Arachne’s Dark Portents & Stargazing at Haven Lighthouse
Date: 2025-09-07 21:01
(Arachne’s Dark Portents & Stargazing at Haven Lighthouse)
[Sun Sep 7 2025]
A Windswept Lighthouse Observation Chamber/span>/spanThe circular chamber at the top of the lighthouse opens into a continuous
walkway around the tower’s seventh floor, with weathered brick walls curving
to form the cylindrical structure. Eight narrow windows pierce the thick
masonry at regular intervals, their corroded iron frames offering panoramic
views of the Atlantic Ocean to the east, the coastal highway running south
along the shoreline, and New Haven’s urban sprawl stretching westward into
darkness. The wooden floorboards, polished smooth by decades of foot traffic,
show significant gaps between planks where cold drafts rise from the levels
below. Water stains pattern the ceiling in concentric brown rings where rain
has seeped through failing mortar joints, and sections of plaster have fallen
away to reveal the red brick beneath. Metal brackets protrude from the walls
at various heights, their original lanterns long since removed, while the
spiral staircase emerges through an opening in the floor, continuing upward
to the lamp room above. The constant ocean wind moves through the open
chamber, carrying salt spray and the persistent smell of brine, while the
floorboards creak and groan with each gust that passes through the exposed
windows./span>/spanIt is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At High and Sycamore/span>/spanTamar talks quietly with Dovie but when Arachne starts to speak the girl’s gaze slides over to her, listening.
“So am I, but I’ll do the telescoping for you then,” Jasper nods before he makes his way towards the telescope. Crouching down, he moves to take a look through it.
Jasper uses a polished brass telescope: Jupiter rises bright and immense, streaked with soft colors and tiny moons lined up close by.
Arachne pauses briefly to ensure Eloa is discreetly caught up to speed on the events, then returns to her story-telling, gray eyes panning slowly over faces, gauging everyone’s progress before she goes on.
“When ill omens gathered, they believed it was not to be hidden, but spoken aloud, foretelling the ruin that could not be avoided. To look away from doom was to invite it closer. Ignorance was not bliss.”
She leans back, continuing on after working takeout into her mouth with a skillful flick of chopsticks. “It was from those same hands that the Sky Father’s promise was forged, a pair of bracers hammered in secret so mortal servants could channel lightning without being consumed.”
Evalina nods brightly at Jasper, “Good news,” She tells him a little loudly with a shit-eating grin, “I haven’t the foggiest idea what Jupiter means.” She snorts, then clapping for Arachne. “Lightning! That sounds incredible!” She looks at her hands, realizing she, probably, shouldn’t be clapping. She looks a little awkward as she returns to her conspiring with Jasper
Lillian grins, cheeks warm from the alcohol. “Thank you! You’re very– very pretty in g-general.” She nods. Confidence. “I can– I can say it if it makes you feel less guil–guilty!”
Evalina starts eerily to Jasper, “On the 31st of September, Jupiter will leave its bonds of gravity to bring War upon our world. It will cross into our atmosphere – and strike into Arachne as the first volley of his vengeful war.” She attempts, then tilting her head. “…I don’t know. I am just trying things…”
“That sounds like a good try,” Jasper/span>/span“Just ten more minutes guys, then you need to wrap it up and bring it in,” Arachne calls in warning to the group, before she continues to narrate.
“or a time they were proof that the gods kept covenant with mankind. Yet the storm-priests foresaw the truth: the Council would fracture, and the gods would one day abandon the earth. And so they hid the Promise, burying it beneath layers of omen and shadow.”
“Centuries passed before it surfaced again, in the hidden wars of our own age. Allied occultists carried it against Nazi sorcerers tearing at gateways to Hell. And still it bore the same etchings: Marduk, Indra, Zeus… Names of Gods thought separate, yet all faces of the same primordial Father of the Sky. The promise remained: the storm will speak before it strikes. That is why we divine, why we read the leaves, and chase constellations. Every dark portent, every ill omen, is another fragment of that vow still echoing across time.”
Evalina nod nods to Jasper, “So we’re in agreement right? Arachne being hit will end up destroying the Order.” It makes perfect sense to her, somehow.
Amber slips hands into pockets as she slinks over to somewhere nearby Arachne, seemingly done with discussions with Aeryn.
Eloa uses a divinination set of porcelain tea cups: A crooked line splits into links, evoking the break of a chain.
