[your clown air...but she waves back, and it's easy to see she has some sort of black script right on her arm for god and everyone to see but it might be hard to see what it is right away.]

Yeah, the whole ritual sacrifice thing kind of puts a damper on things. [not a great joke, but things are grim fam. but she still manages to offer him a smile.] How are you doing? Did you figure out where you're staying yet?

[ it's fine, this is a dry humor safe zone. he'll take a peek at the writing if a good angle presents itself, but he's not going to try to look hard enough to be obvious about it.

he nods. ]

That old theater. [ motions vaguely toward the building. ] Sounds a lot cooler than it actually is. You?

[her bracelets might be in the way sometimes, but he can sort of hazard a guess and figure out that it does say "loss."]

Oh, the clown show. [DON'T CALL IT THAT?] But there's a little room to spread out, so that's not so bad. We're over at the church.

Thaaat's the one.

[ he just called it the clownatorium in another thread so she is perfectly valid ]

The church seems pretty tolerable, at least relatively speaking. Though I guess you've got... whatever's going on with the Bible??

Our cursed bible and our phantom bell that rings in the middle of the night when it shouldn't. But it's really not so bad. There're worse places we could be...the mortuary comes to mind.

Oof, yeah, that definitely seems like the bottom of barrel... Must have been especially creepy getting subconsciously drawn into that one, too. Like, "Hm, is this trying to tell me something?"

Right? Especially after yesterday...that just feels a little like an extra insult. But I'm sure the people who were drawn there can handle it! Even though it's so dark and...you know. Full of coffins.

[perhaps they should just be grateful for that alone.]