MADAME XANADU // n i m u e (i_look) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-07-15 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | inara serra, madame xanadu, murder mystery, zz:status complete |
MM: Curiosity Shop [Inara]
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Xanadu left Dur Waffle House with Lorne. He'd opened the door as a gentleman, not out of pity. Something about him reminded her of the kinder personalities at court, the sort that no longer existed. He was gentle, refined and just a little bit foppish. The soothsayer enjoyed that as he talked about finding a nice masseuse at The Bates Motel. It didn't matter that the request was just a little silly.
"I'm not sure we'll be so..."
The seer trailed off as if remembering something. Perhaps it was something about a swamp, but that was not quite right.
She was in a swamp. Nimue peered at The Bates Motel once more as if trying to remember something about it. She did not want to get too close, even the color looked as if it did not dare to stay there. It frightened her a little. She was supposed to be somewhere, wasn't she? Not back home, but somewhere in The City. Something tugged at the back of her mind. She scratched just behind her antler wreath, idly.
She could venture into The City. It would be very dangerous, but even a seer does not ignore persistent feelings, gut feelings. It was a sad feeling; she'd lost something there. She turned to pick up a satchel from her hut. It would be very dangerous to travel. And as she turned, she remembered something. She paused, and thought distantly of The City.
But that wasn't quite right either. Xanadu was in The City. Only now she was alone.
"Lorne? I think something is wrong."
There was no response.
"Lorne?" she called.
She needed a look. Xanadu closed her eyes, removing her sun glasses she put them away in her bag next to her wallet. They hit something that jingled. Xanadu kept her eyelids closed, but sacrificing a bit of concentration, pulled out a set of keys that were not there previously. When her eyes opened they were complete and intact. Her vision was blurred only for moments before Xanadu found herself staring at the skyline of The City for the first time.
But it wasn't the first time, was it?
Xanadu determined that The City must have been from a dream. Her eyes looked red and wet like she'd been crying. Xanadu wiped her newly regrown eyes with the back of her hand. They stung but she knew the feeling would eventually pass. She looked at the keys in her hand. Behind her there was a shop called The Magic Box. Taking a chance she tried the keys. They worked.
Inside the shop it looked as it had before, but with a more Asian inspired decor. When she looked at the loft, it was covered in silks and pillows. There was a small table with a crystal ball, and along the wall of loft existed all her jars of captured spirits which had followed her from her previous life. All her things were there.
Xanadu looked lost in her own shop. She found two sets of cards on the bar table next to the cash register. One set were for the services of Madame Xanadu, the other were for someone by the name of Inara.
Xanadu had never heard that name before.