Cover Your Eyes

[olyabird]

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

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[pirate_gibbs]

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!]

[pirate_gibbs]

"Thanks, Olga." He heads off, and wonders just how he'll explain their heading to Captain Turner.