Look into the Crystal Ball | Open

[hulk_ling]

Who: Class 2-2 (Abigail Hobbs, Alphonse Elric, Becky Rosen, Bela Talbot, Bucky Barnes, Carlos, Cecil, Damon Salvatore, George Lass, Integra Hellsing, Jojen Reed, Leonard McCoy, Mr. Gold, Phil Coulson, Regina Mills, Teddy Altman) and whoever comes to visit! (OTA)
Where: Class 2-2’s Fortune Telling Booth (Second floor, second classroom)
When: Japanese High School AU Event (Saturday through Wednesday)
Rating: PG/PG-13 depending on the sort of Fortune’s being told
Summary: Come get your palms read! Or Blue! Or any color you desire! The Fortune Tellers are ready to peer into the void and produce a glimpse of your future or a profound statement from a fortune cookie. Catch-all for the Fortune Telling Booth!
The Story:



When the first person walks into the room they will see that the classroom has been transformed. The lights have been dimmed by someone hanging blue cellophane over the fluorescent lamps and the typical desks are now shifted and moved around the room, covered in exotic, lacey fabric. The chairs are hidden in the corner and large pillows surround the desks creating a warm, plush atmosphere. Ethereal music is drifting lightly through the room and some students are dressed as gypsies while others look more like swamis. There’s a light, fun atmosphere here and everyone whispers, moving from one table to the next, talking to their favorite Fortune Teller.

What will your fortune be? That depends on who your soothsayer ends up being. Perhaps you’ll find a riddle, a prophecy, or just a bit of advice. If you’re really lucky, the dark room and the soft music might lead to something more than just palm reading.

The choice is yours. And with all fortune telling, remember to choose wisely. You never know who in the class might be gifted with the “sight” and their fortunes might just come true.

Comments

Regina Mills | True Love Fortunes | OTA

[madehervows]

[Regina, contrary to several of her peers, has opted for a bright white dress, encrusted with (fake, possibly. Who knows with a mother like Cora Mills?) gems to give it a mystic air. She stands out amongst the decorations of the room, her way of saying 'just because it's fortune telling, doesn't mean it has to be tacky!'

She has a basket of apples off to the side, and an utterly charming smile on her face, so she looks nothing like the Regina nobody currently remember. It might be a simple children's game, but her results have been uncannily accurate so far.

Of course, sometimes they're so far offbase that it's just plain hilarious. If you'd rather know when you're going to die, or get a scarily accurate general reading of your future, she knows who to direct you to. Ms. Mills is dealing only in true love, thank you.]

[imperfect_science]

[ Of course Carlos has to check out the white and glittering corner of their booth. Much like his and Alphonse's table, it doesn't quite fit the theme- although it seems like Regina is sticking to more traditional methods of telling the future. ]

You've done a good job decorating! I've never seen the classroom this, uh... shiny, before.

[madehervows]

[Okay so she might have gone a little overboard with the white, but it symbolises light and purity! Both important components of true love. She brightens up with a smile, and a bit of an embarrassed laugh when Carlos speaks up.]

I didn't go too far, did I?

[unabandoned]

[Rumple has abandoned his booth (but not his extremely tacky outfit- oh god who thought leather pants and ruffles were a good idea not him that's for sure) for the sake of seeing how everyone else is doing. He grabs one of Regina's apples.]

I think you're enjoying this.

[madehervows]

I might --

[And then she looks up from where she's cleaning up some of the used peels. What on Earth are you -- okay no.]

What on earth are you wearing, Rumple?

[She's too distracted by the outfit to stop him from grabbing an apple, but she swats at his hand anyway.]

[vampdetective]

[True love just so happens to have a certain appeal to this particular young vampire. He hangs back for a few moments, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he watches other students shuffle through and consult with the young woman at the table in question. It takes a few other patrons passing through for him to take in a sharp breath and approach, gingerly touching his fingertips to the top of the table as he pauses in front of her.]

So... true love?

[He raises an eyebrow just a tiny bit in question.]

Is it accurate?

[madehervows]

[True love appeals to everyone, Angel, even if they claim otherwise. Regina's just finishing up with a patron, sweeping the leftover peel into the trash and dumping the apple into a bucket. One of the teachers had asked her to keep them for her class, and being a good student, Regina is obliging.]

I haven't had any complaints.

[Yes she has. Still, she puts on a smile and hopefully the airs of an experienced fortune tell.]

Now, sit down and we can get started.

hi c:

[cinnie]

[ the way a lot of the other classes have their festival events set up tends to leave some time for students to just wander. gives them time to check out everyone's else's hard work and skills, but because of the fact mm's class is a single play - just a one time thing - it doesn't give her a whole lot of time to go see the other classes.

even so, she's got a little time at the beginning of the day - clad in her first costume for the play as she explores. she stops into the section for regina's class if only to come by and say hi, eyes getting wide with excitement when she sees the booth. ]

This is so cool! [ hi regina. c: ]

hello friend c:

[madehervows]

[Regina's booth is turning out to be unexpectedly popular, so she hasn't had time for anything besides telling fortunes. She can hear the sounds of the other students through the doors, but the world outside Room 2-2 is unknown to her for now.

