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Drusilla laughs and scratches behind the cat's ears. "Silly kitty," she says. "You'd scratch at my eyes, and we can't have that."

OOC: Do you have something specific you want the cards to say? Or are you good with whatever? If you want them to say something specific, feel free to flip them over yourself.

"Over a campfire would be lovely," says Drusilla. She takes a sip of her tea and nods. "I'm afraid I'd simply be horrid as a chef, though."

OOC: Must catch up on some chatter, then SLEEP. :(

*tolerates Drusilla's touch for a moment* Mrrrrrrow.

Translation: I won't if you won't.

*looks at the cards, meows loudly*

Translation: If these cards hold any truth or hint of truth, please answer me this--is there anything I can actively do to help lift this curse?

OOC: I have no knowledge of Tarot, but if Dru could flip over an appropriate card or two to tell him 'be patient, things will work out, everything will come around', that'd be great.

"A campfire might be a little difficult to arrange," Tara laughs. "I was thinking more like at my place. And I'd cook. Do you like human food, or should I just provide, um, drinks for you?"

OOC: No problem. Sleep well.

OOC: Must sleep. And catch up on a couple of things first. I'll do this for you tomorrow, though.

"Because I highly doubt anyone approves of what you've been doing in your basement." He probably had just gone insane, it was the only way he could explain it.

Drusilla's laughter fills the room. "Somebody's come into my parlor for tea," she says. "But that somebody isn't you. Did you gaze into your crystal ball and know what you'd find down here?"

"You're here, that says quite enough." Cameron glared at her. This was definitely one of the worst ideas he ever had, but no one messed with his girlfriend damnit.

((Taking kidlet to daycare and off to work. More later.))

Drusilla laughs along with Tara. "I would love to eat ~~you~~ at your place," she says softly. "Your cooking would be lovely."

Tara blushes. "Um, okay. Then I guess my place it is. Thursday? At 8? I'm in Dorm #142."

"What does it say?" asked Drusilla, looking amused at Cameron's glare. She turned and walked into her parlor. "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked from inside.

"Miss Edith and I wouldn't miss it for the world," says Drusilla, smiling at Tara. "Do you like it here?" she asks.

"No," Cameron followed her, looking cautiously around for Sunshine. Calling her batshit crazy was probably a bad idea, but then this whole thing was already completely insane.

"You can not just mess with people's heads like that, it's wrong" he took a deep breath. That didn't sound half as impressive as he had rehearsed it. "And you do not mess with my friends."

Tara looks around the room. At first it's a little offputting - much like the eyeless doll, but as she notices details she begins to smile. And what better playmate for a seer than a blind doll? An innocent who can't see all the things she can't not.

"Yes," she finally agrees. "I do. It feels like it belongs."

OOC: Oh *crap*. Can't have it in Tara's dorm, because then Spike and Lilah can't come. (Although Spike probably won't anyway.) *flails at not being able to invite friends over to own house* *is tempted to ignore the rules and do it anyway* *flails some more*

Drusilla lifted one hand and snapped her fingers. The sound echoed sharply in the still air of the basement, and a tentacle roiled lazily through the doorway and into the room.

"Such a hero," murmured Drusilla, pouring herself a cup of tea. "Defending your love and your friends." Her smile was amused and her voice showed a lack of concern for Cameron's anger.

OOC: I'm sorry she's such a bitch! It's just...evil, y'know? Also, soulless, insane psychopath. :)

OOC: It's tea tonight! Really!

"I can imagine the concept is alien to you," Cameron replied, sounding more than a little bit worried as he noticed the tentacle.

((Bwahaha, go right ahead. He cam prepared btw.))

OOC: Okay, cool. I have three cards that will work for what Sark wants in a reading. Also, question: How does Sark know Dru's a vampire?

Drusilla laughs delightedly and flips over the first of three cards lying in a row. "Your past?" The Fool appears. "It seems you didn't think, and that brought you all sorts of new things, such as catnip and mice."

She pours a saucer of cream for the cat and puts it down on the table.

OOC: Oh, and Lilah's so excited about it too. Doing it anyway brings Rover's great white globey wrath down upon Spike and Tara. There's got to be a place. Let me check the town info I have in my memories.

Can we have it at Deb's Diner? Totally incongruous place for the evil folks, which makes it funny. What about Nolita's? The Realm Epithumia (a tea shop)? Check out this directory.

OOC: Deb's, I think. Not cancelling, by any means, and *not* leaving Lilah out.

"Your imagination's faulty," says Drusilla. She sips her tea and stares up at him through curious, cold eyes. "Take it into the shop and repair it, or throw it into the dustbin and buy a new one."

The tentacle made its way slowly over to Drusilla, and she reached out her hand to pat it idly.

((Came prepared? Oh dear. Also, what did he bring for Sunshine? I'd think she'd get at least that out of his head.))

Cameron blinked. She could not be talking about Winona, now it was really personal. "I'll fix her myself," his tone might have been annoyed if he wasn't so busy keeping an eye on the tentacle.

((Noes! Not Winona! Err, he brought steak. That's about all the preparedness he could muster.))

"It's beautiful," says Drusilla. "The sky's lovely too. Did you just bring yourself to visit me? No one likes to come and play."