2020-05-25 - I am the Exorcist. AMA.

Joey said he'd drive. Even if it's to the other side of town, or in this case, to the Safeway. The man needs a frozen coke, okay? Fuck it, a damn power bar ain't a bad choice either. He might not be going anywhere for a while. When he comes back he has three: one for Nicole and one for Alexander while they make their way down town. It doesn't occur to him that it's Memorial Day other than he's not down at the damn beach at the ready to punch an in-land freshwater shark from eating his niece. Don't bother telling him they're not real. He's fought two. "Thanks for getting the appointment. We just use the side door or...?" Look he just grabs doorknobs and they go where they need to go. He's not put too much effort into overthinking glimmer.

Alexander informs them both promptly of their appointment. He actually dresses up a little; just a little: but he's wearing a dark green button down shirt and charcoal slacks, and his hair was neat an tidy for about five minutes before he ruined it with the nervous movements of his fingers through it. Going for a drive with Joey Kelly is one of those things that Alexander has to visibly think about, but after a moment, he jerks his head in a nod, and slips into the back seat, leaving the passenger side for Nicole. By the time Joey brings him the soda, he's unwound enough to actually smile and thank the guy, although he doesn't drink it. Just plays with the cup with twitchy fingers. When they get out, he immediately starts looking around. "There's usually a post-it note or sign. Sometimes a receptionist. I wonder if she only works on days when no one else does? That would be nice. As a job." Says the guy who can only by a stretch of definition be called 'employed'. It may or may not be noticed that Alexander's face is peppered with tiny, healing cuts. Like something exploded in his face.

Nicole is not about to turn down the icee or the power bar. She's hungry! She kind of forgot to eat today. WIth Alexander in the back seat, she eats and drinks as she talks before they arrive to City Hall. Getting out of the car, she follows Joey and Alexander. She's dressed in a heather grey and white chevron patterned maxi dress, a white oversized cardigan sweater over her arms, and sandals on her feet. Cold still for sandals, but she is stubborn. She looks around, arms folded, trying to spot a note or post-it, as mentioned by Alexander. Here, out of the car, she notices his face and quietly leans to him to ask, "are you okay? Forget how to shave?"

The building is closed. Uh huh. THO-O-O-O-O-O-SHT Joey sucks up every last dreg of his frozen coke while staring down the building like it owes him money. "I hope I don't blow my one standing favor. If the cops try to arrest me tell them I been drinking all morning. You dunno what happened. Got it" Not like he doesn't know half the small force by first name.

They have an appointment so by all expectation it should be open. So Joey walks up to the front door and pulls on the bar with the intent to go into where their appointment is; not necessary what's on the other side of the door's glass. For those that sense glimmer it's not exactly subtle. There's a 99% chance he still doesn't know or care that there's finesse in his style. TO him this is just how shit works and he doesn't stop and even question it. Why people leave fucking litter next to a goddamn trash can? This he'll dig into. Assholes man...

"Favor?" Alexander gives Joey a sidelong look, although he's diverted from MAXIMUM NOSINESS by Nicole's concern. He gives her a sheepish sort of smile. "I remember how to shave. Just forgot not to cover my head from exploding glass. One of those Gray Harbor things," he admits, with a little shrug. "Thanks, though." A pause. "For asking. Stay close when we get inside. Don't wander. It's a little weird."

And then he's looking for the note or sign or guide and there isn't one, so he brings out his phone to check the calendar app. When Joey strides up to the front door, Alexander frowns and moves to catch up. "Be careful. I don't know if we're supposed to just go over there," he mutters.

Joey sighs with a murmur giving Alexander a glance of commiseration, "Fucking explosions, man." Sadly his answer to his neighbor buddy there is, "You think I ain't lawyered up, man? I got one I do personal training for. You don't own three businesses without consulting a lawyer, trust me. Bank is full of crooks." It's his word, he can use it. When told not to wander he nods, but notes to Alexander, "Why not? We have an appointment." Dark green eyes scan for Nicole and he tugs on the door.

A hairdresser? Nosy? Naaaaahhhhhhhh "One of those Gray Harbor things," Nicole says to Alexander., nodding That could be any number of things, really, but at the same time, it is all that needs to be said. Joey's use of glimmer doesn't seem to bother her, she's grown used to it coming from him in certain situations, like doors. She looks wary at Alexander's warning, but gives him another nod. "It's a Gray Harbor thing." She smiles at him. "Weirdness." Still, she did not plan to go wandering, so will stick close to both of them.

