[[OOC: So here's how it goes: Every couple of days, there's going to be a new party thread for Carnival happenings. Pretend I posted this much, much earlier, but there you go
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The fortune teller's booth, in question, is brightly colored and standing outside it, looking more like a nympth than a gypsy, even with her flowing skirts, bangles, and braids, is Marigold, the fortune-teller, herself. She's bright-eyed and laughing, drunk on that opening night high and if people who pass by her get a little more excited about the festivities, well... Nothing wrong with that.
"Come on, sweetie, you look like you could use a glimpse into your future," she coos, beckoning people towards her tent with a clink of silver bracelets.
Of course, she can't really see the future, but her predictions always come true, one way or another. It helps when you can give that extra nudge.
There's a carnival in town, of course Dusty's going to show up.
She was going to ask Ruvin to come with her, but since Ruvin was out doing her own thing, Dusty had come alone. And the fortune teller booth seems like good fun. She's already gone through the funhouse (QUICKLY) and peeked in at the 10-in-One (creepy), and she's eaten her cotton candy and is looking for more fun to be had.
Oh, hello there, little girl! Mari perks up a bit and beckons her closer. "Sooo. Interested in seeing what your future holds, are you?"
And she's a teenager too. Teenagers are easy. Usually if you throw some line about their lovelife and which of their friends is going to stab them in the back, they can be played pretty easily.
Well, this one won't be quite so easy. Dusty's not really all that concerned about her love life, and she's got so few friends and is trusting enough that she doesn't even think about friends stabbing her in the back.
But it should still be fun, yes?
"Uh... yeah, I guess so!" she grins a little and steps towards the tent. "Sounds like fun!"
Mari opens the flap and makes a grand, bowing gesture, indicating that Dusty should step on through. The tent's layout is about exactly what you'd expect a fortuneteller's tent to be, right down to the covered table with the crystal ball in the middle of it. The crystal ball gives the impression that there's smoke and images swirling through it that only Mari can really decipher, but that's just the general air of Glasya deception she keeps over the whole place.
"Have a seat," she grins, waving to the chair on one side of the crystal ball as she takes the seat across from her, holding out her hands across the table and offering them to her. "So what's your name, sweetie?"
"Hmmm." Mari closes her eyes and looks like she's going deep into a trance. "That's a cute name. Do you live around here, Dusty or are you just visiting this lovely city?"
To any casual observer, it would look like she was feeling out energies, which isn't entirely a lie. She's feeling out something. Emotional weak links. You can find out a lot about a person by watching how their emotions shift through various subjects.
The emotional bubblyness wavers. "Um, I'm... I'm from Woodridge. It's about 45 minutes away. But I'm staying in the city right now," she continues quickly. "Um, with a... a friend."
Mari doesn't generally keep her wings out, because they clash with her ensemble, but the girl's skin feels like an angel's, and oh doesn't she know all about that instinct to run as soon as you get your wings, especially if Mommy and Daddy aren't exactly supernaturally inclined. It adds up in her head, but it's still a gamble.
"Oh? Oh, but you have to be going home for Mother's Day, right? I'm sure your mother misses you very much."
Saying things like that to a potential runaway (unless she just hates her mother- and Mari can work with that too) is bound to pull more heartstrings and get someone way more emotional than Glaysing at her ever will.
"Oh... y-yeah, of course!" Dusty tries to smile, but... well, all her emotions are saying pain, and loneliness. She can't go home, they wouldn't be able to see her. If she sends a card, that might make it worse.
Well, that's enough to give her an idea of a good fortune. Lonely little girl with no parents? Play with her head and get her attached to the first guy she sees. If Mari gets her way, it'll be some sketchy guy. Maybe it'll be someone in the Carnival, because that could be fun.
She lets go of Dusty's hands and runs her fingers over the crystal ball. "Oh, yes. It's very clear to me now. I see a man in your future. A very important man. He'll make you happier than you've ever felt before."
And while she's saying these words, she's just gently building an emotional framework- feelings of adoration, hero-worship, and a number of other emotions people associate to young girls when it comes to father figures or older brother figures. She's not crude- she's not going to make the girl lust after some random guy... Whether the guy pervs on her in return for her affection and adoration has nothing to do with Mari
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Maybe not clinging. Maybe just... getting starry-eyed. And babbly. And not wanting to let the guy out of her sight. 'Cause that's how Dusty gets.
