now, hazel had told lorraine about the commune, though there were some things about the place that hazel herself didn't have answers to, or didn't know the truth of. just like most of the people here, she had been fed lies, as well as been told to keep certain information unspoken to let outsiders discover it for themselves in time during their visit. what she could tell lorraine was that they believed and prayed to higher powers — gods. that they produced their own food, that they all worked together to keep the commune going, that traditions were important to them, things like that. but there was of course no mention of the rituals, the self-sacrifices, or how they fed their hogs with the insides of whoever sacrificed themselves, to keep the cycle of life going. no mention of any deaths or anything particularly unusual.

james gave @protectisms hand a firm shake, before letting go of her hand again. ❛❛ that, i am. father james raven. pleased to meet you, lorraine. ❜❜ he smiled at her. it was a friendly smile, though it was clear he was not a type to smile often, as it soon dropped again to a more neutral expression. ❛❛ oh, even if you were here for studies, we wouldn't mind. we're more than happy to share our way of life with others, granted the rules of our commune is met with respect and an open mind, that is. unfortunately, we've had some people come here in the past who've had the attitude that they can treat us like animals at a zoo... it's why we've been a little more reluctant to allow visitors as of late. ❜❜

a look of concern crossed her features at the mention of past visitors. those that clearly didn’t understand the word ‘respect’. “that’s terrible, really. to come onto somebody else’s land and treat them like a zoo animal.” lorraine frowned softly to show her disappointment and disgust at the prospect of it all. “i’m sorry to hear that such a thing has happened. some people’s curiosity gets more than just the better of them.” she added, her hands slipping with ease into the pockets of her cardigan as he posed the question to her. it was an easy answer that took not even a moment to think about. “it’s great. you have a lot of lovely, hardworking people here. and i can tell they really look up to you.” the clairvoyant looked him over with a curious glance before her gaze shifted to the surrounding area.

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Waking up in someone else’s bed had NOT stopped Andromeda from sleeping in. Shockingly, she wasn’t the kind of girl to leave before the beautiful sun rose. The energy from last night’s shenanigan's caused her to savour the moment. The other’s mattress was firm, the pillows were plump and the best of all? Arms had been draped around her, providing her with warmth and comfort. Feeling refreshed was the best way to start her day-- all she craved now was an iced matcha latte, and potentially a kiss. Lazily, she plopped her arm across the bedside and it felt cold, signifying the other body was no longer around. Part of her hoped that her loud snoring hadn’t awoken the other enough to leave the bed, though, understandably as the clock began to itch closer to noon--- maybe there was a different reason to leave her undisturbed. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Hearing rustling caused her to stop and chuckle. “If you wanted to watch me sleep, I would’ve preferred you NOT hovering over me as if you were planning on scaring, or worse, going kill me. This isn’t a horror movie and white sheets are TOTALLY the wrong move.” Andi gestured to her surroundings. She didn’t care how long she slept for, but her next words were full of assumptions, true to her character. “You got any plans today? Because I was thinking that we should go and get random and stupid looking tattoos? I’ll even pay for it, if that’s your deciding factor. Then hit up the local froyo place for half-off cups, or maybe go to Costco and fill up on their cheap, kosher hot dogs? Maybe even sneak into a movie? None of it has to be in this order, but doesn’t it sound fun?” 

It was rare that Lorraine found herself in bed with anybody else. She was used to having a mattress entirely to herself, the chance to pull the sheets and blanket right over to her end of the bed. Perhaps all these years of being alone had turned her into a blanket hog to some extent, at least that's what it looked like when she awoke and Andi only had half the sheets covering her body. As any decent person would do, Lorraine carefully covered her over properly and made sure she was all snug whilst also making sure not to wake her from what looked like a peaceful slumber.

As she turned, however, she came to yet another realisation when her eyes found the alarm clock on her beside table - it was almost noon. Generally the type of person to wake up bright and early, Lorraine wasted no time in getting herself up and dressed, her morning tea soon in hand and bringing her energy back to life. Lord knows she needed it. Even if it was a lazy Sunday, the clairvoyant was never one to stay idle for too long. There were always things to do, people to see. No rest for the weary as the saying goes. And certainly no rest for her constantly running mind, either.

