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deernet2021-09-04 04:22 pm
viciousmaukery) wrote in deernet2021-09-04 04:22 pm
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[A few days after everyone's settled in, this pops up:]
—working now? Oh, good, that took so much longer than I thought it would.
[To those well-versed in such things, they might quickly identify the androgynous figure onscreen right now, dressed in an eyesore of a coat, as a tiefling: there are the horns, the tail, the lavender skin, the red and pupil-less eyes. To those who aren't? Jesus, it's another fuckin' weirdo, and he's giving the camera a bow.]
Mollymauk Tealeaf, formerly of Exandria and the Mighty Nein and now of Trench, at your service! I'm a bit lacking in funds at the moment, so if you have some coin to spare, come to Cellar Door. I've set up near one of the statues. [And he pans the camera up to show an artistic, distinctive statue of a woman dancing, with cloth draped over her arms. Then down to a little portable table with a set of tarot cards laid out.]
For just two coppers, or whatever the equivalent is here, I'll tell you what the future has in store for you. Doesn't that sound like a steal to you?
[Advertisement over, he gets serious, and adds:]
Oh, and—if anyone from the Mighty Nein is here? Let me know you're safe. [Please.]
—working now? Oh, good, that took so much longer than I thought it would.
[To those well-versed in such things, they might quickly identify the androgynous figure onscreen right now, dressed in an eyesore of a coat, as a tiefling: there are the horns, the tail, the lavender skin, the red and pupil-less eyes. To those who aren't? Jesus, it's another fuckin' weirdo, and he's giving the camera a bow.]
Mollymauk Tealeaf, formerly of Exandria and the Mighty Nein and now of Trench, at your service! I'm a bit lacking in funds at the moment, so if you have some coin to spare, come to Cellar Door. I've set up near one of the statues. [And he pans the camera up to show an artistic, distinctive statue of a woman dancing, with cloth draped over her arms. Then down to a little portable table with a set of tarot cards laid out.]
For just two coppers, or whatever the equivalent is here, I'll tell you what the future has in store for you. Doesn't that sound like a steal to you?
[Advertisement over, he gets serious, and adds:]
Oh, and—if anyone from the Mighty Nein is here? Let me know you're safe. [Please.]
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[He just...he misses her, and the rest of the Nein. He worries for their safety, hates that he can't be there anymore, for all that he appreciates this second chance.]
Yeah? If you're relearning the decks, want to come see me at work? Could be helpful. [With a fellow fortune-teller, Molly quickly dispenses with some of the bullshit—she'll likely see right through any story he might have about psychic powers anyway, if she reads cards too. But having someone he can commiserate with? That sounds quite nice.]
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[She knew little of his situation, but she could, if she learned, certainly appreciate the worry. She felt it herself for her friends at home at times.]
I would be interested in seeing the interpretations of your decks. My usual process involves a scrying orb or crystal ball. ... Palm reading is good for the rubes.