Sam, unaware of how he had offended Wessex, nodded along to Rexanna's point. "The more, the better. This way, if this one is taken, we can go to Wessex's, but if that one is we can come here. With...so many people to potentially go against us, it's better to be safe than sorry." Sam hugged himself and sighed, unsure nowadays of how much of the darkening cloud over his life was paranoia and how much was painfully real.
Wessex's point helped him feel justified in his actions (a quiet, but meant, "Right." was mumbled) it also solidified the idea that this panic was very much real, and he clenched his fists as he shakily took in a breath.
Everyone seemed to want to make the place look more abandoned, which he was pleased by; it had not really occured to him as a thing to do but it was a good idea indeed. Nodding along with everyone's ideas, he headed down into the basement as they worked, clearing some things and preparing the space for the next part of the task. When he came back up, he took his cube from his jacket and wedged it into the corner of the trap door.
Looking about to make sure everyone was done, he called to them: "Please, come down here and help me make a shrine." Once they had all followed he showed them the far wall of the basement, where he had spread out a wide stone as a sort of makeshift table. The rest of the wall was bare. "I want this to be a place worthy of The Voice, so we can speak to her here. Um..any ideas? I thought...maybe we could each let a little fluid drip onto the altar."
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Please present your ideas for making a shrine!
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