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"Hold on, let me get down there and help you up. Wouldn't want you to fall back down for a second time" he said, a half assed lie and explanation for whatever the hell it was that he was trying to do. Houston was already trying to tell him that maybe it was a better idea to listen to her and just go, freaked by whatever could be waiting down there. But Lance just angrily hushed his team member and knelt down by the ladder, pointing the camera further into the crater Lorraine had left behind.

So far.....he couldn't see shit down here. Didn't feel anything either. Just like any other time of course. The only thing he could see was her getting back up on her own, nothing spectacular about it - and that just annoyed the hell out of him.

"Jesus Christ. You know what, Houston. Why don't you go back outside and tell the others to pack up. This place is a dum..."

It was then when Lorraine started screaming. Startling the hell out of both men, actually making Houston yelp, too. Lance could only shout a surprised "Holy shit!", half horrified, half ecstatic. Without even thinking about it that much he ended up just tossing his camera down into the basement, hoping to hit whatever thing was dragging the woman away, while at the same time trying to keep things rolling while he tried his best to get down there as fast as possible.

Lorraine moved herself to one side as the camera dropped down into the darkened area, her hands letting go of the ladder as her tightened grip was starting to hurt. And to her dismay, the camera hadn't hit what was down there with her.

"Help me!" she managed, her body getting dragged along the floor as the entity kept hold of her ankles with its astronomical strength. Along the way, she grabbed hold of the camera, her hand covering the lens and pulling it along. Once she got a good grip, she rolled herself onto her back, eyes staring up at the dark mass as she tried in her desperation to throw the equipment in its direction. But it missed its target by a few meters and only smashed against the ground. Though somehow that red light indicating that the film was still rolling never wavered. Probably for the best that it didn't collide with the evil entity - it would have done more harm than good. Provoked it further than it had already been provoked. Which, as much as it may have delighted him and given more content, Lorraine certainly didn't want to find out what more it could do should its anger be entirely aroused. She'd already accidentally set foot on its turf and that was more than enough.

Coughing as the dust hit her lungs, Lorraine began to kick her legs in an attempt to get herself free, her locks beginning to fall in her face and her breathing heavy and labored. Time seemed to be moving so fast, the haste of the entity like an indication that it wanted more than anything to feed.

Melting might be his specialty. Heat in California never prepared him for this. Most people would never make it out alive in New York during winter. Luckily for him he's braved the best of both worlds. Gathering himself together as he entered into Lorraine's house, Landon's instincts are to observe. Every little nook and cranny. The absolute skill of a filmmaker. "Finally nice to see you to, Mrs. Warren. In fact I appreciate you agreeing to talk to me." At least that much. Who knows if he's come all the way out here for nothing. Car rental and a plane ride aside; he's in a whole new world out here. While this particular genre might not be foreign to him there's a difference between filming a horror production versus following real life horrors. There's one thing he's curious about. Probably something he would not react well to if he saw but -

"I don't mind," he answered with a smile, waving off her comment and burying his thought. "I know all about being messy. My work space gets cluttered when I'm doing my own research. Documentaries need a lot of pre leg work you know. Try my best to be as honest as I can be. Genuine especially with something like this. With your cases." While he absolutely meant being honest in his work, Landon did wonder. If what she can do is real. He'd never question outright. Sometimes it takes a lot of faith. He isn't sure he's a faithful sort of person.

If anybody in his family was overly religious it was his grandmother. The same woman who pushed views. The kind that gave him a phobia. We don't talk about that lousy shit. We focus. Yeah, let's just get right into it.

Lorraine always did have a problem with people who pushed views onto others. Especially those of a religious nature. Not everybody could stand together with one faith and that was just simply the inevitable truth of it all. The act of trying, at least from her observations, was a waste of time, really. Especially as times began to change .. year by year. New discoveries, perhaps less or more hope in higher beings.

As the clairvoyant got herself comfy in her chair, she rested her forearms against the table, eyes trailing over the many bits of paper before her, "I'm just generally a lot neater. But this case has a great deal to it .. Not that all cases don't. It's just that being one that goes into legalities aswell. I've had to learn a lot beyond my field." She finished her sentence off with a tired sigh, her back shifting to lean into the back of the chair as she listened to his inquiries into the things that she did, or rather .. how she did them.