The Haunting at Kravis School of Fine Arts

Get that away from me, you steroid addled freak! Joe shrieked alarmingly as he realized Justin was serious. He put the hand-held camera down hastily as backed away as quickly as he could. What is your damage , man? Always putting stuff in your mouth like an unsupervised toddler... He used the sinks to keep Justin on the far side of them, scurrying around them like a furtive weasel to avoid the red, slimy fingers the Jersey Shore reject waggled at him. Are you...possessed? he gasped, reflexively looking into the camera for dramatic effect.

Narcissus observes Joe's hasty retreat with amusement, making no move to intervene and save the man from the tetanus threat. "Didn't you already do a possession bit before the commercial break? I don't think our watchers have that short of a memory, especially not with the show our resident psychic put on back there. Speaking of..." He frowns slightly, glancing at the man in question. "Ricky, stop harassing the poor mannequins, I'm pretty sure a good number of them is decaying and not good for you to be too close to."

Leigh nods and yawns. "Yeah, this is getting old. Maybe we should throw a bath bomb in those sinks, get 'em to bubble over or something."

"Isn't that what you said about your mom, too? I think we have enough footage here, right Mike? It's a little creepy, but I don't think the bathroom has much relevance to what happened here. B-roll footage at best. In other worse, perfect for Leigh's talents." He gives the camerawoman a teasing wink.

Let's move on before anyone gets hepatitis in here... he shot a look towards Justin. Hopefully our next shoot won't have anything of interest for the window lickers among us. Joe fanned his face ineffectually with his hands as he caught his breath.

Leigh films the clattering of the stall doors and the branches against the window, all while slowly moving backwards to the door to get out as soon as possible or necessary. Once the room falls silent, she says, "Shit, that was creepy." It's not something she would ever have thought she'd honestly say while working on this show and her voice sounds genuinely rattled. "But I got it on camera."

Ricky covers his ears as the sounds assault them. He stands behind Leigh so as not to block her shots, a small part of his mind thinking that finally they'd get something to garner the ratings! But how was this pulled off? So many different effects, all working together? Were they being pranked? Was this like Ghost Hunter Busters? It certainly was convincing too...

"Well if this doesn't boost our ratings I don't know what will! Shall we move on to the final area then? The scene of the crime!"

Narcissus will never admit it, but he actually jumps at the sound, almost dropping his case in the process. He manages to catch it in time, his grip tightening on the handle. "Holy fucking shit," he mutters under his nose, though not particularly caring if anyone overhears him. "Either this building is incredibly unstable and is about to drop on our heads, or someone is having a laugh of their life." He raises his voice: "I sincerely hope none of *you* is responsible for this. I was under the impression that we agreed to warn each other about the staging after the whole Trish fiasco?"

He continues to grumble as he turns to follow the others to the next filming location, his free hand searching his pockets for a cigarette. At this point, Professor is way beyond caring about accidentally setting off a fire alarm - or rather, he's quite sure this building doesn't have any...

"I don't give enough of a shit about this show to put in the effort and stage something like this," Leigh replies to Narcissus' words.

* That shit was fucking crazy! I can’t believe we caught that on camera! They might even renew us for another season if this gets juicy! *

Already agitated by Justin's assault, the sudden shift to the obscene gurgling followed by the slamming of the stall doors elicited a high-pitched shriek from the older actor. Hand at his multicolored ascot, Joe seemingly hyperventilates while the room erupts in seemingly supernatural turmoil. Realizing he might still be on camera, Joe's sense of professionalism reasserts itself and he awkwardly calms himself and looks into the camera, whispering exaggeratedly, I don't think we're alone anymore... as he backs slowly towards the doorway.

"Well isn't this cheery? I'm in my element here," Ricky says in his Hooligander voice. "The noose is a nice touch. No way they left that here after the incidents up here. What is this stuff on the window?" Ricky takes a swipe with his index finger to determine the substance.

Leigh films Ricky as he takes some of the weird substance on his finger. Before the weird Dutchman can do anything more than that, however, she asks, "Mike? Can I get in legal trouble if Ricky dies from eating stupid shit? Not asking about the production, just me personally."

"Unlike some people, I don't put foreign substances in my mouth." He rubs his fingers together, smearing the substance.

I think we've firmly established who the 'window-licker' is amongst us... Joe quipped, almost wishing the beach-bro would pull his signature gustatory move. I wouldn't dwell much on having the noose in frame, dear. he cautioned Leigh. Stuff like that doesn't play well down South. It's a bad look. He drifted towards the circle of mirrors, anxious to check his hair after the chase scene in the lavatory downstairs. Never let it be said that Joe Glickmann would be caught dead in a place like this with his coiffure out of place.

* Anyone puts anything in their mouth and you get it on camera! You get them doing it on camera, and I’m sure Legal can take it from there. Open and shut case. Your family won’t get a dime out of us, J-Money! *