2020-03-17 - Shattered fucking souls.

Anne didn't get a paper shamrock so she has no idea what the meta is bitching about. Either way, she's here, having arrived with Enzo. She is bundled up from the cold and has a satchel thrown over one shoulder, some minor supplies in there. "I was told I should bring a hatchet," she says to him as she comes up onto the chainlink fence, frowning at the gap in it. "I didn't bring one though. I don't know if hatchets work on saws."

Alexander is here, at least twenty minutes early, with a battered backpack filled with basic survival/exploration gear built on the template that Isabella, Anne, August, Yule, and others have been developing. He looks mostly like a hobo, to be honest, traveling with his pack to look for a place to sleep. His oversized army jacket covers old, ragged sweater and jeans about to fall apart, with heavy, stompy boots. That and his underslept, twitchy expression are not the things that inspire confidence in anyone. But he's here, damn it, and when he sees Anne and Enzo, he steps out from under the shadows of a tree and heads in their direction. "I brought a small one. Hatchets are always useful."

It's private property maybe, but it's ADDINGTON property. At least that's the assumption Holly's operating under, showing no signs of stealthiness. "Drat, I didn't get a memo about hatchets," she proclaims, fetching up next to Enzo. "Ooh, I can definitely fit through that one." A gloved hand is waved at one of the gaps in the fence.

In all of this, Enzo absolutely sent Alexander a quick text that said 'yes all of my family members who were planning on coming got the card too" lest Alexander think he forgot about this. He did not! He doesn't really bring anything useful except a flashlight. When they get there, he parks his car and walks up with Anne and everyone else to the fence. He looks at the door shapes in the chain link fence, glances around and goes, "Lets see what happens." And without messing around because he really doesn't want to mess around here longer than necessary, he reaches for an invisible doorknob.

Katy arrives alone, because she isn’t in the inner circle of Addingtons in town, and because Katy does whatever Katy wants. She’s dressed warmly, in a heavy jacket, and jeans, all in black. It’s not like anyone tells her anything, despite having expressed wanting to do this. No one mentions preparations to her or anything so she only has herself and what she is able to do. She joins everyone else and remains quiet.

Kyle had mentioned doing this a while ago, his survival kit was packed and in the truck, rifle at the ready, pistol and a hunting knife. He pulled up to join the others with a thermo of coffee and a look on his face that said he did not have enough so far today. He looked at those present and decided to skip saying much, for now.

Atli would have brought a hatchet and a bag of survival equipment if it would not have been an entire waste of sensible money. She had conveniently skipped any badges in Girl Scouts that would have required either. She had her own opinions about 'The Baxter' that was present, but at least he was a shiny person. She looks more ready for a winter bonfire than investigating the saw mill. She waves cheerfully to each person, a to go coffee mug in hand. "Hello!"

"Well, hopefully I didn't make a mistake not bringing mine," Anne says of hatchets with a waning smile flashed to Alexander. She doesn't look exactly her chipper self - it's a safe bet to assume coming out here was an argument. She might be here, but that didn't necessarily mean she won. But she has a welcoming wave to the others that come. "Sorry about dinner the other night, Katy. But Patrick's nose is healing right along, at least," she offers, the smile faint and brief, before she turns to the fence and sucks in a breath, steadying the blow back out. "Here goes nothing," she reaches for the gap in the fence, blinking at just how easy it is. "Well. That's something. Let's do this," she squares her shoulders and waltzes on in.

Enzo feels the door swing open and makes a 'hm' face. Then he looks over to the various Addingtons and Alexander. He's unable to really respond to anyone's discontent when it's not verbalized to him, so he largely doesn't notice if anyone is unhappy tonight. With a wave of his arm, he steps through the chainlink fence into whatever they're about to find on the other side. He glances back in particular at Holly, making certain his younger sister really can squeeze through here.

She hears Anne’s apology and says, “Good for him.” She is still unhappy with that dinner but is not up for discussing it. Katy steps in without even thinking about it. She is no longer open to listening to warnings or playing nice with the family or strangers or whatever.

