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[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!

[suntones]

meaning you can't get a lock of hair from ailess or masaferry?

[badlucklady]

Precisely. Imagine a witch's brew with eye of vampire! Our existence is in twilight; we are mere shadows. My blood is too potent - that is the exception. More or less.

Not that I need a memorial of those two. We will die together.

[suntones]

hopefully, not even that...

[Even theoretically burying another friend isn't a topic she wants to linger on.]

i can definitely make some candy apples. i'll... consider the lock of hair.

[badlucklady]

[Good news! She has years ahead of her full of Warren's nonsense to enjoy. :) ]

The redder the better! Both your hair and the apples. Shall we discuss another vital question?

[suntones]

[Despite the additional stress (and destroyed property) that comes along with him, that's a good thing.]

sure. did you have something in mind?

[badlucklady]

Your costume: vampire. My costume: Empress???

[suntones]

... i don't have anything to lend you for that.

[badlucklady]

What was that about gold hair pins, hhm?

[suntones]

those are not currently in my possession.

[They're a little bit back in the keeping of the Ministry of Heaven in Kei.]

i can sort of tell you what you'd need, but i don't have any of it on me.

[badlucklady]

You didn't apply the five-finger discount?? I have so much to teach you.

[suntones]

can't very well steal what i ostensibly own, can i?

[badlucklady]

Are they not property of the crown? If you were to sell a single one for personal gain I can imagine your handlers would have words.

[suntones]

some, but there are a few that are mine outright. gifts from dignitaries, things like that. though, i imagine if i did decide to try hocking any of them, i'd come up against the same brand of opposition i got when i suggested selling some of the unused pieces in the armory or floated repurposing a few of the dozens of uninhabited buildings set aside for my residence...

[Nothing the ministers look more shocked about than her audacious attempts to do non-linear things for the betterment of the kingdom.]

[badlucklady]

You suffer by using legitimate means. Would you like me to persuade them via my masculine wiles? Or vampiric ones? Both are effective!

And set aside a residence for me while you're at it, hm? We must have privacy for our scandalous book club.