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Character Names: Meirin (farsightedness), Finnian (lovesoutdoors)(?), OPEN!
When: Late night.
Location: The Parlor
Summary: Meirin holds a seance to...talk to ghosts.
Rating: No higher than PG-13
Warnings: Possible hijinks.
Status: Ongoing



Meirin had placed the invitations, all handwritten in careful script, throughout the manor. Oh, she'd made sure to see to her duties first -- the washing, the dusting, the sweeping, the mopping. And just to be doubly sure, she checked with Mister Sebastian to see if he needed her help with anything else.

He didn't.

So now it was time to retreat to the usual place for parlor games -- the parlor. Though secretly she thought a seance was a little more serious than that. Meirin was more than a touch superstitious, but she was also curious.

She dusted out the seats of the chairs and lit the candles on the round table. To the side she prepared tea and a few small cakes. You can take the maid out of the uniform, but you can't take the--

Scratch that. She's still wearing the uniform.

Meirin sighed and smiled to herself as she settled into one of the chairs. Who knows what the night would hold! Maybe she would actually get to speak to a ghost! ...Nevermind that there was one standing in the corner of the room, watching her.

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[lovesoutdoors.livejournal.com]

Finny had never really done anything like a seance before, nor did he really know much about them or even how they worked, but he had started to walk towards the parlor, after making sure the garden had been tended to and he for once didn't kill off a tree when it didn't need to die.

A little bird flew behind him, though usually no one could see him except Finny, but he knew he was there flapping away next to him, trying to keep up with his pace as he soon got to the room he was meant to go in.

"Meirin!" he had his usual cheery voice, as the bird could finally land on it's intended target on top of Finny's head for the time being while the young boy wasn't moving for the mean time.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

Although Dende had received an invitation his inability to read prevented him from understanding the whole of the event. He did get the word 'parlor', and that was why he had spent the day frequently peeking in just to see. Finally his spying had been rewarded as there was now a person setting things up, and a table filled with delightful looking... what were those?

Not as timid and shy, Dende's brother Cargo runs up to grabs one, but seems to forget he's dead and just knocks it on the floor. Dende promptly followed in after his brother to prevent him from making more of a mess.

"Cargo! Stop that! You're going to get me in trouble!"

[farsightedness.livejournal.com]

"Finny! You're right on time!"

She thinks. Meirin pauses with her head tilted to the side thoughtfully. Did she remember to put a time on the invitations... The Phantomhive maid blinks a couple of times and shakes that one lonely little thought out of her head.

"Let's try to talk to some ghosts!"

She smiles before noticing the peeker who promptly joined them. Meirin hurried to his side, preparing to pour tea.

"Welcome!" Though his sundden conversation confused her a little.

Okay, a lot.

"Ah...it's okay. I'm sure...Cargo wouldn't do that to you."