Alexander ducks his head guiltily when Katy approaches, and the expression only deepens when Anne mentions Patrick's healing nose. He clears his throat, and blurts, "I don't usually." A pause. "Punch people. At dinner, I mean. I don't." And then he just shuts up, clears his throat, and steps through the portal. Deep breath. "This will be fine," he mutters to himself. "This will be fine."

"Oh, it's that kind of party," Holly notes as the doors are opened, and yes, Enzo, she can squeeze through a door-sized opening. And she does.

Kyle shifts the pack on his shoulder and safely stows the rifle for now. Coffee, much more important in that moment. He opens his thermos and takes a long swig. "Way to chipper of a bunch here." He shrugs as the proceed forward. Listening to the conversation he just shakes his head. "Damn, and I missed it."

When reality rips open in holes and people lead you through them, it is only polite to follow. She takes note of several factors including that her greeting is entirely ignored, The other being that this was a violent individual with a habit of face punching. MARVELOUS. "Thank you!" She calls loudly ahead of her, a little louder than usual considering the possibility everyone present was suddenly deaf.

"Communication isn't this family's strong suit unless it's decided you should hear something or if they happen to want to tell you, and no one thought to give me a memo on preparation, despite being one of the first to want to be a part of this trip," Katy comments to Kyle in response to missing something.

When everything settles and comes into focus for Katy, she is immediately met with the dusty mist and the generally creepy feeling of the Veil. This being her first trip, she isn't sure what to expect but she is obviously on high alert.

Enzo steps through the other side and steps immediately out of everyone's way, holding onto his kneecaps to get through the wave of not-great that hits him from the trip over. He watches as everyone gets through, counting them until the last person arrives and then he straightens up. He looks around the area, having to squint several times at the overall weirdness as stuff starts to fit together and then finally the emptiness of the sawmill. "I mean, there was no memo about preparation?" He counters to Katy's complaints and then shrugs his shoulders. "Anyway, I'm going to go inside and see if I can trigger some more of Thomas' memories, if anyone wants to come with me?" And off he goes.

Alexander places one hand over his mouth as he staggers on the other side, his eyes closing for a moment until some deep breaths help regain his composure. "Could be worse," he says, looking around. He stares at the mill, then at the Addingtons, focusing in on Atli. "You're welcome," he says, like he's reading a cue card. His eyes shift to Katy. "Does someone have to tell you to put on clothes in the morning, too? Do you have a maid? I didn't see a maid, but maybe maids go into a storage room when not being used?"

Then Enzo's walking off, and he curses under his breath. "Staying together is likely to lead to less horrible mutilation and murder," he says, and moves to catch up.

"Enzo do you like breathing? Yes people want to go with you. This is not a waterpark though so lets stick together and organized... maybe? You had it together enough to wait for everyone to get in. Discuss your thoughts going forward before you move." Oh good the coffee was kicking in, Kyle suddenly recalled he has led squads before.

"No, Alexander, but after being told my entire life that the Veil is dangerous and all that, it would have been nice to be briefed on what to expect instead of just being constantly told no, it's bad, don't go, just don't do it, don't use your gifts," Katy snaps when Alexander addresses her, and it feels like perhaps, she is mostly annoyed that everyone around her seems more in the loop than she is.

As they're part-way to the mill itself, Enzo will slow down and stop. He gives Alexander and elbow. "Where is Anne?"

Holly stops to rub her eyes and let things sort themselves out, and then follows Enzo and Alexander. Someone has to keep an eye on one or maybe even both of them, though she's doing such a good job of it that she nearly plows into her brother when he stops. Unphased, "Where is Anne?"

Well despite the smashing of reality giving her the twinge of a headache, everything was exactly as it should be. The creepy abandoned mill was creepy and abandoned. That checks out. The mist was straight out of 'Sleepy Hallow', also very on brand. The reassurance that this made sense did in fact help Atli in her head sort things right. She agrees with Vincenzo that they should waste no time...but. "Firstly, yes where is Anne? Secondly, the mist is ominous." Alexander's acknowledgement garners a smile.

