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[__badseed]

The book said it was called a Ouija Board, which was apparently NOT pronounced how it looked, which probably meant it was French. From what Samara understood of the language, French was just bizarre

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[the_cop]

"Holy shit, is that a Ouija Board?" Ray asked from behind Samara. He stepped aside, crouching down in front of her and the drawing. "My pal Frank, back in grade school, had one of these."

[__badseed]

"Did he use it to contact the Devil?" asked Samara. "I think that's a load of crap. You can't contact monsters with regular letters."

[the_cop]

Ray blinked, distracted from answering her question because of what followed. "What kind of letters are you supposed to use?"

[__badseed]

"The bad kind?" Samara shook her head, with a tiny smile. "Actually, they don't really use letters or words like people. I don't think. Maybe I made that up."

[saikamai]

Cuthbert had been driven inside by the grey weather- even though it wasn't raining, he just wasn't in the mood for work on his treehouse or wander the island. He'd get plenty of time outdoors lighting the torches tonight, he reasoned, and it would likely start getting dark earlier than usual, so he decided to try and amuse himself in the Compound.

Bert headed for the Rec Room. He'd been meaning to play around with the jookbox and see if he could get it to play anything but "Hey Jude" and "Careless Love", and this seemed as good a way as any to spend a cloudy day. When he walked in, there was a young lady with long, dark hair sitting down with her face concealed by a large book. "Hello," Bert greeted, and turned to face the colorful glow of the music-machine. He put his hands on the warm glass, and at his touch, a record raised and the needle lowered to the black surface. He read the label: "Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown" by The Rolling Stones. Well, Cuthbert didn't recognize it, and that was something. "There!" He turned around and

[__badseed]

"If it was going to bother me, it would already be bothering me," Samara said, though it may or may not have been agreement. "Can you make it play anything, or does it just bother you?"

For her part, it rarely played music when she was around. She'd always suspected it had to do with her inability to really understand why music was important.

[saikamai]

"Oh," Cuthbert said, working out whether or not it was a polite way of asking him to leave. Having Roland for a best friend had given Cuthbert the funny habit of reading each and every mild word for all it was worth; he could interpret enthusiasm (whether or not it was actually there) in the most arid statement. Since she pressed on, he was encouraged, and took a seat in a nearby armchair. "No, I can't," he said. "But I imagine if you've been here long enough, you can probably learn the trick of it. It usually only plays songs I know, though I've never heard this one." He noted the strange drawing on the table, and his eyes darted up to the book she was holding. The book was open to a page that was half-hidden from his vision by the curtain of her hair, but he could see a strange woodcut of a horned fellow, likely the Devil, and a bunch of magic-letters like had been engraved on Rhea's door.

"What's that, there?", he said, as blandly as he could manage. She did look a little spooky, for a child.

[__badseed]

"A talking board. It's also called a Ouija board. I guess you can talk to dead people and... the Devil?" Samara shook her head. "If there was a Devil, he wouldn't waste his time with a dumb piece of wood with the alphabet on it."

The picture of the Devil wasn't very scary, though she did note that he had hooves. As a horse did.

[miss_crewe]

Making her way over to the bookcase to find something to read, Sara couldn't help but notice the other girl with her eyes on a book. She had a strange piece of paper beside her, with letters and numbers written out on it. The only thing Sara could think that it might be used for was teaching reading and writing. Perhaps, Sara reasoned, she was planning to teach someone their alphabet?

Curious - and in any case, always interested in making a new acquaintance - Sara stepped closer to her and asked, 'Excuse me, but what is that for?'

[__badseed]

"The book says you can use it to contact the dead," Samara told her. "But I'm not sure that's true. Dead people don't sit around and wait for you to talk with them through letters on a board. And monsters don't use the alphabet."

[miss_crewe]

'To contact the dead?' Sara echoed, quite intrigued by the idea. She had always believed in Heaven, and the thought of her mama and papa looking down upon the Earth and sending her their love had often been a comfort to her. This seemed something quite different, however, but no less intriguing.

'Perhaps the only reason they don't talk to us usually is because they can't,' she suggested, 'because they need something like this to do it.' She frowned down at the board, as though something supernatural might happen at any moment, and asked, in a low voice, 'How is it supposed to work?'

[__badseed]

"We need something called a planchette," Samara read. "I don't have one, and neither does the games closet. The book said this is something people do at parties." Her eyebrows went up.

"What kind of parties?"