Arachne sits up as Amber and Aeryn return from their devious plottage. “Aeryn and Amber are the first returned,” she calls over the groups. “No pressure, guys! But I think these two devious divas have something really good cooked up.”
Jasper nods at Evalina. “Yep,” he murmurs. He turns to look at the window, frowning as he sees the mist rising outside.
Evalina says “Brainsssssssssssssssssssss /span>/spanTamar returns to the seats and settles down besides Dovie as she sips on her tea. She glances at Eloa briefly but then focuses on Arachne. “Are the bracers still around now? Or have they been hidden again?”
Jasper says “Yeah. “
Annabelle drops her thermos on the ground to extend both arms down to Lillian to help her up.
Dovie raises an eyebrow at Tamar, “What bracers?”
Evalina returns to the seats with an even more cheerful expression – still drinking her tea. There is a skip in her step as she coaxes Jasper over, her head bopping about.
“The ones the sovereign was just telling us all about..” Eloa gestures her hand in a ongoing motion as she looks at Dovie.
“I’m quite sure you should be able to find your own pair in good time,” Arachne sows her confidence with Tamar when she returns with a question, beaming at Dovie. “She means the bracers I described in the story,” she explains, waving to Evalina and Jasper when they return.
Tamar tilts her head at Dovie. “The ones that Arachne spoke of. That let people use lightning without hurting themselves,” she explains before she notices Robert and offers a dip of her head.
Dovie chugs some more storm-whisk tea. How many has it been? Dovie certailny does not remember.
Not to let the cup get left behind, Annabelle squats and snatches the hopefully near empty cup and makes her way back to the center with Lillian. “Dinosaurs AND me? I dunno. Maybe a little less me, I think..?”
Robert moseys his way on up the lighthouse and around the contestants, over towards the seating. “Those mists are trouble,” He declares to nobody in particular, and nods back at Tamar as he settles right next to her.
Following alongside Evalina, Jasper waves back at Arachne before he smiles towards Eloa.
Lillian plops down and nearly tumbles out of her seat immediately. “More dinosaurs then! I’m okay with that. Dinosaurs are cool.” Her voice has not yet adapted to being back with the group. It probably won’t adapt anytime soon.
“Matty, Gabe, Lykaia, and Obie! Come back, you’re over time,” Arachne calls to the remaining four not yet returned. She arranges herself in her seat, looking at Lillian, Evalina, and a few others curiously. “How confident are you guys feeling about your teamwork? Think you have a shot at the star leagues?”
Annabelle looks at Arachne confidently and hiccups.
Dovie looks around eagerly as the other teams are called back, looking rather tipsy.
“Remember, you have to have an ill omen that can override you becoming a brassy blonde for the autumn season,” Arachne leans over to tease Dovie in good fun while she waits on the stragglers.
considers for a moment, glancing at Jasper. “We have the most important of divinations.” Evalina opines, red-faced with alcohol, “We worked diligently, and have come to conclusions that will rattle the very fabric of netflix.”
“I think that is our queue, Ilse,” Obadiah says to Lykaia. “Go with your tale is Tis best.”
“I worship a star.” Annabelle mumbles after a moment, rather having lost the plot somewhere along her train of thought. “Star is.. Star’s great, yeah.”
Matthew huddles up with Gabriel for one final second, brat that he is, and then lingers there until the latter has given the A-OK.
Tamar offers Robert some of the tea from her cup once he settles down next to her.
Dovie pouts at being reminded of the ill fate that may befall her.
Arachne lends a sympathetic smile over at Annabelle, quietly musing aloud, “I should have just had coffee brought over in case there were some light-weights. A good idea for next time,” she deduces, a shoulder rising and falling in a loose shrug.
The Starry-Eyed Monarch imperiously decrees: “Matthew and Gabriel shall present their ill omens first!”
Robert reaches out to accept the tea after settling in, seeming content to join the background group. “Alcoholic?” He guesses about it.
Evalina gives Jasper a thumbs up, “Good luck!” She grins after, taking her seat.
Tamar nods her head at Robert. “Yes, I think so. It makes me feel kind of tingly,” she tells the man as she hands the cup over.
“Yeah I’m s’not all thath heavy..” Annabelle agrees with a heavy nod, snickering about a funny joke called drunk.
Amber looks lost and distant for the time being, staring out over the city as the mists slowly rise.
