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[nonehorse]

Hello everyone! I have just two questions to ask today, so I hope you don't mind me posting this publicly. I just have no one else to ask but everyone!

So, first question: would anyone be interested in having a tarot reading done? I can do it over this bracelet business if you really like, though it's probably better to do it in person. I was actually thinking of opening a little shop for things like that, tarot readings and whatnot, but it's probably best to check if people would actually go first!

Second question! This is a little more personal, I'm sorry. I really hope that someone can help all the same, though. Has anyone got any idea of what it's going to be like to have a Sanguis, Cordis, and Iris all living in the same apartment? Or any of those two? Is it difficult to live together, and are there ways around the


The cycles, you know. Anyway, please let me know if you can help on that front, too. Thank you very much for reading all of this.

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[nonehorse]

[Holy fucking shit, they can colour the text? Avdol didn't know that!! He'll have to figure that out later (or forget about it completely, which is more likely).]

That's good, because I'm fairly sure that it won't. They're more like a lens to view life through, and to solidify your actions by. Or to bring you comfort, if you truly do want to see your future laid out for you, but I prefer to be honest about the nature of tarot rather than pretending that any future is solid.

If you just want to ask a question and see what sort of answer you get back though, I can do that! Either in person or via text, though I feel like you picking out your own card will have a more accurate reading than me thinking of your question.

[itsknighttime]

[[Completely custom for everyone's annoyance and he would be glad to teach anyone who asks. Or not if someone forgets. Still glad to teach any resident.]]

aight i appreciate an honest guy who isnt going to try to mind fuck me around for face value
not like i can double check the cards work

[[It takes him a tiny bit to type this out. He's sure someone would have gone up and down warning everyone if there was honestly someone bad here trying to prey on them.]]

i dont know how to get around this place yet other than read the addresses obviously
you got a place in mind? somewhere i can at least drag whatever they call food back to the table in trade
i promise i dont chew with my mouth open

[nonehorse]

Trust me, there's enough 'mind fuck' going on in the world without me adding to it. I'd much rather shoot straight, as it were!

How about we meet in Caihong, on Level 3? I like the ambience there, and the food's fantastic! It reminds me of Chinese cuisine, if you come from any sort of Earth. (And I've eaten with worse than someone who would chew with their mouth open, so eat as you like, alright?) Go towards the food stalls, and look out for a man with 3 chickens sitting behind him. Live ones! Those are my companions, and they make me easier to spot than the average person.

[It might be a bakery that Avdol sets himself up at this time, since he's meeting everyone in Caihong at different food stalls. He's hungry, alright! And he's indeed standing out the front, three chickens peeking out from under his robes as he tears into a mooncake. Kind of hard to miss, even amongst the bustle.]

[itsknighttime]

god i havent had chinese food since
like i was three i think
giant fuckin yes is what im getting at
three chickens in the food court yep okay ill definitely recognize you
ill be the guy with the shades and the red outfit cant miss me we shouldve set up code names

[[Which is the last thing that Dave sends before actually getting off his ass and pretending that he's used to human contact in the form of being around people and not just typing or being in the general vicinity. True to form there's a god damn man with chickens. He didn't doubt it, but it's just not something he sees every day.

Grain of salt and Dave is on his way over. True enough in a varying degree of red outfit, all of it aside his shoes and his glasses right down to a red cape and the red representation of a minimalist cog on his chest.]]

So. [[He starts as he shuffles up, hands in his pockets.]] I'm guessing not a lot of people are the three chicken guy I'm supposed to meet here and if there's more than a singular three chicken guy I'm going to need you all to start wearing nametags.

[nonehorse]

[If they weren't in Caihong, all that red Dave's wearing might scare Avdol's girlfriends off, but they just give him a wary look and scoot in closer instead. Who knew that chickens have better sight than people, right?

The man himself doesn't have any of that apprehension, though. His face lights up instead, and he holds out a brown paper bag that likely holds another mooncake of varying colours. It's all part of the service, y'know? Gotta offer those freebies or people will think he's a scab (even if he's generally a broke bitch, which is why they're here in the first place).] Indeed! I hope I'm the only one, or I'm going to be sending a lot of people on wild hen chases today. And you're 'the guy with the shades and the red outfit', so that's two for two!

So that you don't need nametags, though, I'm Mohammed Avdol. Fortune-teller, voice of reason, and apparently dead when I return home! Pleasure to meet you face to face. I like the sunglasses, by the way.

[itsknighttime]

[[Girlfriend chickens sound like the coolest thing and it's too bad that they didn't like red, it's the only thing Dave has to wear. He's given up green. His eyes are definitely on the chickens now and again, he likes birds but they have given him a small pain in the ass for some time during his life.

Dave smirks at the wild hen chase and looks in this bag he's being offered. Someone is offering him food. This doesn't compute but he says a soft thanks.]]

We got all our stuff in order I guess. Thanks for this.

[[He lifts the bag so that it's obvious what for. He's going to hoard it at home.]]

Cool, man that's a neat name. Mohammed. [[He's testing it out, hoping he's not butchering it too badly.]] Thanks. They were a present from a good friend-- Dave, by the way. My name I mean not the friend that gave me the glasses, he's John, but I'm Dave. Strider. Dave Strider.

[[Excuse him.]]

Okay awesome now that I've thrown spaghetti out of my sleeves, why don't we get you and your ladies a nice seat?