Who: Alex & Open What: Let's pack it in When: May 13, early morning Where: His tent, then the dining hall Warnings: TBD
Alex was tired. His vision was swimming, and he needed to unplug, eat something, and go to sleep. And if he had to explain one more time that Death or the Hanged Man turning up in a reading wasn't always a bad thing, he was probably going to choke someone. People were so fucking literal sometimes.
He did his last reading for the night and left the tent, his cards tucked safely into an inner pocket of his jacket. His mother had impressed it upon him since he was a teenager, the cards were to be protected and treated with respect. Seeing the future, however fleetingly, was no trifling thing. They had their own warded box on Alex's nightstand, and if anyone but him tried to open it, they'd be in for a surprise.
He yawned widely and heard his jaw crack, and he shoved a hand through his messy hair as he made his way back toward the Village. He really wanted something to eat first, he was getting grouchy from low blood sugar. Even if it was just a big sandwich or something, he'd take it gladly. And coffee. Gods above and below, he wanted a coffee.