> "By this place you mean The Goth House? Well, I came here for
lunch.
> It was in my home town then. In an area that was still making the
> transition from old town industrial to new public-storage chic. I
> don't remember when I got sucked into Arcadia. It just seemed a
> natural progression."

Ivy shooed the cat off of the table and opened the curtain to let the
stale air out. "Sounds like the majority of the creatures here.' Ivy
said as she passed the deck of cards to her, "You can shuffle if you
wish till it feels good. Its not necesary to tell me the intention of
your eeading, that will come out in the reading."

Ivy sat back and sipped from a flagoon of mead, "I was asked to come
here, I thought to read cards but now I'm not so sure..."