Want your tarot cards read? Come into this veiled corner and see what's in your past, present and future.

::Luke enters this corner, which had the dimmed just enough for him to see his surroundings. He sits down and waits for someone to perform a tarot reading for him.::

::The 'psychic' enters and sits down in front of Luke.::

"Welcome, my friend. I am a psychic of the highest power... would you like me to read your cards?"

"Yes, please. Is there anything in particular I need to do for this reading? Like prick my finger with an athame or something?"

"... no. All you need to do is draw three cards from this pack."

::The psychic pulls out a pack of tarot cards and holds them out to Luke.::

"Shuffle these, and without looking, select three and lay them on the table."

::She hands him the cards.::

::Luke takes the deck of tarot cards and shuffles them accordingly to the psychic's instruction. He shuffles them a second and a third time before finally taking three cards from the set. Luke gently places them on the table between the two.::

"What now?"

"I will read your fortune."

::The psychic turns over the first card.::

"Ah, the page of cups. In your past, there has been a lot of struggle with debt and money. However..."

::She turns the next. It is the Moon.::

"You will overcome that worry and marry your girlfriend who you are currently with. In your future, I see..."

::The final card; Death.::

"Well. Death. You will die within a week. Five dollars, please."

(Girlfriend? Since when do I have a girlfriend? Also, since that isn't true, I seriously doubt that I'll die in a week. No way I'm paying for this...)

::Luke storms out of the corner annoyed and back into the Magic Shop to examine some herbs and athames and other accessories he might need in the future.::

"What a bitch..."

::The psychic goes to make up more random fortunes. She sits and closes her eyes.::

::Lirie pulls aside the velvet curtain and walks into the little room. Scanning the walls, the prancing flames of the candles and the snoring Psychic, Lirie sits down across her. Thinking it would be rude to wake her up, Lirie stares instead at one of the flames, waiting for the Psychic to wake up::

::The psychic opens an eye and regards Lirie suspiciously.::

"Dead in a week. Five dollars, please. NEXT."

::Lirie smirks at the Psychic::

"Really? You can tell that by just looking at me? Aren't you gonna open the deck?"

::She takes the deck herself, shafles it and places it in front of the Psychic. Dividing the deck into three, she beckons her::

"Read..."

::Without as much as looking at the cards, the psychic stares at Lirie.::

"Dead, dead, dead. Five bucks."

::Lirie rolls her eyes and opens the cards. One by one, three pictures of Death revealed to her. Lirie gags and shafles the cards quickly, openning them again in front of the Psychic, concentrating on her. Scanning the pictures, Lirie screws her face up and gets up to her feet::

"You might have some problems with a female authority figure in your life, and... pay attention to the details..."

::SHe shrugs and walks into the Magic Shop::

::Patience walks in an spots the psychic. She sits down on the stool accross from her and folds her hands and lays them on the table.::

"Hi, I am Patience and the wiccan told me you could read my aura."

"I can read many things, Patience."

::The psychic leans back and regards Patience with a relaxed eye.::

"Your power to manipulate will come in very handy soon. You will be... challenged. Your only defense lies in your power. The evil that is after you is unwittingly powerful. You must stop her before she unleashes what she possesses."

"WOW."

(Challenged? Evil? She? Great...so that means someone is after me...and it could be one of my friends.)

"Thank you so much for the warning...I promise I will practice my power so that I am ready for my challenge."

::Patience rises from her seat and takes out five dollars from her purse. She lays it on the table.::

"Thanks again."

::Patience walks into the magic shop her mind wondering.::

::Petunius brushes past the beaded curtains and walks into the candlelit mysterious looking room. He nervously walks forward and takes a seat in front of the psychic.::

"Uh...okay, I've never actually had one of these things done so be gentle okay?"

::He places his hands on the table, waiting for the psychic to do her thing.::

::The psychic looks at Petunius and blinks.::

"What is it you wish to know about?"

"Oh, boy where to start. Well, I've just started this whole new life in San Francisco, with a completely unexpected...calling and I'm feeling as though I've lost my way. I've met this girl and we hit it off at first, but now it seems that there's something darker somewhere in the background holding us back. We just had a fight over something completely stupid and I feel as though things are going to get a lot worse."

