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ataraxionlogs2012-11-13 11:17 pm
mansuetus) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-11-13 11:17 pm
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
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'llmake 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. ]
LOCATION: Level one lounges!
WARNINGS: none expected!
SUMMARY: Palm reading. Yes, you've read right. Come give her your palm and she'll
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. ]
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A question that I have asked myself many a time. Still, when a crow warns of an oncoming storm, one should take heed and prepare for it, regardless to whether it will come to pass or not.
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[ as the house of Borgia arms itself against the storm that seems to hit from a new angle every time, with alliances bought in marriage and gold. ]
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[ It was a poor attempt at a compliment if there ever was one, but an attempt nonetheless. ]