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( SEANCE - WEEK 2, JASON )
[As promised by Craftly, a faceless man waits for Emily as soon as curfew is lifted. Up the stairs they both go, down the outdoor hallway and towards the Dark Room. Craftly stands by the door, a grim look on his face as he pulls a small glass vial from his suit's pocket. Removing the lid with one tendril, he dips another into the contents. They are distinctively red.]
My apologies for this, young miss.
[And then copious amounts of blood are slathered onto the palms of Emily's hands and her forehead. The coppery scent will invade her nostrils, but not nearly as much as when she's ushered into the Dark Room. Candles light up the usually pitch black space, and she will quickly notice that alchemical symbols have been etches into the ground with chalk. In the middle of the circle is a white basin.
A tongue rests inside of it.
Emily will be instructed to sit down in front of it, facing the wall with her back towards the door. Craftly will stick around just in case his help is needed, but strangely enough? Emily won't feel any of the usual spookiness from the Dark Room. Only eerie silence, and something of a light pressure in the atmosphere.]
Speak, Emily, and the dead will answer you.
[And now it's up to her to carry this conversation. No pressure.]
My apologies for this, young miss.
[And then copious amounts of blood are slathered onto the palms of Emily's hands and her forehead. The coppery scent will invade her nostrils, but not nearly as much as when she's ushered into the Dark Room. Candles light up the usually pitch black space, and she will quickly notice that alchemical symbols have been etches into the ground with chalk. In the middle of the circle is a white basin.
A tongue rests inside of it.
Emily will be instructed to sit down in front of it, facing the wall with her back towards the door. Craftly will stick around just in case his help is needed, but strangely enough? Emily won't feel any of the usual spookiness from the Dark Room. Only eerie silence, and something of a light pressure in the atmosphere.]
Speak, Emily, and the dead will answer you.
[And now it's up to her to carry this conversation. No pressure.]
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What if none of this helps at all?] Um. Did you talk to anyone that seemed like a bad person? Did anyone tell you their special role?
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Did you get inside any special rooms? [Tf can she ask? This is so hard for her. She isn't the Empress her mother was; she doesn't even wanna be Empress!] Did you talk to the Innkeeper alone? Like me?
What did your role do?
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Nope. I didn't get to do anything. All I did was try to look for a way to get out of this place. Not that that worked, anyway.
[There's a sigh. He's sorry for not having anything good to share, Emily.]
Besides cracking nuts? Nothing. All I got was one of those freaky looking but crackers. The kind that looks like a toy soldier.
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That's okay. [She looks down at her bloody hands and feels a little clammy all over. Will the others be mad at her if she didn't ask the right questions?] We'll find a way to go back home. Dave can open doors with a special key. Maybe it'll open the door to go home.
I'm... going to go now. I'm sorry.