I've been a miner for a heart of gold

[mansuetus]

CHARACTERS: The Lady Borgia turned fortune-teller and You.
LOCATION: Level one lounges!
WARNINGS: none expected!
SUMMARY: Palm reading. Yes, you've read right. Come give her your palm and she'll make up tell you your future!
NOTES: depending on who you are, she might be a bit more flirty than usual, perhaps somewhat bolder, because of the mask. also prose/action are welcomed!



[ She may have never worked and this may have not changed on the ship, but one could not say Lucrezia Borgia was idle.

She would read, she would write down all the texts she could remember; prayers, mythology, poems and sonnets. She would write them in black ink in pretty letters so they may be read later on by others.

She thought of writing her memories but found that she wished not to; memories were both a happy and a sad thing here.

Today, she found herself annoyingly idle and bored and decided it would not do.

With a sudden creative determination, she decided to become a fortune teller for a day. A game.

Borgias were known for their games; Lucrezia's were simply of the innocent kind. Or appeared to be, at the very least. More than anything, she wanted to know and to meet, to keep company and enjoy company. When reading ones palm, you may yet discover much about the person even without actually knowing the art of palm reading

She chose a seat at the side of the lounges, gold locks and a gown of pale pink silks. A girl in appearance, sweet and docile. Her grin was not quite that, mischievous and playful, challenging and perhaps secretive.

She would offer it to anyone who passed her. ]

Will you hear your fortune told?

[ Her tone is both serious and light enough to assure that it is naught but a game. But even a game can pass the hours. ]

Comments

[rickon]

[A small boy approaches, with a large wolf in tow.]

Could you tell Shaggy's fortune?

[mansuetus]

[ She has met enough Starks to recognize a direwolf. Only she never knew there was such a young boy among the pack. She smiles and examines both, all faux consideration. As if he had asked her the most important question in the world. ]

Shall Shaggy care to hear it? I can and shall. But if a man's fortune can be told from his palm, a direwolf's can be told by its paw. Shall he lift it for you so I may see it?

[ she would totally tell his fortune, yep. ]

[godofthemachine]

[Fortune telling? What a laugh. AM knew that the best fortune tellers were nothing more than expert body language readers. Either this woman was incredibly stupid for thinking she could read fortunes, or else she was one of the smarter ones, thinking she could dupe others into believing she could read their thoughts. Either way, this would be a very amusing situation, so he decided to play along.]

Oh, I suppose. Why not.

[mansuetus]

Lend your palm then and I shall lend you my words.

[ she tries to be super serious about this whole thing. Wonders if she could predict something that will be amusing, that will bring up smiles on the lips of these people. The ship is far too saddening. ]

[hostage]

I didn't know you're a fortune-teller.

[Of course, everything Jesse knows about fortune-tellers comes from comics and '80s movies, so he'd expect one to look a little more creepy gypsy and a little less... well, beautiful princess.

He drops down into the chair beside Lucrezia, not quite smiling but at least looking interested. He hasn't been in the best state since Jane disappeared, but he's trying not to be too gloomy in public. Everyone has it bad here, after all.]

[mansuetus]

I keep many secrets, Jesse Pinkman the Alchemist.

[ not a lie, even. She is a Borgias. Borgias thrive on secrets, they keep them close to their chests as they do poison and daggers. Being unable to carry weapons, Lucrezia values weapons as the most important of weapon.

But secrets are not on her mind today, thankfully. ]

Shall you show me your palm?

[inspirited]

[Chuck approaches her out of curiosity if only because she had never met someone who could tell fortunes before] You're a fortune teller?

[mansuetus]

Today. Tomorrow I might be an artist or a singer, whichever shall look more attractive

[ 'tis a game, Chuck. She quirks one eyebrow extending her hand. ]

Your palm, signora.

[bruxisms]

[ And Stannis is just eyeing her, really not quite sure what to make of this whole matter. ]

[mansuetus]

Have you never had your palm read, my lord? It is quite common in Rome.

[ not among nobility. Common women would know the art better than herself. Palm reading is blasphemous if one views it as magic; mostly it is viewed as amusement for the simpler people. But Lucrezia finds enjoyment in everything, disregarding her status and position. If it's fun, why not. ]

[king]

Are you a sorceress then, Lucrezia?

[ Arthur pauses as he passes to lift an eyebrow at her. He's not actually serious: unlike Merlin he doesn't believe in prophetic nonsense. So it's far from an accusation, and more a joke. He remembers fondly that he and Morgana and Gwen, in far earlier years, had played a similar game, where she would pretend to be a mystic like in the books from across the sea, and promise Arthur a kingship and Gwen a husband and both of them fair fortune. Harmless stuff. ]

[ Still, it hardly seems fitting that he occupy himself with that sort of thing now that he's grown, so he doesn't immediately sit down with her. ]

[mansuetus]

A sorceress!

