Tea Story [Event Stall, Open]

[Adler]

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Invited Capsule, Indy, Nori, Shiranui, Vayne, Weegee, everybody else!
Status Open to everyone at anytime!
Current Events Indy and Weegee became Adler and Capsule's first customers. Weegee had a bad reaction to the tea, but when he tried to leave, a mob of customers suddenly pushed their way in and blocked the exit. While Adler scrambles to get the tea pots, Indy takes it upon himself to organize the crowd into a line and facilitate an orderly entrance, playing music with his violin to calm them down as well. @blackcoat, one of the new arrivals and a chef, discovers Capsule's secret and confronts her. Weegee collapses. Adler hides a bleeding Weegee under her table while she's busy reading fortunes, and Capsule asks @blackcoat for his help. Shiranui sneaks into Adler's side of the tent and is roped into playing watchdog. @blackcoat takes over brewing duties as Shiranui steals Capsule for a dance. Adler checks up on Weegee, but is interrupted by Vayne. Weegee wakes, Vayne watches him while Adler gets water from @blackcoat, her hands stained with blood. Indy and Shiranui get suspicious, but Capsule drags them away (by their ear and tail respectively). Adler returns to her side of the tent to find...
Updated2014.02.09 GMT 1615h

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Wrote 520 words

Noon came, and St. Pancras Station was swarmed with people looking for new dishes to try. Ever since that first dish with actual flavor hit the Elder Tales market, life had come back to the player base. Gold flowed, and even those who did little aside from waiting for rescue made the effort to hunt Pittered Boars or Frenmic Rabbits for meat. It was no surprise then that more than half the stalls were dedicated to different kinds of food and drink. Adler’s was one of the latter.

Tea Story was a joint venture. Adler had the idea to open a fortunetelling stall to train her subclass, and it seemed a good idea to have somebody in-house to brew the tea for her to read. Since Adler had no cooking skills of her own, she sought out a partner who could. Despite her unorthodox recruitment methods, Adler had found Capsule. She didn’t learn until much later (just an hour ago in fact) that Capsule was a Pharmacist. The information hadn’t been casually given either—Adler had to find out by waking up from a tea-induced blackout. Needless to say, in the end, the capable Capsule managed to develop a formula that wouldn’t leave their customers comatose.

It seemed nobody wanted tea yet, however. While waiting for their first customers, Adler spruced up their decorations. Their stall was a rectangular medium-sized tent swathed in strips of light canvas, painted different shades of violet in slight contrast to the red theme that was apparent in most of the operations. Banners with the stall’s name hung just above where the fabric ended on either side to let people in; one entrance large and spacious, inviting customers with the scent of herbs and tea leaves (or whatever it was Capsule kept stock of), and the other, a small break in the fabric to keep the light out and maintain the dimly lit atmosphere where Adler had her fortunetelling table set up . Tables and benches for sitting were pushed up against one side of the tent, while smaller tables and chairs were scattered in the other. A cloth divider separating Capsule’s side from Adler’s was currently pulled to one side, revealing a low table surrounded by candles, incense, and a few cushions, all over large pieces of old canvas that served as makeshift carpeting. While Adler had the resources to procure most of their furnishings, she had a new friend named Weegee to thank for building the wooden framework and all furniture they had.

“I think you’re overdoing it.” Capsule commented from somewhere.

“Ugh!” Adler sulked loudly, plopping down on one of the cushions. She put both her elbows on the table and propped her chin up on both of her hands. She’d be measuring distances between chair legs if she kept adjusting everything while waiting for customers.

“I know, you’re right.” But what was she to do? After sitting like that for a few moments, Adler rummaged in her bag. She took out a thin brush and a pot of henna she obtained from somewhere and decided to paint more tattoos on herself.

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[Capsule]

Capsule, as it turns out, had not beat the hasty retreat she had planned an hour ago. Perhaps she had just been too slow, or felt too guilty to rush off and leave Adler alone. It was foolish to assume that Adler would give up and not participate in the festivities, and Cap was wary of leaving the woman behind to pass out again - especially since those tainted cups of tea were till on the table. She would also be lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested in running a booth, even if she was only assisting by making "tea." 'Speaking of tea…'

While Adler had fussed around with their stall (a rather colorful tent), Capsule had stepped out to procure some less deadly ingredients. Her crafting skill had gone up in the meantime, so she was now level eleven in her Pharmacist subclass. This was thanks to some of her previous crafting, of course. It would be weird to shoot up in levels from one batch of potions. 'They shouldn't have been potions in the first place. I was supposed to make regular tea.'

The redhead found her dealer by the corner of a shop, and this time asked him for herbs that wouldn't cause drowsiness. He gave her herbs that would helpfully have no effect when mixed together. All she needed to do was mix up the herbs and pour some hot water on them. That was something simple, that anyone could do. 'Hopefully nothing weird happens,' she thought on her way back to the stall. Once there, she saw Adler flitting about, fixing everything in sight.

Once she'd given her opinion and the woman calmed down a bit, Capsule settled into her side of the tent to start getting some cups of tea set up. The little cups Adler had made from clay weren't so bad, once she got a better look of them. Capsule rolled one around in her fingers before neatly setting it back down. She had them neatly arranged in two rows, and was tempted to position them in a winding formation, much like a snake.

It would take a while for the water she had set in a little pot over a small pot to boil, so for now she focused on evenly distributing the herbs to each cup; not enough to use up all the herbs, mind, but just enough to fill the cups for now. It wouldn't do to run out in one batch, especially if the joint became popular. 'Assuming fortune telling booths are happening places, anyway. I always thought they were kind of shady. How many of these "predictions" actually come true?' Those were thoughts she kept to herself, though. If Adler wanted to swindle people out of their money, it made no difference to her. 'How else is she going to raise her skill level?' This was also a perfect time for the woman to boost her skill, too. People would be willing to spend some coin on whatever, even if they didn't need said items or services.

The redhead hummed softly to herself as she worked, now painstakingly checking the amount of each cup and sifting the herbs around until she was sure they were even. 'I hope there's a spot left open for setting off fireworks by the time this is over.' She still had no idea what she was going to be doing even if she managed to get in, so she probably wouldn't care too much if she was rejected or too late to make the last minute sign ins.

She peeked over at Adler, who was busy painting herself with that "henna" stuff. Capsule leaned back on her stool until it was balanced on two legs, and tossed a casual look at the pot of water behind her. 'Still boiling~.' At least Adler had something to keep herself distracted. Capsule had nothing. Nothing! To keep herself from fidgeting about like Adler earlier, the redhead pulled out a small pamphlet from the gardener she had spoken to on her way back. If no one bothered to stop by, she was going to be very disappointed.

