Psychic Demonstration [Open]
Characters: Goose/Shawn (dolepathic) and OPEN
Date/Time: Sunday, March 21st, Afternoon/Evening
Location: Bazaar
Rating: PG, probably
Summary: Goose gives a free demonstration of his "abilities" to any and all. Warning: prepare to be scrutinized (with your permission, of course).
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Now that he was finally settled into his new place and had had a chance to take a brief look around the islands, Goose set off for the Bazaar, his bedsheet folded up and thrown over his shoulder. He was a little nervous and more than a little excited about the whole idea. His dream had told him that he was a psychic, but he hadn't had a chance to try it out on anyone yet to see how or if it would work. Surely it would though, right?
As he walked, he briefly wondered how many people would show up. He'd already done some advertising through his magic journal (still a bit weirded out over that one), and he assumed he'd probably start drawing a crowd once he got going. He thought back to his dream, back to how impressed everyone was when he had used his gift to solve that murder mystery, and a wave of pride made him quicken his steps.
Eventually, he found the perfect spot between two stalls where he could be easily seen but not trampled by any foot traffic. There he quickly laid out his bedsheet, sat down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, put his fingers to his temples, and waited.
Date/Time: Sunday, March 21st, Afternoon/Evening
Location: Bazaar
Rating: PG, probably
Summary: Goose gives a free demonstration of his "abilities" to any and all. Warning: prepare to be scrutinized (with your permission, of course).
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Now that he was finally settled into his new place and had had a chance to take a brief look around the islands, Goose set off for the Bazaar, his bedsheet folded up and thrown over his shoulder. He was a little nervous and more than a little excited about the whole idea. His dream had told him that he was a psychic, but he hadn't had a chance to try it out on anyone yet to see how or if it would work. Surely it would though, right?
As he walked, he briefly wondered how many people would show up. He'd already done some advertising through his magic journal (still a bit weirded out over that one), and he assumed he'd probably start drawing a crowd once he got going. He thought back to his dream, back to how impressed everyone was when he had used his gift to solve that murder mystery, and a wave of pride made him quicken his steps.
Eventually, he found the perfect spot between two stalls where he could be easily seen but not trampled by any foot traffic. There he quickly laid out his bedsheet, sat down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, put his fingers to his temples, and waited.