The Haunting at Kravis School of Fine Arts

Ricky shakes himself out of his trance when he hears his name. He scowls. "I don't cast 'spells', I speak with the deceased. And there's something strange about this corner. It seems darker than it should be. And I thought I saw something move, like a shadow passing over the shadow. I think we need more light here. I'm going to try switching a bulb." Ricky drags a chair under a working light. Then he rummages in the camera bag and pulls out a dust cloth used to keep the camera lenses clean and uses it to unscrew one of the hot lit bulbs. He moves the chair under the burnt out light and screws in the working light. It lights for a brief moment before blowing out. He turns to look at the others with an arched eyebrow. "Well that should make for some interesting footage," he says smugly.

Leigh keeps the camera trained on Ricky but her eyes move back to the prof right now as he's leaning against the wall. "I thought you didn't believe all this shit that Ricky and Mike are trying to sell," she says. She shakes her head. "I'm disappointed, professor."

Joe had been setting himself up for the presentation of the now "bloody" sigils on the floor when the focus seems to have shifted to the darkened corner. Seizing the moment, Joe practically trotted across the room and spun to sit down in the chair wedged into the eerie corner with a maniacal gleam in his eye. With a fair bit of grace and panache, he was...is...a star of stage and screen after all, he crossed his legs and settled back into the mouldy chair like some kind of effete Vincent Price. Eager to steal the spotlight, even in a darkened corner, he started a monologue punctuated with his usual animated hand movements, Here we have quite the scene, hm, Dear Viewers? A macabre scene of deviltry, college Secret Societies, murder and...lurid janitorial mannequin sex fetishes. Quite the tangled web of mysteries to tackle for Spectre Sleuths.

"Please, Leigh, it is called sarcasm." Narcissus sends her a self-satisfied smirk, then looks over at Joe and Ricky doing their thing. "And this is called faulty electrics in a decrepit building and two people trying to spin them into a ghost. Apparently there is now also a murder?" He raises his brow at Joe, although it is highly unlikely that his gesture is seen at all. "And wow, Glickmann, here I thought you were the only one professional enough to respect my wishes for no janitor discussion."

Before turning her focus to Joe's speech, Leigh just replies to Narcissus, "I assumed you were too old to know about sarcasm."

Justin huffed and threw his hands up in the air, "Yeah, yeah, dark corners, janitor sex, fantastic. Can we get back to the bloody devil artifacts? Cool, thank you."

* TELL ME YOU GOT THAT ON CAMERA! *
As Glickmann sits in the chair with its back in the corner, you can’t help but move your eyes from his face up into the black just sitting above and behind him. It feels like there’s something there, vying for your attention, drawing your eye. A black which looms blacker than the rest… Or is there?

* Everyone, the Star of our show has just drawn your attention to the bloody marks on the floor. Alright? Three, two, one and go… *

Leigh frames Joe perfectly in her camera. She doesn't much care about this, but he paid her to make him look good, so she'll at least try to earn that.

"Har. Har." Professor glowers at Leigh, then moves to pick up his equipment, passing by the board of students just so he doesn't get into frame. All this talk about the college has him itching for a smoke, but for now the nicotine gum will have to suffice. At least it's going to be over soon, or so he hopes - what else are they going to film beside Alice's room and the ill-fated basement, or wherever the "ritual" happened? More flickering lightbulbs?

Ricky hides his disappointment quickly when the Professor mentions the more likely explanation of faulty wiring. He channels Hooligander to chide the man. "He who always leaps to the simplest explanation misses the complexity of the universe."

Let's see what our co-host has found, hm? Joe gets up from the chair, the aged piece of furniture complaining almost as much as Joe's equally aged body as he did so. Glickmann reluctantly surrendered the camera to "J-Money" and his newly "found" clue. He had to admit, the blood was pretty convincing...props to Von Sham. Oooh, blood of the guilty seeping in from the Other Side... he gave it a bit of theatrical flair. Alice? Alice? Are you trying to tell us something? Joe brought the back of his hand to his forehead and feigned a 'thousand yard stare' as if trying to look beyond this world and into the next.

* You’ve got the floor J-Money… literally. Big, canned reactions, people. I want some flare! Shake that camera around a little, alright? Alright! *

"You buy me a camera if you want me to shake it," Leigh grumbles into her headset. "I'm not shaking this one."

She walks over to one of the stationary cameras that's pointed at the scene. Lowering her handheld one, she puts a foot on the one set up there and uses that to give it a dramatic shake at the appropriate moments.

Justin leans into his steps as he crosses to the sigils on the floor; fully intent on making the wood squeal dramatically.

He hunches down, looking thoughtfully at the bloody floor.

His gaze turns towards the camera, making sure he is handsomely in-shot. He nods to Kimberly, double-checking that she’s getting his good side.

Then he starts to huff loudly:

"For folks at home… it’s hard… it’s hard to describe the smell." he gestures to the camera, addressing the audience directly.

He wafts the air in front of him, and sticks out his tongue, probing the air:

"It’s heavy… It coats the tongue and throat. You can smell it. And… and taste it. Like old pennies. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you folks? You stick your hand in your pocket to fish out a few quarters and it’s all over your hands. It’s strong."

He looks to the camera again, lingering a moment to capture the attention:

"And…" he has a sudden idea. He dips two fingers into the blood, tracing the sigil in the floor as he does so.

Then the fingers go to his mouth, and he places the blood on his tongue. He tastes it, with the appropriate dramatic flair.

"It’s fresh." a conspiratorial look to the camera. "And I’m getting… what… what is that…" he sniffs the blood from his finger then.

"Sulfur. Someone, come quick. I’m smelling sulfur. You don’t think it’s… demonic, by chance?"

He holds a finger up to the camera, before dabbing it back into the blood for a fresh splotch.

He holds the finger expectantly for his co-stars to corroborate the story.

"Yo, J-Moroney," Leigh calls out from behind her camera. "If its sulfur, and it's supposed to sound demonic, you call it Brimstone."

"Justin, did I tell you that this blood is edible? You are lucky that I used different pigments this time, but I can't reiterate it enough, don't eat chemicals before asking if it's safe." He gives their host a look. "Also, sulfur doesn't smell like coins, it smells like rotten eggs. The coin smell is actually your own skin getting into a chemical reaction with the metal."

"Suddenly everyone is a bloody blood expert," Ricky mutters, amused with himself to work in the bloody pun. "Best not to ingest blood, that's how you get diseases. Ghost cooties, maybe."

Justin pulls the shoulder of his shirt up, and rubs his tongue into it!

"So… coins smell like my hands? Not the other way around?" Justin asks, as he wipes the remaining blood from his tongue. He spits a white foamy splotch into the fake red blood.

"Oh, well… why don’t you get in front of the camera then, Leigh? And tell the folks at home how much you know about Brimstone!" he says, sticking his tongue out at the camera woman.

He holds his hands out then:

"Hey! That’s a good idea! The audience loves to peek behind the curtain. A camera man… or woman freaking out is always a good shot!

Give it here!" he says, beckoning for the camera!

* Oh, yes! The Blair Witch Project killed at the Box Office! Maybe our esteemed camerawoman could turn on the water works in Alice’s dorm?

The Sisterhood, and all that jazz! How does the only woman on the scene feel about all this! They’ll eat it up! *

When Justin suggests for Leigh to come out from behind the camera, she does not seem impressed by the idea. "I'm staying behind the camera for a reason, you know?" she protests, but when Mike also begins speaking in support of the idea, she sighs. "We'll see. I can probably say a word or two about her. Prof here maybe too. But I'm not going to fucking break into tears or whatever, understood?"