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Words:
694

Muse:
Artificial Nocturne

Notes:
/flaps open newspaper

Tags:
Adler, Indy, Nori, Shiranui, Vayne, Weegee, @etc.

coded by & for benetnasch of ET

[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  447 PATHFINDER

Chinese New Year was completely new to the blond haired man. Although he had friends of Asian descent, he hadn't actually gotten the chance to celebrate this very important holiday with them. The things that he did know of the event were mostly based on movies, and the times when he visited Chinatown in London. He remembered seeing lots of red lanterns, and men parading around as dragons and lions. Lots of food and shouting as well. It was a very bright and energetic festival, one he wouldn't mind participating in. Given that, he could see many other Adventurers like himself thinking of the same thing. There were plenty of stalls being set up by both players and People of the Land, ranging from selling food to merchandise. The whole area was crowded with people who are all just as eager to enjoy the festivities as he was. The blond haired man followed their example and explored everything, looking everywhere as he went through a maze of vendors and passers-by. The place was so large and so confusing, with all of the stalls looking pretty similar to one another, but Indy was able to keep everything in sight and in order in his mind - thanks mostly to his Pathfinder skill. He didn't feel as disoriented and lost as he might have been if he didn't have the skill. After a while of continuous walking, he started to feel tired and famished. There were several stalls which sold food and drinks, but he recalled a particular tea shop called Tea Story that had piqued his interest. As an Englishman, tea was one of his favorite beverages, so it was not a surprise that he would want to visit a stall that served them. Since Adventurers have discovered the way to make food taste good, he looked forward to having some very delicious tea. It was easy for him to find the stall he wanted. He was able to remember the stalls and the path he had taken this whole time. Within minutes, he arrived back at the medium-sized tent, seeing its familiar-looking banners flutter as a breeze blew past them. It also allowed him to take a whiff of the scent of tea that was brewing inside. Now that he looked more closely, he could see two women lounging about the area - no doubt the hosts or the owners of the stall. One was reading something, while the other was painting her body with ink. He smiled as he entered and - with no doors to knock on - cleared his throat to catch the two women's attentions. "Pardon me ladies, but is this stall open for business?" He asked.

MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

As he put away the last log from his stand back under the tarp he had borrowed from his friend, Weegee looked up to see the crowd in full swing. He had sold several articles of his product, watching a few players walking around with either a wooden mask or a log of wood for their home. he smiled broadly as he knew that people appreciated what he could do, a feeling he had never really known before. He shook his head as he stored the last few pieces of his stall away. 'To think, I can do so many things to be proud of here, unlike the real world. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if we could never return. I love this world so much more. I just, I just wish I could find my friend. I've been so worried since we started this game.'

Weegee tapped his chin as he walked along the sides of the station, doing his best to avoid any semblance of a large crowd. When he did encounter one, he would quickly duck into the nearest corner or alleyway until they had passed, closing his eyes tightly as he hid. Once or twice a passerby would ask if he was okay, but he would do nothing more than nod at them. Eventually he found his way back to the stall he had helped create, only having had trouble as he didn't really recognize it without being able to see the wooden frame. However, thankfully he had known the name of the stall from his last visit, and casually wandered into Tea Story wearing a wooden mask in the likeness of his own face. He had shut down his stall, Facewood, to go and enjoy some tea with his friends at their own stall, happy to share the festivities.

He walked into the stall, his face bright and smiling as he spoke. "Hey Adler, Capsule. I was able to make it to your stall after all." His words stopped as he noticed a rather familiar mop of blonde hair above an outfit he recognized. "Indy, is that you?" He would walk around so he could look at the blonde-haired man's face and would laugh as he offered his hand for a shake. "Well met again, Indy. How have you been since our last meet? I've had plenty of time to train myself, found a gorgeous place along the river, where it turns into a waterfall were I began my training." He smiled broadly as his anxiety seemed to disappear among his friends. Something about these people just seemed to make him feel somewhat comfortable. That was a feeling he could really get used to. "Hey, I just thought about it." he mused aloud to the people around him. "Are, perhaps, any of you in a Guild yet? Honestly, I don't mind being around any of you, you're all really fun to be with." He spoke with a smile and truthful eyes, he was being fully genuine with his inquiry, and if anyone did, he'd be more than happy to join them.

Word Count: 515| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

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[Adler]

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[attr="class","aptype"]Adl&r, the Fortuneteller

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Wrote 620 words

“Pardon me ladies, but is this stall open for business?”

Though the voice had come from the other end of their tent, the noise generated by their neighbors wasn’t loud enough to prevent Adler from hearing their first customer’s greeting. She paused, her hands still holding on to the brush and pot of henna as she pushed herself up on her elbows, leaning forward to get a better look. Indy the Bard was undoubtedly an Elf, if those pointy ears only partially hidden by his blond hair weren’t fake. He looked dapper despite his less than formal clothing—it was something in the way he carried himself. As Adler never felt lacking in height, it didn’t cross her mind that he might have been trying to claim every inch he could by standing tall. Idly, she wondered if people in power—constitutional or not—even had time to play things like this. Though he looked as British as they came, he was still quite handsome.

Adler put away her tattoo equipment and rose from her throw pillow as gracefully as she could, wondering if he was watching. She casually brushed her hair over her shoulder before she glided around her table towards him, hips swaying subtly. She had hardly gotten three steps from the curtained partition when she realized something she hadn’t been able to gauge sitting down—he was short!

She continued moving towards him without missing a step; gypsies always seemed to be sensual in their movements, so it should only be a bonus to her performance as a fortuneteller. ‘He must be a full foot shorter than me.’ Adler thought, suppressing an amused smile. Indeed, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he claimed that he was five feet tall—no, she would; few people liked to admit their own shortcomings, let alone volunteer the information themselves. She suppressed a snort. ‘Short.’

She gave him a wide smile, but before she could reach him, another voice rang clear over their heads.

“Hey Adler, Capsule. I was able to make it to your stall after all. ” Adler grinned. He was wearing one of his own wooden creations, but status windows didn’t lie. “Hey Weeg!” It seemed they weren’t the only ones he knew though.

“Indy, is that you? ” While the two men caught up, Adler waited to catch Capsule’s eye, wanting to give her a sly smile and say telepathically, [Isn’t he adorable?] The redhead was only a few inches shorter than herself, which meant that she too was taller than the blond. Adler didn’t normally make fun of people’s heights, but this one caught her off guard.

“Hey, I just thought about it. ” Weegee said loudly, and Adler turned her head to look at him. He asked them about their guilds, making it sound like he wanted to join them. She barely knew these people, but she agreed with him—being in the same guild would be nice. Adler had tried finding people to party with before of course, but she always got the feeling that they thought she was mental after they hung out for a while, and Adler wasn’t a teenager who would force herself on people who didn’t really enjoy her company. Capsule and Weegee were alright though.