Alexander stops just short of walking into that elbow, skidding to a halt with a grumpy glare at Enzo. "No touching. Elbows count." He looks around at the question, though, going a couple of shades paler. "Goddamnit. She better be back on the other side. Maybe that's why she didn't get a card." His please don't be alone in a Dream can be read all over his face as he looks around, and Katy's words get only a slight increase of his already massive frown. "Look. None of know what the hell we're doing over here. We're making it up as we go along and hoping we don't get torn to tiny pieces. So use your brains, observe, and act on your own initiative."

Says the guy who has completely missed that the fog is not fog at all.

"Ah we are oraginzed and stick together great. come on Katy lets catch up. One person missing, no idea if the other two get through the mist okay." Kyle follows after them.

Enzo frowns and he sweeps a look over the group, then he turns an eyeball onto Alexander and says, "Oh, sorry. Anyway, she's the only one in the group who wasn't a Baxter or an Addington. Maybe she popped out somewhere else, I hope she can make a door and just go back home." He doesn't sound exactly thrilled or happy about it, but there also aren't clues to where Anne went, so. He keeps close proximity to Holly, doesn't notice anything at all about the mist because he's oblivious and starts to walk on again to the most immediate entrance.

Katy keeps a visual on Kyle and Enzo, observing the man who seems to control the entry and exit, and the man who seems to give a shit that she's there. She notices the absence of Anne, but doesn't comment, because she has nothing to contribute and doesn't really feel like saying anything. When she hears Kyle speak, she just follows him.

"Some of us did, then we got such pretty invitations and decided what the hell lets come in for a visit." Kyle replied back once more doing a head count and trying to keep track of the fog. His eyes go to Katy who followed when he asked, worth giving it another shot. "Think you can keep an eye on that stuff Katy?"

"The Exorcist." Alexander supplies the...name? Title? With surprise. "Hello." When she points at him and the mill, he grimaces. "I'm really hoping that's not on the agenda tonight." His frown returns, though, as he says, "Anne's not a spare." A glance at the collected Addingtons. "The Exorcist works at the City Hall on this side." A look back at her. "We were hoping to find some answers that don't involve chucking me in a saw."

"No, we're not going to feed Alexander into the sawmill," Enzo says to the woman in the skirt-suit when she pokes her cigarette out toward him. He glances at the pearls around the slashed throat and unconsciously runs his hand across his own throat. "Yeah, we're looking for some clarifications. There was a shift in the Veil around the time my grandfather wandered off...? Also we've been dreaming about the mill. And someone gave me a card saying we might get lucky here." A glance to the others, any other questions?

"That's not mist." Holly says this WELL after it's obvious that it's not mist.

Focusing on what Kyle has to say, Katy is mostly observing. She is no longer speaking (probably because everyone has excuses anything helpful to tell her except for Kyle). She is listening to the conversation and everyone else who seems to know more, and her attention is drawn towards the female child like voice. She looks around to figure out which direction that voice is coming from.

"I'm calling it fog, because the other things I could try to determine it to be sound ludicrous. We should maybe stay ahead of it regardless." This is offered before the appearance of the older women. The epidemic of rudeness that had infected Gray Harbor lately seemed to have spread to the veil. "We will not be harming Mr. Clayton this evening Misses...?" Atli waits for a response on the name considered the woman had so passively suggested murder. Then she hears the child. "Yes well forward it is!" She does her best to ignore the probable Ghost child.

At the sound of the child's voice, Alexander reaches to the small of his back, under his jacket and sweater, and draws a long, antler-handled knife. At least he doesn't immediately try to seek out the kid to stab her, but his expression sets. "I wouldn't go into the mist. Or...whatever it is. No matter what calls to you."

"Not mist, not a fog, lets focus on conversing with. What did you call her Alexander, the Exorcist?" Kyle looked back to make sure Katy who clearly seemed annoyed was not about to go be helpful to the stuff. His eyes then go to the Exorcist. "You seem to know us but I will introduce myself anyway. Kyle Addington."

