[She takes the note, reads it, then flicks it between her fingers.] There should be bodies. Dead people don't just... evaporate. [She looks at the lines of pews, the candles against the walls.] They came in here, into the church, for shelter. [That's what people do, isn't it? Pray to God for deliverance, for a miracle.] And then what? They got trapped here? [She looks down. Painting the floor? That seems an odd thing to do in your last days.] Maybe this was here already. [She walks around the snake.] Maybe it was part of their worship. [Or maybe it was to ward something off? Magic? Since the impossible is possible here, maybe magic is too.]
[The clattering from beneath their feet is unexpected. She stiffens, eyes on the ground, tracking the movement. Sounds like just one person, not the people who died then, but maybe someone who has answers. Maybe if they had something sharp they could lever up the flagstones, but the noise would alarm the person below. If there even was a person below and this wasn't more hallucinations.]
Get it on me? No. [She replies to Bruce. Her tone confident, but her fingers curl around the note, she thrusts it into her pocket. She's not going to be sacrificed for the safety of the others. If they want to check her hands they'll have to fight for it. Still, she rubs her fingertips together, feels no stickiness. She doesn't think she's lying.]
[They're both studying the same patch of ground, and she belatedly remembers talk of a trapdoor. She leaves them to it, walks carefully across and over the symbol, feeling for loose flagstones.]
Isn't this what they say about crazy people? They try the same thing over and over hoping it will be different. The lighthouse keeper, right? She's the one who makes the resets. [She looks up at the two of them.] Do you think she was here? Part of this? The first time. Do you think she was trapped here?
[She looks up at the doors.] If they even were trapped here... [If they're living through the villager's last moments, a sped up version of events at least, then shouldn't the doors be locked? She walks around the pews, heading for the doors and pulls on the handle once she gets there.]
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[The clattering from beneath their feet is unexpected. She stiffens, eyes on the ground, tracking the movement. Sounds like just one person, not the people who died then, but maybe someone who has answers. Maybe if they had something sharp they could lever up the flagstones, but the noise would alarm the person below. If there even was a person below and this wasn't more hallucinations.]
Get it on me? No. [She replies to Bruce. Her tone confident, but her fingers curl around the note, she thrusts it into her pocket. She's not going to be sacrificed for the safety of the others. If they want to check her hands they'll have to fight for it. Still, she rubs her fingertips together, feels no stickiness. She doesn't think she's lying.]
[They're both studying the same patch of ground, and she belatedly remembers talk of a trapdoor. She leaves them to it, walks carefully across and over the symbol, feeling for loose flagstones.]
Isn't this what they say about crazy people? They try the same thing over and over hoping it will be different. The lighthouse keeper, right? She's the one who makes the resets. [She looks up at the two of them.] Do you think she was here? Part of this? The first time. Do you think she was trapped here?
[She looks up at the doors.] If they even were trapped here... [If they're living through the villager's last moments, a sped up version of events at least, then shouldn't the doors be locked? She walks around the pews, heading for the doors and pulls on the handle once she gets there.]