"Just one or two. And the Madame herself, of course. She's often the last to arrive, so long as anyone else isn't running late." She's sometimes a little tetchy having to interact face-to-face with mortals so very often.
Even moreso now that the Host's theory that such contact in specific doses is good for them seems to be so true--it can take years for a ghost to get over petty grudges, and Leota isn't above it. It doesn't cause many disruptions, and so the Host doesn't try to fix things between them as easily as he could. In fact, the trouble can be enjoyable.
With excellent timing, as the Host quietly chuckles to himself, those last couple mortals filter in. And down the hall behind them, an eerie green glow begins crawling along the edges of the walls.
Leota arrives, in all her floating disembodied glory. She notices Rute right off, though she does nothing but give her a long look before calling the rest to attention. (Unnecessarily, all eyes are already on her.) "We shall begin."
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Even moreso now that the Host's theory that such contact in specific doses is good for them seems to be so true--it can take years for a ghost to get over petty grudges, and Leota isn't above it. It doesn't cause many disruptions, and so the Host doesn't try to fix things between them as easily as he could. In fact, the trouble can be enjoyable.
With excellent timing, as the Host quietly chuckles to himself, those last couple mortals filter in. And down the hall behind them, an eerie green glow begins crawling along the edges of the walls.
"Now," the Host tells Rute sotto voce as her fellow mortals start shifting around, some standing, some merely scooting their chairs, "is the circle of the sΓ©ance circle. There's no need to hold hands, but do try to keep the shape intact."
Leota arrives, in all her floating disembodied glory. She notices Rute right off, though she does nothing but give her a long look before calling the rest to attention. (Unnecessarily, all eyes are already on her.) "We shall begin."