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"I dunno, maybe the unlocked door?" Mickey headed further inside despite the woman's unfriendly demeanor. "What crawled up your ass today?" He dug into his pocket and brought out a piece of gum, which he took care in unwrapping before the stick was popped into his mouth. Mickey attempted to shoot the leftover wrapper into the nearby bin, but missed. "Damn it," muttering to himself, he crossed over and snatched it from the floor, and tossed it in.
"Didn't you say come by Tuesday?" the man asked, as he perched and observed her. "Eh, maybe it was Wednesday... Could've been Thursday, who knows? I had time today, though." Mickey's lips tugged into an impish grin as he chewed. "So, here I am." His arms fanned out at his sides briefly. "Low on stock, I assume?" Mickey flicked the air in front of one of her herb bottles.
"Nice shot." Xila mused as she watched Mickey snatch the gum wrapper off her floor. If that wasn't a little bit of instant karma, what was? She glanced towards the door and sighed to herself. She did think she should be a little more careful when it came to locking that door. But then again, it was only Mickey. She was lucky for that.
"Anyway, there's nothing up my ass. I just maybe haven't had my medically prescribed cup of caffeine just yet. Which makes me a danger to everyone if we're being completely honest." She smirked at him before leaning back on her palms and staring up at him from the floor. "Mmm." She nodded yes when he asked about her stock. "Is today not Monday?"
He couldn't help but grin as she sprang off her yoga mat. As she darted towards the door, Jasper looked over his shoulder, waiting. Sure enough, as she rounded the car, his suspicion was right. When she came back, apologizing, and thanking him, he shook his head. "It's alright. I have zero manners most days -- I just knew I'd be pissed if I went outside and my battery was dead," Jasper shrugged. "Although, if I'm being honest my car pisses me off most days."
Realizing that he was rambling a little, Jasper looked around at the Oracle a little more. The place had great light. He was about to say as much when he caught sight of the sign in the window with the hours. "Do you have any worry dolls or worry stones?" He asked. "Not trying to get you to work -- I can come back -- there just used to be this tent at the farmer's market that my sister liked. It's gone now, so I'm trying to avoid Amazon."
"Oh my god, no. Don't worry about it. I'm forever in your debt." Xila said, waving a dismissive hand when he said he wasn't trying to put her to work. She paused at his request. That was one she didn't get a lot of people asking about. It took her aback a little. Her worry dolls were one of the few things in this shop that felt like a genuine piece of her soul. Xila didn't have any family left. But she'd once had a grandmother to teach her about worry dolls.
"I have some worry dolls I've made myself. Kind of uh, a family tradition. Not many people around here are very interested in them." She said with a small shrug, walking around to one of the tables and gesturing to a bowl displaying said worry dolls. "As far as worry stones go, I don't think we have any of those. But I have a few crystals I can recommend for anxiety."
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location: prairie pies
The day at work had seemed never-ending; it was one of the relatively quiet days in the Santiago mansion, Hector off on some business trip for the past couple of days. The house staff always seemed more relaxed on such occasions, talking a little longer and laughing a little louder without fearing the dominating glare of their boss. His mother, though, was the opposite. Crankier than ever, she had to be begged to take her medicine, and every attempt of conversation ended with her snapping, usually something in unintelligible Spanish. Lizzie didn't blame her- with Alicia gone, it only made sense that she would rather keep her family close. The Halls seemed to be doing exactly the same.
Said Halls were more pleasant on her phonecall to let them know she was coming home and their request was much easier to satisfy than that of her elderly employer- pizza. She happily obliged, her own stomach protesting, dropping by their favorite spot and one of the very few open ones this late.
"Excuse me, are you waiting to order?" she asked the only person standing in front of her in line, trying not to sound too impatient.
"Oh uh, sorry. I was spacing out a bit there. So many pies to choose from and all." Xila stuck her hands in her pockets. Truth be told, pizza was the last thing on Xila's mind. But after a particularly heavy reading with a client, she needed a break from the shop and figuring out what to eat for dinner seemed to be the best way to do it. If only she wasn’t feeling so indecisive. Was she in the mood for vegetable or pepperoni? It was hard to tell. “You can go ahead.” She gestured towards the other. “I don’t know what I want yet.”