"Because," she explains to Joey. "We don't know where the appointment is and sometimes wandering into the wrong place can be not such a good idea. Especially when Gray Harbor Things, GHT, are around." Cemented. It is not an acronym.

"GHT." Alexander mulls it over, repeats it to himself a couple of times, then grins at Nicole. "I like it. Efficient. GHS might be better, because this is definitely some shit." He tenses up a little when Joey tugs on the door. What's revealed - or NOT revealed - on the other side doesn't make him relax. "That's...new?" He rubs at his face, mutters, "Knew I should have asked someone more respectable to set up the appointment. We're probably going to a fucking City Hall dungeon or something. I'm sorry."

None of which stops him from trying to be the first person to walk in; if there's a grue, it will have to get through him, first.

Joey looks to Alexander as the door opens. He just...stares at the blackness and it pulls his stomach into a knot. Look, just because the man is tougher than leather doesn't mean that he doesn't know fear or feel it. While he doesn't show it, his skin runs cold and his hackles are up a bit. "Good plan." He lets Alexander go in first because he made the appointment. As they stare into the darkness he says matter of factly, "We're seeing a ghost expert. Who said they ain't a ghost or something? Don't be rude. When we get an office we can make it how we like, man." There's a pause and he assures quieter, "I got your back." Not given lightly, but hey, weirdly he does consider Alexander a pal. Also not given lightly.

"GHT... GHS... Hmm. GHS flows off the tongue better too. You're right. GHS it is." Nicole tries to look past Joey and Alexander into the darkness, but doesn't get to see much, because... dark. "Um... are we entering a black hole?" Because it seems... vast and... all-encompassing. When they start to enter, Nicole slips a couple fingers into a belt loop on Joey's jeans, making sure she stays close.

Alexander gives a brief start at Joey's quiet word. He doesn't look back, but an equally quiet, "Thanks," is heard just before he's swallowed by black. When he comes through the other side, he's tense and bunched like he's ready to punch things. ALL THE THINGS.

But the only thing here to punch is the Exorcist, and he's pretty sure she could wipe the floor with him. He coughs at the smoke cloud, sidles over to one of the chairs, and gives the back of it a couple of gentle strokes as he clears his throat, and says, "Thanks. For meeting with us. Exorcist, this is Joseph Kelly and Nicole Stein. They have some questions about ghosts." A glance over to the other two as they come in. "Joseph, Nicole. The Exorcist. Acerbic, as I said." And then he sits down, patting the nervous chair. "The chairs move sometime. It's okay."

Joey murmurs to Nicole, "Well we said we'd go someplace new." This is definitely new. Stepping into the office there's a lot to take in. There's furniture with twitchy legs reminiscent of the dinette set that kicked the shit out of him. To be fair it was four legs s. 2 so more to kick with. And then there's Alexander with more 50 cent words to which Joey murmurs to him, "I don't care what nationality she is. " Clearly acerbic hasn't come up on the word a day list Clayton smacked him with yet. Looking to to the leather bag behind the desk he says with a nod and honest intent, "Hey, thanks for seeing us. Have questions about my ma haunting our house and something in town. You familiar with that William Ghol guy?"

Perhaps Nicole seems a little surprised that she didn't fall into a void or something, for even when things become visible, she is standing with arms out for balance. Slowly, she starts to relax a bit, though the smoke does cause her to cough at first. So much of it! And... is it coming from the old lady's neck? Directed to sit, Nicole looks at the twitchy chairs and pulls her head back a bit, casting a glance over to Alexander and Joey, questioning.

Nicole forces a smile to her lips and nods to The Exorcist when Alexander introduces her, then looks back to him when he declares the moving chairs 'okay'. She does not appear convinced.

"We did say that..." she says to Joey. "Not quite what I had in mind, but you are always full of surprises." He seems about as nervous as she does about the chairs. She lets Joey ask his questions, then says, "I have some additional less specific questions about ghosts in general... but his are more important." She pauses a beat. "Also, thank you for meeting us."

Alexander's not great with people, but it's mostly because of the way he reacts, not because he can't pick up when someone's laughing at him. At the 'moron' tone, and the actual laughter, his face immediately goes blank, and his shoulders hunch, ending up in a defensive sort of huddle. His hands curl into fists, but he's able to take a couple of deep breaths and not flip the fuck out. If he has any questions, he's not asking them right now. Instead, he just clings to the chair as it starts to move, and frowns at his knees as he concentrates on not...falling off onto his ass.

