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[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr was seated in her shop, reclining in her chair and looking at the table, her omni set up on the other side. She had a frown on her face, her eyes narrowed. The third eye glittered a little, seeming to almost glow softly in the low light of the room. The candles that were set out flickered and gave the fortune teller's chamber a soft, almost eerie glow.

On the table in front of her were a set of three tarot cards. She steepled her fingers, looking them over before sighing and turning her gaze to the feed, shrugging.]

Well, I never said my visions were always pleasant. Just a thought for my fellow sleepers, as you get ready for the next month. The locals call February a bitter month, and the story of Doorway is not exactly a happy one, trapped and forever waiting for someone who may never return.

Next month, you may be plagued by the possibilities, the imaginings and wishes that you might have in your hearts. Unsure, you might just find yourself at a crossroads, an important decision to be made. And if you choose one way, you may find yourself... what is the saying? "Crying over spilled milk" while you do not see the cups there, full on the shelf and waiting. But a choice always has at least two possible outcomes, yes?

[She reached over and drew another card. She smirked softly.]

Perhaps you might find what it is you want. The season of the Egg Moon is supposed to be a time of Rites, after all. Follow your hearts and choose wisely.

[And with that vague smirk, she flicked the camera feed off.]

Comments

[slayerskiss]

What's with this place's obsession with fuckin' deer, anyway?

At least she gave a clear answer, that's something. My own... I dunno who gives me the dreams, my predecessors I guess, they're all cryptic as hell. I'd take bluntness over that.

[onerthes]

Ramona Derwin [Her lips quivered in an ugly sneer at the mention of her name.], a woman of incredible power and gift in technology and combat, was first of the Sleepers summoned by Julia Sodder. Her magic was tied to the natural world, and to Deer as some sort of totem. She bound the Pthumerian of the Moon, Julia's mother Cynthia, and used her soul to resurrect each of us to keep our spirits trapped in the nightmare. The more we were trapped there, dying, the more we were turning into deer ourselves, guardian spirits trapped by her magic.

So... the deer were former sleepers trapped there by a crazy woman's blind desperation.

[She snorted and nodded.]

As cruel as it was, nothing she said was false. It's more than you can say of some Pthumerians.

[slayerskiss]

Damn. [Well, that's deeper than she wanted to go. She takes a minute trying to parse that before she settles for a simple response.]

Sounds like a bitch. [Thanks, Faith.]

[onerthes]

Well... she's dead now. So, she's a dead bitch.

[No, no, the wicked look of Schadenfraude on her face there for just a split second did not really speak well for Vira-Lorr, but she didn't care. She hated Ramona.]

But yes. The deer are probably spirits of people like us, trapped as protectors, and since the people revere us? They revere them.

[slayerskiss]

No shit? My favourite kind. [If you're worried she's going to judge you, she won't. She's not actively murderous now, but she still doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to moral superiority.]

Did they call it Deerington before or after the deer?

[onerthes]

You know... I have no idea. In the nightmare most of the town records were degraded, molded and corrupted. I think it was because it was a child's dream, so the only books intact were ones she knew, which included a lot of fantastical tales, connections to our worlds.

She had trouble with more detailed things as she was still quite young when she died. So, I don't know that she knew of the name at its founding. It was Deerington as long as we knew it.