Marco took a deep breath, nodding absently in response. "I did, yeah," he responded, just as Oliver expected. "It mostly takes a lot of atmosphere, and, um, suggestion. You know, if the room looks right, and the person doing the seance is dressed right, that's half of it. And then I'm, um, you know... Easily distracted, so when you're presented as a medium and not a schizophrenic, then the voices that you're hearing is obviously ghosts." He chuckled a little at that, because it still kind of felt weird when he thought too hard on it. "And then it's just changing your voice and doing a cold reading."
He tried to think of any good seance stories, but none came to mind. He bit his thumbnail for a moment, then snapped and pointed at Oliver. "This one's not a seance story, but, uh, I was sent out to go do a bachelorette party reading last minute, in place of Madame Ophelia, and the party thought I was a stripper. That's not a favorite story, but it's a weird funny one."