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Having lived in New Orleans for a decent amount of time before he had to come to Olympus, Cal was no stranger to the mystic arts, voodoo, or whatever people chose to call it. He thought it was interesting in an amusing sort of way but didn’t exactly buy in or fully believe in such things. Still, he’d had his cards and his palms read and all those things because it was fun. He realised recently that he’d never gone into the occult shop in Olympus, likely because he’d been too busy with the night club, but figured he might as well change that today. It had been some time since he’d had a tarot reading, after all, and undoubtedly his fortunes had changed since coming to Olympus. 

When he entered the store, he looked around and smiled a little. It was exactly what he’d been expecting which was comforting, in a way. Seeing Bowie at the counter, he approached them. He seemed to remember they’d arrived in town around the same time and he’d certainly seen them around. So his tone was a little teasing when he addressed them. “Hello, love. How would you feel about doing a tarot reading for me?”