[D7, EM] For My A-Muse-ment [Fortune]

[Makeshift]

Whisper was as unconcerned with his future as he was with his past. But, there had been enough discussion about both over the past week for him to consider taking a drink. Maybe it would provide some guidance or inspiration..

Maybe he'd just overthink it.

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[D7, EM] For My A-Muse-ment [Fortune], Very Hard | 1d20+6 ⇒ 14

"Broken links in chainmail. Mistakes. A gambit falls off, too heavy on one side."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"The Devil, a clock broken with letters on the radial... Chains and amnesty and all the bad things that gibber... You have lost and will lose again."

Cyprian scoffed, "What non-sense." He said under his breath... but the image in his head of the beast in the abyss. And as he thought on the fortune he slowly felt dread.

He looks around for the scam. Is she collecting tips? Are people paying her to elaborate? Where's the angle?

Fluff Perception: 2#1d20+6 18

[Makeshift]

People whose fortunes gave been told usually give a small donation to upkeep of the Singin Fountain.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He quirks an eyebrow at that. Reasons that they must be skimming donations and shrugs. Still...

"So!" He asks the assembly, "Any revelations on your ends?"

[Illiam'iira]

People whose fortunes gave been told usually give a small donation to upkeep of the Singin Fountain.

In that case, Illi will donate 5 gold!

[Mysti]

Mysti stacks 20 gold coins in two columns of ten, balancing them on the edge of the fountain.

Then she sits on the edge next to them with her back to the water and her feethhon the ground.

[Illiam'iira]

Then she sits on the edge next to them with her back to the water and her feethhon the ground.

Illi'll plop down next to Mysti, humming softly before scooting so close their thighs almost touch. "Hi Missy! Did you get a good fortune? Mine was pretty..." She gestures vaguely with her hand while making a displeased Face. "Hopin' it's not true."

[Mysti]

Illi'll plop down next to Mysti, humming softly before scooting so close their thighs almost touch. "Hi Missy! Did you get a good fortune? Mine was pretty..." She gestures vaguely with her hand while making a displeased Face. "Hopin' it's not true."

"Hey there, Illiam'iira," Mysti greeted with a little enigmatic "Mona Lisa" smile. "My fortune was ... hmm ... predictably gloomy and filled with dire portents of storm clouds and rain. I can't say I know what any of it means, but ..." She shrugged somewhat apathetically, "I rather expected a dark and ominous fortune. Story of my life -- as one might say."

She turned her dark-eyed gaze to the sunless sky for a moment, letting the drafts channeled through the city streets to rustle her raven curls. Then the rogue closed her eyes for a few moments before eventually opening them, fixing Illiam'iira with a sympathetic expression.

"My apologies that your own fortune wasn't ... much better than mine, lest I miss my guess. You ... did say that you hope it does not come true, yes? It must have been terrible indeed, and though I shall never pry into another's fortune, I'll always bend an ear for you. In case you ever wish to tell me."

She snickered quietly -- almost under her breath.

"And ... satisfy my curiosity at the same time."

The shadow rogue let a brief amount of time to pass before asking, "Say ... have you ever heard of a word ... it was ... Petrichor?" She seemed a bit uncertain if she was getting it correct, thus she sounded it out syllable-by-syllable a few times before finally nodding. "Yes ... yes, I'm pretty sure that's it. Petrichor. I've never heard of such a word. Perhaps ... a name?"

[Mysti]

He quirks an eyebrow at that. Reasons that they must be skimming donations and shrugs. Still...

"So!" He asks the assembly, "Any revelations on your ends?"

Mysti merely shrugged -- a gesture that was becoming somewhat of a trademark for her at this juncture -- and shook her head.

"Well ... if I have discerned anything from my fortune, I should probably shy away from having any picnics for ... perhaps the rest of my life?"

"Not that I had any planned in the first place," she said, though it was muttered quietly -- only Illiam'iira would have been close enough to hear.

"Oh, and Whisper ... Whisper, dearie," she patted the edge of the fountain next to her -- opposite of Illiam'iira, "Do join us if you have the inclination. Aww, wait, you didn't have your fortune told ... did you ..."

[Whisper]

He sat next to her. "It was something regarding armor, actually. I'm not sure what that's about."

Hush came up to sit in front of him.