asks. British or not, he's not a terribly huge fan of tea, or at least not as stereotypically so as some Englishmen. But that's not to say he doesn't every now and then like a cuppa.

[genequeen]

"Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Rooibos and a Ceylon, though I'm not entirely happy with that one. I don't think it turned out quite right this last time. I've been thinking of maybe starting to have a regular tea time to invite people over to chat."

She shrugs a little bit, not entirely committed to the idea but still, it seems like a good community building sort of idea.

[personaldemon]

"Ah, you'll operate a salon?" Jason asks with a faint smile.

"We do seem to have a smattering of Paris with us--" he gestures at what might be the Café de la Paix down the street, or a good imitation of it at least, "--so it seems you would fit right in in that regard..."

[genequeen]

Madelyne arches a brow at the comment, not entirely certain how to take it. There are potential connotations to be given what he's asked and, well, she doesn't know if any of them are actually true. "Well, I wasn't thinking of it in those terms, exactly. More of a monthly get together or something - nothing with entertainment or readings or piano recitals."

[personaldemon]

Jason's smile broadens a bit. "Book club, perhaps. Probably for the best to pass on the salon. A shame to cover that hair of yours with a powdered wig."

He's mostly just amusing himself at this point, yes.

[genequeen]

"Perhaps I could convince Mayland to help sponsor."

She's sort of amused as well, though in a different fashion.

[personaldemon]

"Mayland?" Jason echoed, one brow rising. "--oh, that is the composer of the guide, isn't it? I have not met him."

[genequeen]

"Yes. He works at the library, so perhaps he could be convinced to help. I like reading but I haven't done much of it. That and I really don't know what is even available here to read." A small frown forms as she thinks about it and then sets the idea aside. She hadn't even thought about books and movie theaters and what, exactly, they would be creating here as forms of entertainment.

What would that be like? She's sort of hesitant to explore the idea.

[personaldemon]

"Then perhaps he's the one you should ask for book recommendations. Who better than a librarian?" Jason responds pragmatically.

[genequeen]

"That was the idea and he likes tea, if I remember correctly."

Madelyne smiles at that thought before focusing on Jason again, "Thank you for your time. I have things I need to think about." With that, she starts to stand up.

[personaldemon]

Jason stands as well, that reflexive chivalry again, and gives the other redhead a nod.

"Of course. A good day to you, Miss Pryor."