[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

[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?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[Realization flashes across his face and he drags a hand down it.]}

Rituals, right. The witching hour or...something.

_{[He folds his arms as he sits there in the air, glowering at Alice like a cat who's been cheated out of a saucer of cream.]}

Well, this is gonna be fun. Don't you have some chores you can go do?

[victoriantype]

Is that what it's called?

[Alice frowns at the glower.] You look like Dinah when I tell her playtime's finished.

[But she blinks at the question.] Chores? No. I've done those already. ..Do ghosts have to do chores?

[Because why else would he bring them up, right?]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW's face pulls another fantastic pout. UGH. How dare she compare him to a CAT. He's assuming Dinah is the wretched animal in the room.]}

Well there's got to be something you can keep yourself busy with.

_{[He drifts back to the mirror, but alas, it is only a mirror for now.]}

The only chores I have are the ones I choose.

[victoriantype]

That must be very nice.. I don't get much of a choice in mine. [Alice almost bites back a giggle at his pout.] Stop sulking, Dinah's a very nice cat once you get to know her. And I can't really think of anything right now, no.

[Idly, she heads towards her bed to fold her blanket.]

[goldeneyeball]

I AM NOT SULKING.

_{[His whole outline prickles again as he turns away from her to frown at his lack of a reflection. He continues to glower into the looking glass until he feels it. An awful pang sort of feeling, right in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't have time to react before he finds himself drifting backwards. He grabs for the mirror, but all he does is leave a foggy patch on it.]}

What--

_{[To his horror, he sees it. She's pulling him as if he were a party balloon. That book was more powerful than he thought, he--he's tethered. SHIT. He can't let her find out!]}

[victoriantype]

What? [Alice blinks and looks over her shoulder as she starts to work on folding. She slows and then stops with a] ...Are you a little closer than before?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He turns to face her, throwing one leg over the other as if he were reclining in a fancy chair.]}

I moved. I can do that.

[victoriantype]

[Alice looks at him for a long moment.] ..Yes, well. It just seems like you're moving very fast. [She makes short work of folding the blanket and then thinks of something] Do you count sheep when you can't sleep?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He folds his arms EVEN HARDER. It almost looks like he's hugging himself. Nervous about something.]}

Ghosts can't sleep.