019 The Psychic of Many Filters

[kinship]

[A: 1648 Albright Lane (Closed to Abel)]

[The events of Saturday's conversation with Charles have been going through his mind over and over, and it's finally time to discuss them with his little-big brother. So he's crept down the stairs before dawn, house quiet while everyone else sleeps, to where Abel generally seems to make his bed on the couch. Sorry, bro, he knows how much you love sleep, but POKE, POKE, POKE...!]

[B: 1648 Albright Lane (Closed to Amy, Lucifer and Rachel)]

[Later in the morning, at a more hospitable time, Cain can be found in the kitchen making breakfast. He's stood on a chair to reach the stove and has laid out the places with napkins and fresh, gleaming cutlery. Does he have an agenda for doing this? Or is he just being nice? Take a guess...]

[C: Phone (Closed to Beast Boy)]

[Usually he would grin and bear it if someone hurt him, it's how he always handled that sort of thing. But he never usually cared about the people who did that before, and it's a new and singularly unpleasant experience to be (so he thinks) betrayed by someone he actually trusted. That this isn't actually Beast Boy's fault doesn't even cross his mind, he's behaving like a petulant child.]

I need to talk to you, can we meet at the headquarters?

[D: Phone (Closed to Esther)]

Miss Esther? I wondered if you had a spare afternoon, if you'd mind if I called around to see you?

[Phone (Closed to Platina)]

Good morning, Miss Platina! You asked me to call you when I got my pet, well... I'm afraid I got him a while ago, but he's just been settling in, so you're welcome to come and see him any time you like.

[F: The Park (Open to All)]

[Clearly the best way to spend a nice Spring evening is to try and learn more about passing strangers in ways that make it seem like you're just messing about, right? Right?!

Should anyone be passing through the park today, the might see a stand has been erected on the main pathway. It's just a simple trestle table and a painted board, and the boy behind might have been a drone for his wide smile and the 1950s clothes he was still wearing.

Except that the stall isn't an innocent lemonade stand or something similar, it's a psychic stand (or a stand for psychic business, not the stand itself is psychic...). Big colourful letters are designed to draw in business, and Cain waits patiently for his first customer.]

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Comments

i am the latest I am so sorry

[wolfishsurvivalist]

He could use more than a few lessons in those, couldn't he? Still, my paycheck isn't much to write home about! I don't know about dinner, but I could possibly swing a milkshake or two. How's that sound?

Sorry for the mega slow tag, moving house ate me alive

[kinship]

If you make it coke, then it's a deal.

[Unlike his brother, Cain hates sweet things, and that most certainly includes milkshakes.]

's okay, was out of state for weddings and am sick now whoooooops

[wolfishsurvivalist]

A coke, then.

[She just smiles, her tail wagging. A coke she could definitely do.]

hope you get well soon

[kinship]

Sounds like a deal I can definitely get behind.

[He's just about ready to shut up shop and go for that coke now.]

awww thank you ;; v ;;

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I do know a good soda shop around town, too.

[She huffs in amusement. Watch out, Cain. Mika is going to ruffle his hair when he least expects it after he gets up from his booth.]

[kinship]

[He doesn't mind hair pets at all, looking up to grin when she ruffles.]

Then what are we waiting for?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Only for you to get all your things, kiddo.

[She grins, pulling him into a one-armed hug.]

So, how much did you make?

[kinship]

Just over twenty dollars.

[There are a surprising amount of suckers here.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Not bad for a start-up charlatan, eh?

[She huffs, shaking her head as her smile lingers.]

I'm not entirely sure it'll work a second time. I think some of your customers are on to your tricks now.

[kinship]

Ye of little faith. There are plenty of people here that haven't seen me yet, and lots more arriving each month.

[Always a high turnover for a conman who looks innocent.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

You little snake.

[Mika just laughs gently, ruffling his hair.]

You're planning on finding all the suckers in town, aren't you?

[kinship]

You're being too cruel, Miss Mika. My talents are genuine, and the people who believe are only taking a leap of faith.

[In other words... yes.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Mm-hmm, my apologies~.

[She hardly sounds convinced. Well, he's already gotten as much money as he's going to get out of her. After all, she has to buy groceries somehow.]

[kinship]

[He doesn't feel guilty, he thinks it would be virtually impossible not to make ends meet in this town. Abel never sold any of the cars he was supposed to on his rare days in work, but the household didn't go without food.]

Apology accepted. It's something I'm used to, the psychically gifted often face disbelief from the community.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Cain probably has no idea what it's like living in a house where nearly everyone has an appetite like Abel.]

And a prophet is never welcome in his hometown, I know.

[kinship]

It's one of the curses of being truly gifted...