Coyote Medicine, 10/13/08

[makestheworld]

Coyote stepped out into the street in front of his store, dressed in his usual buckskins and his very best coyote headdress, and lit a cigarette. It'd been a very good week-long sweat, but it was time to get back to getting money so he'd have something to bet the unicorn when they raced.

If he ever heard about all that he'd missed that prior weekend, he'd be very, very, very disappointed.

The store was all set up, shelves arranged with native paraphernalia ranging from the authentic to the stereotypical to the downright absurd, and the sweat lodge was nicely sage-y. The sign out front was as brightly lit, sparkly, and garish as any of Vegas' greatest signs, letters flashing on and off in complex chase sequences which Coyote personally found a bit hypnotic.

As a whole, the sign currently read:

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
GRAND OPENING
also hiring

[ooc: Back and ready to get this biznatch underway! Open.]

Comments

Native crap!

[makestheworld]

Headdresses! Medicine bags! Drums! Voodoo dolls! T-shirts reading "I shot the sheriff" and showing pictures of old westerns! Didgeridoos! Kool-aid! Fetishes! Ritual tobacco and pipes! Glass pipes that aren't for any sort of ritual at all but you can pretend when your parents/the cops/any other authority questions you on it! Totem poles! Miniature teepees! Tomahawks (unsharpened)!

If anyone anywhere even remotely thinks it might have to do with native culture? Odds are Coyote's got it.

Medicine man services

[makestheworld]

Who could be a better medicine man than Chief of Without Fires?

Just about anybody!

Sweat lodge

[makestheworld]

The heat is totally on.

OOC

[makestheworld]

Lalalala. Though it wasn't my original intention, Coyote Medicine is now totally based on a number of voodoo shops in the French Quarter in New Orleans.