Nadine shakes her head, feeling helpless and turning a matching expression to Garrus. Where to even begin?
"It's...this is my memory. I was a kid in an...orphanage." That's a good universal term that everyone understands. "It's called a talking board. It's supposed to be a game, but some people believe it can channel ghosts and spirits and things like that. They move the planchette and it writes what they want to say. One of the other girls, Lacey, she snuck one in."
Why? Why the hell had she done it? Not that Nadine imagines anything would be different, in the long run.
Nadine's memory continues to unfold before them. Nothing happens at first, and one of the girls asks if that's really it? The first explains that that's how it works, you open the door and the spirits came through if they wanted to. As the two debate about whether or not anything more needs to be said, the planchette moves across the paper.
"Slick move, knock it off," one accuses.
"It's not me. Seriously..."
"Stop playing around!"
As the girls argue - save for the blond girl - the planchette continues to move. They all watch, wide eyed, as a name is spelled out in wobbly block letters. 'NADINE'.
They all look to the blond girl, who's face holds an expression of confused fear. Accusatory looks are cast in her direction. She swears she didn't do it, she wasn't moving it. The others swear the same.
Suddenly the planchette moves with aggressive speed. It pulls the girls with it, their hands looking as though they're being yanked along. One wails that she can't remove her hand. Fear is building quickly. The planchette moves off the paper, jerking back and forth with enough force to carve letters into the wooden floor.
The girls are screaming. The lights flicker. A haunting, masculine voice can just barely be heard over the screaming.
"Nadine...Nadine..."
The planchette flies into the wall, the lights go out, three of the girls scatter once released, running out into the hall. When the lights come up, the child Nadine is kneeling in front of the message scrawled into the floor.
NADINE WILL BE MY QUEEN we are of the houses of the dead nadine
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Nadine shakes her head, feeling helpless and turning a matching expression to Garrus. Where to even begin?
"It's...this is my memory. I was a kid in an...orphanage." That's a good universal term that everyone understands. "It's called a talking board. It's supposed to be a game, but some people believe it can channel ghosts and spirits and things like that. They move the planchette and it writes what they want to say. One of the other girls, Lacey, she snuck one in."
Why? Why the hell had she done it? Not that Nadine imagines anything would be different, in the long run.
Nadine's memory continues to unfold before them. Nothing happens at first, and one of the girls asks if that's really it? The first explains that that's how it works, you open the door and the spirits came through if they wanted to. As the two debate about whether or not anything more needs to be said, the planchette moves across the paper.
"Slick move, knock it off," one accuses.
"It's not me. Seriously..."
"Stop playing around!"
As the girls argue - save for the blond girl - the planchette continues to move. They all watch, wide eyed, as a name is spelled out in wobbly block letters. 'NADINE'.
They all look to the blond girl, who's face holds an expression of confused fear. Accusatory looks are cast in her direction. She swears she didn't do it, she wasn't moving it. The others swear the same.
Suddenly the planchette moves with aggressive speed. It pulls the girls with it, their hands looking as though they're being yanked along. One wails that she can't remove her hand. Fear is building quickly. The planchette moves off the paper, jerking back and forth with enough force to carve letters into the wooden floor.
The girls are screaming. The lights flicker. A haunting, masculine voice can just barely be heard over the screaming.
"Nadine...Nadine..."
The planchette flies into the wall, the lights go out, three of the girls scatter once released, running out into the hall. When the lights come up, the child Nadine is kneeling in front of the message scrawled into the floor.
NADINE WILL BE MY QUEEN
we are of the houses of the dead nadine