“I don’t think anyone’s made a guild yet really.” Adler answered for all of them. “Isn’t the old Parliament building still closed?” She paid a visit to the area every day to deposit her spoils, and the gates always looked solidly shut. Someone must have tried opening them by now though, surely? Adler’s curiosity was piqued. ‘I should try being a vandal one of these days.’ Perhaps after the event, before everyone was awake.

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[Capsule]

'Hm. This is pretty interesting so far.' The pamphlet was filled with information on various herbs, how to care for them, and their usefulness. She was no gardener herself, but the information was still relevant to her crafting class. 'I wonder what I could make with some of this.' Perhaps the question she should be asking herself was how she would go about making new concoctions with these ingredients. Surely boiling a few plants and extracting from the liquid wouldn't work for everything. There were bound to be some more complicated procedures she would not be able to do on her own or at this stage. 'Like removing the feel good effects of marijuana so that Adventurers can't abuse it.' That was probably something she would need to collaborate with a gardener. They could surely breed a plant without the effects if they wished to.

Capsule was so engrossed with her reading material that she almost failed to notice the little man that had just entered the tent. 'Is that Indy?' She lowered her pamphlet a bit to get a better look at the blonde elf, who was level with her now that she was sitting down. The redhead started to open her mouth, but closed it again when another person stepped into the tent and called Indy by name.

It was Weegee.

A little curious as to how these two knew each other, Capsule decided to remain silent for a moment and see how they behaved with one another. While the fox tail was engaging the elf in conversation, Adler had abandoned her body painting to saunter over to the two males. Seeing the tall woman tower over the elf made Capsule grin from ear to ear, much like the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland. 'And here I thought Indy was short. He's completely dwarfed by Addie!' If it weren't for the pamphlet obscuring her lower face, the male would have caught a good look at the wide grin on her face.

The look Adler subtly sent her way while the two men were distracted was greeted by a narrowing of the eyes from Capsule, who now resembled the cat that had just eaten the canary. Unless she was mistaken, the two of them were sharing a moment, all at poor Indy's expense. It was a short lived moment, for Weegee said something that caused Adler to break eye contact.

'So noisy,' she thought as the male raised his voice. She then blinked in mild confusion when he asked about guilds, and if any of them happened to belong to one. Capsule just lowered her pamphlet and shook her head, even as Adler spoke up on the behalf of others. The redhead wasn't too educated on guilds as of late, so other than the few groups she occasionally saw hanging out in front of the Parliament Building, she could not name a single one. She honestly held no interest in them, either.

In her experience, guilds, like many social groups, tended to be too cliquey. It was hard to integrate one's self into another group after they were well established, so she had often avoided them, much like social encounters outside of the game. It was hard for her to make friends with her co-workers, who had mostly been twice her age or too tied up with their own affairs, and while the people at her book club were nice, she had little in common with them besides literature. Capsule liked to think of herself as a "social vagabond," as her friends had mostly existed on the internet, and were often discarded after disputes or lack of shared interests.

While she wouldn't be so quick to call them friends (and was not inclined to throw the word around so easily), Capsule wouldn't mind partying up with them, and could even be persuaded to join the same guild if given the option. 'It couldn't hurt to be around people you're familiar with.'

The faint noise of softly boiling water reached her ears, temporarily drowning out all thought of guilds. The redhead stood up, making a low "tut tut" sound as she carefully poured half of the water into an empty pitcher, and set the pot back down to resume boiling. As she began filling two cups to allow them to brew, Capsule spoke up, her voice light and sincere. "Not to mention that most Adventurers aren't even at a high enough level to start up a guild, and I doubt many even have enough fund a guild hall." There was a soft clinking as the she stirred the contents of each cup and picked them up.

"I don't think I'd like to join a guild so early, anyway," she said as she started towards Indy and Weegee. "They're bound to get swarmed by quite a few desperate types just looking for some form of protection or guidance - not that I'm saying it's a bad thing. Just that the screening process would probably be high, unless it's one of those guilds that just want a ton of members to start their own army and "run" things." That would be pretty bad, now that she thought about it. A large collective of Adventurers all working for the same goal could put the others at a disadvantage, especially if they grew power hunger or competitive. "Here," she said with the false cheeriness she had used at her old job. "Why don't you two have some tea?"

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Words:
915

Muse:
Remain As You Are

Notes:
I wonder if Indy is too short for some rides.

Tags:
Adler, Indy, Weegee

coded by & for benetnasch of ET

[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  520 BARD

As the woman reading a pamphlet lowered it to meet his gaze, he was surprised to find himself looking back at Capsule, a red haired Adventurer he met a few days earlier. He smiled at her and gave a small nod of greeting. "Why, Miss Capsule. A pleasure to see you again." And it really was, since he had promised to help her overcome her hesitations in battle. He couldn't do that since he didn't have her in his contact list. They had left each other in a rush, and didn't get the opportunity to share their contact details to one another. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard a male voice and saw one more familiar face walking into the stall. "Ah, Weegee. Well met indeed. A waterfall, you say? I would be most interested in visiting it sometime." "As for myself, I've been around. Not much progress I'm afraid. Although I have begun small crafting projects with some parchments and maps. If you're interested, I would be happy to sell some to you at an appropriate price." He said. On hearing footsteps coming closer, he glanced to the side and saw a woman with long, wavy, gray hair saunter up to them - the one who had been painting something on her body. She was even taller than Capsule, and it was like facing Goliath to the blond haired man. An attractive one at least. He had to crane his neck to look up at her face, so he didn't do it for too long, and instead made another small bow of greeting. "I know Miss Capsule and Sir Weegee from a previous encounter, but we, on the other hand, haven't met. I'm Indy, an Elven Bard." After the introductions between them passed, Weegee asked each of them about guilds. Capsule and Adler responded first, and Indy nodded in agreement to what each of them said. "This early, at the start of the game, people more often prefer to sit back and wait; see who among us rises to the occasion so the rest shall have a better chance of survival by allying themselves with those who are successful in their endeavors." Before he could go on, Capsule offered both men some tea. Indy smiled as he accepted his cup with both hands, nodding to her gratefully. "Thank you, Miss Capsule." He blew lightly over the top before taking a small sip. A rush of flavors attacked his senses and made him sigh in satisfaction as he felt the tea warming his body. "It's been a while since I've tasted tea this good. Oh how I've missed it. My compliments to whoever brewed this delicious refreshment." He set the cup back on its plate before looking at the group and speaking once more. "I find nothing wrong with participating in a guild that shares my interest and goals. Neither am I against leading a guild myself. Having one with friends would be even better." "It would be quite a reputation; to be responsible for forming the first guild ever made in this world." He mused with a grin.

MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Weegee watched as Indy introduced himself almost immediately to the rather sight-pleasing Adler. He chuckled under his breath as he watched, before commenting after Capsule offered them tea. "Well, Indy, if you're one for running a Guild, I'll be happy to offer to be your first member. Who knows, together we could maybe make a guild dedicated to Adventuring the world, looking for rare sights as we level ourselves for the more dangerous areas. And thank you kindly Capsule, the tea smells great." He downed the entire cup in a single go as he set the tea cup back down. His body was filled with warmth, before he felt a twinge in his nose. Almost instantly, his nose was swollen and red and his voice seemed rather raspy.

"Uh... what particular herbs did you use Capsule?" Weegee rubbed the back of his head as he sniffled, knowing now that not only could he bleed, but he could be afflicted by his allergies as well. "I'll be fine in a few hours. But I will need to sit before the dizziness sets in." Without waiting to find a chair, he simply moved out of the doorway and sat on the floor before he finished his original thought process.

"Though I agree Capsule, desperate people would swarm the first guild made, however, as long as our leader is of strong will and mind, we won't have to worry with it much. And besides, if the old Parliament building is still closed, we can always just say we're a guild until we find a way to make it official." He coughed hoarsely before he continued, "I'm, well, more of a follower than a leader, if it hasn't been obvious yet. But I can come up with plans, if need be. Besides, every guild needs a tank, right?" He chuckled painfully with both of his eyes closed. "Capsule? Can i get some water, please?"

Word Count: 320| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

by requiem of <remoor>

[Adler]

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[attr="class","aptype"]Adl&r, the Fortuneteller

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To match Indy’s bow, Adler curtsied, spreading her skirts wide as she dipped lower and inclined her head. “Adler, a Ritual Guardian. Pleasure.” His speech pattern made her think of Alfred the butler if he were trapped in the Middle Ages and knighted. It seemed a little odd coming from someone in their generation (for he couldn’t have been that much older or younger than her, whatever his body looked like), but Adler had come across a few people like him before. She had never thought about it before the Catastrophe, but she found out that there were actually people who took pleasure in roleplaying within MMORPG’s. She had seen the stories of course, written by players using their avatars as characters, but she hadn’t considered the possibility that it went beyond them. It was easy to ignore people and what they were saying when you could only see the world from a monitor and hide the chatbox. When you had nothing else to do but watch where you were going though, you tend to hear things.



Adler opened her mouth to tell Indy about the unofficial guilds already running around the place, but decided against it. Nobody wanted to be that person—at least, not intentionally. It was the same with Capsule’s tea; her mind had wandered, thinking about how best to sneak into the Parliament building, and then she realized the two men were sipping from their cups. She had actually started to fling her hand out to warn them against it, when she remembered that the final brew was actually safe. She hoped Capsule hadn’t noticed, but after the first accidental loss of consciousness, she had been reluctant to test her mixtures for her. If the stall were to push through though, it had to be done by somebody. Still, she wished she had other friends to volunteer for the job.

The talk of forming a guild was making Adler uncomfortable. Would they even want her in it? A guardian was always useful to have, though people always gave her a funny look because of her race. Weegee was still talking, but there was something wrong with him. “I’ll get it.” She told Capsule, hurrying to the preparation area. She filled an empty pot with regular water and brought it over to the Fox-tail. “Right, I’ll take this.” She said, swapping out his cup with her offering. Adler settled onto the floor beside him and took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Exhale. Open. Her gaze was unfocused as she peered down into the dregs, willing to see figures in them. “I see a moon.” She breathed. Her voice was even worse than Indy’s. Though she tried for foreboding, she probably just sounded like she was singing her words in a monotone. “And… an icicle.” Adler’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed slightly. “The moon represents old habits you keep returning to. Its shape indicates those that seem good for you, but aren’t.” ‘That was horrible. How did people come up with flowery words? Maybe I should have paid more attention in lit.’ “It could also mean different aspects of yourself you’ve accepted.” Adler glanced at him then. Was he a roleplayer too? That would explain how he knew Indy.

Focus, Isabella. “The icicle is melting. Something you don’t like about yourself will be revealed to have an unexpected good side. Take care not to forget why it was not desirable in the first place.” Adler closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and exhaled. Open. “As my first customer, your fortune is free.” She smiled, winked at Weegee, then looked expectantly at Indy. “This is what we do here. When you’ve finished with your cup, give it to me, I won’t charge you either. Capsule, I’ll be outside, advertising.” She patted Weegee’s arm, rose gracefully from the floor, and walked out. What was she going to have to do to get more customers in? Drag them by their nosehairs?

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[Capsule]

Capsule's green eyes twinkled with mischief as both men took the proffered cups. "You're looking at her," she said to Indy. She cast a glance over in Adler's direction, the corner of her lip curling up in an uncontrollable sneer as she recalled the events that had transpired only an hour ago. Her first attempt at making tea had ended in disaster, and had sent Adler straight to sleep when she drunk it. As for this batch...she had basically taken a shot in the dark by handing cups to Indy and Weegee, as she was sure Adler would decline testing any new cups of tea until it was confirmed that they were harmless, and she wasn't foolish enough to personally test her own concoctions.

It was probably wrong of her to feel such a way, but Capsule couldn't help but feel just a smidge of disappointment when Indy appeared to remain unaffected. She flicked her eyes from the man's tea cup to his face, which was moving around as he resumed speaking. "Mm. I feel the same way as well, to be perfectly frank. If not for friends, I would prefer to stay solo rather than joining a guild." What was the point in that? Security? Status (ha!)? She didn't want to join a guild just to be a part of one, nor was she interested in mingling with people she may or may not get along with. Unless there was a need for her to do so, she would only join a guild if friends were involved.

She suppressed a chuckle at Indy's fantasy of starting the first guild, hoping for his sake that he wasn't referring to himself. Rather than pointing out the man's error, Capsule drew up her Friend's Menu and sent Indy a friend request. "Because I forgot to send you this when we last met," she said, a hint of an apology in her tone. She had panicked and left the man to fight off a small group of enemies by himself during a courier mission. At the time, she was only thinking of herself and her own personal safety, and had taken his instruction to run as a signal to run and never stop. She may have misunderstood him, but was too distracted to think clearly in that situation. "I'd still like those lessons, if you're offering."

As for this potential guild, she had nothing to say on the matter - for now, at least. Indy and Weegee were nice enough, but she still knew little about them, not to mention that neither of the men were eligible for starting a guild. She could still lend them her aid as a Enchanter and Pharmacist, though. Her classes were focused on support, after all, which pretty much meant she would have difficulty soloing, and would have to rely largely on parties if she wanted to head out into scarier terrain. It was one of the few things that would drive her into joining a guild, but it would have to be with people who weren’t homicidal idiots and had an inkling of how strategizing worked. This was why she wanted to be with people she could trust.

