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"What the fuck are you doing?" Harlow furrows her brows at Daniel's voice, twisting around to look at him through the eyes of her character, her VR headset already in place. She doesn't usually like playing in VR, suffers motion sickness terribly from it, but she's taken the necessary precautions to, hopefully, prevent the pain today—because she hates that her VR is left gathering dust in her office when it was so kindly gifted to her. But she's taken the tablets, got the motion sickness bands on her wrists, and she has her sister watching her stream in the living room downstairs, ready to intervene should Harlow need to make a hasty escape.
"I'm dancing," she eventually tells him, dropping to a crouch and drawing her fingers across the floor, hoping it's conveyed in-game. She's not surprised when she later learns that it looks like her arm is going through her knee. "Stella's been learning this new dance and honestly it's stuck in my head. I wish I could dance."
"Not that," Daniel laughs, "I saw in chat that you're playing in VR? Will you be okay?"
"Why's that?" Kevin asks, then, unmuting himself after talking with his chat.
"I get a bit motion sick, that's all," Harlow says, shrugging it off as she pushes herself back upright. "Don't worry, Daniel. Kinsley's on stand-by if anything goes wonky on my end."
"Just tell us if you start feeling sick, alright?" Kevin says, and Harlow watches as his character picks up the basketball in the lobby-slash-basement they're currently convened in. "We can end the round for you to get yourself sorted."
Harlow smiles. "Will do—are you sure you're the same Kevin from YouTube, by the way? You seem much nicer."
Kevin laughs. "Turg's been a bad influence on me."
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"Do you think all these ghosts are victims of Jim Pickens?" Harlow asks in the middle of a hunt, as she and the others stand in the corner of a dark room, hopefully void of the ghost that's currently hoping to invite them to the afterlife with him. "I mean, there's a lot of them—and some of them might be powerful enough to turn into Demons, I don't know how it works."
"Why would they haunt other places when they all live in Jim's—oh, feck, do you think the ghosts I've left behind remember him?" Kevin asks. "They'll be missing him, no?"
"I can't say—I don't have reason to hoard dead Sims yet." Harlow shakes her head, and turns on her flashlight to test the waters. It doesn't flash, the ghost of Brenda Smith has stopped haunting them.
"I should hope not, too," Kiwo says, "You're playing a 100 Baby Challenge, Harlow. Why would you need headstones there?"
"Maybe I just like killing men." Harlow shrugs, following Daniel's character back out into the main room of the farmhouse. They've got freezing temperatures and ghost writing so far, so they've narrowed it down to a Demon or a Yurei. "Maybe I should start killing of the Baby Daddies to avoid accidentally... recycling them, I guess?"
"And on that note," Daniel begins, moving his character towards the front door, "I'm going to check for Orbs. Who's gonna grab the spirit box and try with that?"
"Oh! I will!" Harlow volunteers, already racing towards the door. "I wanna see how Brenda reacts to being called a dickhead."
"I don't think she'll take it to well, you know," Kevin says, "Considering she just rushed us for calling her a bitch."
They all return to the van. Daniel goes straight to look at the cameras, while Harlow picks up the Spirit Box and takes the opportunity to look at their mental states. Kevin's is the lowest. She grins.
"Hey, Mr. Call Me, can I sacrifice you to the ghost?" She asks him, turning to look up at his character. "You've got the worst mental state here."
"Realistic," Kevin hums, then turns to face the house. "Let's go get me killed."
"Wait—what?!"
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