Feeling the Feelings was indeed a snare that captured pretty much any soul who...had a soul? Even better news for them, should that be the case for the Mayor.
"Well my schedule is free from here on out until we find a way back home. So I'd say any time is as good as any if you'd like to go give her a call." Loki realized he made it sound easier than it was. Sometimes talking to the dead was just as easy as trying to find a decent movie on the cooky televisions they had. It was hit or miss. "Typical items for cleansing in any manner of speaking is sage. White candles. And some water blessed by a priest--just kidding. About the water. Since Voodoo appears to be their religion in working it would be wise to bring salt and brick dust. Most importantly, your belief."
He didn't want to sound like a minister but magic was consistent in it's power by the strength of the believer. Voodoo was interesting in that it's power dealt strongly in belief. The brick dust would prevent anyone or anything with intent to harm and the salt would repel negative magic. Or it should have from what he'd studied.
"I'm all yours for the rest of the evening and longer if you'd like, Tashypoo." That sounded devious but he of course didn't mean it like that, mischievous as his smirk was. "Please do tell."