it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Oh, really?" Isla lights up at that as she follows after Remi. "That's more impressive than studying for it if you ask me. Women have a long history of being healers, no matter the time or place." She drops the conversation as they step into the house, Isla switching immediately from casual chit-chat to getting shit done, and by the time both Remi and Ronin have donned their cameras, she's already setting up the ouija board and positioning the cameras around the dining room.
"I am always good to go," Ronin says with the charm of the show's host, apparently having flipped that switch back on for the evening. It's a mile away from his flustered blushing at Remi's apartment door, and he gestures at the black hole of a doorway leading down into the basement.
Trilling for the crew to wish them luck, he also sets his camera to record and clicks on his flashlight, stepping down into the cold, muted dark. "I let them set up down here earlier without me," he says to Remi over his shoulder. "I wanted this to be my first impression."
The steps seem to trundle down much, much longer than they ought to, but at last Ronin is squinting into the dank space. The air feels damp and stale, but he can see a couple of cameras beeping up in the corners near the beams. "It almost feels too big down here without any stuff in it," he mutters, beaming the flashlight to the far end of the basement, where a covered well that may as well be spraypainted OMINOUS sits in wait. A few buckets sit nearby, filled with clear water.
"I am always good to go," Ronin says with the charm of the show's host, apparently having flipped that switch back on for the evening. It's a mile away from his flustered blushing at Remi's apartment door, and he gestures at the black hole of a doorway leading down into the basement.
Trilling for the crew to wish them luck, he also sets his camera to record and clicks on his flashlight, stepping down into the cold, muted dark. "I let them set up down here earlier without me," he says to Remi over his shoulder. "I wanted this to be my first impression."
The steps seem to trundle down much, much longer than they ought to, but at last Ronin is squinting into the dank space. The air feels damp and stale, but he can see a couple of cameras beeping up in the corners near the beams. "It almost feels too big down here without any stuff in it," he mutters, beaming the flashlight to the far end of the basement, where a covered well that may as well be spraypainted OMINOUS sits in wait. A few buckets sit nearby, filled with clear water.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
