The Haunting at Kravis School of Fine Arts

Justin enters the room, and wanders about to take it all in. He looks at the mannequins one by one, as he circles the space. He even checks them for bits, when Ricky makes the joke.

"Nah. They’re as smooth as Joe’s forehead. Who’s your guy, Joe? Great work." he says, mimicking Botox injections to the temple.

He splashes his hand into the water then, as attention is drawn to it. He flicks off most of the water, and then raises his hand to his nose to smell it.

"Doesn’t smell like syrup! One sec…" he says, bringing his finger up to his mouth to taste…

"Hey prof," Leigh says with a big grin, nudging the man with her elbow. "Someone's eating your chemicals again."

Ricky rubs his chin thoughtfully and douchely. "Yes, that is a good point, Mike. But if you were trying to trick us it might be worth it to do this without our help." When he sees Justin lick the water he recoils. "Even if it's just water, do you know how long that might have been there? Disgusting. I would worry less about ghosts and more about an infection." Ricky goes to one of the sinks and turns on the faucet to see what comes out.

Just as he’s about to place the rusty finger into his mouth, he stops up short. He sniffs again, and thinks on it a moment.

"It’s what the camera demands! Think of all the views!" he grins, before putting the finger into his mouth, right in center frame.

He coughs immediately and spits out violently!

"Tastes like fucking shit!" he says, swilling his tongue around his mouth, getting the rotten taste everywhere.

"Shit. Feels like someone punched me in the mouth. Tastes like blood!"

Ricky sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I fucking warned you." He shakes his head and walks over the mannequins when he gets Mike's comments. He looks over them, inspecting them for any markings, graffiti, or anything else suspicious he can use as inspiration to "communicate" with one of them.

Professor wanders around the bathroom with a barely concealed look of displeasure on his face, squinting at the questionable stains and rusty water - because of course it is rust and nothing else - and carefully avoiding the mannequins as he examines the room. "Justin, if you get tetanus, it's completely on you." He throws over his shoulder without even looking. "And whatever you think you are tasting, it is probably metals in the water. Pipe corrosion, stale water; as Ricky said, it's probably been here for a while."

Narcissus stops before one of the sinks, glares at the mannequin before it, then moves it aside and opens his case. "Mike, sometimes I really question your understanding of what lab analysis in your own show entails," he grumbles as he searches for a vial among his equipment. "Are you expecting me to say that we've found ectoplasm in the water? I can tell you what we are much more likely to find, and it's not ectoplasm." Professor finally fishes out what he was looking for and reaches for the tap, trying to fiddle with it and get more water to flow. He's not dipping his hand into the sink if he can help it. "Leigh, Joe, you better be filming this at least."

Joe shot Justin a sardonic look as he commented on his Botox treatments but checked his forehead anyway as soon as the other host looked away. He mock gagged as Justin tasted the red tinted water, recovering in time to comment under his breath to the Professor, I'm sure whatever antibiotics J-Money is taking for 'the Clap' will protect him from whatever's in that water... Following prudent suggestion, Joe checked the mini-cam's settings and began to roam around filming the sinks and mannequins in close, tight frame as he slowly rocked in and out of focus for an eerie effect. I wonder what they could mean? Who these things represent? Friends? Tormentors?

When Joe seems to have found some enjoyment in filming rather than being filmed, Leigh begins following him aggressively, filming him filming the entire time. "Have you forgotten what your role is in this show?" she asks him when he turns to her. "I'm behind the camera, you're in front of it. Or what was that about me making you look good?"

"How could I get tetanus? I haven’t been bitten by a dog."

The tone offers an implied: "Idiot!" at the end of the sentence.

* Who cares? We’ll get you in a long white coat, put some goggles on you, and they’ll love it.

The 33-45 year old female demographic eats that stuff up; a man in uniform. Hubba, hubba! *

"Yeah, Co-Host! Come on over here and get a taste of this stuff! Can’t have me doing all the heavy lifting around here!" the young man says, cracking his back: A back that has never done a hard day’s work in its life.

He dips his finger in the water, making sure to get it good and coated, and then moves towards Joe.

"C’mere!" he suggests, holding the finger out. He winks at Leigh as he goes.

Get this on camera…

"Have a taste! It could be the blood of our ghost! Or her victims! Alice… is this yours? Alice?!" he calls, all the while chasing Joe around with the tetanus digit!

Leigh uses this opportunity to snatch the camera from Joe and set it down, then focuses her lense on the two men and on Justin weirdly chasing after Joe. "I think this is the least creepy thing I have ever seen," she comments dryly. "Well, least creepy in a ghost kind of sense. It's very creepy in a sticking-your-fingers-into-someone-else's-holes kind of sense."

Professor lifts his head from the vial, takes one long look at what his colleagues are doing with an expression of complete, absolute, overwhelming exasperation, then promptly turns away. "Can you believe I am working with these people?" He complains to the mannequin by his side as he fills the glass container with the dripping water from the tap, watching its dark red swirl ominously inside. "Yes, I can't believe it either. I used to have some sense of self-worth." He shakes his head in overexaggerated despair, then closes back the tap and steps away from the sink.

"Gentlemen, are you done with your... whatever this is?" Narcissus walks up to Leigh, deeming her the safest person to be near right now - aside from the camera, but thankfully she seems more interested in filming their hosts for now. "Are we filming comedy now? Or porn? Honestly, I'm not sure which one terrifies me to witness more." He crosses his arms and continues to watch Joe and Justin skip around the bathrooms. Despite his words, it is almost... nice. Lighthearted. Quite the contrast to the ambiance, and he can't quite hide a slight smile at the thought.

Leigh keeps the camera on the two hosts as she listens to Narcissus' comments. She turns her head towards him to give a snarky respose when she sees something on his face. Something quite strange that she's never seen there before and that definitely shouldn't be there.
"Prof," she asks, putting concern into her voice. "Is that a smile? That's so weird."

Narcissus raises an eyebrow in her general direction, though his smile doesn't dissipate. In fact, the corners of his lips twitch in further amusement. "Nonsense. My heart is cold and dead and unable to feel emotion other than craving for coffee."

Leigh can't help but return his smile with one of her own that's a bit less sarcastic than what's normal for her. "Well, it's not a bad look," she says before turning her focus back to her camera, making sure to capture the two hosts. Sarcasm and aloofness returning to her voice, she suggests, "And I'm sure that's not the only thing you're craving."

* We’re trying to shoot quality, prime time television, people! A little less dead air, alright? Alright. *