There was a sound of sniffling coming from Weegee. The male had downed the contents of his cup all in one go, much like Adler had. The monk had taken it to a far greater extreme, however, and treated the drink like a shot of tequila. "...If you drink it like that, Weegee, you're going to get sick." She blinked for two heartbeats when he asked about the ingredients. "I don't know" was not a good answer. "Ah - hm. Ancient Chinese secret~" She tapped the side of her nose and winked back at the Fox Tail.

Adler took the heat off of Capsule by swapping out Weegee's tainted tea cup out for a cup of water, and sat down to read him his fortune. The whole thing made little sense to Capsule, who just shook her head as she watched it unfold. 'What kind of fortune was that?' It probably didn't matter since it was a freebie, and Adler could just be warming up.

The redhead shook her head again as the fortuneteller announced that she was going out to "advertise." 'Do I even want to know?'

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Muse:
A Promise

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  584 BARD

The Bard grinned at Weegee's offer to join his "would-be" guild. "Thank you for the offer, Sir Weegee. If I do make one, I'll keep you in mind as my first member." It was an interesting idea, but the work that had to be done in making a guild didn't appeal much to the blond haired man. All he really wanted was to have friends or acquaintances who can accompany him on adventures from time to time. Having a guild would mean recruiting, taking care of each member in his group, and a lot of other tiny things that had to be done when organizing a large number of people. If any of the members did something wrong, he would have to take responsibility for it. He also didn't see the need to start a guild over something that he was already doing. Whether it was to join an existing guild or to make one himself, Indy would not have minded it. But he also didn't want to do it on a whim. If he was going to involve himself in something as semi-permanent as a guild, he wanted it to be for good reason. Or for a reason he was willing to follow through whole-heartedly. The smell of the tea diverted his attentions back to his drink. He lifted the cup and took another sip, not wishing to drink it when it turned cold. "Miss Capsule, let me say it again; your tea is delicious." The red haired woman began moving her hands in front of her, and a few seconds later, he heard a ping and found that he received a friend request from her. He smiled as he accepted it, and nodded when she asked about their lessons. "Certainly. Whenever you're free, all you need to do is call me so we can arrange a meeting." While taking a few more sips, Weegee suddenly seemed ill and had to sit down. Indy widened his eyes and was about to ask him if he was all right when Adler acted on it first. The blond haired man was relieved that it wasn't a serious matter. He wasn't entirely sure what he could have done to help the other, since he had no medical skills or knowledge that he could utilize. The young man seemed to be slowly recovering though, and received some water from the tall woman. His interest was piqued when she switched the cup in Weegee's hands with his water. Then she lifted the cup to her face and looked closely at its dregs as she spoke. Her tone and words were cryptic, and although Indy didn't truly believe in fortunetelling, he thought it was an impressive act. He did recall a Fortuneteller subclass among the choices in the game, and wondered how much of her skill depended on the system, and how much of it depended on herself. After explaining to him what she did with the cups as part of their service, Adler moved towards the entrance to advertise their stall. The Bard resumed sipping his tea - doing it quicker than usual - then glanced at Capsule and grinned at her. "If you'll excuse me..." He gave a slight nod to both Adventurers before making his way to where Adler had gone. He moved to stand beside her, with the teacup in hand. He smiled as he held it out to her. "I've never had my fortune read before. I certainly hope there's nothing too horrible in my future."

MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

'The moon and an icicle, huh? Wonder what those could possibly refer to?' An overhanging tone of lament rose solemnly through his mind as he sipped his water. 'Maybe she could tell what was wrong with us in those leaves, or she could be trying to bait out a confession. You know how well it goes when people find out about us. They all abandon us, the lone freak with so many voices in his head.' Weegee simply stared at his cup as he thought about everything, knowing the voice was right. He rose shakily to his feet with a crooked smile on his face as he faced Capsule.

"Ah, I feel much better now. It seems your allergies carry over much like many other things. It's almost as if we've been brought inside the game, rather than what I had assumed earlier as just our minds." He ran his hand through his hair as he handed his cup to Capsule. "The tea was wonderful, though some Ancient Chinese methods use herbs that can cause hives." He chuckled as he put his palm against his left temple. "Thankfully though, that didn't happen here." He caught a glimpse of Indy leaving the stall and turned to Capsule with a small smile across his face.

"It's nice to meet hopeful people like him and like yourself. You braved the earlier ruckus at my stall, and I never really got the chance to thank you properly." With that, he opened his inventory and pulled out a small carving of a Brier Weasel that he handed over to her. "Free of charge, a memento of being my first customer." With that he stumbled towards the doorway as he waved. "Good seeing you again my friend, hope sales increase for you and Adler both." Though, as he walked out of the stall he found himself face to face with a giant crowd of people, all while his body was quickly moving backwards into the tent once more.

"Uh, on second thought, maybe I could test another blend of tea you have?" The sweat on his face was obvious, as he was even paler than when he fell momentarily ill.

Word Count: 364| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

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[Adler]

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‘Right. Thick skin. Thick skin. Thick skin.’

“Happy Chinese New Year gents!” She called out to a couple of males passing by. When they turned their heads to see if they were the ones being talked to and me her eye, Adler winked. “Give us a visit for spectacular tea after lunch! She flipped her hair over her shoulder and struck a pose, smiling. They smiled back, waved, and walked away gossiping among themselves like a bunch of chickens.

‘I think that was too much.’ Trying to lure in customers coquettishly might give them the wrong impression, when all they really wanted to peddle was tea and fortunes.

‘Thick skin. Girls do this all the time, don’t they?’ She had once read an article that analyzed the sexist nature of saying it was woman’s fault if she were raped or assaulted after she “invited” men by dressing provocatively or leading them on. Something about how society recognized that men were cads and accepts it, to the point that it lets them use that as a viable defense against vilification. ‘Maybe without the posing then.’

“Hello ladies.” she said, smiling warmly to a small group of girls approaching the tent. “Won’t you come in? We sell tea and fortunes.”

“We’re meeting up with our boyfriends.” One of them smiled, clearly excited. “All the better! Bring them along, see what the future has in store for you two.” The girls looked at each other and giggled, except for one. The group cynic kept quiet until they were farther away, but Adler could still hear her over the crowd.

“It’s a load of tosh, how could you fall for that?”

“Oh come on Lydia, it’ll be fun!” Adler sighed contentedly. ‘That was loads better. I hope they do come back though.’ Movement from behind her. Adler turned slightly and found Indy holding his cup up for her to take.

She chuckled. “I’ll try not to find anything deadly.” Figuring a live demonstration wouldn’t hurt, Adler gazed into the soggy tea leaves right then and there. She hummed to herself to fill in the silence while she searched. This one was difficult.

“I see… an eight.” She said reluctantly. What was she to do with an eight? Say he was going to eat something? “These dots… a percentage mark. And an ‘O’.” She frowned.