Joey moves past the dry tone. If he takes note of what's happening to Alexander he makes no note of it, eyes forward. They came for answers, not to be all buddy buddy, and really it's not unlike most meetings with Felix. In that he bites into the issue to not waste the lady's time on a holiday.

"We were led to believe his ghost was gone-gone. Couple nivghts ago he's next to me at the bar ordering a drink. Bartender flips his shit and shoots at the ghost Ghol-" There's a pause and his eyes roll upward like dumbass and back down to her. "Ghost left, he took off I think hunting the damn thing... dunno why. So one: How's that possible. Two? He said ghosts aint' real that they some sort of... place's recording don't fly with me. Like my mom babysits for my brother kid...also threw a dinette set at my head for trying to put it into storage. So... I kinda need to know what the deal with ghosts is here. What's real what ain't?"

Nicole still has not taken a seat in the dancing, twitching, moving chairs. She'll stand, thank you. She looks to poor Alexander, her lips quirking softly to the side, making a mental note to bring him a baked good or take him out for coffee soon. Poor guy. "Thank you," she says, fluffing her hair with her hand. Yeah, she's going to have to take a couple showers to get the stench out. "And you have beautiful... uh, pearls. I've always liked pearls." She quiets then, to listen to Joey's question, nodding in agreement. "That... I am also wondering about that. Like, he said, Alexander described this version of Gohl, at least, as a memory the city has. But I always thought of ghosts as the soul of a person. It holds their emotions, their thoughts. They aren't the same as they were in life, but often have some of the same aspects to their personalities and such. So yeah, I suppose that's almost the same question as Joey's... but, more."

"You're very ambulatory," Alexander tells the chair under his breath. "Is it a side-effect of being here, or were you made that way?" It's not that he's not listening; he is. His eyes dart here and there to the speakers, but he's also thinking. And concentrating on keeping his balance. He says, "All sorts of things seem to be alive over here that normally wouldn't be. Dolls. Chairs. Corpses. Cars. I had a note, I don't remember where from, but I had a note that talked about the whole of the thing and the illusion of the thing not necessarily being meaningfully different." A pause. "I think. Is that because over here animates things? Even things that we're not used to being animated, like memories or furniture? Like, an excess of life that sometimes leaks over back to our side as ghosts and things?"

Joey counters by asking, "What egregiously demented shit would make up my life?" Awww, see, Alexander, he used the book! He's learning. Looking to Clayton and the chair he assures him, "I don't think it's going to drag you off to a hospital. You ok." Or...not. So really Easton was right about those ghosts, or that one. This is going to take a moment to process. He glances to Nicole who is vastly more articulate in these matters and tries to come up with how to phrase his question. Rough hands orbit one another and he asks, "Julianne Kelly... has been haunting our house without leaving it since she died there since 2005. Occasionally tries to re-move the furniture to where she put it but... Easton sayin she's like not real. I didn't hit em but he's wrong, yeah? Soooo with people trying to do things to ghosts how... How do we keep her okay? What's like care and feeding for ghosts or whatever I guess is what I'm trying to figure out."

"Okay," says Nicole, as she tries to process all the information she is hearing with the questions being asked and her own. Though, she blinks when Joey uses the word 'egregiously'... but doesn't quite put together that he thought Alexander's use of 'ambulatory' meant the chair was an ambulance.

"So... for argument sake, let's say we are very real. Not some AI robots that only exist when the like one real person on earth is around, not figments of some author's imagination, but really truly real human beings. So we are real. And... Joey's Ma is real in that it's not just a memory, but a real ghost with thoughts and opinions, like where furniture goes. And.. William Gohl was a real ghost with thoughts and opinions and killed people even after he himself was dead because his dumbass soul was here... and Billy the Ghoul that was at the bar the other night was just a collective memory... or like I said to them before, it's like a film playing on fog of what our very real brains think of the person who used to be."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what she said. Sure, it makes enough sense to her at least. Her gaze idly follows Alexander as his chair takes him on a stroll around the room while she remains on her own two feet. "Yeah, like an animation... that apparition from the other night was like an animated version of what was in the thoughts of people, not William Gohl himself."

"But Ma is real."

She makes that part stand out, then continues. "And Gohl's ghost could do shit before his soul was put to rest.... and Ma can touch things and do shit... because she's still here even though her body ain't."

