Room 216, Sunday morning

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After the radio broadcast, Cecil did as he'd promised and came back to his room and hugged Foucault a lot. And fed him; he was about the size of a really large turkey now, and his adult feathers hadn't even started coming in yet.

Then he fussed about his blood-stone circle for a while to make sure it was perfect before he commenced one of the oldest and most important rituals he knew, which basically translated to "please leave me alone".

He could do this. He hoped.


[OOC: open room and post!]

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[dressedinblood]

Anna was the most powerful ghost in the western hemisphere, so her track record was actually pretty good. "So, if anyone seems particularly eldritch at you, just let me know," she said, hoping that would be encouraging.

[voiceoverdue]

"Right." He grinned at her, a little relieved. "I'll try and remember to do that. Thank you!" He gestured at his circle. "I'm sort of hoping they'll ignore me, though. That would be best."