Resurrection City IV: Et In Arcadia Ego

[Old Fezziwig]

And then, Diggory has a thought. "Well, lads. Here we are. Madame Sosostris. Ye really want me to be having me fortune read?" He looks at her with some concern, mostly feigned, but some of it quite real. I hope the fellows follow me on this — at least for the time being. We might be able to get some useful information out of her if she can really read me fortune.

 

[JimAde]

"Come on," Trevor says enthusiastically. "Have a go."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Sosostris draws a number of cards from her tarot deck and places them in a cross pattern on the table before you. She places her finger on the card in the center. "This represents your central purpose, the question now in your mind." She turns the card and examines it. "You seek answers. Great questions dominate your mind, but you may not be expecting the answers you receive.

"This card," she says, pointing to the left arm of the cross and turning it, "represents the past, what has come before. A network of reliable friends. Advice from trusted comrades." She points to the right arm. "What will come to be in the future." She turns the card. "Success in an endeavor or project. But success that comes with an unforeseen cost, one which demands sacrifice.

She points to the top card and turns it. "This represents a force working in your favor. A friend in an unlikely place. Given the central purpose card, possibly someone who will be more forthcoming with answers than you might expect."

Finally, the bottom. "A force working against you." She turns it with a finger and smirks slightly. "An unanticipated obstacle. A sudden fork in the road, as it were. A change you are not expecting."

Madame Sosostris looks up and, for the first time apparently, recognizes who you are. She peers at you intently for a moment. Behind you, the door to the outside slams shut. A mischievous look comes into her eyes, and she moves her hand towards the red scarab around her neck.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Diggory sits and has his cards read and, unsurprisingly perhaps to those who know him (but a touch surprising to himself), is very impressed — and slightly thrilled at the chance that this, too, is real.

When Madame Sosostris recognizes him, Jamison grins. "Miss Harrington. It's grand to see ye again. I'm afraid that we didn't get a chance to say goodbye properly in Wales. Alas. Although now that we've found ye again, I have to tell ye (and it's against me better nature) that the scarab looks rather fetching on ye." Er, that's right, Jamison, now's the time to be flirting. Fer the love of God, ye better hope Walsingham and Hewitt have a better sense of things than ye do right now. Despite his internal doubt, Diggory focuses his attention on the woman, staying alert just in case things go off the tracks again. His right hand absentmindedly checks for his Bowie knife.

 

[JimAde]

"Indeed," Trevor agrees. He smoothly reaches forward, taking her hand and kissing it gallantly before it can fall on the scarab. "It's always a pleasure to renew the acquaintance of such a charming lady," he says, not relinquishing her hand.

[OOC: I don't know if I'll get away with that, but it's worth a shot. ]

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Thank you for the compliment, Inspector," Harrington/Sosostris says. "And likewise to you, Baron," leaving her hand in his grasp. "I hope the tarot-reading was enlightening, Inspector. I can assure you, there is a reason I have my reputation, if I may say so. Take that to heart and think about all I had to say." She takes on the haughty air she had during your conversations in Wales. "Have you given more thought to the things we discussed?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"The tarot-reading was delightful, many thanks — I will keep it in mind in the future. As fer the rest, we'll we like to be having a word with yer man, the doctor." Jamison sincerely means the first part, but is certainly trying to be as vague as possible about the second. He's not, as of yet, truly figured out what he'd ask EIECET. There is, simply, too much.

 

[JimAde]

Walsingham releases the lady's hand and finds a seat.

"The tarot-reading was delightful, many thanks — I will keep it in mind in the future. As fer the rest, we'll we like to be having a word with yer man, the doctor." Jamison sincerely means the first part, but is certainly trying to be as vague as possible about the second. He's not, as of yet, truly figured out what he'd ask EIECET. There is, simply, too much.

Trevor simply looks at Miss Harrington expectantly.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Sosostris raises her hand to her chin, thinking for a moment. She narrows her eyes and then looks towards you. "Very well, a talk with him it is. Doubtless, you've heard him referred to by many names. And none of them are his true name. His proper name is Nystor Ferencz, and he is the proprietor of this carnival. He will likely be in his work-room. His wagon is at the end of this plank-road." As she begins reshuffling her tarot deck, she looks up once more. "Do not be alarmed by his...state."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"And we can just walk right in there, then?"