She perks up, though. "Really? I mean, that would be... well, just things have been hard, y'know? And it would be really great if good things would happen."
There is a little, dirty, funny-looking people toddling about the carnival grounds eating half of a hot dog she found on the ground. She stops and tilts her head at Mari, basking in the excitement coming from the Glaysa.
And here she comes to see what the demon is up to. "I'm Cy," she says, and takes a bite of hot dog. "You feel funny."
"Aww. Aren't you tiny?" Mari says, putting her hands on her knees and leaning down to Cy's level. She doesn't react to the you feel funny comment, she just smiles and says, with a tiny wrinkle of her nose, "Well, you look funny."
She reaches over and ruffles Cy's hair. "Do you want a reading, little one?"
"Come on, sweetie, you look like you could use a glimpse into your future," she coos, beckoning people towards her tent with a clink of silver bracelets.
Of course, she can't really see the future, but her predictions always come true, one way or another. It helps when you can give that extra nudge.
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She was going to ask Ruvin to come with her, but since Ruvin was out doing her own thing, Dusty had come alone. And the fortune teller booth seems like good fun. She's already gone through the funhouse (QUICKLY) and peeked in at the 10-in-One (creepy), and she's eaten her cotton candy and is looking for more fun to be had.
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And she's a teenager too. Teenagers are easy. Usually if you throw some line about their lovelife and which of their friends is going to stab them in the back, they can be played pretty easily.
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But it should still be fun, yes?
"Uh... yeah, I guess so!" she grins a little and steps towards the tent. "Sounds like fun!"
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Mari opens the flap and makes a grand, bowing gesture, indicating that Dusty should step on through. The tent's layout is about exactly what you'd expect a fortuneteller's tent to be, right down to the covered table with the crystal ball in the middle of it. The crystal ball gives the impression that there's smoke and images swirling through it that only Mari can really decipher, but that's just the general air of Glasya deception she keeps over the whole place.
"Have a seat," she grins, waving to the chair on one side of the crystal ball as she takes the seat across from her, holding out her hands across the table and offering them to her. "So what's your name, sweetie?"
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To any casual observer, it would look like she was feeling out energies, which isn't entirely a lie. She's feeling out something. Emotional weak links. You can find out a lot about a person by watching how their emotions shift through various subjects.
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Because she can't go home.
She tries not to think about that.
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Mari doesn't generally keep her wings out, because they clash with her ensemble, but the girl's skin feels like an angel's, and oh doesn't she know all about that instinct to run as soon as you get your wings, especially if Mommy and Daddy aren't exactly supernaturally inclined. It adds up in her head, but it's still a gamble.
"Oh? Oh, but you have to be going home for Mother's Day, right? I'm sure your mother misses you very much."
Saying things like that to a potential runaway (unless she just hates her mother- and Mari can work with that too) is bound to pull more heartstrings and get someone way more emotional than Glaysing at her ever will.
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Well, that's enough to give her an idea of a good fortune. Lonely little girl with no parents? Play with her head and get her attached to the first guy she sees. If Mari gets her way, it'll be some sketchy guy. Maybe it'll be someone in the Carnival, because that could be fun.
She lets go of Dusty's hands and runs her fingers over the crystal ball. "Oh, yes. It's very clear to me now. I see a man in your future. A very important man. He'll make you happier than you've ever felt before."
And while she's saying these words, she's just gently building an emotional framework- feelings of adoration, hero-worship, and a number of other emotions people associate to young girls when it comes to father figures or older brother figures. She's not crude- she's not going to make the girl lust after some random guy... Whether the guy pervs on her in return for her affection and adoration has nothing to do with Mari ( ... )
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She perks up, though. "Really? I mean, that would be... well, just things have been hard, y'know? And it would be really great if good things would happen."
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She steeples her fingers and gives Dusty her most mysterious look to cover up her own quiet gleefitting at snaring another successful mark.
"Oh, honey, you have no idea." She waves her out with a clink of bangle bracelets. "Now run along now and embrace that good fortune of yours."
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And here she comes to see what the demon is up to. "I'm Cy," she says, and takes a bite of hot dog. "You feel funny."
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She reaches over and ruffles Cy's hair. "Do you want a reading, little one?"
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She peers at Mari's tent.
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