Leaning in, Eloa listens to Arachne intently and gives her a thankful smile before catching Jasper’s eye and waving at him. “Ola.” She greets before her phone distracts her.
Evalina scoots over to Amber, patting her shoulder. “You okay Amby?””
“If you both need a few more minutes, I suppose I could let someone else go first,” Arachne offers in sympathy to Gabriel and Matthew while they exchange whispers.
Nodding towards Evalina, Jasper turns to take a seat on an empty chair.
Dovie raises her hand, swaying a little. “Tamar and I are ready!” she volunteers!
“Would Tamar and Dovie report center stage? They’ve been chosen as tribute,” Arachne welcomes Dovie and Tamar up to be judged forth with a vibrant laugh.
Matthew glances towards Gabriel, he’s in the process of shaking his head no, but if there are volutneers, he smiles ever so brightly at Tamar and Dovie, “Ladies first,” the Montrose explains.
Robert studies it for a faint moment and sniffs it. “What is this, battery acid?” He guesses about it before taking a heavy swig. He smacks his lips and flexes his expression. “Ah.” glances over at Annabelle’s progression, raising his sunglasses and his blue eyes scrunching in amusement, before remarking, “I’m glad the lighthouse has railings.”
Tamar is volunteered! She looks back up when her name is mentioned and then looks at Dovie. “Are you going to explain it?”
Gabriel seems like he’s about to say something but as the tributes go up he leans back in the seat and offers a nod to Matthew.
Dovie squeaks with excitement, she looks to Tamar. “If you would like me to. If I do, will you pick the fated individual from the crowd?”
Aeryn crosses one leg over the other. “Oh we have to pick people? Oh dear.”
Tamar seems to find Dovie’s excitement infectious, a little smile starting to form and linger on her lips. “Alright. We can do that.”
Arachne brings her hands together in light applause for Tamar and Dovie, building up anticipation.
Dovie nods to Tamar and takes a deep breath, trying to muster her theatricality. This is not Oscar worthy performance. It’s not even a Golden Globe worthy, but such is life amongst amateurs. Still, she lets out a serious hum, looking around the room, trying to make eye contact with each person. “A sacrifice shall be made, and it will lead to conflict and betrayal. And the one who made the sacrifice?” She holds a hand to her heart sorrowfully. “They will feel trapped forevermore.” She looks to her partner-in-fate-crime, Tamar for the lucky candidate of such.
Tamar glances sidelong at Dovie, listening to her tell the tale of their awful portent. Then she scans the crowd, eventually lifting a hand and pointing it at…. “Matthew. This is your omen.”
Arachne leans forward, elbows draped across the tops of her knees as she surrenders the full of her attention to Dovie’s riveting performance. It’s Hallmark worthy, that’s for sure. The young queen brings her hands high up to her mouth, gray eyes widened with fright as Tamar names Matthew as the recipient of the omen. “Gods…”
Dovie gasps as Tamar selects Matthew, her hands flying to cover her mouth.
Seeming very distracted on her phone, Eloa sends off a few texts frowns and gives Arachne an apologetic smile. She shuffles her way over the seats to lean into the woman to whisper something before heading off down the stairs.
Arachne scans the crowd over, her eyes falling upon Lillian and Annabelle. “Are you both prepared to share the message of the sky father?” she asks.
Annabelle gives an applause, feeling chipper and reading into the tone of the words if not the words themselves.
Lillian gives Arachne a thumbs-up. “Ye-Yeah…!”
Matthew looks up in shock when his name is called out and Tamar’s finger is sent angling his way. He responds with a small laugh, a feint in humility but showmen wil ldo what showmen will do, and that is smile for cameras, spotlights and in this case, sacrifices. “Do I…?” he’s already starting to get up from his seat, “head up there or… make my sacrifice from my lowly place in the stands?”
“Wahh?” Annabelle looks at Lillian, hands hitting less percussion against each other. “You rrreadthy?”
“Shooooo ready…!” Lillian responds before abruptly hiccuping.
Of course it’s not a real sacrifice, and Matthew knew that (he didn’t know that) and he just smiles, letting it all roll off his shoulders as he returns to his chair.
With their announcement made, Tamar gives Dovie a firm nod then returns back to her seat besides Robert.
Arachne’s gaze sweeps from Lillian and Annabelle’s questionably sober selves, then welcomes them with a soft-hearted laugh. “Lillian and Anna Banana will take the stage next! Brace yourselves!”
