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By The City I mean the convention in the book where you can play in an unspecified city. Tropeville where it is always night, always raining and a hard rain is always about to fall...@Penny
Ah! I see. I quite like that! I actually have another made-up city that pretty much resembles that description, except instead of raining, it's almost always overcast and cold, and at times it snows. Funny enough, it never rains there lol.

Hello! I'm not familiar with the tabletop game but I suppose I would like to place a reserve on the Werewolf archetype. I really like the idea of one person per archetype. That's a very cool idea.@Zoey Boey
Hey! Welcome! No need to be familiar with it, it's very user-friendly. And, thanks! But I can't take credit for that, it's very much an Urban Shadows rule, haha.

Knock knock.

Adonna took her fingers off the keys, swiveling in her chair to face the room door she'd left open.

"Morning," her cousin greeted, his smile sleepy but appearance groomed and his suit immaculate. They'd both been up around the same time, but while Virgil had been all over the large apartment getting ready for the morning, Adonna had quietly used her bathroom, put on clothes, and continued the work she'd left over from last night. 

Sound didn't travel well in the apartment, and their respective rooms were on the opposite sides of the large space, so she could have slept in longer, but she had never liked sleeping while someone else was up and about. Besides, this schedule agreed with her.

It was about time for her to leave, which was usually when he ventured over to this side of the apartment to say a quick hello.

"Morning, Virgil," she returned, leaning against the pillow-cushion she'd thrown onto the chair for added comfort.

"How's the research going?"

"It's... I'll be more comfortable once I have more," the dark-haired woman admitted.

He shook his head, still smiling. "I get you want to know all sides, but sometimes it's more effective if you just use strongest pieces of information to make an argument."

"I don't want to pick and choose, I want to know what's right."

Virgil laughed, "Why'd you pick this major, again?" 

Adonna, with no change in expression, pulled the cushion behind her and chucked it right across the room. 

_ _ _

On mornings that Virgil went late into the office, Adonna was driven to the University by his driver. Still a weird concept, if she let herself think about it.

Usually the backseat of the car was enough to lull her into sleep, giving her a few minutes of reprieve before she had to get going for the rest of the day.

But, today, the hum of white-noise instead took her to that odd dream. Her dreams were usually blurs. Constant motion, faces that didn't make sense, didn't exist, and could never quite be focused on. But this dream had been more... grounded. She could still recall the clear faces, strange as they were. And a deck of cards. Why that detail wouldn't leave her mind, she wasn't certain. Or why the dream kept pulling for her attention when all else was quiet. 

_ _ _

When she arrived, after thanking the driver, she absent-mindedly headed in, only after passing the gates did she process the crowd of young faces and nervous, excited energy. 

Ah, right. Freshmen. That was today, wasn't it? 

"..donna."

Adonna looked about, certain she'd heard her name.

"Hey! Adonna!" the short third-year tugged at the hem of Adonna's shirt.

"Carol, hi, sorry."

Carol shook her head, her nape-length blond hair shaking with it. "In a rush? Chat a minute," she bobbed her head towards a small box where her friends were gathered. 

Adonna checked her phone to confirm, and then followed the bubbly blonde to the makeshift table. 

There were a few freshmen around the box-turned-table, as well. One of Carol's friends, another third-year, was placing down cards, flipping them over, and making revealations that caused a few of the freshmen to giggle, and one to blush. 

A deck of cards...

"...Tarot?" Adonna questioned, raising a brow towards Carol, "Is that part of that thing you do... astro..." She fought with herself to remember if it was 'logy' or 'nomy'.

"Astrology?" Carol looked up at Adonna with glittering blue eyes, and chuckled, "I love your thinking face, you look like you're about to committ heinous murder." 

"Sorry, no, I--"

"Shh, don't explain," Carol insisted, "Ruins the mystery," she grinned at her tall friend's expense. "No, not exactly, I mean, there's a connection between astrology and tarot with the major arca..." she stopped herself, remembering her audience, "Nevermind, there's a connection, pretty much."

"Oh..." Not being able to make heads or tails of it, Adonna wasn't sure what else to add.

"Wanna have a go?"

She took a look at the laid out cards, and shook her head. "I should really head in."

"Oh, c'mon!" Carol took Adonna's elbow, and the taller woman didn't resist. 

"Will it take long?"

"Uh..." Carol bit her lip. "Well..." she looked over at her friend manning the cards.

"It can. How about you do the short version? Here," the card-reader said, taking the face up cards and putting them face-down on the rest of the deck before shuffling. "Pick one," she fanned out the cards. It was impressive how large of an arc she managed to make with such small palms.

A deck of cards. Why was she remembering that dream, again?

"Adonna?" Carol's voice drew her back in.

"Right, yes." She picked one unceremoniously, running a thumb over the shiny back before turning it ove- "Oof!" She steadied herself, the unseen card falling onto the box-table as she turned her eyes onto the source of the sudden force.

"I'm so sorry!" a young freshman apologized, then quickly turned to the reader. "Sorry! I ran here, here's my friend, the one I mentioned?" she put her hand on the shoulder of an equally out-of-breath girl, pink and grinning sheepishly, "Can we do a quick one before class starts?" 

"Sure, but--" Adonna raised her hand, shaking her head, already taking a few steps back. "...But, no buts! Here we go."

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