[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]

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!

[goldeneyeball]

That's pretty much the idea, yes.

You don't know much about ghosts, do you?

[victoriantype]

Not as much as I'd like, no.

[She flips through the book, slowing a few times.] Hm..

Is that all you do?

[goldeneyeball]

Of course not. I can do all kinds of things. Horrible things.

_{[Like make you need to put on mittens.]}

[victoriantype]

Oh? [A beat.] You don't look so horrible!

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[JW is all ready to launch into a list of the skills he's learned while dead when she cuts him off with what could possibly be taken as a compliment.]

[The first kind words the ghost has heard in a long, long time. He wears a proper gobsmacked expression before his whole image warps. His colors mute out into an unappealing green, his fingers grow long and clawed and his mouth stretches into an ugly, jagged jack-o-lantern frown.]</sub>

WELL I AM!

[victoriantype]

[Alice's eyes widen as he transforms. But if he's expecting a shriek of anything besides sheer surprise, Alice won't be delivering. She stares for a long moment, looking at his fingers and his jack-o-lantern frown and then beams.] You can transform!

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[This.]

[Is the exact opposite of the reaction JW wants.]

[He deflates back into his natural state, shoulders notably more slumped than before. He even floats a little closer to the carpet. She should have been shaking and crying for her mother right now! For shit's sake her CAT hasn't even left the room! This is not ideal. Not at all.]</sub>

What's wrong with you?

[victoriantype]

Nothing? [Once he transforms back, Alice offers him a handkerchief.] It's just that I've never met anyone who can transform! I've also never met a ghost, so it's just very exciting.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW attempts to take it out of reflex and alas, his hand passes right through. He only takes a moment to realize what he's done and recoils from Alice.]}

This isn't exciting! This is horrifying! This is proof of something beyond the veil, a world filled with creatures you couldn't possibly hope to understand and I'm threatening you.

_{[His edges shudder as he struggles to explain the situation and he holds out his hands as if he would very much like to take the child by the shoulders and shake her in his desperation.]}

[victoriantype]

No, it's both. It's horrifying and exciting and.. [And Alice trails off as it knd of all sinks in. Her shoulders droop as a lot of the energy drains out of her. With a heavy sigh she looks back through the book.] You want to go back that badly? I'll see if I can find something.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He heaves out a frustrated sigh and leans back into a mid-air reclining position.]}

Finally. Let's get it over with. And then burn that book.

[victoriantype]

[She mumbles a "Right" and slows on a page.] Here we are.. Oh. It says it can't work until midnight. [Alice frowns a little.] Spells can be time specific, then?