“Well, eight is an auspicious number for the Chinese.” That should be relevant enough, given the nature of the event. “Hm… this could also just be a stick and balls.” She pondered aloud, tryingto interpret the percentage sign. “Do you maybe play billiards?” She asked, looking down at him. The ‘O’ could have meant the pool table as well. “Blackball. The eight is the most important, being the last ball both side have to sink.” ‘You’re babbling.’ “You will soon find yourself in a position where you need to reconcile conflicted parties. As the eight, you are the most prominent piece, even if it’s for the wrong reasons.” A magic eight ball came to mind, prompting that particular explanation. “The forms are a bit crude however, even for tea leaves. It won’t be a grand event, but you will still be important. You will bring an end to a small conflict.” Realizing she was repeating herself, Adler exhaled and returned Indy’s cup to him.

“There. That didn’t sound too bad.” She grinned. The ground shook slightly beneath her feet. Frowing, she looked around. A small but veritable mob of people pushed their way into the stall, bringing Adler and Indy with them.

“Oh my!” She lifted her skirts and hurried inside, moving towards Capsule to get out of the way. “I didn’t do this!” She said to Capsule, panicking now. Where on earth did they come from?

“Twinnings!” Someone yelled, triggering orders to pour from the mass. “I’ll get the pots.” Adler said blankly, unsure of what to do.

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Notes Weeg, what did you summon a mob for? D: Indy's original prediction: This symbol puts you in mind of an 8 combined with a percentage mark and an uppercase O. It looks like a crude carving. www.springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/symbols.htm

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tea time

426

►New Meridian

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

Part of the poor unfortunate mob was the young Blackcoat, shoved in the surge. He had spent a large part of the day looking about and investigating some original meals; he had been messing around with his own ever since he and the lady Elkeid had... relieved some goblins of their own, so to speak. Drink and food weren't hard to synthesize, just a pain in the ass to make taste like food. He had concocted some basic teas and toast-like foods, and when in a pinch he had learned to steal from Goblins to add to his own experiments. They weren't too bright and as long as someone else kept them busy, you could steal the whole camp right from under their faces. 

Today wasn't about mugging wild mobs. Today was a day of celebration to quite a few people, and Blackcoat took heart in the fact that, despite the situation, people could find time to create and relax. If only he could find something to do with himself. He didn't exactly have easy-to-advertise skills, nor did he try; he was often in the habit of just... ending up where he was needed, often against his own wishes. He could have offered his Housekeeper of Chef subclasses for the day, but didn't really know anyone to proposition, and on a day of peace, clerics were in short demand.

That didn't stop the poor bloke from getting swallowed in a crowd surge and then tossed into a tent, practically stumbling. The sudden waft of herbal scents and color spray took him off guard as he turned, awkward frame moving like a confused toddler. He tried to push himself out but found himself crammed in by the wall of people trying to go all over the place in the street, effectively sealing him inside. Well... might as well see what this place had. It was a very nice tent, at any rate.

Owners and or stall-runners seemed to be two females of varying forms, who looked straight out of a musical number about a gypsy and an Irishman...lady. Well, he wasn't entirely out of luck, it seemed, since there was something here he would know about - the vague scent of tea, if it could be called that. Sheepishly, he stepped forth, speaking as clearly as he could.


"H-hello, ladies. Mind if I partake in this stall's... tea?" He trailed off in his question when he fully saw the fortune telling table and all of its goodies; perhaps there was more to this place than he thought. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Capsule]

With Indy's acceptance of her friend request, that put a grand spanking total of friends at one. 'Woah, slow down there, Ms. Popular. Your internal cellphone is going to be ringing nonstop now.' Some people might have been disheartened to see such a pitiful list of friends, but Capsule didn't mind it much. When one has been lonely for years, they tend to adjust to it. A small part of her was actually a bit ecstatic, since she would be able to see how this world handled private messages for the first time.

She had learned (by eavesdropping) that you could use "telepathy" to communicate with a friend at a distance. Your head was basically the receiver, and your mouth was obviously where you sent your incoherent babblings to and from. For Capsule, who rarely used her cellphone outside of rare emergencies or as a music player, the ability to talk to someone at a distance was still fascinating. She wanted to try that out on Indy. 'I bet people here will abuse this function like they did in our old world.' Phone sex was a pretty big thing to a lot of people, and may still be here, especially when Courtesans were involved. "I bet-"

Her mental plotting was interrupted by Weegee, who was returning the used tea cup. "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better," she said with a light chuckle. "We wouldn't want to drag a lawyer into this affair, right?" Were lawsuits even a thing here? Capsule surely hoped not. There was no way she would be able to pay bail or lawyer to defend her in court. It would be a shame if she had to physically restrain and threaten Weegee over legal issues. "Oh, thank you." She took the proffered Brier Weasel carving and gave the man a lopsided smile. "Take care of yourself, Weeg." Indy had stepped out before Weegee, and with the Fox Tail leaving she would be alone in the tent - or so she thought.

The Fox Tail backed up as a mob suddenly surged forward, shoving Indy and Adler in with them. "What on earth?! What did you do?" Although Adler denied that this was her doing, Capsule couldn't help but squint at the taller woman in doubt. Why else would there be an influx of customers? "Well, whatever. It worked. Let's just work on damage control." She waved at Adler to get a move on it and prepare the pots. "I have enough boiling water for a few cups, so I can hold them off for a bit - er, just a moment Weegee and sir?" One of the newer customers was already asking for tea.

Capsule quickly shuffled behind her table before she was overrun, and reached for her stash of "tea leaves." 'Shit. I don't think I have anything that won't cause Weegee to break out in hives.' She peeked into one of the baggies that smelled strongly of lemon and peaches, and scattered the herbs into a fresh cup for the Fox Tail. 'Maybe this?' For the new customer she gave a mixture of the old blend, curious to see if he suffered the same effects of Weegee.

She handed both men two cups of hot tea, and gestured to the honey and tea placed on the table. "There you are. I hope this cup is better, Weegee. And sir -" She nodded to the apparent Cleric. "Please hand your cup to our Fortuneteller, so she can read your fortune when you're done." Her customer service skills were never top notch, but seemed enough to handle running a stall, at least.

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Playgirl

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Tea

481

►Crystalmethequins

Let the storm rage on

HP:
100%

Even if they were entering triage mode, it seemed like service wouldn't take too long. The redhead was the one to pinpoint at the tea maker, Damage control or not, at least he had some tea to look forward to as he shuffled in more to the side, trying to avoid getting into the personal space of others here, casually adjusting the neck of his epinomous black coat and scarf. The place was growing on him as he waited for a few moments, taking in the various scents and sounds, nervously looking from the redhead - Enchanter? - and the lady that looked more... showy? Showy. That was a word he could use to describe her. 

