Well. It's nice to see Tim can find something to snap at him about even when he is literally incapable of speech or any action whatsoever.

Jay rolls his eyes and watches Tim set everything up, even going so far as to turn out the lights. Ooh, spooky.

And now Tim's waiting for - what, for Jay to ~guide his hands~ to the answers? What fucking ever.

Well, he drew a line in some flour and he knocked over a roll of paper towels. No sense in not trying this.

He sighs heavily and lowers his hand down to the planchette. It passes through, as expected, but for a second there's something - else.

"Whoa." He pulls his hand back sharply, staring down at the cheap looking thing, then lowers his hand again.

He's not moving it. He's not. But it is... moving, gently, slowly. Is Tim doing it? Jay frowns and thinks very hard about moving toward "I".