Amber passes a thumbs-up to Aeryn, alongside a nod. Then her attention turns to Lillian and Annabelle as she pockets the hand again.
Annabelle gets up, which isn’t all that hard for her given the magical balancing bracelet on her wrist keeping each foot resolved in their spaces, not a teeter to be found, and presents herself as a diligent mess. “We are gathered.. Here to-daay to talk about stars with my friendhs, ehehhe… Kay.” She steps behind Lillian.
Robert lifts up the thermos in his hand after the drink, offering it back to Tamar. He sniffs, faintly, seeming to notice something. “Nice showing. And here I was worried about actual rituals.”
Lillian starts to get up, then abruptly plops back down into her seat. “Mind if I– if I read it from here? S-Sitting?”
Dovie gives Tamar a thumbs up as she returns to her seat.
“However you’d like to go,” Arachne encourages Lillian reassuringly.
Robert flashes a grin back at Dovie and gives a thumbs up. “Nice work out there, Dovie. Planning to become an actor?”
Dovie chuckles at Robert, her words slurring a little from all that ‘tea’. “Absolutely not but thank you.”
Tamar takes the tea cup back from Robert but she doesn’t drink from it again yet. Instead she just cradles it in her hands. “No, but I got to use a telescope. I had never seen one before.”
Arachne looks curiously between Lillian and Annabelle, then decides to give them a few more moments. “Double As, do you want to do yours while they sort themselves out?” she asks Aeryn and Amber.
Lillian gives Annabelle a thumbs-up, too, and then looks down at the note sheet. She clears her throat in an attempt to make herself sound clearer. “Written– written in the stars was your arrogance… taint of the crown.” She pauses to look up at Annabelle to make sure she has it right so far, but then looks back down and continues without waiting for any acknowledgement. “Umm… But the rot is only your inherie– inhera– inherence.” She nods. “… for you’ve already– already drowned.”
Lillian totally forgot to direct that one at somebody.
Evalina gives Tamar a small look, as if considering something, then sighs, watching the proceeds. She claps towards Lillian, “P-Perfect!” She exclaims of the delivery, which is likely anything but perfect, but drunks tend to speak the same language. The one with much yes and little thinking. “I wonder who is drowning though…” She frowns, “I hope not me.”
Dovie claps at Lillian and Annabelle.
Arachne winces in sympathy toward Lillian’s inebriated presentation of her and Annabelle’s work, shoulders trembling faintly with the force of half-suppressed laughter, cheeks dimpling the faintest with the bloom of an amused smile. “And who is it directed to, ladies? To myself?” she wonders, before nodding to Aeryn and Amber.
Over to Matthew and Gabriel, then Obadiah and Lykaia, she mouths, “You’re next!”
Robert chuckles at Dovie’s response and folds his hands behind his head. He perks his eyebrows up at Tamar’s words, sounding genuinely surprised. “What, really? Hmm. I hope you enjoyed it. Might be worth traveling somewhere to get a better view.”
Annabelle takes her crumbled note back and begins to fold it away, hesitating to jab it back into her Bag of Just a Few Things. “..Doessit have too… Ehnnh..” She looks back down at her gift and, hesitantly, tip-toing over to Arachne, presents to her her notes sadly. “I dunnuh. I’m too scared of drowning to keep ith. Sooory.”
“Umm… right… su-sure!” Lillian answers Arachne. She gives her a thumbs-up now.
Lillian says “Oh, I’ll take it back!“
“I shall be doing the omen, Amber will choose its victim,” Aeryn explains, before giving the hint of a smile. “Mirrors will betray you as youth flees, leaving only laugh lines where arrogance once dwelled.” She pauses, nodding to Amber, then concludes, “Each candle blown will steal another illusion of grandeur, until your pride sags like tired skin.”
Evalina smacks at Jasper’s back with the cheerful demeanor of an empty glass, a grin on her face as she nods towards Arachne, “No worries! Jasper’s doing the delivery for us and he’s told me he is the very best in the world,” She claims, probably making things up, “It will be amazing!” She continues before watching Aeryn. A gasp. “…Now that one is scary…”
Tamar glances over at Evalina when she looks her way, the girl spending a few moments studying her before Robert distracts her. “Yes, really. But the stars are different here. It was a bit of a shock the first night I went outside.”
