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Jun. 28th, 2011
A Mid Summer Night's Burn
Jun. 28th, 2011 10:26 pmFile it!
Late start Friday night. Magpie rolled up to my folks’ gates around 11:30. He was fresh from the Silver Scream Spook Show, sitting in the car glugging from a bottle of Bean and sipping creeper hits off his peace-pipe. I hopped in quick and we roared out of the complex towards the old Lenny’s. There was an art show involving fire and painted bodies going down, but by the time we arrived the Law had just left taking most of the party with it. Looked like a swell time prior to the crackdown though. We stuck around for an hour or so, took in the exhibited works and caught up on the Magpie’s recent absence.
He had been out of town for the last few days. Port of Call: Louisiana, there to officiate at an occult ceremony. A marriage between his old friend , and a fellow initiate along the path of Chaos, and the City of New Orleans. Psychogeography and Voodoo Goddesses abound. Don’t even ask me how one goes about consummating such a communion. Yet under the anecdotes and alcohol, you could tell that something of the land had followed the Magpie’s flight back to Terminus. You could feel it radiating off him with a charged air of wild possibility, luck magick and sour karma. At his heels the shadow of Guédé spread and in the seemingly random turn of his manic pacing a trail of past selves etched a rough sigil across time before catching back up to him in a jolt of inspiration. Only I could see it of course. I’ve been bitten by the invisible things that lurk NOLA way and know well the curse of their wound.
Behind us the emptying gallery, the train wailed its yearning and swept up the silence that had befallen us.
Midnight arrived and it was then that the Aerialist spoke up.
There was a party she knew off. Not too far a drive from Lenny’s.
What kind of party?
A Faerie Party!
Magpie consulted the directions off the phone and recognized the address instantly.
He shrugs the decision my way.
I nod it back affirmative.
“Let’s go,” he snorted and we ambled to his ride trading shots off the dwindling Bean.
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Late start Friday night. Magpie rolled up to my folks’ gates around 11:30. He was fresh from the Silver Scream Spook Show, sitting in the car glugging from a bottle of Bean and sipping creeper hits off his peace-pipe. I hopped in quick and we roared out of the complex towards the old Lenny’s. There was an art show involving fire and painted bodies going down, but by the time we arrived the Law had just left taking most of the party with it. Looked like a swell time prior to the crackdown though. We stuck around for an hour or so, took in the exhibited works and caught up on the Magpie’s recent absence.
He had been out of town for the last few days. Port of Call: Louisiana, there to officiate at an occult ceremony. A marriage between his old friend , and a fellow initiate along the path of Chaos, and the City of New Orleans. Psychogeography and Voodoo Goddesses abound. Don’t even ask me how one goes about consummating such a communion. Yet under the anecdotes and alcohol, you could tell that something of the land had followed the Magpie’s flight back to Terminus. You could feel it radiating off him with a charged air of wild possibility, luck magick and sour karma. At his heels the shadow of Guédé spread and in the seemingly random turn of his manic pacing a trail of past selves etched a rough sigil across time before catching back up to him in a jolt of inspiration. Only I could see it of course. I’ve been bitten by the invisible things that lurk NOLA way and know well the curse of their wound.
Behind us the emptying gallery, the train wailed its yearning and swept up the silence that had befallen us.
Midnight arrived and it was then that the Aerialist spoke up.
There was a party she knew off. Not too far a drive from Lenny’s.
What kind of party?
A Faerie Party!
Magpie consulted the directions off the phone and recognized the address instantly.
He shrugs the decision my way.
I nod it back affirmative.
“Let’s go,” he snorted and we ambled to his ride trading shots off the dwindling Bean.