Ghost-Con Day 1: Monday, December 1st (Haunted House, Ingvar Islet)

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From Fandom, there wasn't much to see on Ingvar's rocky, wooded shore besides the occasional flickering light in the house by the pier, and who didn't know that place was haunted? Nothing for the living to concern themselves with.

The dead, though? They would find a nice, warm welcome here.

Fine, fine, a nice cold welcome if you wanted to get all literal about it, but it was the thought that counted.

[OOC: Open for bidness! The Living (squirrels count here although now I want someone to sneak in a frustrated ghost squirrel who can't report on the Con no matter how hard he tries) are welcome to notice said occasional flickering lights, but otherwise, NFB.]

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Opening Ceremonies - 1st Floor Parlor

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"Boys, Ghouls, and Phantoms of Indeterminate And/Or Irrelevant Gender Because Seriously Who The Hell Needs That Crap When You're Dead, Welcome to Ghost-Con 2014! I am your host - your... Ghost Host." The eerie, booming laughter tended to play better to the crowds of terrified humans at his usual day job, but that didn't stop the stick-thin spectre with the rotted noose around his neck from chuckling too long at his own joke. "If you haven't checked in yet, please glide over to registration, where you can pick up your schedules, convention maps ( 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ) and room assignments. Just because most of us don't need to sleep doesn't mean we can't find a use for some--" Another rumble of laughter, this time in a tone most definitely Disney-unapproved. "Personal space."

"Though I do have to warn anyone who might think of using such personal space for...oh, let's say storing kidnapped humans whose life essence you plan to drain slowly over the next two days leaving only a decaying shriveled husk in their place -- just to pick a completely ridiculous example -- that's a no-go. For insurance purposes, we've been obliged to install a Cone Of Silence Anti-Violence spell. Tee Em." For a guy who still thought 'Ghost Host' was hilarious, he was making an awfully picky face about somebody else's rhyme. "No guest of Ghost-Con will be able to reveal the convention's existence to the living, or cause physical or spiritual harm to any other being, living or dead, here or on any of the nearby islands, for the length of the convention."

After that, this place was somebody else's problem.

"But have no fear, fellow spooks; fear is for the living. There are many other ways to enjoy yourself here: Panels to attend, haunting tips and tricks to pick up, old and new friends to meet and greet, and a lucky few may even find a green ticket in their registration packet, entitling them to an extra hour in the ball pit!"

Every registration packet had a green ticket in it. Also, the ball pit was open 24/7 and didn't actually require a ticket to get in. But everybody everywhere, even the dead, loved free swag.

Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

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Pick up your information packets, wave to old acquaintances, avoid the crabby-looking old bat half bricked into the wall beside the fireplace.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[filthy-world.livejournal.com]

Tate didn't get how he was at some fucking convention and not stuck hanging around his old neighborhood mooning over Violet like the world's greatest weenie (undead division). He'd just known about the convention and gone, like he was some normal person who got to go places anymore.

Either way, he wasn't complaining: Getting away meant new people to meet, new places to haunt, new things to think about instead of going over the same old crap. He flicked through the information packet for all of fifteen seconds before deciding it was boring and starting to fold a page from the schedule into an origami dragon instead. Maybe he'd meet somebody who could make it breathe fire.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[nonlivingforce.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon picked up his information packet and nodded gravely at the old bat in the wall.

It wasn't like he hadn't been peppered with annoyed cursing before his death...

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[scoreof40.livejournal.com]

A convention wasn't exactly what Johnny had been expecting when he dragged himself out of Hell for the second time (poor Patty couldn't keep up; he was going to miss her . . .). But, hey, he could be flexible. New place meant a whole new town full of people to terrorize, this time maybe even without any meddling psychic assholes. The "no killing during the convention" thing was a downer, but maybe he could network with some other serial killers. Learn some new tricks.

He flipped through his program, his expression falling as he did. "What, there's not even a panel on killing? Aw come on!"

