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[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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Sounds like a good plan for everybody but the first guy.

I'll do it. My idea, my problem.

...If you insist.

[He's not going to argue too hard here.]

[Good.]

I mean, I'm gonna haunt the hell outta all of you! But I was gonna do that anyway!

We appreciate your noble sacrifice.

[At least they sorta know how to set this up now so he can properly haunt.]

That's all I ask!

[Literally all he has ever asked.

Well, never mind it.]

...All the same, try not to explode if you can help it. I prefer you in one piece.

I'll try to hold myself together!

Funeral preferences if we can't bury you?

Ah, I told Sigrun all about that already! Stick me on a boat and light it on fire!

Understood.

[...how do you stick blood on a boat though, if it happens the same way as Taichi...]

...or just light the boat on fire.

[That is a good point.]

Can do. Don't worry about a thing.

[Other than the possibility of exploding in itself.]

Great, glad ya got my back. That'd be a way cooler funeral than whatever they'll do for Ford!

Sibling rivalry is one thing, but doing it with your funerals is a bit much...

Aw c'mon, it's the one legal thing I can beat him at!

[Hell, that may not even be true anymore. Some real shit went down on the other side of that portal.]

Don't you have anything less morbid to compete over?

[Stan snorts.]

My brother's a genius with like a million goddamn PhDs. Trust me, there's no competition.

What about sports?

[He's a nerd.]

Eh...y'know, I think that time in the portal made him a lot more fit, if nothin' else. Throws one hell of a punch!

But yeah, maybe on a good day. Depends how my back's doin'. [Stan you fist-fought a pterodactyl shut up]

Didn't you fight a pterodactyl...?

[Come on, Stan.]

...yeah, I guess you got a point there.

Was that a good day?

...heh. Y'know, it was. Got in a fight with a dinosaur and Mabel - it was kinda my fault her pig got snatched in the first place. She was mad.

But we worked it all out. Ended up havin' fun together. [He smiles, a bit ruefully.] I don't have a real great track record, makin' up with family after I've pissed 'em off. So that was nice.

[He meant for Stan's back, but, okay.]

Being able to make up is more important than having no arguments in the first place. Trust me, I know.

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