Madame Marion's Fortune Telling Booth

Lincoln had time to kill between his cafe shifts, so he went out into the carnival grounds and wandered around idly, peeking at booths and trying them for maybe a few minutes. He wasn't exceptionally bored, but he certainly was curious. Besides, all the time he has spent on the Realm he hasn't been around for a carnival like this.

Reaching what seems to be the end of the line of booths, he tiptoes and peers around between the carnival boundaries, in case there were anymore back there hiding. Seeing nothing, he shrugs and turns back, but stops when he catches sight of a tent he had not seen yet, tucked a ways off between booths and larger tents. Its entrance shimmered in the daylight, and still as curious as he was earlier, Lincoln steps around the booths and entered the tent slowly.

After a brief introduction from the resident Apprentice, Lincoln stood at the entrance and pondered for a moment. The moment passed, and he shrugged. Nothing to lose, and the idea sounded interesting.

"Sure," Lincoln answered, "What does the crystal ball have to say for today?"

Lincoln was amused by the setup the lady had in her booth. It was classically dramatic, but Lincoln was up for theatrics. Listening to the fortune that crystal ball apparently showed him, he nodded his head with raised eyebrows and a somewhat serious face.

"To the right, huh?" he mused, putting a hand to his chin as he thinks about this revelation. Perhaps it would have something to do with one of his parkour runs in the future. Certainly can't go wrong when jumping between rooftop gaps. As he continued to ponder in the foggy room, he felt his pocket buzz and an incessant beeping soon followed. Digging in his pocket produced his watch, and it was crunch time for his high tea shift.

"Oooh," he mumbles under his breath as he pockets it once more. He stood up from his seat and turns to the lady of the booth. "Thank you for the fortune, miss!" he says enthusiastically. "Now I hope that decision comes far in the future, cuz right now I have work to do." He settles his business, and with a wave, he exits the tent.

Marion looked up as the next customer arrived. She seemed a little unsure about the process, but that was to be expected. Many who came to her booth didn't quite believe in the ability to see into the future. And some really DID, which almost scared Marion more. She hated making things up to soemone who really thought everything she was saying was going to be the absolute truth, "A tarot reading?" Marion repeated, nodding as if she HAD already forseen the woman's choice, "Naturally. Your fortune can come to you through the cards. She pulled out a deck, explaining as she went, "This here is the Major Arcana deck," She said it wisely, as if she hadn't just read it from the box as she pulled them out, "I will shuffle the cards, and draw one that represents you. This will- hopefully- correspond with who you are, and tell you what you might be facing or what you should avoid."

With that hanging in the air, Marion tried to draw a card. Two toppled out, and she frowned down at them. She wasn't great at shuffling, but this just made her look bad. Perhaps she could play it off, "Ah, two cards have claimed you," She nodded seriously, flipping them over, "Hmmm. Death and Strength. Strength represents control, patience, compassion. All qualities you may possess in your best of times. However, when Strength is reversed, it can lead to weakness and self doubt.

"This other card, Death, is not as alarming as it may sound. It usually comes after a major event, representing endings, change, and transitions. Reversed, it can lead to the inability to move on with life. Either some major issue will happen to you, or it did. From the cards, it seems like it may have already happened. You must accept the Death card as it is- A change. The Strength card shows you must move on, using your strength to guide you. Although it may seem impossible at times, dwelling on the event the Death card foretells is a way to turn it around. Although I have hope for you, as both cards came out facing upright, not reversed."

Marion drew a breath and smiled kindly at the other woman. She certainly hoped she hadn't said anything too much off track. After all, she seemed kind and sometimes throwing around cards like 'Death' is something people didn't take kindly too. Especially if they WERE dead already, "Do you have any more questions to ask the cards? I also have other ways to search the future."

"If I said death wasn't normal, I would be a bit of a hypocrite. But, I'm sure I've had plenty of time to adjust to that idea," Marion laughed. When Eillis asked for a lucky number, she scrambled beneath the table for something unseen. There was the sound, like the cracking of a cookie, then Marion read off, "Your lucky numbers for today are...6 28 7 21 27. Go... Win the lottery, or something."

Today had been...lovely. One of the best days she ever had, in fact. It didn't matter she had come toe to toe with hunters all day, or that her booth was in shambles, or that she had possibly been pied in the face.

...Okay, maybe the day hadn't been good. But this evening had been! Largely in part to her best friend. It seemed so childish to call him that, but what other title could she call him publicly? But that was a question to figure put at another time, though the apprentice leader, who spotted something of interest.

"Rhys, what's that?" Grabbing his hand Inkidortes practically yanked the pale man to look at a peculiar purple tent, adorned by purple sparkling beads.

O v O "I believe that's a stall that tells us what lays in store for our futureeeee." With a flamboyant spread of his hand across in front of him he drew a grin from her.

"....as well as how compatible we are. Probably. O v U " Now that had her snickering under her breath as they approached the tent.

"Don't we already know the answer to that?" She remarked, sweeping the beads out of their way and striding into the tent, coughing at the sudden smoke. What, was there a fire in here?

Apparently not, considering a figure had approached out of the smoke and said something about expecting them and learning their future. Inkidortes quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at Rhys. Were they supposed to believe this stuff?

Oh, so the woman doubted her own ability? Inkidortes' other eyebrow raised skeptically to join the other. The lady had said it herself, hadn't she? Neither Rhys nor Inkidortes at hinted at it.

Crossing her arms she looked sharply at Rhys, expression somewhere between regret and curiosity. She'd like to think regret far outweighed her curiosity, and she was certainly sending signals to Rhys that went along the lines of "please communicate for me this was a bad idea but I'll never openly admit that." Even so, superstitions and her natural curiosity stirred as she looked the lady up and down with a cursory glance, eyes flitting off of her to settle on the crystal ball.

It kind of freaked her out.