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*Tim is seated at his usual booth, perched on the edge of the chair. His arms are wrapped around a rather thick iron staff with a clawed end. It's new, but already he likes it, despite the weight. It adds just enough mysitcism to the three piece suit, blended nicely. For some reason, his cards are on the table. They just felt like coming out. So, if you want a reading, a flying lesson, or to just talk to Tim, feel free.*

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"... Who?" Ace looks rather confused as she snags the seat next to him, distracting Magic with a chew toy. She doesn't know modern actors, sorry.
"He is a dwarf though. I suppose." He could be normal sized for where he's from, for all she knows.

Actor. Was in Indiana Jones, Sliders, and Voyager a couple of times.

*A shake of his head.*

Nevermind.

*Tim starts to pet Magic behind the ears.*

Yup, a dwarf from middle-earth.

Ace has heard of the movie version of Indy's life. Never seen it though.
"So what is it?" She asks as she eyes what looks to her to be a large, oddly shaped curtain rod.

Magic accepts petting gleefully, her tail thumping the floor.

*Witha dragon claw on the top, don't forget.*

Tis a staff.

"..."

She eyes the curtain rod that evidently has pretensions.

"Thought they were supposed to have a knob on the end?"

She may or may not be serious.

A wizards staff has a knob on the end. I'm not a wizard anymore.

*He winks at her.*

Besides, once I have power back, the prongs will be easier to fill with energy.

"Ah aha." Thus explained to her satisfaction, she proceeds to move on to the next topic of interest.

...

It is entirely possible someone gave Ace soda. Bad whoeveryouare. Bad. No cookie for you.

"Playin' solitaire, or are you getting messages of doom?"

*Tim has just had tea. So he's good.*

They wanted to air out some, apparently.

"... Did they sign a little petition or sommat?" She asks, grinning.

They brought themselves to my attention in every pocket I was rifling.

"... That's... a little scary, honestly." Toys should not demand attention. That's why there's a whole series of horror movies about dolls.

*He shrugs slightly.*

I'm used to having toys with minds of thier own. Baby ring a bell?

Ace frowns slightly. That doesn't set a very good precedent.
"Didn't know she was a toy."

Well, shes not.

*He bites his lip*

But when I built her, she didn't have a personality or a real mind actually. My spells tend to grow sentience. I used to unintentially do it to my toys, so my toy soldiers would actually fight for me....

That's a slightly alarming thought for someone who has one of those spells in her head.

Oh well.

"... Suddenly, I feel sorry for your da."

He was too drunk to ever notice it....

*He shakes his head. the way his dad was... he wasn't a good man.*

Bl-ink.

"... He doesn't seem the type." And here she thought she could spot them a mile away.

He was.

*Tim is staring at the Window.*

Me mum... Supposedly, she died in a car crash. Same one that cost my da his arm. I've seen some evidence that she was acually Titania in a disguise, but... I dunno. It sent my dad into a downwar spiral. All he'd do was drink and watch the telly. Only time he'd pay attention to me was when the TV was awn the blink.

*A snort.*

I started thinking of Awn the blink as a real person. A friend of mine, who helped my dad see me. I met him several years later, created by the power of my imagination. Nice guy.

Next time she goes to London? She and the Elder Mr. Hunter are going to have Words.
"Yeah? Never met him." Which she thinks is a shame.

Could have used him.

Even when there was only static coming through, there usually wasn't anyone sober enough or present enough to notice a young Dorothy.

He got better.

*Tim shifts uncomfortably.*

Gwen helped out a lot. And the fire. He got burned something awful in a fire sent by someone who wanted to make me into a disciple of the cold flame. The doctor managed to help him quite a bit. And then my mentors gave him the arm back he says....

"Huh." She wonders sometimes if her family ever got better.

But, in order to find out, she'd have to actually care.

So, looks like she'll never know.

Good riddance.

*Tim gives her a hug. Cause he's her family now.*

She hugs him back.

Her new family is worlds beyond her old one. She wouldn't go back for anything.

"So how do these things work, anyway?" Ace picks the first topic she can find, ready to move on. "I get the face cards, I think, but what about the numbers?"

They each have a specific meaning, sometimes edited by the cards themselves. Want a reading?

*He's fine with the subject change.*

She shrugs. Why not, she doesn't think there's anything doomy they can pop up with this time.
"Only if you explain the whys and wherefors." She grins.