Enzo's face pales considerably when the disembodied feet come skipping through. He clears his throat and pointedly looks away and back over to the Exorcist from City Hall, nodding acknowledgment of Alexander's explanation, a beat too late. Rude. He's squinting at the fog that Holly has helpfully explained is Not Fog. He still isn't getting it. WHAT IS IT. Anyway, he slowly turns that look back along to the Exorcist partially through her explanation and puts on a pleasant, polite and totally fake smile. "Yes, that would be really helpfu-" he blanches again when the murdering-suiciding ghost in the mist goes down. "Really helpful, thanks."

There's a nod to Kyle. "She helped us with the Gohl situation." A faint smile at him - and then that figure manifests in the mist, and he instantly goes into a defensive posture. "Son of a bitch," he mutters to himself, practically vibrating with tension. He lets other people focus on conversing, while he watches the mist with a paranoid, twitchy anxiety.

When Katy hears this, it catches her attention. This is the information she is standing there, listening. She's not trying not to do anything stupid, because she really has no clue what's going on. Then she watches Alexander stab something in the mist, mildly confused. Holly mentions the mist not being mist and it only validates Katy's decision to stay put near the largest amount of people.

Holly jabs a puffy-coat-shielded elbow into her brother's side when the smoke comes out of the nice lady's throat-slit, keeping her countenance otherwise until the shadow-play takes place. At that point she puts one hand to her mouth, eyes wide.

Hearing Alexander talk and then Alexander... talk was a little unnerving. "Okay Alexander the Living wave your hand before you talk, this way I know which voice to ignore." Kyle at least tried to grin and looks to Atli. "Sorry sunshine you will just have to rely on us for proper manners. If something jumps out from anything you've read however please share with the class." Kyle looks toward Katy with a "how you doing?" look.

And it dawns on Katy what the Exorcist says, and she recalls the dream she had near Valentine's Day. There's an obvious look of realisation on her face. "Hey, Kyle, you had that dream too right? Sawmill, dead body being ground up, smell of death, and all of that?"

Alexander gives Kyle a look. But he does wave his non-knife hand before saying, "They're all descended from Baxters. The ghosts. The bones. Sacrificed by Margaret so that they don't 'take the light with them'?" He doesn't seem bothered by the bone dust, or breathing it in...but the 'he can help' causes a guilty twitch, and his shoulders hunch under the cries for freedom. "How do we let them go?"

This is sounding more like some refreshments needed to be served for a bizarre children's story time rather than an ax being necessary. Kyle had also tried for a name, no dice. Atli was doing her best to ignore what was happening about her, but it was difficult. "If you are in charge and have some important information, could you clarify perhaps. What do you mean by 'They did bone dust'?" Kyle's remark gets a wink, she was happy he had manners, but she also did not want to delay the strangely nightmarish women's thoughts more than need be. A bit slower Atli adds "Is that what sought revenge on Thomas then?"

"Bone-dust," Enzo repeats dully, shoulders hunching together as the ghosts get more ridiculous with their demands and talking and complaining. He puts his hand to his mouth, like he'd really like to stop BREATHING in bone-dust. Then he sees the cigarette offered (clearly doesn't matter to him if it's half-smoked) out and he holds out his hand. "Thanks." He frowns at that explanation, cutting a glance to Alexander to see if he has a better perspective, listening to it and then HMMing.

"Yes I had the dream, I knew the place." Kyle nods to Katy's question. Bone dust, well Kyle was knee deep in dead, blood, smoke... you can now add Bone dust to his list of shit he does not want to breath again. "Thank you Alex, I know it sucks but the only way to keep up is to listen to what you are actually saying."

"Alexander," Alexander says to Kyle, with a frown. "My name is Alexander. Not Alex." His attention turns back to the Exorcist. "You may have noticed we're behind on much of this," he tells her, very seriously. "If we find a way to send them on, what happens to the Veil? To people's abilities? Will they go away?"