She isn't expecting to see too many of her friends during the festival, considering how intense their own projects are, so she lights up when Mary Margaret arrives.]

Mary Margaret! You don't think the white's too much?

[rattus_rattus]

Peter isn't a fan of prophecy but he hears people talking about true love and he can't help but be intrigued. He's never had much luck with the ladies and since this is his last school festival (since he didn't get into any University, thanks, lets not mention that), he decides to get over his uneasiness of divinations and give the fortune tellers a try.

He walks up to a table where a pretty girl is wearing a white dress. He swallows nervously and sits down, giving her a smile.

"Hi, I'm Peter. Those, um, are lovely apples."

[madehervows]

Regina's never put much stock in the act of fortune telling itself, either. At least until participation become required and not optional. If you're going to have do something, might as well try and enjoy it, right? So she'd thrown herself into it, the result being the surprisingly popular booth she's currently manning.

"I use only the best!" That's a lie, but Peter doesn't need to know that. "It's lovely to meet you, Peter. Shall we get started?"

[thneedifestdestiny]

[It's a little while before the Once-ler makes it over to class 2-2. The Haunted House has been pretty popular (which they can probably tell from all the screams of terror next door. They're not exactly thin walls. Eventually though, the Once-ler's able to take a break and sneak away to check out what the other classes are doing. Enough people are visiting Regina's booth that it actually takes him a couple minutes to get to the front of the line.]

Well, somebody's popular today!

[He's still in his suit with the ridiculously long sleeves, but he left the mask back in his classroom in the interest of being able to see where the heck he's going and not fall down the stairs. Without it, he doesn't look very scary or threatening at all - the sleeves are so long that he just looks like an absurdly tall toddler. But he helps himself too a seat across from her.]

So, uh. Remind me what apples have to do with fortune-telling again? [Forever a skeptic, this one.]

[madehervows]

[Unfortunately, the popularity of Regina's booth means she can't visit the other exhibitions. The struggle is real, Once-ler, so very real. She'd been hoping to check out the haunted house at some point, but it's looking like she won't be able to. So thankfully, it... comes to her? She does a bit of a double take when he sits down, from the sheer absurdity of his costume. To her credit, she doesn't laugh! But she's definitely smiling.]

True love is always popular.

[Her smile widens, because as much as she'd like to claim she doesn't really believe in the fortune telling, there's just something about it.

She picks up an apple, and holds it up in front of him.]

You peel the apple in one go, so the peel doesn't break and then you throw it behind you. When you turn around, the peel has formed the shape of your true love's first name!

[Which doesn't really make any sense and how can it form things like B and K, but for the purpose of this event it totally has been.]

[alionsheart]

[ Robin is taking a break from the Haunted House - no makeup on, either - and slips into the classroom he knows Regina's in, trying not to be noticed. He sneaks up behind her when she's unoccupied, covering her eyes with his hands, and whispering against her ear. ]

Sneak away with me.

[madehervows]

[Fortunately, when her boyfriend sneaks into the classroom she's with a patron. He just manages to miss being seen while she cleans up the mess, and suddenly she's jumping, there might even be yelping involved.]

Robin! I can't, people keep coming to the table.

[But she totally will if he keeps asking.]

[braiding]

[ the art exhibit is great fun, but finnick can only do so much before he wishes to give into his restless urges and turn into a reckless force, like that of a storm sweeping across the smooth surface of the ocean. taking his seventh break for the day, he finds himself within the fortune telling class, believing it all to be dull. what's so good about hearing one's future, when one doesn't even know what they're going to do in the next five minutes? all his own actions have been a surprise to him, leading to paths and avenues and destinations he hadn't even given thought to. the good things that have befallen him haven't been of his own design, manipulated by his own fingers, but had crept up on him, instead. ]

[ but like the whirlwind he views life to be, finnick does the unexpected — rather than leave the room and wander into another, he lingers, passing by the students, touching things he shouldn't. the moment finnick spies the basket of apples, he makes a detour toward her table and steals one from its wicker prison. taking a bite, he shrugs once he's swallowed, ] Nice apple. [ despite his words being snarky, his own tone is light and playful,] Did you foretell losing one within your crystal ball?

[madehervows]

[The art exhibit is on Regina's list of exhibits to check out if she can ever get away from the table, but alas, it's looking to be a failed dream more and more at this point. Still, she can't complain, it's more fun than she thought and her booth is far more popular than she ever expected it to be. Several of her friends have made their way in and out already, so it's not all bad. Of course, then there are people like Finnick Odair, the senior currently getting one of her glares from across the table.]

I'm not using a crystal ball. And you, Mr. Finnick Odair, [Full name because you're in the shit now, fishboy. Even if he is older than her.] are eating the tools of my trade.

