dead hearts are everywhere

[goodforsomething]

[Stan arrives at the chapel early. It doesn't take long to re-create his ghost summoning setup from yesterday; he left all the materials stowed under one of the middle pews, where the hymnals should have been. He sets it up exactly as it was, right down to the angles of the candles. Honestly he suspects the mirror was the only really important part, but he's not about to risk technical difficulties. Not tonight.

The rest of it was all gathered up earlier: there's some coffee, to ward against people falling asleep outside the rooms, and a lot of extra notebooks and pens taken from the storage room. He didn't tell anybody what to bring, after all, or what to expect. Secrets are easier for one person to keep, even if only for a day. Some of the rest might have gotten excited, the Kingmaker might have gotten curious, and then what?

As the meeting time draws near, he tears a page from one of the notebooks, scribbles his little symbol and a message on it, and slides it in front of the mirror.]

You there?

[To the others, he turns with a grin. In a voice somewhere between a gravelly whisper and his Mr. Mystery act, he says:]

Thanks for comin'. Our friends on the other side have been waitin' for us.

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[cherryblooded]

[Time to seance. Cherryblod's done backwards reading enough to not struggle too much when he gets up to the mirror and puts his paper down.]

This is Cherryblod.
Is everyone who's died so far around as a ghost?

[Look at him, not being specific.]

[trustharder]

["I'M SORRY."

Followed by the much more blunt "HE'S NOT HERE."

And finally: "TO CHERRYBLOD AND SIGRUN: I'M SO SORRY."]

[cherryblooded]

[...yeah, that's what he thought. It takes him a second to replace his paper.]

I'll tell her.
Do you know anything about what's going on in the pit?

[trustharder]

["WHATEVER'S KILLING US, IT'S NOT OUR VICTIMS, OR AT LEAST THEY DON'T REMEMBER IT. WE'RE NOT SURE WHAT IT IS."]

[cherryblooded]

[That's his two main questions out of the way. What else?

...oh.]

I can't think of much to ask you as long as you're doing okay, so...
Don't tell Sigrun I said this.
Are any of you mad at her?

[trustharder]

["THERE'S NO WAY I COULD BE ANGRY WITH HER."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

"STAY STRONG."]

[cherryblooded]

We'll do our best. Thank you.
I'm going to let the others talk now.