Katy's eyes seem to take the information in as Alexander speaks up. Then she takes in what the lady is saying about the souls of the departed. It takes a while for her to piece everything together but she finally speaks up to ask to the group in general, "So we need to do what was done before to help these souls depart? I don't know the details of what happened before, but I would be willing to help." She smirks at Kyle, knowing that's exactly how Alexander would have reacted due to the dinner party, but she says nothing else.

"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself," Enzo tells the Exorcist and then takes a drag from her half-used cigarette. Some of the lipstick gets on his lips, but he doesn't seem to notice. Alexander asks the questions that he was going to ask, so there's a nod of appreciation there while he continues to smoke. "I think they took someone's bones out last time. These bones are all uh- I don't think anyone brought a vacuum cleaner and Patrick sounded pretty serious about leaving dead bodies behind in the Veil. No one die." Enzo isn't taking you with him.

"Right, sorry Alexander. It sounds like we need to find what Margaret used to bind them here." Kyle started to try and recall the dream. Something buried...

Part of the power of someone being almost entirely wrapped up in themselves, is that it gave them the uncanny power to make their own reality. This was despite given facts or evidence. Atli is particularly gifted with being self absorbed, so if she concentrates this becomes a lesson on family history with a difficult informant. One in terrible need of a makeover. She did not have intimate details on what happened to Billy. Atli appreciate Alexanders candor in earnest. "Maybe we should just go home and discuss this with Margret unless there is something you can tell us that she cannot?" Was this passive-aggressive? Yes. This women was already wasting their time though with insults and blaming the person Atli looked up to most in the world though. Surely, she had a good reason, Margret always did.

Alexander coughs, hacks, and reaches up to swipe at his eyes as smoke is blown into them. "An object?" he asks Kyle, after glaring at the Exorcist for a moment. "Is she right about it?" Another cough, before he waves a hand towards Atli. "Margaret Addington doesn't discuss things. You're welcome to try, but no one's managed to break through that wall yet."

"Alexander, please explain something. Is this place a twisted mirror of the other side? We are at a Mill, is there a saw inside?" Kyle was trying to recall what it was that he heard, what he saw.

Enzo manages to laugh a little when the kiss is blown at him, though it's probably not as well practiced as when he's in the real world and ghosts aren't wailing around him. But he tries, Exorcist lady, he tries. He watches placidly as the woman goes into hysterics and he says to Alexander, "It's not her department." Then, "We tried talking to her a few weeks ago. I don't know, she talked a bit but-" Did Enzo understand any of it? Apparently not very well.

"Enzo, that's not what I meant when I told you to settle down with a nice girl," Holly mutters, eyes trained on the rest of the scenario.

"She's perfectly nice-" Enzo mutters back to Holly.

"There's probably a saw inside," Alexander tells Kyle. "I haven't...been there. Inside. But there's probably one there. And it's a different place, but often a dark mirror, yes. Or a strange mirror. Things on our side affect here. Things here, maybe affect us." He twitches and his shoulders hunch at the old man and his words, his head turning to one side to catch the ghostly please better. "What do you people want from me?" he mutters.

Katy gives Kyle a look, as if she's following him, not only physically but also his train of thought. "We should try destroying the saw," she suggests, "It's not like we can undo what Margaret did, right? Maybe destroying the saw will do something to counteract what she did."

"We should go inside. I feel that is where the answer is. That or there is a hole this mess bubbled up from or tree roots have grown too deep. We need to go look inside." Kyle thinks he has something... if not he might just get them all killed.

Alexander stiffens as the old man is revealed. His eyes narrow, the knife coming up in a defensive movement. "Reverend," he says, with a frown. "Guess burning a lot of women at stakes didn't end well for you. I'm not killing anyone. It is time for this to end, whatever the fuck it is, but not by...not like that."

