Jolene will reflect upon the curvy lady in the Golden Orb and try to remember how much they resemble each other. Will also try to take in the features of the two men following her out.

{I need to contact Marshall Greene, perhaps even right now! But how could I text message in the middle of my demure lady manner? Maybe I can go powder my nose? Or just take a outside?}

"Thank you for the introduction, dear Mr. Blanco. I am Miss Rydell, it has been a genuine pleasure. If you may excuse me, Mr. Blanco, I would like to give you gentlemen some privacy and take in a little outside air.

I will return in a moment, gentlemen."

Once excused will head towards the exit seemingly pre-occupied with my compad and casually taking out a cosmetic from my purse.

"Unfortunately this deck was a gift to me, and I'd feel dirty parting with it... I don't suppose you'd be interested in a reading as small consolation though? I've been practicing. Many forms, many methods, many interpretations..."

Blinov takes the card back and starts shuffling.

Blinov:
Blanco looks mildly disappointed, though he tries to hide it. "Ah well, I thank you for letting me down easy Mister…Yegor, was it? I must say, I don't get to converse with many folks of similar gifts these days. Back home, you can't throw a stone without hitting one of us. Things are much quieter here."

"Tell me…what did you make of the card you drew, the throne?" he asked, tracing his finger along the table. "If I like the answer, I may very well take you up on that reading!"

Jolene:
You recall that the young woman from the Orb was blonde and supermodel-thin, with her long gloves and stolen pipe. This woman is curvier and a bit more mature-looking, wearing a dark purple form-fitting jumpsuit.

The men are identical twins, at least 6 feet tall, with buzzed platinum hair. They are wearing long coats and fingerless gloves.

As you leave the boys to converse with Blanco in Heathen Eyes, you walk into the bright midday sun. When you look around, the woman and her followers are gone. As you fiddle with your compad and purse, you hear a struggle coming from the alley alongside Heathen Eyes!

Jolene will call Marshal Greene. When he picks up, or an answering machine, she'll say audibly, "Marshall, a pleasure to return your call. I'm glad to hear you're nearby..." And then either leave a message of her first name and current location, or start off the conversation with those facts. She'll otherwise pretend to be oblivious to the noises in the alleyway.

{Something dangerous is going down! Better pretend I can't hear, but at least contact a lawman and give my name and location. Even better to seem friendly like and on a first name basis. That way they should feel cautious about continuing in the alley or getting me involved!}

Will bust out my powder compact with mirror and casually check out my face for blotches, but angled towards the alley just in case whoever is in the alley gets any stupid ideas to surprise me.

Denny

Watches as Blanco and Blinov discuss thier similarities and then says

" Blinov I want my reading "

He takes a seat across from blinov

Blanco:

"It's Blinov," He corrects kindly. He then holds the deck to his forehead, eyes closed, analyzing the card. "Overwhelming emotions," he says after a second. "Control. It could mean that I am prey to emotions that are overwhelming me and need to keep them in check, but that isn't right, sooo..." He opens his eyes and looks up at Blanco. "The likelier interpretation is that someone is controlling me or intends to control me through my emotions." He puts the deck on the table. "With concentration I could get a clearer picture, but that would be tapping into my mental reserves if you know what I mean. Wouldn't leave much for me to perform a full-range reading for you and my friend here."

Denny:

Blinov holds up an index finger to let Denny know he'll give him his reading once he knows where Blanco is going with this.

Jolene:
Marshal Greene is glad to get your call. "Ah, Heathen Eyes? Hm. Interesting choice. All right, I'll be there soon..."

The noises in the alley escalate, from grunting to full body-on-body pounding, and then silence. A sudden flurry of motion catches your eye in the mirror! It's the woman stepping quickly from around the corner. She fixes her hair and pauses, seeing you with your compact. She walks hurriedly towards you.

"Hey," she greets you cordially. "You wouldn't happen to have anything for this, would you?" she asks, indicating a nasty looking bruise on her left cheek, right below her already-existing half-moon scar. "Make-up emergencies...you know how it is!" she sighs.

