C-BAD-013
Barista: Joy Livingstone
Date: Jan-8-2020
Receipt: C-BAD-013
Subject: Omens
My deck won't stay still.
Every time I draw, the cards shift—ink swimming, symbols twisting the second I start to understand them. The Fool becomes The Hanged Man. The Tower flickers, collapsing and rebuilding itself in a breath. Even the steady ones—The Sun, Strength—won't hold. Won't stay.
I shuffle, draw again. The answer won't stay. The second my eyes land on it, it rewrites itself. I don't know what this means—but I can guess.
We're stuck.
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This isn't a trick of the eye. If it was, Victoria or Ichabod would've seen through it. ██'██ ███ ██ ████. ███ ██ █████. ████ ███'█ ███ ████████—███ ██ ████ ██ ████ ███'█ ███ █████████ ██████. ██████████, ██████████—████ █████ █████ ███ ████ ██ ███ ████████ ██ ██ ████ ██ ███ █████████. ███ █████ ██ ███ ████ █████. ███ ████ ███ ███ ██████ ██████ ████████ ████ █████. But here? Wherever the hell we've stumbled into—this place isn't here or there.
The others feel it. They know something's wrong—but they don't know how wrong. Not yet. Maybe Ichabod and Victoria are starting to get a sense of it. Eoin—he looks like a man who's already died. Pale. Motionless. Waiting. But for what?
I don't like this.
And I really don't like what's waiting on the next draw.
Peace, love, and whatever's left of Joy.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“The (lack thereof) Art of Death and Lust.”
Divination Trivia | 1 Word