When she explains that she's the reason why Margaret couldn't have any babies, there's a conflicted expression that crosses Enzo's face. He keeps smoking though, doesn't stop until he's finally burned this thing down to the bottom. Then he flicks the butt onto the ground and crushes it out with his heel. "I thought revenge wasn't your department? Speaking of which, do know whose department missing grandfathers would be?" When the guy starts babbling at Alexander about turning off the lights, he clears his throat LOUDLY. "That guy seems unhinged. We can decide what to do later, outside of here." He is happy that Alexander does not want to go for option: killing them??!!11

"I won't kill anyone if you don't," Holly asides affably to Alexander.

"My vote is still for destroying an inanimate object." And when Kyle suggests that they go into the 'mist' that isn't really mist, but bone dust, she's just going to follow whoever decides to go first. Because it's an action that doesn't involve killing people and kind of make sense from what Kyle is suggesting about the saw.

Atli had waited patiently for 'Not My Department' to divulge something helpful. Instead, it was very personal information. Poor Margret. The corners of Atli's mouth wilt in disappointment. She looks from Katherine, to Kyle, to Vincenzo. As far as she could surmise, the poorly groomed lady was suggested Margret and Thomas had found a way to bind souls here to retain power, and these souls now wanted out. There were always two sides to a story however. "Given that this seems personal and you were incorrect in saying revenge was not your department, considering that is exactly what you did, please inform us enough so that we may be helpful. Do you know what became of Thomas? In return we could look into setting things 'right' as you believe them to be. We currently do not have the details on how Billy was moved on so that is unlikely to be a part of today's agenda"

"As long as no one tries to throw me into anything sharp, I think I can refrain," Alexander tells Holly, with a sidelong sort of smile. Then a glance at Kyle. "I wouldn't go into the mist. Bones. Whatever. Your family trapped all those souls; they're probably pretty angry." A pause. "Baxters often seem to be very angry, in general. Sorry." A gesture at the preacher as he steps forward, as if to say, see?

Bad news, though? Alexander is listening. He's watching the old man with a flat, but intensely thoughtful expression. "What does that mean? Exactly."

"I never said lets go through it. Can the doors we came in through be opened anywhere?" Kyle looked to Alexander and shook his head to Katy. "Not yet."

Enzo is pretty wrapped up in chatting with this woman who has smoke and stuff coming out of her throat. He shoves his hands into the front of his jacket and offers her up a lopsided grin, rueful and not particularly warm. "You sure got her back. And this is a fucking mess alright." A more human emotion manages to peek out when she mentions that his grandfather's soul is over. "He wasn't Margaret." That's as much as he'll say on that, then it's back to a tamed expression, one that has hints of worry as Alexander keeps talking to the obviously crazy ghost. "We won't shatter anymore souls like this." Hopefully.

Atli looks about the crowd again this time questioning its occupants. "Anyone purposefully turn a soul into bone dust in the veil recently? Or perhaps know how?" She assumes this question was going to be met with either silence or 'No' because that would be actually ridiculous. Giving a pause to pause evoke a scene from 'Ferris Bullar's Day Off', she looks to 'Not my Department' again. "Yes well without knowing how that would happen, or why one would do that we can't avoid it. For all I know it's accidental, so once more if you could provide more information on 'why' or 'how' perhaps we could do more than take up what is your obviously valuable time. If you can't, maybe direct us to someone who can?" Did the very blonde Atli just ask to speak to a manager? Mayhap.

"Ohhhh," Alexander says, eyes widening. "No. Fuck off. You can't have anyone's name. You can't have anyone's soul. Whatever the fuck is wrong with this town, it probably started with assholes thinking that you could just kill your way to getting things the way you want it, and I don't think that's a good idea." He turns away from Lindon, towards the Exorcist. "You said you don't know how to free these souls to go on to where they need to. Would Margaret? Do you think it's even possible to do?"

"It wasn't accidental. Margaret and Thomas took a bunch of bodies here to the saw mill and ground them up into dust and fucked the souls all up. Has anyone here ever ground up a bunch of bodies with the intention of wrecking their souls while in the Veil?" Enzo exhales with mild exasperation and starts digging around in his pocket and pulls out his own packet of cigarettes now. "Got a light?" he asks the Exorcist. "What did he fuck up on the way out? Thomas? You said he fucked something up on the way out? Was it something specific or just-?"