"So... the animated memory apparitions... I am going to assume they can't touch or hurt us very real people or very real objects?" Her voice makes it sound more like a hope than an assumption.

There's a moment where Alexander just beams at Joey. He's been reading the dictionary! So proud. Then, Alexander looks down at his chair as it speaks to him. "That would explain it," he says, solemnly. "I bet you were a good one. Filled with prancing." And then he just hangs on with a grim sort of resignation as he's carted around the room.

He doesn't say anything else until the Exorcist asked Joey about his mom. His lips twitch upwards then, and as his chair makes a circuit around Nicole, and he watches Joey as best he can with a sort of amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Joey is not talking to chairs. In fact there's a lot in Joey's life he's just got blinders on for up to and including talking about abilities. It's not that he's scowling at the Exorcist, it's just this is, unfortunately, the expression his face makes when he's thinking. Those three hamsters are working damn hard. "Picking fights and finding trouble is an ability? Generous." And there he goes snatching defeat from the jaws of victory once more.

The question gets a lot of recognition however and he answers cautiously, "I dunno. I try to respect her privacy in the hopes she'll mind mine. There's always someone home. She don't really leave it. I mean sometimes the house looks old. I mean, like it used to. I figure it just do that or it happens. But I mean that happens. That' how they got the tree up that one year when Andy backed his car into the living room window. Broke ours so one got fakey-put up. " He catches himself using allegorical matter-of-fact to buy time. That's really what is going on here. His weight shifts even again and he looks to Nicole as if to borrow her brain for ideas on how to put things and more quietly admits to the Exorcist. "Sometimes she know what's up tho. Other times I dunno she knows she's dead and... I don't wanna be the one tellin her. No real point to it."

Nicole watches the exchange between Alexander and Unicorn-Chair, momentarily distracted by it until The Exorcist starts talking about Joey's Ma again. "I mean... she seems like a ghost to me. I didn't live there, you know? I mean, yeah, I knew her when I was a kid but not like. I mean. I wasn't you know, with Joey much back then? Just at like, school sometimes and stuff." Saying things is awkward when you don't put a label on things. "And she's like... I mean, the interactions have been very different now than when I was a kid." You know, when she wasn't WITH Joey. "Not sure about the when no one else is around. She interacts with Jesse a lot, and Jesse doesn't have like, living memories of her. She died before Sprout was born." Her brows furrow slightly and she falls quiet a moment. "That's a really hard question to answer. I mean, because if we aren't around.... we don't know what is happening at the house? So, maybe there are things that happen when people that don't have um..." A glance is given towards Joey. "Special talents are around." Nodding to Joey after he comments about Ma sometimes knowing she's dead and sometimes she doesn't seem to.

"But that brings me back to the question I had about like, the memory thing of Billy the Ghoul. Can 'memories' move things? Hurt people? Truly interact? Because, Ma can... So what is the precise difference between a memory of something like that, and an actual ghost, and how can we tell?"

"Oh, fuck." It's very quiet from Alexander, and NOT about the 'dun dun dun'. No, it's about the fact that Alexander is now clinging to this excited chair as it gallops and zooms. He's trying to pay attention. He is! But mostly he's just trying not to fall flat on his ass.

Joey takes this in at a slow pace. He wasn't known to be smart exactly, but he's not exactly just a brick of meat. To call him willfully oblivious is a good start. Slowly as he stares at the dead woman (without staring at the dead woman), and he processes the information at long last. "So you're saying if we ... were not in the room... the dinette set wouldn't have moved?" The eyebrow arches and he tries to sort his take away from this.

He looks to Nicole, then Alexander, and then the chair that is bumping into him like a caffeinated puppy. HUH! A frown creases his brow and he looks back up to the Exorcist and asks curiously, "So what you're sayin is we either gotta move out, or not let her babysit all by herself?" Taking a deep breath he has to accept that he has partial capability or contribution to that?

Curious he says, "So the dead can't do what the living can do? Okay that's... messed up."

Nicole is following all of this, her brow furrowing and her lips turning down a little.

"So... if that is the case. How do they hurt people? Are you saying... we are actually the ones hurting ourselves and others?"

Joey blinks and shrugs slightly; his mean mug frowning thoughtfully. Man, these moments he feels 4 all over again. Scary. "Well," he answers the Exorcist, and maybe for the first time in a very long time in public, shifting his weight from one foot and then the other, "they're older than we are soooo... Ya know..." He pauses and boggles shaking his head, "And it's my mom. I mean she threw furniture. Like, kudos to her for fighting back. Better late than never. I mean they were alive I didn't know they like, ya know, lose those skills."