No time to flesh out his thoughts as she returned with the tea. When she addressed him as sir once more, he coughed up his voice as he reached for his tea with both hands - one for the cup, the other to steady under the cup. "Thank you, miss." Not like it mattered since he was just here to drink this tea, but the niceties had to be observed. He was right to assume something about the stall - she did reveal that this was a fortune telling stall. 

He turned his attention to the cuppa in his hands, deciding to analyze the tea how he could as he pulled to the side of the tent once more. The color was tea-like, but the scent was... strong? Too strong for tea, in his opinion. It was the kind of strength he'd expect from coffee or something else. A slight move of the cup revealed that it at least had the consistency of tea, and without further ado he took a brave sip.

That was not tea.

He gulped it down without letting it linger in his mouth, eyeing his cup before squinting into it. That was more like... heated water, mixed with... cold meds. Or rubbing alcohol. He couldn't quite place it but he just knew it was off. He could only be thankful for his Chef passive to keep his stomach from churning as it hit his belly. 

He casually tried to move forward like a Magikarp in a sea of Milotic, approaching the area of Capsule with his cup in hand, looking equal parts awkward and equal parts concerned. He just wanted to... question her, persay, but realized that approaching her when she might have been busy and how it would have seemed odd would just bug him forever. 

"E-excuse me, but, uh..." Off to a wonderful start, Cleric. ". . . this isn't tea, is it?" He kept a hushed tone to try and keep it to just him and her, as he was aware of the sensitivities of the customers, but it once more struck his brain as publicly odd to whisper to the owner of a stall. Gee willickers, Blackcoat was just the social man today. 

The cold never bothered me anyways

N O T E S: ...

CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.

[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags  Anyone in the thread words  542 PATHFINDER

He listened to the gray haired woman's prediction, humming in thought as he considered what she said. It was descriptive enough that it would make you think that the fortune was made specifically for you, while the scenario was vague and common enough that a person could form many interpretations of the same fortune, and not be disappointed when they make the wrong assumption. 'I'm sorry, but the fortune was pertaining to something else that happens in your life.' As far as fortunes went, Adler had given him one of the better ones. Indy may be a rich man, but he wasn't so fickle as to throw away money for something as unreliable as having his future predicted. Many seemed to think he would willingly spend his finances based on what they said. They thought wrong. He didn't think Adler was a charlatan, so he smiled at her and nodded in gratitude as he began to fish out some coins from his pocket. "It was an interesting fortune, Miss Adler. Thank you." Before he could hand his payment to her, a crowd of people suddenly made their way to the stall. As customers flowed through the entrance, Indy widened his eyes in surprise and instinctively took a step back to avoid being trampled or pulled in by the human wave. Without bothering to count, Indy knew that this many people would be too overwhelming for the two ladies to serve on their own. He could not, in good conscience, stand by and watch them struggle when he could be of help. So after fixing his hair and straightening his clothes, he stepped forward and smiled at the crowd, raising his voice so he could be heard by everyone nearby. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to form a line, we would appreciate it. Fear not, everyone will get a seat and a cup of tea." When some were reluctant to move, he used a bit more force and gently ushered them away from the entrance while apologizing for the inconvenience. After a few minutes, he got everyone to form a strange, wavy line, and was able to direct the flow inside without much chaos - thanks mostly to his improved sense of direction. He made sure the ones who entered first found seats before he brought in the next group, using his Pathfinder skills to easily point customers to tables and arranging it so that all could fit inside. A lot of the empty seats were immediately filled up with people who settled down in their tables. While they were waiting for their orders, Indy took out his violin and stood at the center of the room to serve as a form of entertainment. He played a simple piece, one with a nice and soothing melody that he hoped would calm everyone down and make them less agitated and impatient. The practice he had been doing before allowed him to play the song smoothly and without errors. It would have been much better with a piano accompaniment, but since he was the only musician playing, it couldn't be helped. The violin part was the only one he could play for the crowd, and he hoped that that was enough. OOC: Indy's playing just the single violin here so pretend there's no other instruments playing

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[Capsule]

While Capsule did what she could (which was minimal at best), Indy had stepped forward and offered himself (not in that way to the masses. Capsule was no good at calming down or handling crowds, and would have frozen up in Indy's place. She watched in silent amusement as the little Elf gathered the Adventurers (and the odd Person of the Land) up like a blonde, lithe sheepdog, and got them to form a line so that he could sort them out. The woman gave a low whistle in regards to the man's resourcefulness. Things may have escalated had Indy not been here to pick up the pieces.

"Excuse me, can I have a cup of tea?"

Capsule blinked and lightly shook her head. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Give me a moment." Indy, that brilliant little elf, was playing a tune with his violin, transforming the vibe in the tent into a pleasant one. It almost felt like she was back at home, sitting in one of the local cafes after work and enjoying a cup of cappuccino and a good book. The one she had frequented was very popular with couples and college students; people her age, mostly. Many of the Adventurers around her right now were around her age or still in high school, though the former seemed to be the majority. It made sense to Capsule; she figured that the younger lot would not be that interested in tea based drinks. "Here you go," she said as she started to hand the Adventurer their cup of tea, just in time to see a familiar face.

The Cleric was back and trying to get her attention, by the looks of it. "...Sir? Can I help you?" She had to lean forward to hear what he had to say, and almost wished she hadn't. 'Oh, shit.' She had just been found out, and rather than act immediately, Capsule froze up and could only stare at the man like a deer caught in the glare of headlights. 'Oh neep me. neep neep neep…'

The customer she was helping asked something, but her voice sounded heavy and far away. Capsule blinked twice in confusion, and fumbled with the tea cup in her hand. Hot liquid spilled out and down the Adventurer's blouse, making the younger girl squeal in alarm and pain. "OH GOD! MY BLOUSE!"

"Shh," Capsule hissed as she reached out and pressed the palm of her hand against the girl's open mouth. 'Damn it, woman. What the hell are you doing?' She had no freaking idea why she was trying to silence the girl. It was just an accident, right? The girl was spinning her arms like a windmill as she tried to free herself, but Capsule only wrapped an arm around her shoulders to impede her movement. "Calm down, miss. Everything is going to be alright. You're alright, right? Don't just stand there," she snapped to one of the girl's friends. "Find something to clean her up with. Use your shirt if you have to."

She then released the girl and gave her a light shove back into her friend, just as he whipped his shirt off like an idiot. Thankfully, most of the crowd was distracted by Indy's playing to pay the scene any mind. Capsule skirted around the two to edge closer to the Cleric, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who are you, and how do you know this?" She was tempted to grab him by the arm and haul him behind the stall, though she had no idea what she would do after that. For now, she just wanted information so she could figure out what to do about him later.

