undergrounds | The New Establishment (CLOSED)

The three girls had agreed to come separately. Or, at least, not all in the same car. Two people coming together wouldn't seem odd, but three might.

Abby arrived first and did a majority of the prep work. She brought chalk and candles and a large amount of sea salt. It was easy to bring the things over in batches, hidden in her bag so it didn't seem too odd.

There was a handmade sign on the gate out front of the little house.

COMING SOON
SEVEN SISTERS PSYCHIC
Tarot readings, palmistry, mediumship, and more!

And the first floor was done up like a typical sort of psychic shop, save the kitchen and a back room with a few cheap sleeping bags and pillows. Just a place for anyone who needed it to crash for the night. If Kenzi or Nancy wanted to work it as a "legitimate" business, they'd be more than welcome to. Abby certainly intended to.

On the second floor, however, the non-essential walls had been knocked down to open up as much space as possible. Here, the real magic would be done.

The to-do list was easy enough: a cloaking spell to hide the place from magic location, the casting of Cave Ininimicum over the front gate, and the swearing in of the three of them to some degree. She wouldn't insist on what she had in mind, but, well, she would suggest it.

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"Thanks for coming you guys."

It's strange, in a way. Smiling as they stand around. The first preparations have been done-- the small circle drawn in chalk and gone over in salt, candles of the appropriate colour placed at each of the cardinal directions as well as a symbol of each element.

Now, it's time for a more serious matter. To swear themselves to the coven, to step inside the circle, and make their vows. It's not magic, not really. This part is psychological. But Unthank always stressed to her the importance of something like this. It was a symbol, and symbols have great power in the mind.

"Bear with me. This is gonna sound crazy, but--" She takes out a pocket knife she bought from a corner store. "I'd like to do this in blood. We don't have to. Just... a suggestion. For the three of us. A strike to each palm, then join hands at the heart of the circle and make our promise to the coven."

She smiles, but it falters. "Unless that sounds totally insane. I might have seen too many movies."

"Yeesh, this place looks like something my grandma would put together."

It's all very ... quaint on the first floor. She's just glad there aren't any doilies to speak of. If there were, she would have walked right back out the front door. Or so she thinks.

It's still amazingly stereotypical in the 'nice, friendly neighborhood witch' way. If they start taking in wounded animals she's gonna have words. But, Kenzi is placated by the fact that she has her own place closer to the heart of the city to do her work in. It's security for her. That she has a way out - if you will.

"So where's the other four of us?"

That 'Seven Sisters' thing isn't legit, right?

The swearing in

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