( graveyard: we're cursed..........3 )

[nodo]

[ since there's more of us now, let's set up a scene...ish. we're at the beach! hooray!! it's our government mandated party game!! hopefully everyone is going to be well behaved because law won't give two shits. he's already arranging this for some reason unknown to man. indulgences? indulgences....... everyone get your sins in. taps on watch???

of course there is booze because there is always booze. law does not perceive the meth. (if there is any.)

NOW!! EVERYONE. TWO TRUTHS & ONE LIE. ]

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[sistocracy]

It's a symbol of our membership in Carmilla's court, and of our loyalty to one another as sisters.

[touchups]

[His little peanut curse brain is absolutely turning over how lovely that idea is in theory. It's like an exclusive friendship ring... Damn.]

Aw... Things like that always sound so nice. Can I see?

[The ring a little closer, he means; though he doesn't hold his hand out. He just leans in, if she's willing to hold her hand out so he can take a closer peek!]

[sistocracy]

Of course. I don't mind.

[she'll offer her hand so he can get a good look. it kind of looks like it's cracked?]

[touchups]

[HE PEERS... He perceives... It's a pretty neat ring, albeit simple for someone with Seemingly Fancy Tastes. His brow furrows a little at the apparent crack.]

Is it okay? It looks hurt.

[It's an inanimate object.]