Matthew glances at Gabriel, nods at him and then moves to stand up. “Chat,” Matthew greets the crowd like he were some kind of Gen Alpha, rather than the gen Z he really is, “Today’s horoscope for you virgos is this: Beware the selfie filter you used for your profile pic,” he pauses, letting this spill into the firmament of his audience with a smug smile, “your skin don’t look that good in person.” He remains there awkward after a few heart beats and then breaks the silence with, “Ba-dam cha!”
Dovie claps excitedly for Jasper.
“Uhhh right,” Jasper nods his head, cracking a grin towards Evalina before he lets out a small hiccup.
Matthew says “You a Virgo? “
“Of course, the omen of old age lingers as a shadow over most here,” Amber puts on a dramatic voice, pose, and countenance, gesturing over the group, “And so it already haunts most of those present.” She glances to Aeryn, then to Arachne, “Thus, rather than break the rules and inflict this portent of doom on most of our gathering, we shall direct it to our sacrificial host, who has offered herself up for such things.” She settles her gesture in a point at Arachne.
Evalina says “Aww, I liked Arachne’s skin..“
“Don’t worry, omens reflect off of her,” Aeryn promises.
“Not my favorite younger cousin!” Matthew calls out in protest.
Arachne bows her head deeply in acceptance of the curse Amber and Aeryn bequeath to her. “Heavy is the head of sacrificial offerings,” she sighs delicately toward Gabriel and Matthew, then turns her eyes to Evalina and Jasper, “Did I miss you two?” she asks, before turning her head to blink in confusion at Annabelle, consenting dubiously with a, “Perhaps?”
Robert offers a lopsided smile to Tamar as his his shifts to watch the people offering more horoscopes, his mouth twitching upwards in obvious amusement. “Oh? It’s not as impressive as it could be with the light pollution and the smog, but if we ever get time to head up to the mountains, you can get a real gorgeous view of the milky way.”
Jasper says “We are the last.“
Evalina pats Jasper’s back a few more times, looking absolutely ecstatic with the ongoings, “You go get them, tiger.” She wishes upon him, patting him some more still unless he’d move to stop her, giving him a thumbs up. “Let them all know their mistake! Make them shiver in their boots as they realize the end is night!” She grins. “Burn it all down!”
“Burn it down!” Dovie roots, more than tipsy.
Matthew glances toward Aeryn, “My favorite oldest cousin,” he clarifies with a brighter grin. Then he’s looking over towards Dovie, “Malin seems to agree!”
Evalina says, in a rohirrim tone, “Evalina“
“I would like that,” Tamar replies to Robert before watching Annabelle and tilting her head to one side in confusion.
Obadiah looks to someone to tell their story as he sips his ‘tea’ a glance given to Arachne
“Yeah,” Jasper replies as he rises from his seat, swaying a bit but still standing. “Evalina and I come with an omen, which I will speak… Uhh, oh right.”
“On the 31st of September, Jupiter will leave his bonds… umm, to bring forth war upon our world, yeah,” Jasper recites with with a hiccup, glancing towards Evalina while he wiggles his fingers towards the crowd. “Protections will fail upon its herald, right. Fire will fall, to the point of no return. And as his first act, he will strike upon the monarch Arachne, with her bonds that connects and weaves like a web severed.”
“Burn it down,” Matthew doens’t know what he’s chanting for but it’s an infectious message.
Obadiah looks to Lykaia to tell their story as he sips his ‘tea’ a glance given to Arachne
Dovie gasps at Jasper, looking to Arachne. “Oh no!”
Jasper says “Burn it dowwwwn.“
Matthew catches on a touch too late and then look towards Arachne, “Not my cousin!”
Dovie echoes Matthew. “Not my cousin!”
Evalina says “She will die on the 31st of September! It is written!“
“There will be no arson charges tonight,” Arachne quells the rabble-rousing before it can spark a flame, only to round her eyes at Jasper, melting back into her chair as though she just fainted. “… Goodness… Say it isn’t.. .Say it isn’t so!”
Matthew leaps out of his seat, declaring loud to the heavens and the stars, “NOT MY COUSIN! YOU WILL NOT CLAIM HER THAT NIGHT!”
Tamar sets the tea cup down, drawing up her knees and draping her arms around them lightly as things start to get a little rowdy. Her bronze-edged gaze flicks from one person to the next, trying to keep up with everyone.