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Muse:
Lila Wolken

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Tags:
Adler, @blackcoat, Indy, Weegee

coded by & for benetnasch of ET

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

As more and more people crowded the stall, his pulse raced faster and faster as he sipped at his new cup of tea. It was great, much better than the first cup he had taken from Capsule and a great improvement on his first impression. "C-C-Capsule, the tea. It's a-amazing." His voice was shaking as he stared intently at the ground, before clenching his eyes closed as Indy began to play. His condition was rapidly degrading as the voices of the crowd, who were starting to form a line, seemed to close in on him.

As if without any warning, Weegee's nose burst with a rapid flow of blood, almost as if someone had just broken his nose with a large hammer. His face went pale and he felt his consciousness waver as he slumped over. The blood from his nose poured down onto his legs and hands as his body simply went limp. He didn't seem to be breathing either, although, he was just breathing too fast to truly be seen without paying close attention, although anyone could easily notice his Health bar rapidly depleting. This was the typical effect of being caught in a crowd for him, which meant that he'd either respawn at the altar, or wake up a few hours later. As he drifted off into a catatonic state of mind, he simply mused to himself before the inky darkness took over his body.

'I really hope this doesn't cause a stir. I'd hate to negatively affect Adler and Capsule's stall.'

Word Count: 255| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

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[Adler]

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The pots and cups Adler had crafted lay arranged on shelves built into the preparation counter. She pulled them out quickly, forming two rough columns of pots on the tabletop. She had just plunked the last container down on the wooden surface when Indy started his tune.

The beginning suited their setting perfectly. It was the background music to an afternoon stroll through the park, arm in arm with a suitor or a friend, when you suddenly stumble across a curious-looking tea party that was both traditional yet eclectic. The party was filled with people you liked but didn’t know knew each other, and furniture and food from different parts of your past, all tied with good memories. And yet, none of this feels strange, as things never do in a dream. Then the tune changed; it was the same melody but played more livelily, and you find yourself already among the people you were just watching from afar, enjoying your favorite cuppa, a plate of biscuits in front of you, sitting under the eaves dripping with ivy and fragrant white flowers outside a tea parlor.

It was like everyone stood still to listen to this man play—Adler did, at least. She completely missed Capsule’s exchange with the Cleric Blackcoat, though it was impossible for her to miss the blouse incident. Her eyebrows rose, watching the Pharmacist deal with it her way. Was she supposed to help? Find something to gag her with while they hid her in a closet until the event was over? Capsule passed her back to her friends though, and it seemed that that particular problem had been solved, if a bit unusually. Adler’s eyes narrowed as the ginger went around the counter to talk to a customer. Blackcoat, level eight Half-alf Cleric, guildless. At first, he had just been a black blur on her monitor, but on closer inspection, he looked harmless. Not harmless as if he couldn’t defend himself and his milk against a stray kitten, but in a way that didn’t put people on guard. It was Capsule that was acting strange, but she had other things to worry about.

“Weegee!” She had only just noticed the Fox-tail slumped over to one side, though that wasn’t where she had left him earlier. Did he get trampled on? But no, there weren’t any guards to stop the fighting. She would have rushed over, but Indy’s playing reminded her of the customers, so she walked quickly and silently instead.

“Ohhhh dear.” His health was decreasing every second. In her panicked state, all Adler could think to do was carry him over to her side of the tent to rest before she go look for help. Adler hooked an arm around Weegee’s back and pulled; he was only slightly taller than her and slim to boot, so she didn’t have much difficulty picking him up and half-carrying him past the cloth divider. Her breathing quickened slightly, but that wasn’t unexpected.

“Okay, where to put you.” Her gaze settled on the fortunetelling table. It was low, but probably high enough for Weegee to fit under it. She gently lowered him onto the pillows as he rearranged the room, moving the table to one side so she could position Weegee before moving it back to conceal him. A cloth covered most of the sides, so the body wasn’t visible unless someone lifted up a corner and ducked their head under it.

The body. ‘Weegee isn’t dead yet.’ She told herself firmly. Just then, a couple entered.

“Is this where we bring our cups to have our fortunes read?” The young girl asked brightly. Her companion, a boyish looking woman, pursed her lips and said nothing.

‘It would be suspicious to chase them away, wouldn’t it?’

“Yes it is. Please, have a seat.” Adler said, adopting her faux-gypsy-fortuneteller voice again. “Will it—“

“We’d like a couple’s fortune please.” The boyish woman scowled. Adler bowed her head.

“As you wish. The cups, please?”

The girl had both of theirs in her hands and slid them over to Adler, who peered down at them simultaneously. She wondered if she should have mixed the leaves together, but that might just make it all one big clump. She didn’t think a stone heart would bode well for anyone’s love life.

As anyone could imagine, trying to find one symbol from two cups was difficult. She was quiet for much longer than her previous readings. The boyish woman opened her mouth so speak, but Adler cut her off.

“I see a wheel within a wheel, tied together.” And it was true. There were odd semi circles in either cup that suddenly matched up while she turned them around trying to find something.

“Can I see?” The girl squeaked. Adler leaned forward and tilted the cups forward slightly, enough to offer the pair a view, but not so much as to dislodge the dregs of tea leaves within.

“Oooooh! I see it!” Despite her earlier behavior, the boyish woman leaned in, curious as well.

It wasn’t seeing the symbols in cups that was difficult however. “Both are very well defined.” She continued, settling back in her seat. A pair of wheels. Cycling, maybe? Two few wheels for a car. Adler was immediately reminded of the body that lay beneath the table. Could she still smell the blood?

Adler had nothing. It was time to take a chance and guess wildly. “You two are in an off-again on-again relationship—“

“Wrong!” The boyish woman—Rosalie—interjected. “We’ve just got together—“

“And you will eventually split up.” Adler said sternly, glaring at her. “But you will get back together again. Split up, get back. I’d like to say this is good news; that might explain why the wheels are so clear. It might just mean that you will settle into the pattern unless one or both of you decides to change something that you thought you could or would never change about yourself. Whether you will want to, I cannot say.” The two looked at each other, Rosalie with apprehension, and Emily with delight.

Rosalie was in trooooouble.

“Why aren’t you happy about this?!” Emily demanded, clenching her fists in her lap. “It means we’re meant for each other, don’t you see?”

‘Self-fulfilling prophecy.’ Adler closed her eyes and massaged her temple. Her own voice was low and raspy, so the girl’s high-pitched screeching cut through her sanity like a knife.

“Ems, it’s not like that—of course I’m happy—“ “Then why were you so unhappy about the news?” “I just didn’t want to split up at all…” Fortunately for her, the two carried their bickering elsewhere, taking the exit on her side of the tent so as not to disturb the other customers. ‘Though how they could have failed to hear that last bit is beyond me.’

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Notes First post over 1k! <3 Couple's original prediction: This symbol puts you in mind of a wheel combined with a wheel. It is drawn with elegant, flowing lines. www.springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/symbols.htm

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