Divination (Cas)
Destiny woke up in a soft bed, with white sheets.
She wasn't against white sheets. Some of the best beds she'd ever been in had those. But they were never her bed, which meant this wasn't, and that was really disappointing. She sighed into the pillow, then sat up very abruptly.
Wait.
She'd been in the fucking old west. There were tumbleweeds. And Sam had a cowboy hat, and she had her little fortune telling stand...
She ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed her eyes. Where the fuck was this? The room was nice, if sparse, and there was another one, seemed like. Everything was more modern. And her favorite tarot deck was on the table next to the bed, along with a lot of her jewelry. Destiny realized she was dressed in some of her favorite stuff, too--she had on short pink shorts, a tank top, and a flowered, flowing robe of the kind she would wear at home.
She stood up and checked the closet. Her boots were there, and some other wardrobe choices that she hadn't seen since Hemlock Grove.
Sufficiently weirded out, and sure this was another 'planet,' Destiny grabbed the tarot deck and began to do a reading.
She had her specific question in mind, but as she laid the cards down, they told her something else. They were telling her that a man (male, based on the card, formerly of high rank) was in a dangerous position. The related cards showed her it was potentially mortal danger.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit," she said to herself, with feeling. She shoved boots on her feet and ran out of the cabin, not even looking at the other room (which was stocked with a few things she could use for potions and other divination purposes). Outside was tropical paradise, but that fence...
... that fence....
She stopped at the center of what seemed to be a neighborhood of cabins and looked around for whoever it was doing something incredibly stupid.