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[destroy_restart]

Tower is by the observation window, cigar and scotch in hand, pondering cyclical destruction.

This place was so good for it.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Kara Thrace - say sorry!]]

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[oh_frak_me]

A much more sober, hollow-eyed Kara Thrace heads downstairs, looking for a cup of coffee and something to read. She spots Tower by the window and changes her plans, heading in his direction instead.

"Hey. Um...Tower, right?

[destroy_restart]

"Yes, that's me," Tower says. "You need a tarot card, but might get an old man smoking a cigar. The world is full of surprises."

[oh_frak_me]

"You said a few nights ago that you're an oracle. You see the future?"

[destroy_restart]

"No," Tower says. "I know it, and have cards that express it. I am a card - embody what it stands for. I can look at the pictures of my siblings for you, no problem."

He smiles - pretty young woman, after all!

[oh_frak_me]

Kara ducks her head.

"Will you look at the cards for my future?"

[destroy_restart]

"Yes, of course I will," Tower says. "You're already with me, it seems - let's sit at a table together, then? Better for laying down cards."

He cocks his head at her.

She's single-minded. Distraught. At a Tower kind of juncture, maybe, or shortly before it?

[oh_frak_me]

She sits down quietly and holds her hands out as she's been taught to. She doesn't know what she hopes to hear.

[destroy_restart]

Tarot takes out his deck, and starts shuffling.

"Tell me, in so many words - what do you want to know?"

[oh_frak_me]

She blinks. That's not typical, but she forces herself to relax.

"I don't...I don't really know. I was told, the same night we talked, that I'm going to die, soon. I guess...I really don't know."

[destroy_restart]

"Do you want to know about reasons and alternatives for your own death, then," Tower asks. "Is it that?"

[oh_frak_me]

"Yes."

She wants to know that Lee will be well also, but the gods are rarely so specific.

[destroy_restart]

Tower holds out the cards to her.

"Take some off the top!"

[oh_frak_me]

Kara takes a few. Cards at least are familiar to her. She holds them out to him.

[destroy_restart]

He takes them back, puts them underneath, and spreads the cards - three rows of twenty-six cards.

"Pick seven cards out of these, and hand them to me!" he says.

[oh_frak_me]

She picks them up carefully. The first, twelfth, and twenty-first from the first row, the third and thirteenth from the second row, the fifth, twelfth, and eighteenth from the third.

[destroy_restart]

Tower puts them down as she hands them to him.

"There's me!" he says when she gives him the second card.

Then, he adds his own, and looks at them.

"What do you think?"