“I feel very strongly that I’ve missed something,” Aeryn casts an unblinking gaze over Matthew.
“I’ve been cursed repeatedly,” Arachne clues Aeryn in helpfully about Matthew’s infectiously charming theatrics. “My death has been foretold.”
Annabelle twists back onto her rear, gift given, and looks over the crowd with a decision that must seem much larger than it really is. Retreating in a duck, not to get in the way of any invisible television, she huddles bag to her teammate, Lillian’s side.
Matthew looks towards Aeryn, “They say she’ll die on the cursed date, the thirty-first of Septembers.” But Gabriel’s refusal has him clutching to his chest.
“Jupiter has spoken, though,” Jasper says while he sits back down. “And I his messenger. He better pay me money for relaying this for him though.”
“We’re just waiting to hear from Lykaia and Obie, then I’ll announce the winners and bestow the long-awaited prizes before I let everyone hang out afterward,” Arachne says, looking across to Lykaia and Obadiah expectantly.
Evalina nods towards Jasper, “There is no escaping it. The 31st of September will be her last day on Earth.” She shares with a solemn nod. There is a mischief in her eyes as she opens them, a hidden joke in her smile.
Lillian offers Annabelle the high-five of someone totally confident they won.
Obadiah squints at Lykaia, “Lykaia….”
Arachne also has been holding onto Annabelle’s unbrella and crumpled notes awkwardly for a while now, as though not quite decided on what to do with the items bequeathed onto her.
Gabriel tells Matthew in what might possibly be some reassurance, “I’ll be there to get her treatment or something if required! But yeah no if a planet is out to get her that’s above my pay grade.” then he nods to Aeryn, “Plus Aeryn thinks she’s fine so it’s probably fine.”
As the next set prepare themselves, Amber wonders over to Arachne, “Was hard to hear the start of that story from over by the telescopes. But seemed interesting.” Post-dramatic omen-speaking, her demeanor is fairly muted.
Lykaia makes a slight nod to Obadiah before she gets to her feet and makes her trip to in front of the seats. Pale green eyes that show through the eyes of the mask glance over the people seated before she clears her voice. Her tone is hushed, sweeter, almost sing-song.
“The eagle has spread its wings far in the sky,” Lykaia says, drawing a slender needle from the arrangement in her hair. “Yet the proud watcher above shall be pierced, and fall…” The needle glides along her index finger until it pricks, a bead of red sliding down. “Betrayal awaits from far below; a dagger wielded by unseen hands. And all… you shall be, is blood in the wind.” Her finger reaches up to her mask, smearing crimson along its cheek.”
She looks over difference people in the seating arrangements, beefore her gaze turns to Arachne. The needle is held out, and let to fall with a clang to the ground before she takes forward again, to seat herself once more.
Annabelle has a pretty good chance, as it turns out, and relays a palm over to Lillian’s like a guided missile.
Matthew looks visibly disturbed by Evalina’s nonchalant delivery of the omen, but Aeryn and Gabriel’s reassurances are enough to have him nodding. “Of course, she’ll be fine, she’s a Montrose.”
“… Did she just needle drop me? Did she just needle drop me -and- curse me in the same breath?” Arachne hushedly asks for a reality check from those around her in the wake of Lykaia’s performance.
Dovie pauses, mid-clap. “I’m not sure if I should be clapping, fantastic delivery. Sad fate,” she decides finally to clap for Lykaia. “Brava!”
Evalina walks up casually to Matthew, then leans in towards his back, whispering something into his ear with a mischievous smile, then giving him a wink before turning on her heels, walking away.
Tamar listens quietly to Lykaia, finding it easier somehow to focus on the mask than she usually does on people’s faces. “That was a good one,” she murmurs in quiet awe.
What Evalina whispers to Matthew leaves him utterly floored. Jaw on the ground, and eyes open wide, surprised. A beat later and he says, “There are only thirty days in September?!”
Arachne brings her hands together once with a boom that mimics the thunder of the sky father, cracking louder than it should over the din of conversation.
“The Sky Father has heard what you’ve whispered upon his winds and has has chosen FOUR teams to receive a token of his favor this evening,” she proclaims, rising from her seat to begin circling around, studying faces.
“The most daring and deadly of the duos…” Arachne’s voice is loud and boisterous as though she were performing for Zues himself, dramatically sweeping forward with lift of her arm. “Evalina and Jaaaasper!”
