Two Truths and a Lie

[thechoiceisyours]

• Make a toplevel for your character
• ICly post two truths and a lie! Or four truths and two lies, or multiple sets of two truths and a lie, or whatever you want. Just make sure to make it clear how many lies there are for others to guess.
• Other characters reply and try to guess the lie
• Learn things/Discuss/Respond to other characters
• Make sure to put in a content warning if any of the truths/lies would warrant one
• Have fun!

Comments

[tongueamok]

[Insert a look of pure incredulousness here.]

One does not choose their birth. They do choose to become vampires, and those who have it thrust upon them unwillingly are avoiding a demise they were denied upon their turning.

[Needless to say, Carlisle isn't exactly a big hit at parties.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Okay this is getting a little... Ideological? And the Visitor couldn't give two shits so it's clearly not a big deal. Maybe time to deescalate.]

Alright, well, I'll just have to take your word for it I guess. Like I said, I don't know about any vampires where I'm from- Wait, did you ever figure out which one was the lie?

[tongueamok]

Of course I—

[Oh, no wait. He totally didn't.]

Er. I'm hoping it's the second one, as the third one makes you sound like a lunatic.

[He really should make a mental note not to get into arguments over the personhood of vampires with a potential organ-collecting maniac.]

[aroundthecoroner]

Yeah, third one's true. I'm not a doctor.

[Organ-collecting maniac it is, sorry Carlisle.]

[tongueamok]

[.......................................................................]

I'd also consider you a master in unsettling statements.

[aroundthecoroner]

[???Whatever do you mean???]

Um. Thanks?

[Surely that was a compliment.]

[tongueamok]

[It wasn't, but Carlisle's expression absolutely says yeah, let's pretend it was.]

If you aren't a doctor and you deal so often with corpses, are you some kind of mortician? Or a gravedigger?

[Because if he's not, the Carlisle d o e s n o t want to know.]

[aroundthecoroner]

Oh, neither. Used to be a mortician, though. Now I'm an autopsy technician.

[You probably don't want to know too much about that either, Carlisle.]

[tongueamok]

[Have a look of pure, albeit polite, disgust. Yeah, he probably didn't want to know, but he was the one who made the mistake of asking.]

And how does that differ from a mortician, exactly?

[AND YET HE KEEPS ASKING QUESTIONS.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[The disgust doesn't bother him at all. He's very used to it.]

We don't prepare bodies for burial. We dissect them to figure out how they died. Take samples to send off to labs, collect any evidence of a crime, catalogue everything in case something's off- that kinda thing.

[You asked, buddy.]

[tongueamok]

Ah.

[Continued disgust.]

The morticians and embalmers in my world do that, if necessary. It's best to get a scryer, though.

[aroundthecoroner]

A scryer.

[Uh-huh.]

Like a fortune-teller? We don't- that doesn't work where I'm from.

[It does, but don't tell him that.]

[tongueamok]

Not a fortune-teller, no. [He says that in a tone like such a suggestion would be absolutely ludicrous.] Someone who can use their abilities to see just how the deceased, er... died.

[aroundthecoroner]

I'd say that sounds convenient, but I'd be out of a job.

[And there are only so many jobs that meet his criteria, okay?]

[tongueamok]

I suppose it's good such a thing doesn't work where you come from, as I'd hate to put you out of a job.

[aroundthecoroner]

That's very kind of you.

[tongueamok]

I have my charitable moments.

[For most, they are few and far between.]