At least it's a logical reasoning at least even if the boxer looks a bit uneasy. Still he's not going to argue with the Exorcist. She's older than dirt too. She must know something. Nicole's on to something too. Alexander is onto a wild ride with a chair but Joey'll have questions for him later. "So this is all pretty true right now. things change over time, and...if there's like someone rolling up causing problem who do we keep them from like...using us to hurt people we don't want to?"

"We change them," Alexander points out as his chair's circuit brings him closer to the conversation. "We meddle and we change stuff, and we change the way things work. We do it pretty much by accident," he admits, a little bitterly, "but other people. More knowledgeable people. They can change things with intention, maybe? They know what will happen if they do?"

Nicole nods, still looking very serious; her brow is furrowed, her lips pursed. "They can't do what we can do, and we can't do what they can do.... What can they do?" That is a very curious question for her, so her head tilts to the side. She is nodding again though, gesturing to Joey at his question to her. Alexander's chair gallops closer again and Nicole steps back to keep her toes out of the way. His observation has her frowning again. "So... we learn more. We become more knowledgeable, then they can't take advantage of us."

Joey is really the elemtary kid with blocks in this Veil stuff, however a block ina slingshot with enough applied force can be very effective. Maybe not at spelling but... he figures out how to make things work. He is listening though and murmurs to Nicole and Alexander, "The shit people sell their soul for. Or their sanity." reaching up he itches the space between his eyebrows. "Christ this is like one of those surreal French flicks."

Wait he knows about French Art films?! Netflix is pretty diverse. It can happen. "Okay, so at risk of not going all City of Lost Children on some folks is there anything we can do to keep some ghosts ain't causing no one any problems safe from people fucking with them? like draw a thing on a door, take out someone's knees with a bat or what?"

Alexander shoots Joey a surprised look at the mention of French art films. New data acquired, dossier being updated. He's so interested that he almost tumbles out of the chair when it makes a happy little hopskip and he has to clutch tighter. "Very energetic," he murmurs to it, while also trying to listen. "Learning is never wasted," he claims to Nicole, then winces at Joey. "I don't...you can't kneecap people just because they want to get rid of a ghost. Ghosts can be dangerous. Just don't let people on your property." A glance to the Exorcist. "But you're called the Exorcist. Implies that exorcism is actually a thing. Is it not? If it wasn't, then why wouldn't you be the Spiritualist or something, instead?"

"You watch French films?" Nicole whispers curiously to Joey. Seems she is as baffled by that as anyone else might be. Joey seems to never fail at surprising Nicole one way or another. But that's really a subject for another time. Blinking, she refocuses on why they are here.

"But we can try to control ourselves, so that we don't make ghosts hurt anyone, right? But, others might... have more power over us than we realize, I imagine, making our own efforts a bit futile...." It is more a thought process than a question. She gives a smile to Joey, wanting to protect our beloved ghosts, there are a couple, mostly Ma. "No," she says to Alexander. "Learning is never wasted... I was just saying that is our plan, or like, part of it.. should be to learn more."

She glances between he and Joey then. "I mean... if they are on his or my property without invitation, we have every right to kneecap someone, don't we?" Perhaps Joey is rubbing off on her. She then focuses on The Exorcist after Alexander asks his question on exorcism itself.

Joey slowly pans a look to Alexander and he counters with a very helpfully informative mumble, "Oh, I assure you, I can. They try to lay a hand on my ma you can damn well watch me." He's turning his attention back to the Exorcist and just sight, head tilted back. They're staring. he can feel the staring. Eyes narrow and a patient gravely tone reminding himself not to last out at these two says, "Look..." Hands come up and he has the conversation with the ceiling thrown only by being bumped into by a chair again and again. Like a kid he gives it a nudge steering it off in another direction. "First off City of Lost Children and Area are bad ass if not kinda, ya know, like some post-society bullshit time highlighting the frailties and strengths of human nature in crisis. Also District B-13 is primo for watching parkour at its height. I like getting ideas, and-... ya know what this is not the time to fucking judge me." There's a sigh and he just looks back to the Exorcist not looking at him like an alien with taste suddenly body-snatched him. "I like stuff too. I'm allowed." Yup, defensive.

