[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Phasmophobia
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
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	As the world shifted around Mary Sue, she felt at peace for a moment, fairly confident that, if they were being loaded into a new game, they'd at least have a brief moment of reprieve. Games, she reasoned, typically didn't come out with things to kill you right out of the gate. She didn't know how they were actually going to get out of this situation, but that just meant they had to assume that it was going to last awhile. She was already down two lives, and that meant that she no longer had room for error. Now was the time for tactics, to try to understand their situation so they could take advantage of it.

	Taking in the situation around them, Mary Sue was briefly reminded of a scary story her dad had told her once, where he and her mom had been forced to go toe to claw with a demon bear. That was the extent of what she knew about ghosts, but she considered that her indirect knowledge of the [i]real[/i] supernatural wasn't particularly useful in the context of the video game. Mary Sue grabbed for a flashlight. "[color=ff48a5]There are a lot of myths about salt protecting from ghosts; lines of salt blocking their entrance to an area.[/color]" Mary Sue explained, absently, as she took the EMF detector and UV light, before heading out, sticking close to Dorian and Sabine,