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[roadmapofpain.livejournal.com]

Dammers glared suspiciously at the woman in the wall as he snatched up his registration packet.

"How many spirits -- precisely -- have signed up for this convention?" he demanded, then muttered to himself as he tried counting up the registration packets. "Two days . . . at least . . . twenty spirits . . . the meaning of twos. . . ."

This might go on for a little while.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[nuclear_snide]

Bob could think of ways he'd rather be spending his time, but the whole "punishment for all eternity" thing rather put a damper on that. So, since somehow he'd actually managed to get away from his skull for this thing, he was definitely going to make the best of it.

He couldn't help but worry a bit about Harry, but he did that all the time no matter where he was.

He ignored the old bat in the wall; she was definitely not stacked his type.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[lostonhwy41.livejournal.com]

Molly was looking somewhere between terrified and disbelieving as she tried to avoid bumping into anyone, not yet realizing how unlikely that could get.

"Excuse me, but... I think I'm in the wrong place."

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[woman1nwhite.livejournal.com]

No one was there. And then Constance was.

She stayed silent, still, and then was suddenly at the registration table, staring from behind a curtain of dark hair.

"...I'm cold..."

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[makemymilennium.livejournal.com]

If anybody needed Betelgeuse, he was going to be right here, making faces at the half-bricked old bat in the wall.

"So, just how packed in there are you, anyway?" He was even getting a good eyebrow-waggle in there. "You ever want out of there, have a problem with the living, need some quality exterminating done, call me, baby. Three times. Here's my card; I'll be here all week."

That would in no way be a good idea, lady.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[notatotalpsycho.livejournal.com]

The convention was looking to be... interesting. It could have been worse, though. Peter could have been stuck in a poor written MTV show at the moment.

So. There was that going for him.

Even as he turned his nose up at a few of the less savory guests. Yes, the murderous werewolf was judging.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[i-want-my-body.livejournal.com]

After the deafening roar of a fighter jet landing, followed by the grating sound of something big and metal transforming into a different, but almost identical, big metal thing, Starscream got his foot in the door.

Literally. He stuck it there accidentally while peering in the third floor window. "What kind of imbecile organized this convention?!?!" he demanded. "How am I, the guest of honor, supposed to give my speech if I can't even get through the door?!?!?!"

Before he'd finished his whining, he began to shrink. "I demand to see the organizer! I demand compensation! I demand... WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!? I'm shrinking!!! Stop that!!! Whoever's doing this, I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!"

He stopped shrinking at around seven feet tall, and peered, blinking, into the parlor. "...After the convention. I will destroy you after that." He stepped into the room and waved. "Greetings, puny fleshling sparks! You may begin the convention now! I, your new leader, have arrived!!!"

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[blinkyinkypinky.livejournal.com]

There were four ghosts hovering near the information packets, and darting their eyes at one another.

Then, at once, they separated. Blinky was headed towards the food, Inky was hanging back in the nearest corner, Pinky had to check her make-up, and Clyde ... was floating in circles.

Clyde was not quite the braintrust of the four.

Re: Registration and Mingling - 1st Floor Parlor

[summonsbureau.livejournal.com]

While Tsuzuki was dealing with finding their rooms, Hisoka had been sent to pick up their information packets. He was standing in the hall slightly off to the side, reading through the materials.

(frozen comment) Dealers' Room / Exhibit Hall: 1st Floor, Room 4

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Dealers' Room / Exhibit Hall: Open Table

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If you don't have your own table, you can still leave your business cards, flyers, and room-party invitations here for others to pick up! Or leave a note on the whiteboard about your missing ghost-dog or that hot headless redhead you saw across the room at opening ceremonies and would love to hook up with.

The Bar: 1st Floor, Room 5

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Your friendly [modded] barkeep will happily mix you any drink you ever tasted while you were alive.

Well, the memory of any drink you ever tasted while you were alive, which looks a lot like mist in an otherwise empty glass, and tastes just slightly less great than it did when you were alive.

Re: The Bar: 1st Floor, Room 5

[nonlivingforce.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon had something blue and glowing to go with his blue and glowing self.