Something playful took shape on her lips as one side hitched up in restrained amusement while Maya viewed what was possibly embarrassment on the yoga practitioner's face. "None taken, no worries. What woman could truly survive in this world if she was easily offended?" A little bit of a devil's advocate comment but nothing to be taken to heart. "I can give you a few minutes if you'd like... go grab us each a coffee?" The woman was in the middle of her workout and clearly hadn't meant to leave the door open. Maya watched the woman's form as she relaxed a little thinking she should really get back into yoga or pilates. The offer she left hanging was purposeful and implied that she more so had questions rather than aimless browsing.
"That actually...is so nice of you to offer. If it's not asking too much. I take my coffee with cream and sugar." Xila smiled back at the other, excited by the prospect of caffeine. Truthfully, she could have gone out to get it herself but she hadn't wanted to miss out on her morning workout. Especially since she had already gotten a late start to the morning. Xila was a slow to start morning kind of gal. Time generally seemed to slip away from her and she wanted to get the store opened on time. Surely, she could offer some of her services to this woman in exchange for coffee. In the meantime however, she could slip a shower in. "I'm Xila, by the way."
"To be frank, I have no idea what new-age psychic services you offer," Jasper said. Back in the band days, one of the guy's girlfriends had a friend that had a shop/apothecary. He remembered this girl always had a new new-age psychic gimmick about star signs and suana and really whatever else could be made into a story for her Instagram. Jasper could appreciate the grift, even if he refused to let anyone do a tarot reading for him. In fact, he only tried the handle out of concern. He jerked his thumb towards the door, ignoring her groan from moments before -- he didn't really blame her, it was early as Hell. "There's a car outside with its inside lights on -- figured it was probably yours."
"Oh, fuck." Xila nearly sprung off of her yoga mat. "I mean, shit." No, that wasn't any better. She just shook her head at herself. "Yep. That is absolutely probably definitely me." She had guessed the front door wasn't the only door she had left open this morning. She slid past him through the front door, her shoulder brushing his as she headed out to check her car. When he proved to be right and all four doors were properly closed, she turned back to him. "I'm so sorry. I have absolutely zero manners this morning. I have no business being out of bed today. So, uh, thanks. You saved my battery."
This is what happened when you owned the Truck Inn, what used to be an infamous stop for outlaws and now was home to Martha, his 73 year old clerk that also helped run the place. Martha, was something like a surrogate grandmother but to Waylon, she was also a pain in the ass. She sent him on errands, but realistically, she got to do whatever she damn well pleased because she kept his secrets better than most.
Which is exactly how he ended up here, at a prompt eight am, already internally clenching at being in the shop. Last week Martha found seven dollars missing. Martha, who balanced everything with pencil and paper and had eyes like a hawk. She, of course, jumped to the razor sharp conclusion that it was spirits. She needed sage, so here he was. "The open sign on the door and it being within business hours...?" Truthfully, Waylon found this place to be space to be the knowledge shop of too many failed relationships. He needed to stay away from questionably unstable ladies who liked to sprinkle rocks around his place. "I recognize that, it's a tortellini crystal rock thing," he said, pointing to a crystal.
Xila glanced at her watch. What time was it? She could hardly believe she had left the door open like that. That wasn't like her at all. With or without her morning cup of coffee. She sat up on her yoga mat then, wiping the sweat off her brow as she stared back at this man - who looked like he'd rather crawl out of his skin than spend another moment here in this shop. Granted, he was quite out of place here. He didn't look like her usual clientele. But then again, what was usual around here anyway?
She stood up from her mat to walk towards him. "Huh. You sure know your rocks, don't ya?" Her lips pressed together in an amused smile, arms crossing over her chest as they both stared at the black tourmaline crystals on display. Close enough. "You know...you stick one of those bad boys under your pillow and by morning, you'll have a little Italian man running around your house, doing your bidding. Works like a charm." She could hardly resist herself. "Is there something I can help you with? Or would you like to continue to peruse our meatball and rigatoni selection of crystals?"
There was something to be made of this town. Progress had already been in swing before she arrived and since Maya had made it her residence to see it through even more had been apparent. She was an early riser, though some would say that she never really slept, and was already on the move as most of Paxton's downtown was just waking up and opening their doors. Each business and property she'd been getting to know well as that was part of her magic — knowing every minute detail that even the owners didn't even know fine print of.
When she walked in the metaphysical shop she wore a smile and kept her demeanor pleasant. Disarming people, especially small town folk, was a tool. Maya hadn't expected to find a woman on the floor in the midst of a yoga pose and she nearly laughed. "It was the open door..." If she hadn't bit her tongue she would've made a comment about customer service. Instead she was more curious how a shop like this stayed in business in place like this. Maya couldn't imagine ranchers and cowboys getting their cards read. "But if it's fine with you I can go spend my money elsewhere," she shrugged.