Blinov:
Blanco's eyes flicker merrily, and he laughs. "Oh, you are a smart one. I must confess, when you walked in and sat down in my club, from the very first second, I had every intention of testing your skill--a manipulation of sorts, perhaps. But now your skill is clear, and you are too clever to be manipulated..."

"As I said before, my homeworld is flush with psychics, but here on Qetesh...I have been here a few years, and I can count the number of psychics I've encountered on one hand," he says, raising his fist in illustration. "Each one of them has proven to be a disappointment to me.  So far, you have not."

"Please, continue--read your friend, if he really wishes to learn what fate has in store..."

(OOC: I don't remember if I posted it before, but I've been drawing my cards from here: Random Tarot)

"Pardon Marshal, fashion emergency." /leaves phone on.

"Oh gracious! You poor dear, I don't mind a whit!" /hands compact over. In hushed whisper, "Hope you gave whatever it was a 'what for.'" As she applies make-up, continuing in whispers, "Sometimes I've been known to bust out a shoe whoopin' 'gainst the furniture I bump into. Don't laugh, makes me feel right good again, it does."

Blanco:
Blinov nods in respect. "Tell me more about your world. I've known only a few people with this sort of talent, so what you're describing is difficult to picture."

Denny:
Blinov will perform a full range reading for Denny, past present and future, spending a psi point for it and everything (leaving him with 1). He'll even let Denny choose what aspect of his existence he wants emphasized; romance, business, danger, etc. Blinov is very straightforward and crisp about all this, like his fixing a computer.

Blinov:
Blanco grits his teeth. "Atargatis," he says as if he just drank sour milk. "It's the sort of place those psi-worshipers in the Concordat only dream of."

He watches you as you prepare to read Denny. "Perhaps if you ever decide to seek this place out, I could pay you to take a message back for me...God knows I'll never show my face there again!"

Jolene:
A sleek black gravcar pulls around the corner as the woman finishes concealing her bruise. "Thanks doll! I owe you one," she says with a breathy wink. As Marshal Greene emerges from the car, the woman fast-walks in the opposite direction. Greene does a double take when he sees the woman, a look of recognition.

"Ms. Rydell?" the Marshal asks you. "Ah, hello. Sorry to track you down out of town, but I didn't think it could wait. We appreciate your associate's assistance yesterday, but I'm afraid it's just the beginning. Is there somewhere more private we can all talk?"

(OOC: Rookie, once you decide the aspects of your reading, we can commence. Shipyard, would you like to draw or shall I?)

"Oh, Marshal! Glad you could make it. And so soon!" Compad phone turned off now, naturally.

Will continue niceties, delay, and feign to finally powder my nose, mirror checking in the direction where the robust brunette went, until she seems adequately out of sight & earshot. If Marshal seems frustrated with the delay of niceties, will shoot him dagger looks to play along while keeping my voice genteel. Once I feel safe Jolene will answer his question where to discreetly talk.

"Sorry to chew your ear right off, must be wearing on your patience and all. Aren't you just a saint! I think I have an idea where to catch up quickly before we meet up with my friends. Right this way..."

Jolene heads off to the alleyway where the sounds occurred, in Marshal Greene's escort all the way. In transit she'll add in a tense whisper, "You're timing couldn't be more perfect! Was gonna make a simple call to you and then I've been right scared ever since I got out here! Heard scufflin' sounds round this corner, then a whoopin', if I've ever heard one.

Got scared and knew I should call the long arm of the law, leavin' my name and last location lest I get swept away. Was a sheer mercy you picked up. Bust out my compact here and used the mirror to keep a sly lookout behind me at the alley. Lordy, I just wanted to scream!

/grabs at his forearm and squeezes, closes her eyes, and flinches hard. lingers a touch as if he's safety incarnate, then releases, all 1950s damsel in distress like.

