it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Oh, I don't know - we made your last fall seem like something had grabbed you, so maybe don't be too careful," Ronin calls after Remi with a grin, leaving him to go and lose himself in the belly of the house. The crew have mostly set themselves up in the entranceway, mobile monitors propped on a portable table, wires and cables slithering out through a window to the electricity supply (of which, as Remi is just noticing, there is none within the property).
There are a few cameras he'll notice too, as he makes his first pass through the house, blinking innocuously from the upper corners of the rooms, and Isla is already sitting herself down to watch Remi ghost through the space. In the meantime, Ronin has delivered his monologue (or two or three, against various backdrops and telling several tragic tales) and has been rigged with a Go-Pro on a chest strap, leaving him feeling more as if he's going mountain biking than ghost hunting.
It's only once he's all set up and no one is much looking at him that he goes to explore on his own, creeping away and down the corridor. Isla notices the flickery static from the dining room, but nobody else does. But then again, she's been actively tracking Remi on the monitors as he investigates.
Ronin follows at a much breezier pace, of course, hands tucked in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, and as he peeps into the kitchen to see the medium lingering at the threshold of another space, he raises an eyebrow. "Do you feel anything?" he asks for the benefit of the cameras, though his lips mouth a more informal you good? as he steps up to join him.
"Ah. The table laid for five, right?" he echoes, tilting his head at the chair partially scuffed out. "I think that goes down to the basement, too." Ronin nods at the door directly behind said chair, currently shut tight.
There are a few cameras he'll notice too, as he makes his first pass through the house, blinking innocuously from the upper corners of the rooms, and Isla is already sitting herself down to watch Remi ghost through the space. In the meantime, Ronin has delivered his monologue (or two or three, against various backdrops and telling several tragic tales) and has been rigged with a Go-Pro on a chest strap, leaving him feeling more as if he's going mountain biking than ghost hunting.
It's only once he's all set up and no one is much looking at him that he goes to explore on his own, creeping away and down the corridor. Isla notices the flickery static from the dining room, but nobody else does. But then again, she's been actively tracking Remi on the monitors as he investigates.
Ronin follows at a much breezier pace, of course, hands tucked in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, and as he peeps into the kitchen to see the medium lingering at the threshold of another space, he raises an eyebrow. "Do you feel anything?" he asks for the benefit of the cameras, though his lips mouth a more informal you good? as he steps up to join him.
"Ah. The table laid for five, right?" he echoes, tilting his head at the chair partially scuffed out. "I think that goes down to the basement, too." Ronin nods at the door directly behind said chair, currently shut tight.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
