[audio] @silver; Backdated to the fifth [open]

[shadowsran]

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

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[shadowsran]

So if I asked for a read fortune, what would you tell me? What's your process?

[She's amused, clearly, but the question is sincere. It's at the very least likely a fun parlor trick, and she isn't one to deny someone a chance to indulge a talent. Hobby. Whichever is most apt, depending on how scummy his circus of origin was.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly reaches into his pocket and produces his Tarot cards.] These are my process. Normally I ask for coin, but we're a bit short on it here. I'm still working on what to take for currency, but until then, I suppose I'd have to give it to you on the house.

[He grins, slyly.]

[shadowsran]

I'm very flattered. Anybody asks I'll say ice cream was a trade, keep up the thought of it as sought after.

Figuring those are an at-the-table activity? [It's a quick duck into the store regardless, but she'll hustle further for fortune's sake.]

[mollymocked]

It does work better when I spread them out, but you could always just draw a card. Depends on if you want the full experience.

[She definitely wants the full experience. He can tell. He's just that good.]

[shadowsran]

Full experience! I'm paying an exorbitant pretend price and I want the full worth out of it, right?

I hope I'll be awed by the time it's up.

[She's incredibly bored and might as well go full in, however dubious she is about this specific means and an assumed, gently inherent air of insincerity that comes with the entertainment background.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly flashes his pointed canines.] Just get me to a place to sit, and my skills are yours. You might learn something about yourself.

[shadowsran]

I'm sure.

[And it is with as much hustle as could still be considered casual they will beeline for home; she's very curious and very bored and Beacon lacks entertainment in a huge way. Eager would be an understatement.]

Don't focus on the sad carpet, it predates me - kitchen's up ahead, table feels the most official for this.

[mollymocked]

I wouldn't dream of it. [Carpet doesn't even exist in Exandria. It's word or stone floors or bust, so he wouldn't know sad from fabulous. But he can focus on that later, and instead practically skips to the table, pulling his well-worn cards out of his pocket and offering them to her.]

It's proper to let you shuffle them. Lets the cards absorb your energies.

[He's bullshitting, but he's also gonna try this without cheating too much. He knows he can spin a fortune out of just about anything.]

[shadowsran]

Is it?

[Not a real question, but it fills silence as she accepts them. Cards aren't forte enough she's got any particular system or flair; portions removed and replaced at random, one bridge shuffle, and they are delicately slid back across the table to him.]

How do you clean it out for the next person? Or are they just everybody that shuffles?

[mollymocked]

[Molly tuts at her, playfully, as he begins to divide the cards into three separate piles.] Don't ask questions. You'll just ruin the moment. You have to let it happen. Accept that this is a thing you're apart of and nothing else matters.

[shadowsran]

I am a part of this, and nothing else matters. [Recited with tongue-in-cheek solemnity, hand over heart and all.] Can't be sure it's really a thorough job without a little hazing, I guess.

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