March 31st, 2010


Odin's Day

Happy birthday to liamstliam and zombie_dog!

Hello to new reader logicvertigo!

Tiiiired. Tried to sleep in the same bed as Adam. Last night he was snoring like an MRI machine. And thrashing about. So I retreated t the couch and kept waking up.

BARCC Walk for Change!
This afternoon I will start posting my story "Fortune", previously published in Ravens in the Library. Every time I hit another hundred-dollar mark, another piece of story goes up. I'm currently at $380, with a goal of $1,000. Sponsor me!

Link Soup
* Dear murnkay: We need to have a Hello Kitty wine tasting party.
* Update on the Snyder's situation: they've contacted the GIG to get certified. Thanks to all who wrote to them!

Daily Science
MIT neuroscientists have shown they can influence people's moral judgments by disrupting a specific brain region — a finding that helps reveal how the brain constructs morality.

I was in the Starbucks by MIT yesterday, and the kids behind me were discussing this study. I corrected them on an aspect of it. Then texted felisdemens "I am not in med school yet why?"

Work, and we'll see if I have energy when I get home or if I need a nap to recover from last night. Tonight I have a Survivor Speaker engagement. After that I get ice cream. *nod* This is a multi-college Take Back the Night, and there were people at last night's MIT engagement who'd heard of it (note: it is not anywhere near MIT). So it could be a scattering of people or a large-ish crowd. (I like bigger crowds best.)

Dream in color

This is for the meme where people give you a color and you list ten things you love in that color.

feste_sylvain said brown:

1. Max
2. Coffee
3. Dark chocolate
4. Smoky quartz
5. kires's eyes
6. My leather calf-length cavalry coat
7. Sparrows
8. Molasses ginger cookies
9. Paper bags with lunch inside and drawings outside
10. Sepia portraits

enderfem said grey:

1. Fog
2. My eyes
3. Setai Delenn
4. Ryan's formal Court garb
5. Nuance in character
6. The cairns at Walden Pond
7. My softest sweater
8. River-tumbled stones
9. Jean
10. Low fieldstone walls
Welcome home


She almost didn't see him - a shadow sprawled under the iconic sign of the Pioneer Club. A man, shuffling and reshuffling a deck of oversized cards... one leg extended, one folded, a mirror of Vegas Vic above him. He was talking to himself - no, singing, with the buzz and hiss of neon drowning him out almost completely.

"...woke up on a journey, the road ahead in my mind's eye... "

She found herself walking toward him. Slowly. Fremont Street was near-deserted, this time of night, and she felt a twinge of trepidation. He had the ragged look she recognized as Vegas having run somebody down - shaggy dark hair hid his face, but his hands were callused, one thin scar creeping up the back of his hand toward his wrist. His jeans were worn down to a crumpled-paper softness, and his Frye boots had been resoled a few times and were coming up on needing work again. All the signs of someone who maybe lived out here, on the kindness of tourists.

She'd never seen him before, though. Back and forth on Fremont every night, and she'd never seen this man who looked so comfortable in the shadow of the iconic neon cowboy, as if he'd just grown there.

The curiosity pulled her in. That, and the music. He seemed not to notice her, rocking so slightly back and forth as he shuffled the cards, tapped them on the concrete beside him, shuffled again, all going to his internal rhythm. "...the way, it opened for me like the drawbridge of a castle... underneath the tragedy I found the cave of crystal..."

Abruptly, he seemed to snap into focus. He looked up and grinned as though he'd seen her there all along. “Dead night, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

He gestured with a card, its edges feathery with use. “It’s a slow night. Quiet. Fremont at four in the morning, all grey and potential. The city that never sleeps is maybe taking a nap. What are you doing out?”

“I - I’m-”

He held out a hand to stop her. “Oh, no, no, let me.” He plucked a card from the deck, sat cross-legged, pressed it to his forehead. “You’re looking for someone.”


“A girl.”

“Yes. How did you-”

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Oh, honey, it’s Vegas. Everybody’s looking for a girl.”

She slumped a bit, releasing the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying.

He edged forward. “Hey. I’m sorry. Look, let me tell your fortune.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Me either.” He grinned again and held out a hand to her.”C’mon, sit down.”

She looked around. Same quiet street. Nothing to lose, really. “Fine.”

She touched his hand - and something happened within him, some shift, and by the time she was seated, something about him had changed. He seemed brighter than his surroundings. His smile, as he shuffled the cards, was gentler - more genuine pleasure, less the lure of the raconteur. When he spoke, his voice resonated. “You will choose seven cards. With each card, you will leave something behind. A token.”

“I have no-”

“Not money.”

“Then what?”

“You will know. You already know.” The thing inhabiting the man tapped the deck on the sidewalk and gestured to her. “Choose your first card.”


"Fortune" was written for Ravens in the Library, hence the s00j quotes; I've permission to use it for BARCC purposes. This is the second of my nightside-of-Vegas stories, and is, in some ways, the flipside of the first, "The Angel of Fremont Street". (The third will be about where the fortune-teller got the cards he'll be using in this one.)

I will post a new story-segment every time I clear another hundred-dollar mark in sponsorships. I'm currently at $380, which means if $20 gets donated today, you get to find out what she draws tomorrow.

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