[ she grins; what a blasphemous thing, sorcery was. So against everything Christian, so against her Holy Mother Church. At the same time, Lucrezia always took an interest in the tales of warlocks and witches, of magic and spells and women who looked fair and golden one moment and darker the next. ]

Not at all, your Majesty. Simply mysteriously knowledgeable.

[ he is handsome, Arthur Pendragon. As handsome as the songs and the tales have told. She wonders if he had married Guinevere already, has taken his Excalibur out of the stone. He looks so young. ]

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ Alistair is wary. He's heard stories about fortune tellers in Antiva stabbing people when they don't give them money for palm reading, even if they're not usually true, but... ]

[ What if she's really good at it? What if she could tell him about some dumb thing he's going to do during his rule, and that knowledge could help him be a better king? ]

[ Well, he has some coin in his pocket, so he's not in any danger of getting stabbed. He thinks. Why not? ]

All right. I'll bite.

[mansuetus]

Your palm, signore.

[ a small grin; her Italian is always with her, even here when most men and women do not speak it. To be truthful, Lucrezia knows little of palm reading, one of the maidservants used to teach her in secret and while she remembers it, it was mostly basics. She is an observant young woman and so when she looks upon his palm she mostly thinks of the way he carries himself, his build, a man of military surely. ]

I see great battles, warrior.

[littleduck]

[Prim's out exploring, trying to figure her way around. The offer catches her by surprise and she simply stares for a moment, unsure of how someone even told a fortune. But the girl offering seems nice enough, and like she doesn't mean any harm.

So eventually Prim nods and makes her way over.]

Do you need anything in return?

[mansuetus]

[ A child! How adorable. And what a pretty child too. She regards her with her best mysterious smile and answers her in a hushed voice, as if they're sharing a secret. ]

A thing most priceless, sweet one. A price higher than gold and diamonds.

[ she looks aside as if to make sure no one hears this outrageous price of hers. ]

Two smiles from you is what it'll cost.

[cl_cl_claudius]

A great challenge in my case, dominilla. Shall you tell it to me in verse, as the Cumaean S-syb-sybil did when I visited her long ago? Or in riddles, like the Oracles of l-legend?

[mansuetus]

Riddles, I think, my friend.

[ for all of her mischief, she rises and curtsies. He is an Emperor, she is a Pope's daughter and respect is something she has for him in large sums. ]

I remember others' verse well but cannot create my own, alas.

[sweetmotherofgod]

I wouldn't mind. I should warn you, I'm kind of a challenge.

[ She's bucked a couple prophecies already, what could one more hurt? So she steps over to join the girl, expecting nothing more than a game. ]

Aren't fortune tellers meant to be... I dunno, older and creepier?

[ Heather that is the most backhanded compliment, good job. ]

[mansuetus]

Are challenges not the most enjoyable part of the work?

[ She grins at her questions, her voice filled with amusement, lightness and joy that often walk hand in hand with her young age. ]

Perhaps I am an old hag in disguise.

[cocksauce]

[ Even though there are lots of people to see and run into on the Tranquility, John's already starting to feel restless. So he's bored and wandering around, thinking about going to his locker to grab his cigarette rolling kit, when he peeks into one of the lounges and sees a very beautiful young lady reading people's palms. Thinking that it looks like a good way to kill time, he stands aside and watches, waiting for a chance to have his fortune told.

Once that opportunity arrives, he waves. ]

Hey. Is there anyone else in line, or do I get a turn now?

[mansuetus]

Come sit with me, signore, I regret that you had to wait.

[ She never knew so many others would enjoy this game. It makes her happy, to help people pass the time and think about something else other than darkness on this ship. This is how we'll win in this odd war, she thinks; we will not let darkness consume us. ]

May I have your palm?

Hope you don't mind a late tag

[bottlearum]

[Jack Sparrow has seen a lot in his long life. He's fought armies of skeleton men and Davy Jones and was on fantastic terms with the Goddess of the Sea. And so when she asks, he takes it with the utmost seriousness.]

Don't see why not.

not at all!

[mansuetus]

Then sit, Captain and lend me your palm and I shall tell you your fortune.

[ He is a curious one, the Captain. There are many captains of other ships aboard this one, it would seem. Ships who sail the seas and other ships who sail the stars. They are all charming. ]

late tag?

[dirtyword]

[ He saw it from the corner of his eye--the teenager saw long blonde hair and a flash of pink and thought it was Emily, just for a second. Enough to do a double-take, before he realized that the pink he mistook for one of her sweaters was actually a robe, and the other looked stunning. A lot more regal in appearance.

Ren Fair, he assumed automatically. And while he didn't smile--he didn't like smiling, never really did--he did nod his head, brown curls bouncing slightly. The only reason his eyes were visible underneath his bangs was because of the rounded glasses he peered at Lucrezia from.

Fortune? ]

What's a doll like you tellin' spook stories for? [ But he's sitting down. He'll bite. ]

always welcome!

[mansuetus]

[ The nickname wins a smile as she dips her head down, perhaps in a show of shyness. She peers at him a moment after, her smile changing into a small grin. ]

Perhaps your fortune shall not be frightening at all.