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?

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[cache_coeur]

[Sciel finds herself chuckling.]

Of all days! That's so dark. [Sciel loves her a little more for it.] Well. Next drink's to her, then. I know she already got one but she can have another.

[demainvient]

Of course she picked that day. She always did have a dark sense of humor.

[ And he seriously doubts she really meant for him to hook up with Lune; she just wanted to inject a little levity into a terrible day. ]

Yeah. Next one to Soph.

[ And one to Pierre after that, maybe... Tristan, Lucien, Catherine, Margot, all the rest. By the end of the night they'll have had enough to toast to the whole Expedition, probably, and maybe it'll feel almost normal again, finding themselves tucked into a corner of a booth somewhere, laughing and curled into each other.

He lifts his drink, tips it, gives it an exaggeratedly considering glance. ]

Which means we'd better finish these up, so we can get to the next one.

[cache_coeur]

[She reaches over to him, hand roving from shoulder blade and down his back, a little smile on her face. Sophie knew he would make no effort to make it so even if he did take it seriously, of course, but she did want him to be happy. If that meant being with someone else, so be it. She'd come to that conclusion years earlier. Why not make her blessing clear?]

Mm, yes. It'll be a challenge to top this one, but they can't all be the best.

[Back to the menu she goes!]

[demainvient]

[ The touch is nice, grounding, and he leans back against it with a smile before leaning over to the side, peering obnoxiously over her shoulder at the menu as if he might be able to try and discern what she'll pick next. ]

What's "tequila," do you think?

[cache_coeur]

[She chuckles, taking the opportunity to learn the side of her head against his temple.]

I’ve tried tequila, actually, and I want to see what you think of it! So let’s do that one.

for a wrap!

[demainvient]

[ He lifts his current drink and nods in agreement, enjoying the pleasant warmth already seeping through his limbs. ]

Tequila it is.

[ What could go wrong? Even if they wind up messily drunk and stumbling back home, barely holding each other up, it'll be worth it. He's almost forgotten that tarot card existed at all. ]