UN: ScielCandide | Video

[cache_coeur]

[The camera is fixed on a table, upon which sits a neat stack of cards –– black with gold foil in the shape of a sun and moon bisecting each other. The user’s hands pass over the deck and spreads it wide into an arc. Her hands are tanned, with two rings on her ring finger and one on her index finger, and she has so many colourful braided bracelets that some wind around her palm.

Her voice is pleasant, playful, French, a little theatrical:]

Bonsoir, mes amies!

Tonight and tonight only, I will tell your fortune with a single card. Tell me your name, and if you would like to hear about love, money, health or the soul.

If it moves you, you must repay me with an amusing anecdote about yourself.

Ready to play?

Comments

[cache_coeur]

Mm. What do you think of all this now, then? You haven’t seemed as distressed as when we first spoke.

[repaintress]

[ The slight warmth and good humor drains out of Clea's voice, replaced with a wall that is nearly tangible, stiffness replacing her previous slightly more relaxed air. ]

I allowed the situation to get the best of me. I apologize for my behavior, madame.

[cache_coeur]

[What a reaction. Sciel pauses, and then just settles for gently teasing:]

Now, Clea, we can’t drink together and then go back to you calling me “madame.” It’s fine. No apologies necessary.

[repaintress]

[ Necessary or not, Clea feels she should - finding out Sciel is a teacher had slid some things into place. There's still a slight remove when Clea speaks. A caution. ]

I can't very well call you monsieur. You would look terrible with a mustache.

[cache_coeur]

[She laughs.]

Good thing most people call me "Sciel", then!

[repaintress]

Monsieur Sciel?

[ Clea is certainly the child in class who made things Difficult. ]

[cache_coeur]

If you insist! The moustache it is.

[repaintress]

An exceptionally long one that twirls at the ends.

I shall work on it post-haste.

[cache_coeur]

Wouldn't have it any other way.