Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Wednesday, All Day

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

On Monday, Samara Morgan had walked out of a well into the ocean, and out of the ocean into a haunted house. She'd expected, from the way the ghosts with STAFF badges talked, to find herself back in her well on Tuesday night, with the cover firmly shut just the way that woman who was not your dirty-word mommy had left it.

Not so much. So much not so much that not only was she still here, she was still here with no nasty grown-up NO YOU MAY NOT rules wrapped all around her like choking wet well-weeds. That feeling had vanished as soon as those STAFF badges did.

No well, no rules, and no waiting for someone who still had a VHS player to stumble over her story. Instead, there was a whole empty movie theatre here, like it had just been waiting for her all these years.

NOW SHOWING

DOUBLE FEATURE, FREE ADMISSION, FREE POPCORN:

Untitled

and

Don't Watch This

Rated G. For gross.

She wasn't taking any chances. They were getting everything. Even the DVD extras. Not that she knew what DVD extras were.

[OOC: THING ONE - Ghosties who stayed, you may consider this your official Free To Be You signal to start doing your thing all over Fandom if you haven't already! You're also welcome to use the lobby or movie threads to bump into each other and hatch evil plots, if you need a place for that; Samara's film won't affect your characters aside from presumably boring the crap out of them since it's been playing at the con for two days.]

OOC: THING TWO: For the living, watching either/both of the films means you want your character to be tormented by Samara for the next 3 days, as described here. I'll send a mass e-mail for brainstorming where/when you'd like her to appear and what you're welcome to mod, etc. to those who ping in to watch. If you just want to wander in and then change your mind, there's a lobby thread where the only dangerous thing will be that the popcorn is slightly moist.]

Fast Eddies; Wednesday Afternoon

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

Travis found himself with some free time and an urge to have a go at Space Invaders again. The last time he'd been there, he hadn't really come close to his high score but he also hadn't had a panic attack so he considered that a win.

With it being dreary outside, it seemed like the perfect way to spend an afternoon. He grabbed some pizza slices from the snack bar and something to drink and situated himself at the arcade. His first try ended in...horrible, horrible death when he died in the first few seconds.

"Well, then."

Good thing he'd brought a lot of quarters with him. Or maybe that was a sad thing. No matter what it was, Travis wasn't going to stop there. Another quarter got plunked in and he was off to eliminate some aliens.

[Open place, open post for whatever!]

The streets of Fandom, Wednesday

[14andseven]

Roland generally had particular goals when he went out busking, corners where he knew he did well or where the scenery was particularly nice to look at, or routes he'd planned to take through the town to get some good coverage in.

Today he only had one goal: steer clear of the movie theater.

He didn't know why, but that place was giving him the major creeps. Eerie music box plinking at too slow a pace and in a minor key type creeps. Spooky little kid singing type creeps.

Yeeeeee.

He did his best to play something upbeat and lighthearted to counter the lingering creepiness, but kept finding himself doing things like playing "You Are My Sunshine" in a minor key.

Extra yeeeeee.

[ooc: Two for one! Interact with Roland and/OR get creeped out/creeped on by Johnny Bartlett, who I'll ping in when I get the chance!]

The Parking Lot near the Causeway, Wednesday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was... well, basically she was getting back from a 'shopping' trip. The X-Mas was coming people. You gotta be ready!

Which was when she noticed someone running after the bus that had just left, trying to catch up.

[open after the thread with lostonhwy41]

Devil's Nest | Wednesday

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Since Buffy was out of town for a bit, Tiny was manning the bar. The ghosties were in luck because he probably had a less violent approach to the dead than Buffy would have.

Book Haven, Wednesday, 12/03

[not_a_moonie]

Alana found herself staying at the shop a little late. She wished she could say it was because she was working on some awesome project, but the truth was she'd gotten distracted reading a terrible sci-fi romance and then had to scramble to catch up with all the stuff she was supposed to do to start with.

But. Now the shop was tidy, the register was squared away, and Alana just had one late-arriving special order to track down before she could go home.

[OOC: Open but Tate's thread is first!]

The Graveyard, Late Wednesday Night

[furnaceface]

There was a fire in the graveyard.

Or, rather, there was a man on fire, taking a casual stroll between the gravestones. Every now and again, he'd make a show of leaning forward to inspect a tombstone, and then, in a voice that wasn't at all tangible but could be heard loud and clear all the same, he'd mutter something about this guy owing him money, or that guy being a boring ass. That woman there was a lousy lay. Just in case anybody cared.

He spent a little while just casually lounging among the tombstones, contemplating just what sort of mischief he'd like to cause, now that he was in not only a real, physical body, but a frigging hideous one, and then decided to do as any self-respecting ghost possessing a crazy flaming monster would do.

...

Twenty minutes later, he was back with a sizable bag of alcohol. Don't ask where he got it. He certainly hadn't paid for it. And a few minutes later he was coming to the realization that this whole possession thing would be working out much better for him if the body he'd taken over had, you know, a mouth.

Maybe he could talk somebody into giving him a good lay in exchange for the cheap booze, instead. Some liked it hot, right?

[OOC: ..... Idek. It's late, so I didn't want to crash any posts, but here, have a Betelgeuse-possessed Jono, being a dick in the graveyard. Open as these things get!]