2020-11-19 Room For Dieu
Room For Dieu
Location: Winters Retreat
Date and Time: November 19, 2020
Summary: After tript
Mood Music: Psychic TV - "Have Mercy"
Together the Chanry tripped, and then some. The others, they've faded, leaving Luu alone awake, as far as she can tell. Sitting in a chair out on the porch, the remaining crystalline electric tingles sort through her body; tamed and relaxed as she smokes from a european style hash and tobacco spliff, held in her right hand; with remaining nervous energy transferred to her left hand, busy shuffling a Tarot deck. The Celine frames and the tail ends of numerous drugs make it hard to decide just which shade of blue this is before her in the sky. Is the sun setting or is the sun rising, or are we sort of beyond that kind of reasoning? Time has passed, it may simply be enough to stay that way, though it won't ever really capture the strange manner in which it decided to move through the five of them in the past ... well, however long it's been.
Tilting her head up, she slowly exhales some of the smoke. Big toes playing against the edge of her chair, hooking into things without real purpose. A bit of ash fallen below, on the porch, on her denim shorts, nothing to worry about. It's been good.
Chemicals were never Jinny's strong point. Being a notoriously lightweight drinker, some of the things so easily ingested that evening by the others in alarming quantities (ridiculously large, in Rhode's case) were things that she never, ever thought she'd try. MDMA. LSD. All sorts of acronyms and chemicals that affected her and opened up her eyes in a way that she never thought they would be able to be opened. It was like seeing the spirit world, infinity, and the universe breathing in and out at the same time, multiple viewpoints coalescing into one. By the time she comes to, the drugs are still racing through her system but she's definitely on the downward track, with reality starting to muscle its way back in with the hallucinations relegated to the edge of her vision, if that. Her pajama top, at some point, had been lost and had been replaced by a kitschy t-shirt from the Little A’Le’Inn in Roswell that Luu had found somewhere and as she pulled herself to a sitting position, blinking blearily, she started crawling in a direction that she hoped was a good one and ended up bumping into Luu.
Literally. Like, her head bumped Luu's back. "Oh, sorry." she slurred, her head slowly lifting, like it was attached to a puppeteer's string. "I didn't see you there." Jinny managed to roll on to her back, her head right next to Luu's leg, looking up at the sky that still looked like it was made from individual brush strokes if she stared too long. "How are you?"
Nudged, the smoke is exhaled a little faster than before, but all well within the realm of chill. These sorts of things happen. "That's alright," Luu responds, her head tilting side-to-side in a stoned groove, but her attention on the is-it-morning-or-is-it-evening skyline before her. Turning her head to look to Jinny, Luu lifts one hand to offer the spliff to Jinny, while also lifting up her leg in a parallel line to arm, showing off the dirty sole of a foot, as if to explain everything. "I'm going good," she says, her voice dreamy in a way that would set her mood right, if it was somehow not already.
"That was fun," she notes, "gave me some things to think on and some ways to not think on things, both of which are needed." One more shuffle of the Tarot deck, before she puts it down on the chair, almost wedged into the crotch of her barely there denim short-shorts -- yet somehow still dignified -- her dity soled feed, somewhat splayed in different ways across the chair, yet still seeming relaxed.
"Je serai ton miroir," Luu says in a chilled-and-blissed French accent, before drawing a Tarot card. She does not look at it, simply places it on her forehead, right above her Celine frames, there for Jinny to see, should she choose to look.
Any time other than this, Jinny would refuse. This time is different and she takes the offered spliff, taking a slow, even drag on it, the cherry at the end glowing bright, before leaning back on the porch to look up at the sky, a plume of smoke escaping her nose and mouth, causing her to cough a little, a pleasantly fuzzy sensation starting to trickle in over the off-the-wall sensations they had all shared previously. "I'm going good too. Better than I have in a while. Third eye is wide open, squeaky clean, wrung out and put out to dry. I'm going to sleep so hard. And my dreams...." Her eyes close as she loses her train of thought, coming back only to the sound of the tarot deck being shuffled, gazing right at Luu's thigh and the short shorts that end way up there.
"Watashi wa anata no naka ni jibun jishin o mimasu..." she murmurs in Japanese, her hand moving to draw from the deck between Luu's legs, taking a card and pressing it to her forehead, looking up at Luu's.
"La Moureux," Luu pronounces as she looks over the Tarot card on Jinny's forehead, still holding an unknown one up to her own. "So many other decks get that one wrong," Luu says of the card, "they pluralize, to 'The Lovers' and they miss the point. They take the face value and assume it is about mortal lovers, even a love triangle of some sorts, this cupid symbolizing love found and a choice made. In a way that's true, but this is the sixth degree, the human finally making its way to Heaven. the angel we see is The Lover, La Moreux. That's the connection. Those earthly ones? Maybe they're still there or maybe not, it's sort of irrelevant. It is stepping into Heaven and experiencing that higher love, but the higher level has no jealousy to other loves." A beat before she jokes on the 16th Arcana, saying, "La Maison Dieu: room for two."
Another pull of the spliff is taken, as Luu notes, "They're right, I guess. Sometimes something like that is needed as a reset."
The card is taken down and looked at - studied, in fact - the trio at the bottom in their colored cloak, Cupid at the top with an arrow, ready to fire. The number 6 in roman numerals at the top, the simple primary colors touching something in Jinny that she didn't know was even there. She looks at Luu's card, tilts her head to the side to study it. "Number thirteen. There's no name on that one. A skeleton with a scythe?"
Takes the spliff, takes another hit of the potent herb wrapped up inside, coughing a little again. "What does it mean?" Poor Jinny, completely unfamiliar with the Tarot.
"Well, some people call that one 'Death,'" Luu explains of the Nameless Arcana, "but again, people get things wrong. But the symbol sort of works. Profound change or revolution, or as you reap you sow" Pointing to the card, Luu adds, "the bones are sweet like sugar." Glancing at a little more, "Even got some words on them, but that's a different sort of poetry than mine. That poetry comes later." Taking the spliff back, Luu takes another pull, letting a piece of ash fall down in an almost dainty fashion. "I guess," she says exhaling the smoke upwards, "that we probably did just go through some profound change or revolution, so it seems fitting. Though I suppose there might be more to come."
Jinny is way, way too high to consider the implications of this with a clear head but, to be fair, even considering it with a clear head would probably be a little above her station without doing a bit of studying with books and a borrowing of Luu's tarot deck to see what fit where. She reaches up to take the nameless card, studying it, putting it with the lovers and then tucking them carefully back into the deck, brushing Luu's fuzzy legs lightly when she does so. "Whatever comes may be easy. It may be hard. Whatever we experience, whatever change or revolution, it will definitely be worth it." Luu's leg gets a gentle pat, Jinny's head leaning over to rest against it, eyes half-open. "I don' wan' t' go to school though...."
Luu keeps puffing languidly on the spliff, if she notes much of the cards around her her crotch getting poked at, she doesn't make any comment, seeming to let it all pass her by. "Going to school?" she wonders, as she passes the spliff back to Jinny, "What do you mean go to school?" Scrunching her brow a bit, Luu notes, "I mean, I feel we learned somethings today, but I don't know if school is the way I'd put any of this." Looking around at the bluish light, Luu adds, "Whatever day it might in fact be right now."
It's definitely been a learning experience for all of them over the past few hours, but Jinny, on the cusp of being out cold and hallucinating in her dreams for the next few hours, finds herself cuddling Luu's thigh, her head kind of near the other woman's knee, curling around her back, sort of, just hanging on. "...ya so much, Luu." she murmurs, followed by a cute little snore and a smacking of her lips.
