BOND

[deerlyloved]

Who: everyooone
When: Day 64, late evening
Where: the lounge

[It may be eternal night, but it's night on the clock when the lounge car is taken over by ~*~spooky things~*~!

The candles linens thrown over the table were stolen from Licorice's dorm, but the crystal ball was awkwardly bought for this purpose by someone who has absolutely no idea what he's doing and absolutely no social skills.

In other words there's a really nervous scrawny guy in a witch hat sitting in the lounge trying and failing to look like a fortune teller. He will address those who enter in a very small voice.]

Uhm... Do you want to talk to dead people?

[Or you could be doing something else who knows. Feel free to hijack the post.]

Comments

[bestbrotherever]

[Loki's looking around and scoffing at the display, but he does give the question a moment of serious thought.]

Would those currently lost to Malice be dead and thus capable of talking through your... power?

[deerlyloved]

Uh. I guess so?

[He's making it all up so anything goes, he supposes.]

[bestbrotherever]

You sound uncertain.

[deerlyloved]

I don't really know how that stuff works...

[bestbrotherever]

Ah. I suppose I could try for myself, but I am no necromancer. Nor seer.

[deerlyloved]

Me neither. It's just for sparks.

[bestbrotherever]

[Yeah Loki's gonna go back to rolling his eyes and chuckling as he turns his attention back to the decor, particularly the crystal ball.]

Then why would you risk toying with powers you do not understand...? [He says as he taps the crystal ball, both for show and to attempt to sense any magical power it might have.]

[deerlyloved]

[The crystal ball is... completely inert.]

It's a costume... 'cause it's a Licorice thing.

[bestbrotherever]

[Shaking his head, still smirking.]

It is all fake... What strange entertainments you mortals come up with.

[deerlyloved]

People are weird, but I'm not the one who decided on the bonds...