Broadcast: Yass! (And action, too.)
A. Fortune Telling
It takes quite a bit to make a sufficiently mystic looking stand fit for fortune telling. Start with a space in the market, a table to sit at, chairs to sit on, and then you get into the real accessories. An umbrella to keep the sun off was the least of what one needed and having some strings of beads and shells hanging off of it to create that little bit of distracting sound to catch a wandering eye. The table, of course, had a lovely dyed blue scarf over it that had been carefully tied off to the legs so nothing flew off unnecessarily. Lastly came his sign to boast the name of his little attempt at enterprise: Blue Starlight.
He had wanted to go with White Starlight, given that heat is at it's most intense with a white hue, but that didn't seem quite as catchy to him and white scarfs would stain so much easier. Thus, Mantis is well situated in a quieter corner of the market. He worries that he is making too bold a claim without anything approaching a license to sell and such, but no one seems to pay him more mind than most do when seeing his mask. You have to be a certain kind of patron to come close to man dressed like that, and he is very much counting on that curiosity to justify the prices he had set. All that he has to do is wait for someone who wants a pretty lie.
B. The Beach
More distracting than the prospect of money is the prospect of relaxation. On Earth, you had to travel quite a bit to find ocean waters quite this blue. He can see all kinds of shells in the surf and that was enough to justify buying a pail to carry around as he wades along the shoreline. His pants are rolled well and up to his knees and his boots were carefully hidden in the shade of his small camp made of his fortune telling supplies, minus the sign hidden away. Good leather anything trembles at the very sound of a wave crashing on the sand.
Now and then he stops to pluck up a new shell. Each one is carefully shaken in the water to clean it off before being put in the pail.
Now quite done with lying and seashell collecting, Mantis is in his chair under the umbrella, having set up his communications device on the table. He's quiet for a few seconds before turning his head to look at the feed.
"I'm sure most of us have had time to reel from our dreams, if they can be called that. A broadcast sent out earlier confirmed what I had been wondering about the dream I had. This planet might not be around for much longer. Mine was filled with fire and death following a period of darkness. I don't know most of the science behind it, but it might be connected to the sun I am currently hiding from. They can die out, and when they do, they sometimes explode."
He sits back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other.
"Now, I could be wrong and this planet might be on the brink of several volcanic eruptions instead, but something is going to happen. If a planet can 'sing' and aliens exist, so can prophetic visions. We can't save the planet if any of what these visions have shown will come to pass, so let's enjoy it while we're all still here."