[resent]

[ true love? cora doesn't particularly believe in it, deeming it whimsical, like a child's fairytale recounted to merely lull them to sleep with the knowledge the princess is safely tucked within the arms of her prince. but cora wanders into the room, nonetheless, more curious than she is desperate to get her palm read and her future laid out before her, to have none of it truly come to pass. school is almost over for her, her final year coming right up around the bend, and while the future is a big, scary monster cora isn't certain she can quite face, it's something exciting, diving into the unknown. she passes by all the tables, but finds herself lingering and eying one in particular for no reason at all. ]

[ true love. the more she thinks on it, the more she wishes to laugh and remove herself from the fortune telling class. love isn't true, it's merely chemicals and attraction and good timing. but instead of turning around and vacating, returning to her rest area to become bored with the time passing at a crawl like a snail, she circles regina's table with interest. sweeping her hair over her shoulder, she comes to stand in front of her. ] Are the apples for free?

[madehervows]

[Chemicals? Get out of your here with your heathenry, Cora. Love, true love is magic. The most powerful magic of all, even. It creates happiness. Some small part of Regina that never grew up believes that, and she has to preach it to draw people to her table, but she doesn't expect everybody else to believe it, no. It's simply for fun, and if the results turn out to be accurate or bring people together, then all the better for it. Finally, there's a bit of a lull in the patronage of her table, but she's too worn out to check out some of the other exhibits, so she's flipping through a book while she waits for the next patron.]

[Who just so happens to misunderstand the point of the apples.] The apples, [she says without looking up, as she doesn't recognise the voice.] are the tools of my trade. [A smile creeps into her voice.] You can have one if you let me tell your fortune.

[Now she finally looks up, taking in her latest patron. She recognises the girl from the halls, but placing a name to the face is impossible with all the people she's seen lately. The book goes into her bag, as she clasps her hands on the table in front of her.] Interested?

[glumshoe]

[ Under normal circumstances Will wouldn't give two shits about True Love, its existence, nor whether a fellow student could in fact tell him if it were in his future. Criminal psych classes have taught Will to extrapolate from the evidence, and there is none. Especially because he doesn't go looking for any. Or make it. Plant evidence? Hmm, unsure of the correct terminology.

Will eyes the basket at Regina's table, and symbology would have you believe that red and especially red apples have a lot to do with temptation. He can't shake the feeling that there is some Faustian bargain lurking if he takes a seat. It's utterly ridiculous that he gives it half a second's serious reflection, but then, teens do dumb things when they have crushes they want to know are reciprocated, so Will sits. ]

You're taking this pretty seriously. [ Says the guy that has just resigned himself to a similar fate. ]

[madehervows]

[Under normal circumstances, nobody in this room would be caught dead wearing any of this, or doing any of this, really. Still, it's easy to get caught up in the excitement and enthusiasm of the crowd and just let the motions of apple peeling and tossing take over.

Regina would have people believe the apples are from a personal tree, tended to by her own caring hand but. She's a teenager with a boyfriend, she doesn't have time for that. They're merely the cheapest by the bulk she could find, and if that just so happens to lure people in, well, she's not telling. When Will sits, like everybody else lured in by the sparkling and promise of true love, she smiles across the table at him.]

It's true love. Why would I take it less than anything but seriously? [The smile turns into a bit more of a smirk than necessary, as she pulls an apple from the basket.] Will, isn't it? From 2-3?

[rues]

[ to be honest, clarisse doesn't even know why she's bothering checking out all this fortune telling nonsense because she knows it's, well, nonsense. but part of her is curious, even though most of her is laughing about how stupid this whole thing is. why not give it a shot, though? it's not like she has to believe anything that comes of it. ]

True love? [ she snorts. that's a bullshit idea if she ever heard of one. ] Are you serious?

[madehervows]

[Clarisse is just like a good portion of the visitors then -- those who came into the room on a dare, or to try and prove them wrong. Regina doesn't have a problem with them, not really. It's all for fun anyway. But something about Clarisse's tone just rubs her the wrong way.]

About as serious as dying alone. [A harsh jab, maybe.] Why don't you let me tell your fortune, and then we'll see how seriously you should take it?

[grouphome]

[You've got to be kidding her. Emma Swan, the most cynical of all teenage cynics, simply cannot believe how many people seem to be eating up this 'true love' garbage. The fortune telling booth as a whole is a joke to her, but this? Please. Idealistic crap.

She raises an eyebrow as she approaches during a break, leaning forward and propping herself up with one hand on the table.]

So, how's peddling lies and false hope going for you?

[Apparently 'it's all in good fun' doesn't mean much to her.]

[shadowtravel]

[ honestly, Nico had been avoiding responsibility. after all, didn't he have rehearsals to attend to make sure that the sound stage was working? nah.

instead, he had been making his rounds at the festival. last minute rehearsals could take a (temporary) back seat to his exploration of all the things the other classes had set up. when he wanders into this, however, Nico's a little stunned. sure, he's seen the fortune telling machines that you toss a few coins in and it spits out one of those tiny cards, but actual fortune telling? well- he isn't so much a skeptic as some might believe.

he lingers in front of Regina's set up, looking at the sign and canting his head to the side, curious. ]

But what happens if someone has more than one true love?