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Jaime Elizabeth Davies (frogs_not_birds) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-01 13:53:00

Variations on a Theme
Characters: Jaime, Lindsey
When: Sunday evening
Location: front steps of her trailer
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth
Summary: Jaime attempts to invent a variety of happy life stories
Status: Complete
[And the usual threading with my psychic notes]

Earlier, she'd prowled around after her exhibit -- attraction, whatever -- tent had been set up. She'd gotten an idea of the layout of the place, and she'd poked and prodded at a few minds just because she could. Most of the solid thoughts she'd caught had been about family, about lives back home, and Jaime was curious what she'd read if she tried again in a month. People were an adaptable lot, and she was willing to bet that in a month most of them would be more concerned about the day to day than what they'd left at home. Because this reality had a very concerning day-to-day. After checking that the inside of her fortune teller tent was as presentable and mysterious as it could be, Jaime made a note to see if that one chick could find her some incense. Incense was probably invented by now, she was pretty sure, and the inside of her work tent had a smell she wasn't sure she was going to cope with long-term. Something to mask it might be good for the customers, too. And fortune tellers were all about incense, right? Right. She'd played with the tarot cards until she could move them around without dropping them or looking like an idiot shuffling them. She was going to completely wing the reading of them, though there'd at least been a paper that had the meanings of the major arcana, and the idea that reversed cards meant the opposite. She also thought about taking the "obviously bad" cards out of the deck, but she thought instead she'd just try to keep track of where they wound up in the deck and only whip them out for the assholes. She'd place nice with the good people, but the people that rubbed her the wrong way ... well, giving them a bad fortune was her way of rebelling. One of many. When things had wound down and everything seemed settled for the evening, Jaime tried on her Gypsy attire and plunked her ass down on the steps leading to her trailer door. She had a piece of paper resting on a piece of cardboard and a stub of a pencil that she was using to make a list of possibly cheerful futures for her visitors tomorrow. While she might look the part of a fortune teller just now, she certainly didn't sound like one. Singing at a normal volume, she penciled in a few ideas. "The sun is shining, but everything's dying. Your star has burned out for good somewhere in Hollywood. I swear you told me that you'd be my life support -- guess I misunderstood. You were my deadlihood." Given her extensive traveling the past few months, Jaime had memorized an awful lot of songs on her long drives, and she had a fairly eclectic repertoire to work through, and she fully intended to subject everyone to her singing at some point. With a little smile, she continued to sing, and write.