"Then this lady you now saw — who just left this establishment before me, and followed by this pair of burly male twins — comes as you please outta here. Coulda scooped my jaw off the floor, you could. Sees me and asks to borrow my compact. Has a bruise on her cheek, right under a crescent scar. So naturally, fearin' for my safety, I leave my phone on and play up nice and friendly like, as you may have heard. I don't even know what'll I see comin' up..."

Jolene:
Marshal Greene nods attentively, clearly picking up on your apprehension and playing along. "Yes, it is funny how the air seems different here! I mean, you'd think all domes would be...the same...right?" He peeks over his shoulder to see if anyone is watching.

"Crescent scar?" he asks seriously as he escorts you to the alley. "Yeah, I thought she looked familiar. But twins? That doesn't ring a...bell..."

As you turn the corner, you see the bruised bodies of the twins, groaning as they drag themselves to upright sitting positions. Greene rushes to one's side and motions for you to tend to the other. The identical men have near identical injuries to their face, apparently clawed across the bridge of the nose with long fingernails.

"That bitch," the one closest to you grunts. "She ain't getting away!" He struggles to get to his feet but tries not to say any more. The other one is likewise silent.

Greene turns back to you. "Geez. What did she do to them? Did you see anything else when they were in there?"

Quote from: Mr. Kent;793931 Shipyard, would you like to draw or shall I?

Surprise me (and Rookie).

" Business Please "

Maybe some of the conversation with Blanco has brought up some old memories of the family, and family business...

(Can we hear any of the stuff going on w/ Jo?)

Blinov and Denny, Inside Heathen Eyes:
Blanco eagerly pulls up a seat for the reading. Blinov, you flex your fingers, shuffle the strange holographic deck, and draw three cards face down. It is as you said: Past. Present. Future. Denny requested insight into business, and so it shall be...

The first card flips to reveal a young soldier--a knight, to use feudal parlance. He rides a horse, covered in some sort of blanket. The blanket is adorned with many ancient coins, and they sparkle as the soldier rides up a hill. The serious expression on his face shows that he will not give up, even as the hill's incline grows ever steeper and the terrain grows more dangerous.
[Flashes of the Past. A hardworking father's sacrifice, moving his family across worlds to afford them a better life. Ingenuity breeds fortune. The family's fortune is secured.]

The second card is not the triumphant victory the knight would have expected. There are nine bowls or cups suspended from the ceiling, hanging upside down. Whatever goodies the cups contained--liquor, jewels, expensive baubles--now spill out and tumble into a dark pit below. The knight from the first card appears (which strikes you as odd--you've never seen holograms from different cards interact before!). The knight tries to catch the items as they fall, all in vain.
[Flashes of the Present. Loss and uncertainty. The father's legacy has been stolen from his family by one he claimed as a friend, a brother. The emotional fallout is messy, and still occurring.]

The final card is…perplexing, and you aren't sure how to explain it to Denny exactly. It looks like the first in a sense--it is a knight as well, but his face is skeletal, like a corpse. This figure, deathly pale, rides a similar horse to the first knight, and ascends the hill--is this the knight's son? The land crumbles and rots in his path. Yet, even after Death passes by, he leaves fresh green growth in his wake. When the rot passes, there is a chance for new life…
[Flashes of the Future. The sons inhabit their father's roles, following to a logical conclusion. However, fate is rarely logical, or fair. Destruction of one, or both? A reconciliation?]

(OOC: Through a front window those inside can see that a car has pulled up and Jolene is speaking with--hey! It's Marshal Greene from yesterday. But you couldn't hear any of the business in the alley.)

Jolene, In the Alley:
The twins are adamant that they didn't attack without good reason. "She knows where our friend went--she was the last one seen with him!"

Greene shakes his head. "I'm going to level with you," he explains to you quietly. "I recognized that woman--she was taken in for questioning in the past--something about a missing persons case. We had nothing to hold her on. So I understand if these guys are upset, but it's likely this woman had nothing to do with their friend."

"This is out of my jurisdiction, Miss Rydell. I'll leave it up to you. We can call Jessup authorities to investigate this whole altercation, or just turn them loose…"