Xila sat up on her yoga mat with a slight huff, glancing towards the door that was just starting to swing shut behind the other. "The door...?" She repeated, realization meeting her eyes after just a second. Of course. Xila wasn't usually this forgetful. Even after skipping breakfast. She just had a lot on her mind, she supposed. "Oh. That ol' thing." She pressed her lips together and sucked back the embarrassment before pulling her hair up and out of her face into a messy top knot. She was covered in sweat and not even a little bit ready to open up business for the day. Or at least receive company. "I'm a don't talk to me until I've had my coffee type of girl. It's nothing personal." She shrugged and gestured to the displays as if to say, feel free to take a look around.
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Open starter
Where: Paxton Oracle
When: Morning
Xila liked to stick to her morning routine. She was very methodical that way. Truth be told, she was a bit miserable without it. Her mornings usually consisted of two eggs sunny side up on a piece of toast. Hot coffee. Sweet but with very little cream. Simple enough. But when she did her groggy morning shuffle to the kitchen, she found there were no eggs. No coffee. What was the point of even trying to have a good day at this rate? So she decided to forego breakfast altogether. Obviously, there was very little salvaging this morning so she decided to head down to the shop early and squeeze some solo yoga in before she could be tempted to crawl back into bed and give up on today.
Paxton Oracle appeared to be your typical metaphysical shop. It was eclectic and gimmicky all at once, the smell of incense sticking to every surface. But it was spacious with wide windows and plenty of natural light. One of the perks that came with living above her own business was that Xila could use the space however she pleased. Unfortunately, this meant she had left the front door unlocked when she had gone to fetch the mail earlier. When she heard the bell over the door jingle open, she nearly groaned. Surely, someone wasn't looking for a tarot reading first thing in the morning? "What part of me in the downward dog position suggests that we are open?"
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
Name: Xila Reyes
Age: 32
Occupation: Local Psychic and Business Owner
Affiliation: Neutral
Gender & Pronouns: Woman (she/her)
Faceclaim: Priscilla Quintana
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘
tw drug abuse, death, affair
Thirty two years ago - a substantial Donor for Obsidian Holdings stepped out on his marriage for a dancer. One night became four, and four became some amount of years in secret. Ultimately, the affair resulted in a child - that child being Xila Reyes. Also a secret.
Xila was raised by her single mother in Winnebago Heights. Some would say on the wrong side of the tracks. For the first half of her childhood, her wealthy father would send the pair money to live off of. Those days were pretty good. But as the years went on, checks seemed to come in less and less frequently. Eventually, her father cut ties with them completely and the money stopped coming in altogether.
Xila is something of a hustler. She grew up watching her mother scam and scheme her way into getting the bills paid. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t learned a thing or two. Sometimes the ugly things are necessary.
Six years ago, her mother passed after her long standing battle with drug abuse finally came to a tragic end. Around this time, Xila started to claim she would see her mother’s ghost lingering about. She started reading Tarot for the locals as a way to process her feelings with death. But when the referrals started to pour in, she began to recognize the need for such a talent and decided to cash in on her newfound abilities in ‘Mediumship’.
She bought a store front in Historic Downtown and called it ‘The Paxton Oracle’. Her services include anything from tarot readings, to energy healing, to even hexing your ex. It’s something of an attraction to tourists and travelers, as well as the local regulars and hardcore believers. Business is going well.
It’s unclear whether or not she actually believes she can communicate with the dead, or if it’s all a ruse. Although, Xila seems to know things that are a little too on the nose...even for a con-woman. Perhaps she’s just perceptive. Perhaps she really did see her dead mother. Or maybe that’s just a story she likes telling potential clients. Either way, it’s good for business.
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐂
Xila has no love for Obsidian Holdings. Her mother had divulged a bit about the kind of business her father was involved in. No matter what the skeptics might say, she likes to think she has a softer heart for what she considers hard working real people. And while she may not have a full understanding of the goings on in Paxton, she’s very aware of the town's dark underbelly. For the right price, she might be willing to stick her hand in it. Xila has a constant ear to the ground and always seems to know more than she’s letting on. Secrets are, after all...worth a pretty penny. You’d be surprised just how much information clients are willing to spill when you tell them you can see their dead grandma.