Lillian quietly cheers after they nail the high-five.
Dovie claps for Jasper and Evalina. “Amazing!! Great job!”
Obadiah nods when everything done and sneaks away with a passing glance to Arachne
Arachne works with an attendant to bestow a telescope and divination tea set to Evalina and Jasper, leaving to whom the final recipient of the set to be up to them as she moves on swiftly to someone and someone. “Next, we have Lykaia and Obadiaaah!”
Robert studies Lykaia’s performance and then simply opts to nod back to Tamar, offering a faint smile – and then raises his hand in warm applaud to Evalina and Jasper. “Well done.”
“Aw sweeeet,” Jasper smiles, looking at Evalina as he receives a telescope. “Thank you all for your attention to Evalina and I’s message from the Sky Father.”
Lillian gives a clumsy clap for the first pair.
Arachne works with an attendant to bestow a telescope and divination tea set to Evalina and Jasper, leaving to whom the final recipient of the set to be up to them as she moves on swiftly to Obadiah and someone. “Next, we have Lykaia and Obadiaaah!”
Arachne works with an attendant to bestow a telescope and divination tea set to Evalina and Jasper, leaving to whom the final recipient of the set to be up to them as she moves on swiftly to Obadiah and Lykaia. “Next, we have Lykaia and Obadiaaah!”
Evalina gives a beaming grin, smacking Jasper’s back again. “See? See?!” She supports him, “I knew you could do it!” She nods several times, then smiling towards Arachne as they get their rewards, “Thank you!” She returns to her, then glancing towards the others. “I never thought divination would be such fun!” She probably also never thought she’d be drunk for it.
Obadiah bows at the gift
Matthew makes his way over to Evalina, crowding near her to study the teacup. “You know these are absolutely real,” he says it, like he does believe it, “I got my fortune read and was told bad financial luck was coming my way and then the land lord charged me an arm and a leg in rent the very next day!”
Lykaia makes a little curtsy to Arachne, one hand holding the telescope, the other lifting her skirts just slightly.
Amber claps quietly for each team as announced.
Tamar applauds for the winners, smiling faintly.
Dovie claps for someone and Lykaia. “Amazing job you two!!”
Dovie claps for Obadiah and Lykaia. “Amazing job you two!!”
Arachne bows her head toward Lykaia regally before she finds herself standing before Aeryn and Amber, and Dovie and Tamar, “And last, but stylishly not least, The Double As and Dovie and Tamar!”
Tamar blinks and then is caught in a hug by Dovie. For a moment she doesn’t seem to know what to make of it and stiffens but then she is nodding her head. “We did!”
Dovie gasps and hugs Tamar. “We did it!”
Annabelle pulls up her beanie, which was the full effort obfuscation beyond huddling that she made, a hand to her heart in relief. “Phhewf.”
Arachne says “Just a moment.“
Obadiah is feverishly texting before Dovie congratulates them and he instantly turns on his practiced smile and motions to someone and bows to her, “All her, ladies and gentlemen. I am just here to make her look nice.”
Obadiah is feverishly texting before Dovie congratulates them and he instantly turns on his practiced smile and motions to Lykaia and bows to her, “All her, ladies and gentlemen. I am just here to make her look nice.”
Matthew gives applaud for all the winners, whistling loud for Arachne and Tamar.
Tamar grins, accepting the telescope from Arachne with a quiet, “Thank you,” before she retreats back to her seat to show it off to Robert. “Look. Can we put a skylight in my room perhaps?”
“Woo! Amber! You’re the besht!” Lillian cheers when Amber receives her prize.
Amber continues to applaud until she finds herself receiving a telescope. To Arachne, she offers, “Thanks, boss.”
Dovie cradles one of the teacups.
“You think so?” Evalina returns to Matthew, her eyes on the cups as she studies them as well. “I honestly don’t really believe in that sort of thing…” She looks at Matthew as if considering something, “They’re nice tea cups though – as expected from Arachne – everything she does and owns seems to be quite nice!”
Obadiah pivots and takes his cups to leave, giving a smile to Arachne. A parting glance given to Gabriel and Dovie before he departs for real this time
“Thank you all for coming out. You’re welcome to linger and take in the good atmosphere, or drive safely to home or your next destination, but my time’s come to an end,” Arachne says with apology to everyone, beaming a smile at Amber, Evalina, Gabriel, and the otherse.