Looks like Kyle's question fell on deaf ears. Kyle set down his pack and pull out the all weather parka within opening it up. He reaches for his knife and begins cutting scraps out of the bottom section of the cloth.

"You were wrong before, Reverend. What makes this difference? I doubt having your soul...bound and shattered improved your reasoning abilities." Alexander rubs at his face and suddenly realizes that Kyle's question was directed at him. "What? I don't know. I guess. I don't do any of that. You'd have to ask someone who has that ability. I only come here with other people."

With his scraps now made, Kyle ties one around the lower part of his face to cover his noise and mouth. "Anyone have a guess how far we are from the entrance into the Mill proper?" He began closing up his pack.

"I don't think he's going to agree to start killing everyone's souls and I think he enjoys a good argument," Enzo says as he turns to watch Alexander and Lindon continue to argue. If someone tries to actually hurt Alexander, he'll probably step in. Then he softly exhales and turns back to her, mulling over the idea of Thomas drunkly trying to turn the light back on and fucking it up. "If I was a drunk old bastard that wanted to turn a light back on? How would I do it?" He stops and quickly amends, "That doesn't sound like your department. Maybe it's the Archivist's department?" Enzo is quickly realizing this is probably going to involve a return trip to try and figure out. A return trip to a Veil city hall. It's fine.

The Director! Now that sounded like someone with a less automated set of responses. The rest of the comments intent was lost on her. Atli begins making a mental checklist of things to be done, firstly turning to Alexander. "Alexander, if the bones will in fact listen to you, could you ask them the move so that we may investigate the mill and help them further? Without access to it we can't do much here." She didn't know to whom he was speaking, but she assumed it was someone. Blonde curls flip to Kyle "I think they only wish to talk to Mr. Clayton." Whipping back about to Enzo "Outside of investigating where we last knew Thomas to be, was there anything else you found pertinent?"

"Probably not that far," Alexander tells Kyle. "But it might not be a great...idea. Without research. Preparation." Most of his attention remains on the preacher. "Why not just leave the lights on? What so bad about abilities?" A pause. "Other than the fact that it attracts things that want to horribly torture us and feed off of our worst emotions and impulses until they finally devour us wholly." He clears his throat. "But other than that."

To Atli, he adds, dubiously, "I can ask." So he does, turning to the mist and saying, "Would you move out of the way so that we can get to the mill? Nobody's going to get thrown into anything sharp." He's not exactly inspiring or commanding.

"E-mail." Enzo sounds like he can't believe that's really a thing someone in th Veil has. "Do you have her e-mail address? Because that'd be super help-" Aw, man. The chill does go down his spine and his shoulders hunch up instinctively. "Maybe I'll just find it on my own. Well, friend and family. Lets file back out the way we came, in an orderly fashion. So that we aren't all killed, thanks." Please everyone don't panic, that'd be awesome. Enzo doesn't seem to expect it though. He looks over to Lindon and grimaces about that whole sacrifice thing, "I'm going to have to pass on sacrificing anything today. I'm inherently selfish person, sorry." Not sorry. But okay, he's going to wait a second. Maybe she DOES have this person's e-mail??

"We have invitations after all. Hardly seems right not to visit." Kyle looks to the Exorcist with a shrug. "Sorry I did not open the door in, did not get a response when I asked about how it works. What I do know is I have a life that I am looking forward to, these shitty visit are cutting into my timing on things. So either we are going." Kyle looks to Enzo. "Or we are going to try and get inside." Kyle's balck straightened, yeah this was likely going to end horribly if option two gets picked.

The conversation between Alexander and whoever he's talking to catches Katy's attention, all the talk of sacrifice makes her wonder just how big of a sacrifice is expected. It's a thought that floats around in her mind as she walks over to Alexander and asks, "Couldn't help but overhear the talk about sacrifice. How much of a sacrifice are we talking about here?" She fidgets with a newly acquired gold ring, that appears to be two strands twisted together.

