Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

The thing about living in a manner dangerously close to sad hermit was that you mightn't necessarily notice when the island was acting strange than usual. Though, even if she had been paying more attention, Cara currently had a more pressing concern in that the beer taps were currently not working properly, the liquid coming out much stronger and less fizzy than usual.

She sighed and made a sign.

Special
Half price spirits.

The Causeway, Friday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Molly had gone bright and early to the Portalocity office, and then been stymied in her attempt to buy a ticket by a couple things: she didn't know anything about finding her 'home dimension', and apparently? She was 23 years in the future. The office staff had been wary of getting her a ticket when those things came as a surprise.

Also, one of them was mad at Kenzi for something about a watch.

Way deep inside her, Kenzi was cackling and high-fiving herself.

So now it was back to the Causeway. And if she couldn't walk across? She was going to swim if she had to.

[ooc: expecting one, but open for any!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

The Big Boo was going to do his best to boo-lend in, at least until he could get a pretty secure foothold in the body he was possessing or until he got boored and decided to wander back home to Monstro Town. The trouble with that was (as if it hadn't already been obvious after his radio broadcast yesterday), he really had no idea what it was a 'Sparkle' did, booyond his class schedule and the days he worked at different shops in town.

So, when he stepped into Dite's today and look a look around...

Well...

If anyone needed Sparkle or Boo today, they would be parked firmly behind the counter at Dite's, blushing furiously and covering Sparkle's face.

Not looking not looking not looking...

Somewhere deep down, Sparkle was just laughing. If he had to be possessed by anyone, at least he got an amusing ghost.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[justwantedfriends]

It was probably a good thing that Kira didn't have any classes today, because she wouldn't have been able to make it through them. She hadn't been able to sleep for days, and when she did sleep, she had nightmares about drowning and being trapped in a deep, freezing dark. She was starting to see things that she knew couldn't really be there, and she could have sworn she was hearing things too, but she wasn't sure if that was from the lack of sleep or her brain deciding that hey, freaking out with music no one else could hear would be awesome.

Needing more caffeine, Kira went to the Perk and purchased her fourth cup of coffee for the day before sitting down at one of the tables by the window. The coffee was going to have to keep her awake and get the taste of coughed up bugs out of her mouth, so hopefully it was strong.

[Open!]

Our Lady of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

Samara had been having the time of her death in Fandom. Free to wander this island, pour her fear and anger directly into people's heads without waiting for a tape to get passed around, drive a horse insane (Though sadly not into the ocean. Yet.) and show up to torment her victims in person even before their seventh-day moment of death had arrived, she'd been as close to happy as a spirit composed entirely of misery, abandonment and rage could ever manage.

Until she'd tried to follow that woman. The one with the coffee-shop apron who'd made the mistake of spending her lunchbreak on Wednesday eating free popcorn, and spent the last three days picking centipedes out of the espresso beans and dreaming of burning trees. The one who Samara had hoped was heading for Galactica Point to throw herself off when she rushed out into the streets babbling about how there had to be a way to end this, but no. Instead, she had run to the church.

Where Samara -- rage as much as she liked, throw as much water at the doors as she could suck up from the nearby sea or down from the sky -- could not get in.

That localized thunderstorm over the graveyard? Pardon the psychic, psychotic, demon ghost eight-year-old. She's having a bit of a tantrum.

[OOC: Church is open for sanctuary or for anybody who needs to discover that it is sanctuary. Graveyard is open for any evil spirits who want a place to meet and plot.]

Into the Preserve, Friday Early Afternoon

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Getting a bucket and filling it with salt had been surprisingly easy. As it turned out, even Fosse wasn't a huge fan of the idea of being possessed by interloping ghosts, and Elsa and Cosette were now well armed with all of the salt they could get their hands on after a pit-stop in the school cafeteria for good measure.

Now they were wandering through the preserve, looking for a rowan tree, like the ones that they needed in order to create a dowsing rod. Finding the tree would be easy enough - the preserve was full of them, after all. The trek itself, on the other hand?

"I'm going to stop jumping at shadows any minute now, I promise," Elsa whispered, fingers holding on, white-knuckled, to the handle of the bucket. "Aaany minute."

[OOC: For the partner in crime, but open preserve is open, if anybody wants to wander in!]

Town Hall, Late Friday Night

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

A general call had gone out - emails, and some texts, not that Ron's assistants had dared to tell him that - to gather up in Town Hall because there was a crisis and it needed to be addressed. And they needed everyone on the island to, well, address it.

Once some people had gathered up, Ron walked up to the stage with visible distaste. He wasn't fond of this part, okay?

Beside him, the official liaison from the Sheriff's Department looked just about as thrilled to be there. Tamsin had her arms crossed and she was glaring daggers at the back wall. Why did she have to be on duty for this?

"Hello," Ron said into the microphone. "We are being haunted."

A brief pause.

"We should fix that."

Another pause.

"Thank you."

Tamsin rolled her eyes and nudged him away from the microphone. "Yeah, we have a ghost problem," she said, "Just in case you didn't figure that out. Which I think you all did, going by the phone calls I've been getting. Anyway, I know some of you eggheads have been hitting the books and from what I'm hearing, you're actually finding stuff. So share stuff. And then some of you are going to go beat up stuff while we fix up some other stuff around here."

Ron cleared his throat.

Then he turned around and walked back into his office.

Tamsin rolled her eyes a second time.

"People who want to help by going out and beat up stuff, go stand over there," she said. "Anyone who wants to share extra information we don't have, get your ass up here. I'm hearing weird rumors flying around about rowan branches and it's psyching me out. Thanks."

[[ wait for the ocd... ]]

Streets of Fandom, Friday evening

[trigons_child]

After discovering Jono possessed by the world's most unpleasant ghost, Raven had had every intention of going for help. She needed to call Karla, go to Dr. Lecter's home, contact anyone who might be able to help.

She'd caught the reflection of a small girl in a store window and stopped short. The reflection was gone, and it must have been just her imagination, for the girl looked much like she had as a child. Then she heard the singing, the source of which remained unseen, and the sound of the girl's voice made her shiver.

Round we go, the world is spinning,
When it stops, it's just beginning.
Sun comes up, we live, we cry
Sun goes down and then we all die.

Then images of the film she'd seen began to flash before her, a glowing ring, a woman who combed her long dark hair, the little girl she thought she'd seen again. When the thing with the tongue or whatever it was appeared, she'd instinctively jumped into the netherverse to avoid it. Even there she wasn't free, as a sudden cramping forced her to her knees, and to her horror she coughed up what seemed to be long black hair and several wires with pads attached to them.

Hallucinations plagued her for the next several -- hours? days? -- she wasn't sure how much time passed. When she finally managed to drag herself back to Fandom, she still wasn't certain what was real and what wasn't, so it was a very freaked out Raven that was now trying to make her way to Hannibal's house.

[Open!]