[With spring in his step, Nansen leads the way. Off the travel through the maze-like roads of the concrete jungle, passing by peculiar modernities such as the 24-hour laundromat, the seemingly endless menu pages pasted in the windows of the diner, even an open-air corner with a rare urban gas station, despite there being no cars driven in the streets. And as they march onward, even now, Nansen finds himself captivated by the bright colors and light of advertisements and signs in this age.]
[At long last they reach a completely nondescript, tiny little shop, a doorway shoved inbetween two much more substantial doorways to office buildings. Nansen stops short in front of it and opens the old-fashioned shop door with a faint ringing sound that seems like a bell on the door, but the sound somehow comes from deeper inside the shop, somewhere impossible to locate.]
[The musty wood shelves of this shop were filled to the brim with cannisters of herbs, bottles or supplements, strange crystals, bones, plants and books. It was like an apothecary and a fortune teller's shop all at once, a vitamin store and a mysterious shop of wonders, and at the back center of it all, she sat:]
[Toward the back of the shop is a glass case that holds the bust of a woman. As you approach, your movement triggers a light inside the case to illuminate the woman's face–or where her face would be, if she had one. The normal human features of her face are smoothed out until they barely resemble a face at all, with slightly hollowed divots for eyes and a faintly raised bump for a nose. The closer you get, though, the more strongly you feel that despite the absence of eyes, the woman is indeed watching you.
The lettering at the top of the case states FORTUNE TELLER, and a sign affixed to the front of the glass says, Ask for anything, but be careful what you wish for.]
Afternoon', fortune teller-auntie! [Nansen cheerfully calls out, and kneels with reverence in front of the machine's front, laying the chocolate roses upon the wood paneling like an offering to an altar.] I brought someone new, so maybe you can help him out a bit? Ahh, I hope this'll do as an offering.........
[Come on in, Ro! Have your perceptions shattered!!]
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[With spring in his step, Nansen leads the way. Off the travel through the maze-like roads of the concrete jungle, passing by peculiar modernities such as the 24-hour laundromat, the seemingly endless menu pages pasted in the windows of the diner, even an open-air corner with a rare urban gas station, despite there being no cars driven in the streets. And as they march onward, even now, Nansen finds himself captivated by the bright colors and light of advertisements and signs in this age.]
[At long last they reach a completely nondescript, tiny little shop, a doorway shoved inbetween two much more substantial doorways to office buildings. Nansen stops short in front of it and opens the old-fashioned shop door with a faint ringing sound that seems like a bell on the door, but the sound somehow comes from deeper inside the shop, somewhere impossible to locate.]
[The musty wood shelves of this shop were filled to the brim with cannisters of herbs, bottles or supplements, strange crystals, bones, plants and books. It was like an apothecary and a fortune teller's shop all at once, a vitamin store and a mysterious shop of wonders, and at the back center of it all, she sat:]
[Toward the back of the shop is a glass case that holds the bust of a woman. As you approach, your movement triggers a light inside the case to illuminate the woman's face–or where her face would be, if she had one. The normal human features of her face are smoothed out until they barely resemble a face at all, with slightly hollowed divots for eyes and a faintly raised bump for a nose. The closer you get, though, the more strongly you feel that despite the absence of eyes, the woman is indeed watching you.
The lettering at the top of the case states FORTUNE TELLER, and a sign affixed to the front of the glass says, Ask for anything, but be careful what you wish for.]
Afternoon', fortune teller-auntie! [Nansen cheerfully calls out, and kneels with reverence in front of the machine's front, laying the chocolate roses upon the wood paneling like an offering to an altar.] I brought someone new, so maybe you can help him out a bit? Ahh, I hope this'll do as an offering.........
[Come on in, Ro! Have your perceptions shattered!!]