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[badlucklady]

Of course not, you're far too short.

[suntones]

[ABNORMALLY TALL JERK SAYS 'WHAT?']

then why would i need hand-me-downs?

[badlucklady]

[Can you even hear him from way down there.]

To be a fabulous Nosferatu! My silks and satin will make you cry, Youko. And that's only the shoes!

[suntones]

can't i just wear whatever as long as i get some fake fangs?

[badlucklady]

Only if you want a trophy for Greatest Missed Opportunity Ever.

[suntones]

you're a pretty clear example of a vampire wearing whatever they want. shouldn't that get me points for accuracy?

[badlucklady]

I am incognito; A monster hiding among humans. And most unhappily of all, the time of men wearing pastel opulence has passed. Accuracy be damned, live deliciously. THAT is the vampire way.

[suntones]

being trapped in silks and satins isn't exactly my definition of living deliciously...

[badlucklady]

Your life as an Empress has been a difficult one, and you take no solace in its fashion? That is truly a shame. How's this: smudged kohl, black leather jacket, and an ankh around neck.

[suntones]

just picture the five layers of heavy robes and however many pounds of gold ornaments you think my hair could hold, and i think you'll have a decent idea of why i don't enjoy it.

[Her court ministers may be eternally pissed she dresses down for their audiences, but her poor neck thanks her profusely.]

that... could work. any particular reason for an ankh?

[badlucklady]

Of course, the old 'why does my concubine have a headache' mystery. If nothing else, if *I* were the one dressing you in soft finery I promise relaxation.

The ankh was a popular accessory a few decades ago. An ironic one.

[suntones]

somehow, i think i think i'd be less relaxed...

ironic because it's the key of life? or because they use it when writing 'mirror'?

[badlucklady]

Perfect for a creature who thrives on death, wouldn't you say? Mirrors are only issue when backed with silver. Do you think my hair would be this stylish if I couldn't see myself?

[suntones]

i suppose so. didn't know there was a loophole to the mirrors, though i guess that does explain how you always look put together. anything else you think i need to track down aside from the fake fangs, eye make-up, leather jacket and an ankh?

[badlucklady]

You will no doubt be fascinated by my full disclosure one day, but we have more important details to discuss than a vampire's illogical rules. Fashion first! Wear torn black denim or leggings, with ankle boots. The ankh you needn't spend a moment hunting down: I can lend you mine. It once belonged to my Mummy!

[suntones]

guess i'm not escaping the curse of the mummy's hand-me-downs after all.

once i have all this thrown together, then what?

[badlucklady]

You're too old to pester nearby residents for free candy, sadly. And seeing as you are unenthused by my previous suggestions I dare say the choice is yours. Read poetry in a graveyard? Conduct a ghostly seance? Shower your lovable local undead with gifts and worship?

[suntones]

[Seances and graveyards, huh? The concept of communing with the dead only brings the rites for the Ministry of Spring to mind along with one very missed person, and Youko would rather burn incense and offer prayers for her than turning to a party trick. Which leaves...]

what kind of gifts could my lovable local undead want?

[badlucklady]

A lock of your hair! A blood-red candy apple! My mind is spinning like a carousel in a hurricane. You can't ask me to choose!

[suntones]

a lock of my hair???

[badlucklady]

Tied with an elegant ribbon, placed ceremoniously in a velvet box, etc. etc. This was once a fashionable custom!

[suntones]

[She does know this one. It would be hard to read as many novels as she had and escape the tradition-turned-trope unscathed.]

i think that's something you should be asking ailess and masaferry for.

[badlucklady]

Aha! Another opportunity to regale you with lore!

Which I will once again defer to another time. What is it that unsettles you, my lady? Who can say what the future holds; you may march off to war one day, and I, left behind, with naught to remember you by but a broken kitchen appliance, woe is me...

[suntones]

i'd say you could have a picture with me, but since you keep deferring the lore, who knows?

you might have to settle for the slaughtered cuisinart to remember me by.

[badlucklady]

Let us satisfy each other's curiosity: you may photograph my stunning visage without any concern. My hair - I'm sure you are dismayed to learn - cannot exist without attachment. A strange little quirk of survival!