oh, you're still very young . . .

[pineneedleseer]

Who: Morty and YOU!!!
What: Appropriate fortune telling
Where: Morty’s classroom
When: February 13th – time varies
Warnings: it depends???

Just as Morty promised, his classroom would/will be open all day the day of February 13th. The door is swung open and inviting you in is some pretty calming music. Maybe also the smell of incense and ~atmospheric lighting~.

Walking in, you’ll see that Morty has moved the students’ desks against the back wall of his classroom and has moved his desk to the middle of the room. All his usual crap and scrolls have been pushed off and hidden somewhere so the only thing sitting atop it is a intricate table cloth and a lit candle. There are two chairs on each side of the desk, one of which Morty is sitting in.

He’s not wearing his usual clothes. Instead, he has switched them out for more ... drapey gypsy-like clothes (he gets really into this stuff, okay, call him eccentric if you want. He has a soft spot for this stuff no matter how ridiculous as it is). His hair is pulled back and he may or may not be wearing lipstick. There’s ink on his hands and he’ll wave you on in whether you’re alone or with someone else:

“Come in, come in. Have a seat~”




((Have a seat, indeed! Go ahead and start posting – with a time in the subject line if you want – and it’ll go from there.
You can still post to this this entry; it is forever open.
Your dudes are free to come in and just chat Morty up or harass him too. Have fun! :D

ETA; RNG results for those who have posted are now up on that entry!))

Comments

[pineneedleseer]

Morty would do his best, of course. But he could only offer so much insight. Also, he was finding it somewhat cute how some of the people coming in seemed so timid or uneasy about it. But they were being brave and Morty was very happy for that.

Regardless, he offered Parakarry his warmed smile as he sat down. "Welcome ~ What can I do for you today?"

[mailcalltime]

"Oh...Well, I read that you were reading people's fortunes."

Parakarry sat himself down, the fingers of one hand gently tugged at the leather strap of his mailbag while the other rested on his lap.

"So I was hoping that I could have mine told."

[pineneedleseer]

"But of course." Morty sat up in his chair, scooting it closer and held out his hand.

"Just give me your dominant hand and I'll see what I can find ~"

[mailcalltime]

"Like this?"

He held his right arm flat on the table.

[pineneedleseer]

"Exactly like that." Morty nodded and covered Parakarry's hand with his own. "Let's see~"

He looked down to their hand pile and as he did, he hummed softly. "Oh, Parakarry..." He started.

[mailcalltime]

"Yes?"

He gazed intently at their hands, wondering what Morty saw.

[pineneedleseer]

"My friend, I think you need a stop thinking so much. You have the opportunity so why not give it a shot?"

He paused to think. "What's the worst that could happen?"

[mailcalltime]

"Wha-wha-?"

The tongue-tied mailman fidgeted in his seat in the response. Morty pinpointed the problem more quickly than Parakarry had expected.

Stop thinking so much. His head drooped. That was easier said than done. Over thinking about every thing and worrying about the consequences of his actions, came naturally for Parakarry.

[pineneedleseer]

Do ho ho ho. Morty leaned in closer.

"Take what you have and seize it. There's something big waiting for you."

And it's a Snorlax, as Morty sees it. Or just .. whatever could come of Parakarry taking initiative. Yes.

[mailcalltime]

"I guess you're right."

Of course Morty was right and Parakarry knew it. "Is there anything else I should know?"