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Who: Ada Vessalius and YOU
When: 11/25
Where: in front of the Cosplay Cafe
What: Curious fortune-tellings.
Rating/Warning: None!

At any time, there’s usually a decent number of people coming and going from the Cosplay Cafe. However, today there seems to be something a little different about the crowd. They all appear to be huddled around one of the tables out front. Of course, at first it hadn’t been a large gathering at all - just two people at a table. But as people saw what the girl was doing - one by one they became curious and one person at a time, the crowd grew.

There was a young man - he’d been a customer no doubt - and then there was Ada Vessalius. She was again dressed up; this time in a cute kimono, but perhaps more interesting than that was the state of the table in front of her. There were cards all over it - tarot cards. If you asked, it would seem that this wasn’t the first she’d done this today. Upon request, a few customers had received her as their enthusiastic fortune-teller.

It seemed she had just finished, smiling at the customer before gently gathering the cards back into her hand. Perhaps you’d like to be next? Or maybe you just have some questions. Either way, it doesn’t seem like she’s going anywhere just yet.

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"Eh...?" Too old... no, it was probably the other way around. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to study the things she did if she wasn't at least as old as she was now. Although... depending on who you might ask, it probably wouldn't be considered appropriate for her now, either. But he couldn't possibly - shouldn't ever know the true nature of her hobby.

And then it sinks in. He's going to let her read his fortune. Her face visibly lights up and she motions to the chair. "No of course not! Please sit. I'll show you what my studies have taught me." Although it was meant to be an acceptance of his challenge, she was probably a little bit too invested in this. But it wasn't everyday that Elliot indulged her.

"If this turns out to be a complete waste of time, I'm leaving," he replies easily, expression crumpled in visible exasperation, mouth creasing as he tilts his head down to appraise her, accordingly gliding into the seat. "I'll give you five minutes."

But that's not how it is, even: that he hates her so much that he can't stand to be in her presence. If anything, it's the opposite. Ever since arriving in Tellus, his dynamics toward everyone else he's encountered from the same planet have been too kind, ranging from outright forgiveness to emotional displacement. Ignoring the kneejerk desire to go sprinting up from the chair, all promises be damned, he blinks back down at the cards in slow-boiled resignation.

"I'm obviously unacquainted with these sorts of ventures. Is there anything I need to do?"

"That's fine. But I don't intend to let this be a waste of your time." It's not just acceptance - it's also confidence. Even if readings could never be one hundred percent correct, she was sure that each one was able to show people things that they wouldn't have known on their own, or simply wouldn't have thought about in a particular way. That's why she loved tarot cards so much and she hoped that... at least a little bit, she'd be able to share that with Elliot, and he'd be at least a little better off for it.

She sits up a little bit straighter and looks him in the eyes. "Readings are less accurate the broader the subject. So if there's something in particular you'd like to read into... things like finances or relationships or luck... it's best to narrow it down to something you're curious about."

And Ada herself is a little curious about what Elliot would choose to ask about as well. What would someone like Elliot want to know from the cards? It was a little exciting. "Other than that, everything else is mine to do."

"There isn't much I care to know that I wouldn't be able to find out through my own means. Relying on elaborate hoaxes like these only invites trouble." He can't see himself getting converted into becoming a believer of mysticism and mawkish voodoo rituals anymore than Ada Vessalius would actually take the hint that it was a lost endeavor attempting to convince him of its validity, but it's negligible. All of it is, really. And the sooner he can get her off his case about never buying into her scams, the sooner he can get back to doing absolutely nothing with his life. A win-win situation.

Swiping a hand through his hair with a messy flourish, he redirects his gaze back to the cards with a growing sense of apprehension. It's not as if he believed any of the tricks and stratagems employed to make people believers, but she was staring at him way too intently, attention fixated to one single point in a bout of quasi-enthrallment (a gesture that likened her to her peculiarly inscrutable brother).

"Luck, then. Will anything momentous happen in the coming month?"

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