State of the Sooky
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valarltdWork/Health. I am out of compliance, radically, with my CPAP. I take the damn thing off in my sleep. So, I have crocheted thumbless mittens, which require me to keep my fist balled up, to sleep in. Also, going to bed earlier. We shall see. If I cannot get into compliance, I get a 2 week, unpaid vacation in which to do so. Do not want.
Mudd & Kids: Tomorrow is "See you at the Pole." Mudd's school has scheduled it for 7:45, which is when classes take up. Mudd is giving a test first period. Oli is wearing her triple moon shirt and pentagram. I told her it would be very bad form to yell "Isis! Isis! Ra Ra Ra!" as she walks past. Mostly because no one would get it.
Writing: Pain/pleasure=2819/5000, some on the Masquerade and on Songs as well. Must plot on Nick & Corban a while more.
Card of the day: Knight of Pentacles. Be practical.
Scent of the Day: Theodosius, the Legerdemain. Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean. As described this is a very white scent. It's sweet and light and I love it to pieces. At very dry, it is musk and tea and a little fougre. Fougres work on me.
(My Carnivale Diabolique decants came! I have Wulric the Wolfman, Theodosius, Antonino the Carny Talker, Cottonmouth, Isaac the Living Skeleton, Doc Constantine, Aracnia the Spider Girl, and the Organ Grinder.)
Story
A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:
“Master Theodosius
Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
One thousand years of marvels.
Enter at your peril.”
Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.
Mudd & Kids: Tomorrow is "See you at the Pole." Mudd's school has scheduled it for 7:45, which is when classes take up. Mudd is giving a test first period. Oli is wearing her triple moon shirt and pentagram. I told her it would be very bad form to yell "Isis! Isis! Ra Ra Ra!" as she walks past. Mostly because no one would get it.
Writing: Pain/pleasure=2819/5000, some on the Masquerade and on Songs as well. Must plot on Nick & Corban a while more.
Card of the day: Knight of Pentacles. Be practical.
Scent of the Day: Theodosius, the Legerdemain. Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean. As described this is a very white scent. It's sweet and light and I love it to pieces. At very dry, it is musk and tea and a little fougre. Fougres work on me.
(My Carnivale Diabolique decants came! I have Wulric the Wolfman, Theodosius, Antonino the Carny Talker, Cottonmouth, Isaac the Living Skeleton, Doc Constantine, Aracnia the Spider Girl, and the Organ Grinder.)
Story
A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:
“Master Theodosius
Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
One thousand years of marvels.
Enter at your peril.”
Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.
