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Cover Your Eyes

Mar 17, 2009 08:28

Olga slips in the lakeside door, shaking the wet snow off her coat and heading for the fireplace. There's a hint of a smile on her lips as she settles into one of the overstuffed chairs, peeling off her gloves and scarf. A passing wait rat brings her her usual Turkish coffee, waiting to accept its tip in silver coins.

Her meeting with Eduard has ( Read more... )

olga, teja, ben (loserz), eisenheim, nathan petrelli, gibbs

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benloserz March 17 2009, 15:50:36 UTC

"Hey Olga. How are you?" Look it is a Ben Winchester, a quieter, more subdued one.

olyabird March 17 2009, 15:54:37 UTC

"Ben, good morning. Not so bad, and yourself?"

benloserz March 17 2009, 15:56:20 UTC

"Eh, so-so. Busy with school and work." He shrugs a bit. "Missed you, actually." He was wondering if a friend had vanished again.

olyabird March 17 2009, 16:07:25 UTC

"Oh I've been around. The barn, mostly. You know, if you need me, you can leave a note with Bar. She can find me."

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pirate_gibbs March 17 2009, 16:23:37 UTC

It's wise to seek one's fortune (unless the fortune you mean is of a monetary nature). Indeed, it's bad luck. And yet, Gibbs has spent a small amount of coin talking with soothsayers now and again.

"I don't suppose that you can tell me what the weather will be next week, could you, lass?"

[ooc: alas, nothing of note in Gibbs' future. Have fun!]

olyabird March 17 2009, 16:30:23 UTC

"Certes, for you I could. Please, have a seat." Her accent places her as a Muscovite, an' sure Gibbs has met a few of those in his day.

"Are you paying in silver or gold?"

pirate_gibbs March 17 2009, 16:34:08 UTC

"Gold today." He digs in his pocket for a couple of gold coins of unknown provenance, with a language that he might call Dwarfish. "Will this cover it, lass?"

olyabird March 17 2009, 16:36:45 UTC

She looks at the coins and bites each one on the edge.

"Indeed." She leans forward in her chair and gives him a piercing look, a flash of gold colouring her dark brown eyes, gone as quickly as it had come. "Do you have your compass with you?"

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waylostandfound March 17 2009, 16:51:34 UTC

(OOC: Also at work, but so tempted to send this one along, hehehe)

olyabird March 17 2009, 17:01:57 UTC

(OOC: It'll be open for awhile. When you get a chance.)

ostro_goth March 17 2009, 17:12:06 UTC

By the fireplace, there's also a man; dark of hair and eye, clothes and mien, brooding over a large clay cup held in his hand.- He looks up at Olga and her sign with interest, but doesn't stir much.

olyabird March 17 2009, 17:17:09 UTC

Olga passes an eye over him briefly and looks back into the fire. She is content to let him brood.

It is not in her nature to bother strangers who look like they don't want bothering.

ostro_goth March 17 2009, 17:19:18 UTC

"Greetings," he says, after a long while, when curiosity is getting the better of him.

olyabird March 17 2009, 17:34:53 UTC

"Good day," she answers.

She thanks a rat who brings her a second cup of Turkish coffee.

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waylostandfound March 17 2009, 18:50:13 UTC

Nathan was around, having a light lunch that he was just finishing. He noticed the sign in passing, and eyed it.

"You another who sees the future then?"

olyabird March 17 2009, 21:17:25 UTC

Olga looks up from her coffee to see the gentleman at the table.

"I see many things, the future among them."

waylostandfound March 17 2009, 22:22:52 UTC

Nathan got up and approached her table.

"You paint, get visions what?"

olyabird March 17 2009, 22:24:45 UTC

Olga quirks an eyebrow at him, and after a long moment, she gestures to the chair opposite her own.

"It all depends on the person for whom I am scrying."

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