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(Harriet's decursing attempt)
[Tue Aug 20 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
Alina eyes the onion rings that the waitress brings over suspiciously. Her hand reaches out to grab one, finds it hot and she drops it, bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck to cool them.
Suddenly, Tabitha stands, instead of grabbing herself an onion ring, her fingers find themselves a wooden ring. She smiles a bit at Alina, "Wait a bit for them to cool... but if you excuse me.." She cups her fingers around the woodden ring, the item a little illuminated, oddly, which may be what the redhead is trying to conceal.
Tabitha steps off the main road, and out into the baseball field. Pausing, she opens her palm to take a much closer look at the ring and the runic symbols that have been forged into it.
Rooting about her bag, Tabitha begins to pull out a few items
Left to handle the decursing of the wooden ring alone, Tabitha has a few tools in hand to hand it. She's wise this time, and has not put the ring on. But she treats the decursing with the same amount of caution that she does on every such item. The woman pricks her finger to draw just a little of her deeply crimson blood, pinching her finger hard to draw it out. That blood is coated across the deep etches of runic symbols, causing the illuninating yellow-white light to glow orange to red.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Feeling cocky as nothing immediately happens to or around her, Tabitha begins to chant. That is, until anything metal that she wears is drawn to the artifact. The words are taken from her lips as items in to her tote begin to quake and try to rip though the fabric. It is lucky, at least, for her, that she had not pulled out a steel blade, or she may have found its tip embedded into her hand. She exhales low, slow, and tries to ground herself again, eyes closing to center herself and her energies.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Perhaps mistaking a howl to be some ominous warning of the curse itself, what it may do if worn, Tabitha looks up, expecting to see a wolf nearby. She exhales again, eyes turning to the ring to really look far more closely to the runes, whether it is lupine or not. As she studies, the ring turns red hot, then ashy. She drops it only the ground where it burns a ring into the grass, where some grass does grow. It is here that the redhead kneels, and with her athame, begins to cut into the earth, making the symbols of water and earth. A cool wind does pick up as she calls out to her Goddess, and soon after, a light drizzle falls to the ground, very specific in where the sprinkles land.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
The redhead is not very far off the road as Tabitha carves into the ground sigils now of earth, wind, water, fire. She can no longer hear herself chant, and no doubt her voice has risen enough for her to hear, likely yelling, at this point. Hekate, Triple-Goddess, Crone. Her spell is fluid, even if *loud*.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Illuminating, again, the ring emits a blinding light leaving Tabitha with flashes of the runic symbols behind her eyes when they are closed. And close they do... the light far too bright and white to keep them open. She shakes her head, pulling her hair behind her ears and tying it up into a loose knot so she can resume her decurse. With the ritual circle dug about the ring, she now pulls out a smudge stick to light it. The object is waved about seeking to clear the air around her, and about the ring. She chants silent again, ending her request to Hekate with: So mote it be.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Harriets Decursing Attempt 240828
(Harriet's decursing attempt)
[Tue Aug 20 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, There is a waning gibbous moon.
Alina eyes the onion rings that the waitress brings over suspiciously. Her hand reaches out to grab one, finds it hot and she drops it, bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck to cool them.
Suddenly, Tabitha stands, instead of grabbing herself an onion ring, her fingers find themselves a wooden ring. She smiles a bit at Alina, "Wait a bit for them to cool... but if you excuse me.." She cups her fingers around the woodden ring, the item a little illuminated, oddly, which may be what the redhead is trying to conceal.
Tabitha steps off the main road, and out into the baseball field. Pausing, she opens her palm to take a much closer look at the ring and the runic symbols that have been forged into it.
Rooting about her bag, Tabitha begins to pull out a few items
Left to handle the decursing of the wooden ring alone, Tabitha has a few tools in hand to hand it. She's wise this time, and has not put the ring on. But she treats the decursing with the same amount of caution that she does on every such item. The woman pricks her finger to draw just a little of her deeply crimson blood, pinching her finger hard to draw it out. That blood is coated across the deep etches of runic symbols, causing the illuninating yellow-white light to glow orange to red.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Feeling cocky as nothing immediately happens to or around her, Tabitha begins to chant. That is, until anything metal that she wears is drawn to the artifact. The words are taken from her lips as items in to her tote begin to quake and try to rip though the fabric. It is lucky, at least, for her, that she had not pulled out a steel blade, or she may have found its tip embedded into her hand. She exhales low, slow, and tries to ground herself again, eyes closing to center herself and her energies.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Perhaps mistaking a howl to be some ominous warning of the curse itself, what it may do if worn, Tabitha looks up, expecting to see a wolf nearby. She exhales again, eyes turning to the ring to really look far more closely to the runes, whether it is lupine or not. As she studies, the ring turns red hot, then ashy. She drops it only the ground where it burns a ring into the grass, where some grass does grow. It is here that the redhead kneels, and with her athame, begins to cut into the earth, making the symbols of water and earth. A cool wind does pick up as she calls out to her Goddess, and soon after, a light drizzle falls to the ground, very specific in where the sprinkles land.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
The redhead is not very far off the road as Tabitha carves into the ground sigils now of earth, wind, water, fire. She can no longer hear herself chant, and no doubt her voice has risen enough for her to hear, likely yelling, at this point. Hekate, Triple-Goddess, Crone. Her spell is fluid, even if *loud*.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Illuminating, again, the ring emits a blinding light leaving Tabitha with flashes of the runic symbols behind her eyes when they are closed. And close they do... the light far too bright and white to keep them open. She shakes her head, pulling her hair behind her ears and tying it up into a loose knot so she can resume her decurse. With the ritual circle dug about the ring, she now pulls out a smudge stick to light it. The object is waved about seeking to clear the air around her, and about the ring. She chants silent again, ending her request to Hekate with: So mote it be.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.