"This is gross. I can't breathe. Come on, Enzo, let's go." And Holly grips the inside of Enzo's elbow and tugs.

"They're there?" Alexander asks the Exorcist, his eyes widening. "No. We can't go if they're there." That's not panicked, but it's firm. "We can't fight Them. They will eat us alive." A glance back at the Exorcist, and a nod of his head. "Thanks. For intercepting us. As to sacrifice - pretty sure they mean the sacrifice of life and soul," he adds to Katy. "Not something to be done lightly."

Enzo grabs his sister's hand and holds onto it, in case she's going to run. "Okay, but I'm going to be back and I'm going to e-mail fucking everyone." Because you know what? Enzo is one of those people who asks for the manager. Who knows how he's going to e-mail addresses he doesn't know, but he's obnoxious. He'll figure it out. Anyway, he holds on tightly to Holly and starts moving back to the fence, through the bone-dust where he'll go and yank that door open and god damn it Anne better be somewhere on the other side.

Glancing at Enzo, it looks like it's time to leave. Giving Kyle a sideways glance, she intends to make sure he comes out with her. "Come on, old man! Let's get out of here."

Atli sips her coffee in irritation at the chill, because ya, that will warm her up from the creepy ghost bones. The suggestion of leaving tilts her wilting expression further. Leave? They had yet to figure out what Thomas has done! And who was in the Mill that disdained company so grossly. Speaking of e-mails, perhaps this was a meeting that could have been one. Could Wi-fi be added via glimmer? Now that was not her department. "Yes well! Thank you for hosting us!" Atli offers to the belligerent employee. "Thank you for trying Alexander! I think the Addington's may need to chat with Margret soon? Vincenzo, I believe Holly is right for the moment."

"You first Kid, beauty before age and all that." Kyle does not seem to mind going last, he accomplished enough as is.

Holly is definitely planning on running, but she's not going anywhere without her brother. So luckily he seems to be heading the same direction she is and no one gets stuck or anything! As far as passing that message to Margaret? Not it.

Alexander is going through, but also lingering to make sure they don't lose anyone ELSE going through, so he and Kyle are the real guard. He puts the knife away, and watches the preacher as he steps through. "I'll try to find a way to help you all," he tells him, although not without some sort of heavy resignation in his tone. This is definitely going to end with him having to stab himself in the heart or something.

Katy also steps through the door herself and waits on the other side for Kyle and Alexander to arrive.

Atli allows the strong men folks to do the strong man folk thing, attempting to exit the veil as gracefully as one can. She gives a parting "Sure!" to the mangy lady, strongly resisting the urge to say it wasn't her department.

Enzo gets to the other side, starts looking like he's going to throw up, drops his unlit cigarette on the ground and starts frantically texting on his phone.

Alexander staggers through, and reaches for his head again. "Hate that feeling." Then he straightens, and says, "That went better than expected." No, he's not being sarcastic, but as his phone starts going off, he reaches for it, glances at Enzo, adds a text of his own. "Need to look for Anne before Patrick murders me with a whiskey bottle."

"I'm texting her now." Enzo tells Alexander and then adds on, "I'm also texting you." Which he knows, man, because the phone is literally going off in Alexander's hand, geez. Enzo. No replies are immediately evident, so he frowns and chews on his lip and looks around for his sister. "Holly? Are you in one piece?"

"Good luck. I will see you around Alexander." Kyle had exited and looked to the rest of the family gathered. "Oh good all here. Try to keep among the living, Especially you Katy since it looks like you are getting married, and you Atli because a too chipper ghost sounds like a pain in the ass." He heads towards his truck.

"I noticed," Alexander says blandly, as his phone vibrates in his hand. He does a quick headcount, then stares at the retreating children. A snort. "Nice to meet some of you, and be killed with none of you. Don't die." A look back to Enzo. "I'm going to look for Anne." Which will involve head scans, which is SUCH A GOOD IDEA when there are a whole bunch of Them right on the other side, but hey.