[MEME] OH NO A GHOST

[wolfintheattic]

OKAY LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
I wanna play a ghost. Below are some prompts.
I'm not super picky about setting or 'verse.

A- Your character is a paranormal investigator, an obnoxious tv show host, or is otherwise exploring an area that is said to be haunted for whatever reason. Maybe it's a dare.

B- My character's ghost just SHOWS UP in your character's home. Did your character buy some haunted shit off ebay? Maybe my character died nearby or was summoned via Ouija board by some stupid teenagers at that party you hosted last month. Either way, you got yourself a haunted house now. Congrats.

C- Your character is also a ghost. Maybe they died together. Maybe my character is new to this whole being dead thing and yours shows them the ghostly ropes. Maybe it's the other way around. Either way, ghost adventures are had. _{Not currently looking for new PLSs with this plot!}

D- Your character is a necromancer-type-person and has summoned mine's spirit to do their bidding.

E- Your character is an exorcist and is here to shoo mine out of their current haunt or otherwise help them move on.

F- Our characters are friends. Mine died and has returned to hang out/help/finish some business with yours.

G- Your character moves into the house mine is currently haunting. EXCUSE U.

H- POSSESSION. It happened somehow.

IF A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO MEET IS MISSING, LET ME KNOW.

Comments

[victoriantype]

[Alice looked around for the source of the voice as her cat meowed and burrowed into its bed. She eased the book closed with a,] That must be some sort of comfort... [She shivered a little.] Where are you?

[goldeneyeball]

That's what I'd like to know.

_{[Now the voice sounds annoyed and a tapping comes from the other side of her foggy mirror.]}

[victoriantype]

[Alice looks around and hears the tapping. It clicks a second later and she quickly flips the book open to a new page.] How did you-- Anyway, one minute. [And there's a quick spell recited before the mirror shimmers and swings open like a door.] There we are!

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[A very tall, very disheveled man who didn't look terribly dead at all save for the fact that he was transparent leans out of the mirror door and gives Alice's room a thorough squint. Then he gives Alice herself an even squintier squint with his dark, empty eyes. This did not look like some kind of necromancy chamber and Alice certainly didn't look like a necromancer.]

[She doesn't have a robe or any weird tattoos, but she does have A Book.]

[He folds his long arms.]</sub>

Does your father know you're playing with that?

[victoriantype]

[Alice frowns a little at the question and bristles.] The book is mine, thank you very much!

[Alice's room is pretty clean, all things considered, with nice wooden furniture and some books scattered out. Dinah gives a mew and peeks from under her bedding.]

Are you going to come in?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He lifts a brow but doesn't come out yet. If he's lucky, he'll get a quick dismissal.]}

That depends. What do you want? What on EARTH could a....what. What are you, seven? What could a seven-year-old want with a stranger's ghost?

[victoriantype]

[Alice blinks.] What do you mean, what do I want? You don't look like any sort of genie- and my mirror isn't a lamp!

[With another blink, she flips back to the spell she used and shows him the page. On it is a very cutsey ghost waving happily at a human next to the summoning poem.] See? It's just meant to greet ghosts!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW leans down and wishes very badly that he'd died with his glasses on.]}

Huh...does it have a poem about saying goodbye to a ghost?

[victoriantype]

[Alice pulls the book back and looks through it, nodding.] Here's one! But I thought ghosts could come and go as they pleased?

[goldeneyeball]

Hardly.

_{[JW finally invites himself to step out of the mirror and hovers there a good foot above the floor. He quickly moves to the window. It fogs up and he lets out a grunt of disgust.]}

You brought me here, didn't you? You've got to be the one to send me away.

_{[Or a priest. But he hopes a priest isn't brought into this because kids tend to be much more logical.]}

Where am I?

[victoriantype]

So it's like being a dinner host.

[Alice nods and then answers.] England, at my home. This is my bedroom. Are you really so eager to leave?

[goldeneyeball]

And you're doing a pretty sorry job.

_{[He glowers at her over his shoulder, finally awake enough to be properly cantankerous.]}

England, huh...ya'll really drive on the wrong side of the road?

_{[He ignores her question.]}

[victoriantype]

Well you're being terribly rude! Besides, ghosts can't eat anything.. Or sleep..

[She frowns at him and sighs at the question.] No, we drive on the left.

[Rude, JW. :( Wow.]

[goldeneyeball]

S'what I thought. The wrong side.

_{[He tries to wipe the fog away from the window but his hand just goes right through it. He sighs.]}

You really shouldn't read spells out loud unless you know exactly what you're doing. Something way nastier than me could have come through that mirror.

_[Imagine.]

If I were you, I'd burn that book after sending me back.

[victoriantype]

[Alice frowns] The book said exactly what I was doing. [But it hadn't specified what kind of ghost someone could say "hello" to. Alice sighs and closes the book.] Not exactly, actually. It was very vauge.

[She eyes the book like she'd eye Dinah for trying to climb the curtians.] ....That seems very odd, doesn't it? [Alice blinks and walks over to JW, standing near him.] Something worse?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW continues to pretend he can see through the foggy window. He doesn't want to look at her. He's here. He's in the world of the living again after...he doesn't even know how long. And honestly he's sort of scared. The air around him drops a good twenty degrees.]}

Much worse. That little limerick of yours opened up a revolving door to the afterlife. Just be glad it was me walking by and not a bear or an ax murderer or something from another world entirely. It all dumps out into one place after all.

[victoriantype]

[Alice shivers and makes short work of finding a blanket. Once it's around her shoulders, she blinks at JW like he just said the sky was made of marshmallows.]

It does? Aren't there two sections of the afterlife?

[goldeneyeball]

Aren't you nosy?

_{[He finally turns to look at her again. Maybe he can intimidate her into making him leave. The ghost narrows his eyes and manages to stand even taller than he would have if he were alive.]}

You'll find out one day.

[victoriantype]

[Alice gives him a sigh and a somewhat pointed look.] Well, yes, I probably will. I doubt I'll live forever. And I'm not nosy! [As he grows taller, Alice almost shrinks back. Almost. But he's not the Red Queen, or even 1/16th as scary.]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW continues to loom. He has every intention of cowing her. Little does the spiritknow who he's dealing with.]}

Little girl, send me home right now.

[victoriantype]

[Alice frowns and straightens up properly.] You could at least ask! Are you always so rude?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[Yes. Yes he is.]}

Nobody asked me if I wanted to come here! You yanked me like a dog on a chain!

_{[The air grows colder. Alice will find her breath fogging before her.]}

[victoriantype]

Well, there wasn't anything in the poem about asking! And I didn't know it would yank you! [As Alice's breath puffs into fog, she pulls the blanket tigter.] It was an honest mistake, it isn't as if I've done this before!

[goldeneyeball]

For God's sake, I'll do it myself!

_{[He snatches for the book. His hand passes harmlessly through it.]}

[victoriantype]

[Alice steps back, pulling the book to her.] No, I'll do it for you. Rude.. You could scare someone suddenly grabbing for them like that!