::He pauses for a while, then speaks again, the weariness in his voice evident.::

"I'm just not sure where I'm going anymore."

::The psychic looks at Petunius silently before opening her mouth.::

"Go back to P3."

"That's it? That's your great insight? 'Go back to P3'? I hope you don't expect payment for this because...wait...wait I'm getting a vision of the future myself and guess what? Not gonna happen."

::Petunius sighs to himself in frustration before storming back to the magic shop.::

::Luke arrives and seats himself in front of the psychic.::

"Uh, yes. I would like to know if this mermaid named Ariel is all right. Blonde hair. Bitchy exterior. Hot as hell. Has a particular disliking for an equally attractive Texan who can copy himself. Or does she?"

:: The Psychic looks Luke once over, with a raised eyebrow. ::

"I'm sorry, I cannot tell you the impossible. $20 please."

:: She holds out her hand expectantly. ::

"Screw you, bitch!"

::Luke returns to the main area of the magic shop.::

::Petunius walks into the darkened room and sits down.::

"Hey. Me again. Here to see if there's anything in the cards for me."

"Yes, actually."

::The psychic shuffles a deck of tarot cards.::

"Here. Pick three. Lay them facedown on the table."

::Petunius gingerly outstretches a hand and picks one card slowly and places it face down on the table in front of the psychic. He does this again two more times before placing both hands on the table and waiting expectantly.::

"Okay. This card;"

::She hovers a hand over the one on Petunius' right.::

"Signifies your past."

::She turns it over. It is "The Fool".::

"Ah. This implies that in the past you were rather spontaneous, and had to expect the unexpected. Or, just, that you were an idiot."

[I know shit about tarot. Excuse me.]

::Petunius stares at the psychic for a moment, thinking about what she's said.::

(For someone who knows fuck all about the tarot, she's pretty spot on about that.)

"Interesting. What else can you see?"

(Actually, asshat, it's KT who knows fuck all. I, the Psychic, pwn all your asses. If anything here is 'technically' incorrect, we shall rename this the ACW TAROT!)

"The second card tells us of your present... ah, The Chariot. Hmm... negative connotations of this card are something of an overinflated ego - selfishness, putting oneself over others... it also symbolises some good news might be on its way."

"Huh."

::Petunius goes over the information given and frowns.::

"Definite no to the selfishness and putting oneself over others."

::Pause.::

"And it's not really an overinflated ego when you're the only one who's doing everything for certain mindless novice nitwits posing as witches."

::The psychic gives Petunius a coy, knowing smile, and turns over the last card. It details a skeleton wearing a hooded cloak with a large, serrated scythe. The word at the bottom of the card is in small capitals and reads DEATH.::

::Petunius rolls his eyes at the revelation and folds his arms.::

"Cute. Care to elaborate? I faced death too many times to be freaked out by a simple tarot card."

"I feel this is best summed up by a slightly paraphrased Corrs lyric;

'To sweet beginnings, or bitter endings.'

The Death card can mean a new beginning for you, change and... all that. Or... dun... dun... dun..."

(OMG teh Corrs!!11)

"Oh my...the Corrs? Are the kewlies--I mean coolest. Anyway. Here's to sweet beginnings and not so much bitter endings. How much do I owe you?"

::Petunius gets up and reaches into his pocket for his wallet.::

::Hearing something slamming in the area of the magic shop, Petunius gets out a wad of money and tosses it onto the table in front of the Psychic.::

"Here. Keep the change."

::Not wasting any more time, he runs out to the magic shop.::

::Patience walks in and looks around.::

"Hello...I'd like a reading p-la-ease."

::The psychic regards Patience with a suspicious eye, then gestures for her to take a seat.::

"Back again, I see. Here. Take these."

::The psychic extends a wrinkly hand and passes an old, worn pack of tarot cards to Patience.::

"Shuffle them, then without looking place three on the table face down. I shall read your past, present and future."

::Patience does as instructed and places her hands on the table in anticipation.::

(Not that I'm rushing you or anything.)