To complete the look, the designer's vision went a step further — the space was scattered with toilets and sinks that weren't attached to anything, just lying around like museum pieces. There were also bidets, toothbrush holders, and a variety of other sanitary oddities.
Bold choice, - Manu commented as he followed Flora - I wonder what artistic message lies behind such a brave mis en scène? No clue, - Flora - Aren't you surprised this is the set we're using for the opening act?-
It's your Suggest what you want, - shrugged the Hawaiian. - In the end, this is fiction — so why not visit a psychic? Unë jam një mjeshtër i trashëguar! – (I am a master psychic, descended from a long line!) They flinched and turned toward the voice speaking in a language none of them
In the center of the odd tent stood a massive oak table (finally, a nod to medium traditions!), and behind it, slumped in a large chair, was a man of considerable size.
How had they not noticed him earlier?
Because in his place was a heap of assorted rags under which he'd clearly been napping. Judging by his stale appearance, he'd been out cold — but hey, reflexes are reflexes and the napper was already snapping at the newcomers with a grumpy roar.
The large tent began filling with visitors, all of whom first gawked at the bizarre interior, and then
inevitably stared at the man — apparently the fortune teller himself.
His body was wrapped in a long gauzy gown covered in embroidered occult symbols, with a fluffy stole draped over his shoulders (how was he not melting from heat?!). His bald head bore no traditional headgear — instead, it was dotted with newly transplanted hair clumps slowly taking root. Cheap costume earrings dangled from his ears.
Rounding out his look were shiny rings on thick fingers etched with mysterious symbols. His nails were obsessively groomed — clearly, he never missed a salon appointment.
Vanna immediately gave her verdict:
Fabulous look! I always told my sisters that secondhand shops are full of bold fashion
Kjo nuk është e dorës së dytë!! Këto janë artikuj të markës! - (This is not secondhand!! These are branded items!)
Evelyn shouted:
What the hell! Can anyone understand what he's saying? And where the hell is the actual psychic?!
Yeah, same - Copy chimed in. Manu calmly filled them in:
The medium is right in front of He's speaking Albanian. Gotcha…- muttered the camera operator, adjusting her grip on the She turned to the man. - Mind if I film in here? Unë nuk jap mallkim! Për çfarë dreqin po flisni? Ule në tavolinë apo jo? Le të ulet një person dhe le të qëndrojnë të gjithë të tjerët.
(I don't give a shit! What the hell are you babbling about? Sit at the table or not? One of you sits, the rest stay standing.)
Ooooh! - Sighed Vanna - He's casting spells already, right? I hope he's blessing our movie!- Don't blaspheme, girl, - Evelyn scolded with a frown. - A carnival psychic doesn't have the power to bless anything. Cut the chit- chat, homies! This bruja is telling y'all to zip it and let the boss lady sit for the deal talk. You feel me, boyz?
How do you know his language? - Evelyn asked, taken
The gangsta- girl twitched her left cheek — apparently her version of a smile — and replied cryptically:
Had some beef with the Albanian .. but we sorted it.- Wow, - Evelyn said with - I've only heard of the Albanian mafia in TV shows. I didn't think they were real. To me, that's like hearing about the Luxembourg mob or organized crime in San Marino.- Don't judge countries by their crime rate, lady!- snapped - Every nation, no matter how small, has its dark side. Alright, alright, dear, no need to get riled - Evelyn raised her hands in surrender. - Maybe we should listen to what this costumed guy wants, since we've got ourselves a translator.-
As this vital debate went on, the medium rose to his full towering height, pushed back his chair, and gestured grandly toward it.
Flora had no choice but to sit and wait while the magician took his seat. The rest of the crew gathered behind her, uncomfortably close — making it hard for her to breathe. Of course, this delighted Copy, who jumped up onto the table and dangled her legs, amused as ever.
The director closed her eyes, inhaled deeply through her nose, and exhaled slowly. Still with her eyes closed, she addressed the medium:
We're a newly formed crew gathered to shoot a film. We've come here to ask about its future. Will it succeed? Flop at the box office? Or maybe not even see the light of day? We hope you can give us answers. Could you tell us your rates and whether payment comes before or after the session?
Peyota interpreted the entire conversation in her usual style:
So basically, dude wanna know—why ya so into the future? Ain't the present good enough for you? I'm just Since when is curiosity a crime? — Flora shot back.