"So you're saying, if I can wrap up, cause it makes more sense to you than me, is... Nicole and I hanging out and the TV's flipping channels back on it's own, she's borrowing part of us like to do that and we gotta say 'yo, ma' chill. We're not watching Real Housewives. Got it." Eyeing Nicole for that moment of refuge from burning out both of his brain cells, and then to Alexander he says, "I've met you. Let's not pretend there's a higher ground to be had here. We're talking about protecting innocent people who have clearly been through enough or at least didn't ask to be broken in on and harassed. Really it's right in your wheelhouse, bruh."

Alexander hunches his shoulders at the laughter. "No. But--" he might be about to launch into a soliloquy regarding the meaning of names, titles, and the differences in each, but as she goes on, his mouth clicks shut. "Able and willing. Yes. Those are different," he agrees, quietly. A glance towards Joey. "And when Kelly and I have a tiff, it won't be about ghosts," he assures her, voice dry and perhaps a little grim with its own resignation. But you know what? It's really hard to look stoic and dangerous when you're riding around on a prancing chair, so he just rolls his eyes at Joey. "I wasn't judging you. It was just interesting. Nothing wrong with liking things. And," a glance towards Nicole, "no comment on the kneecaps. Try not to get caught."

Nicole looks a bit caught off guard at Joey's reaction to her and Alexander not knowing he liked French films. She, however, is not about to have a tiff about it. She just shrugs towards Alexander as her eyebrows creep higher up on her brow. Her lips purse in thought though at the Exorcist explaining that they need to take care of their own problems. Nodding before Alexander makes his 'no comment' comment, her left shoulder lifts. "I do what I have to do when I have to do it in order to protect what I have to protect." She shakes her head to The Exorcist. "No tiff, but if you wish us to leave... well, thank you for answering the questions we had, even though I only have more now. I appreciate your time."

Joey nods looking to Alexander curious, "That was you?" He really, truly never seemed to consider Alexander actually slung lightening at him that time, nor does he seem particularly put out by it. "Huh." Interesting. Though when Alexander clarifies taht their tiff won't be about ghosts there is an earnestly dissappointed agreement, "yeah." It's not a prticularly eloquent agreement, nor one he wants to admit, but it's there.

His hand comes up in gesture that's as much a peace offering as yeah I hear ya, that's fair can be. "We cool. We cool. Should we be worried about ghosts hurting like other ghosts? That a thing? I dunno. This is the first time I ever really thought about care and feeding of roommates in this, like, capacity." And Joey? well he's sensitive about things and stressed out.

Looking to Nicole he says three little words to her he says to no one (no not those), "Hey, I'm sorry." She gets that even if it's a mumble. So really the answer is learn how to deny people things moving... inform the house ...oh yeah. Ghost on ghost crime? This is a thing? Maybe?

"Is there anything else the two of you need to ask?" Alexander says, "Or should we go?" He doesn't say anymore about tiffs, but he does give a meaningful look down at his prancing chair. Can I get the hell off this thing is what that look says, but at the same time, he gives it a little fond sort of pat, and adds, "Have you considered allowing your furniture to go on walks occasionally? I think my friend here would enjoy a good gallop outside, if anywhere safe exists."

"I've a million questions," Nicole says, likely unsurprisingly. "But nothing I need to ask at the moment." She nods her head to The Exorcist again before looking to Joey. She smiles at him, the apology wasn't needed, but she appreciates it all the same. "It's okay.. stress." She shrugs. She knows how it can be. "But I am not going to let any ghosts hurt me, now that I know they can't do it on their own." Well, she's going to try at least. "Hey, that's a good side hustle idea, Alexander. Maybe get paid to walk the furniture?"

Alexander doesn't like that. Not the 'chair stopping' part, because he was starting to feel queasy. But the way the chair trembles in...can chairs feel fear? It's close enough that his expression tightens, and he turns a disapproving frown on the Exorcist. Alexander bonds to things easily, and now he likes the damned chair. So he gives it a gentle stroke along the back, and says to it, "You're a remarkable chair. Don't die."

Then he stands up, and heads out when the rest do.

Joey reaches over and takes Nicole's hand. He keeps an eye on Clayton, primarily that the chair is not following him home. Looking up to the guard Joe gives him a boggled, if not annoyed look as they're walking away from the building. "We're paying our respects, not pissing on the building." With the slightly offended tone those words even almost make sense together. Murmuring to the other two he suggests, "Let's go find food."