Oh, Qui-Gon cracked himself up.

Video Screening Room: 1st Floor, Room 9

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It's pretty much playing this (warning for some finger-damage and bug grossness), 24/7, unless you plug your own tape into the machine by the door. In that case, the well will graciously leave the screen to make way for [the meta version of] whatever ghost-themed movie or tv show you'd like to view.




[If your character is watching something else, make your own sub-threads with the title of in the subject line! If there's no meta title listed for a work of fiction, feel free to make one up; reality tv and non-fiction don't need to be meta'd.]

Video Screening Room: My Life Totally Sucks

[filthy-world.livejournal.com]

Tate watched My Life Totally Sucks, that Christmas episode where the homeless girl is all inspirational at people until she ends up saving the queer kid who got kicked out of his house. And then she turns out to be a ghost, naturally.

It was about the sappiest thing on the planet, but the lead actress was really freaking hot when she wasn't cryfacing at everything. Besides, it had first aired back when he'd been a sophomore, and watching it reminded him how annoying everybody had been back in high school. That was pleasantly familiar, in that poking-at-a-bruise way.

He rolled his eyes every scene or two but made absolutely no moves to leave the room.

Ghostly Karaoke With the Graveyard Band: 1st Floor, Room 10

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Just what it says on the tin. Across the hall from the bar so your fellow guests and pretend to drink in peace, and open until 7 pm.

(After that, the band will be upstairs providing music you can dance to, and they'll take care of the singing as well.)

Re: Ghostly Karaoke With the Graveyard Band: 1st Floor, Room 10

[makemymilennium.livejournal.com]

"Anything, anything but Harry Belafonte," Betelgeuse decreed as he walked up to the stage. "The ghost with the most has an itch to entertain!"

The band started to play The Monster Mash.

"... Okay, you and I, we need to have a chat about what I mean by anything. What I mean is something good."

Con Suite: 2nd Floor, Room 13

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It's a big black room full of big black emptiness and a crapload of spiritual energy to munch on. You want free Twizzlers, you came to the wrong con.

(frozen comment) Monday Panels and Workshops - 2nd Floor Parlor

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Try not to be distracted by the occasional moans from the fellow trapped under the fallen bookcase. He'll be fine.

[Panels are held consecutively, starting in the afternoon and finishing by nightfall.]

Monday Panel 1: Haunted: The Living And You -- Barbara Maitland and Milton Dammers

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[Please wait for your hosts to ping in with their presentation!]

The Ball Pit - Stairwell

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It's not like ghosts need stairs, so the entire stairwell is filled with balls. All four floors.

That's right. It's balls all the way down.

Re: The Ball Pit - Stairwell

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

So she was supposed to voluntarily throw herself down there? And somebody somewhere thought this would be fun?

Even a well filled with plastic balls was still a well.

Samara was just going to stand up here at the top and stare down into the multicolored abyss, because seriously, what the hell, normal kids? What the hell?

Dead Can Dance Party! The Roof, Monday Evening

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The local kiddie-ghosts have been shoo'd away with promises of bedtime stories from the Night Angel, the Graveyard Band is set up in the corner to play your favorite tunes from Mozart to Meatloaf, and the roof is open to night, the stars, and the dance!

Re: Dead Can Dance Party! The Roof, Monday Evening

[woman1nwhite.livejournal.com]

Constance was drifting around the edges of the party, looking for a victim possible social partner. Dancing, maybe. Talking, maybe.

Other... stuff? Sure.

Guest Rooms and Other Areas

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Your private rooms, for any private stuff you might like to be privately doing.

Other areas of the house, like the attic, porch, roof-when-there's-no-dance-going-on, and so on, can also go here.

[Much like we do on vacation trips, room name/numbers can go in the subject line, and any coughahemREALLYprivate stuff should go in a personal journal, though you can link it here with appropriate warnings!]

Room 2

[wish-kebab.livejournal.com]

Aerith surveyed her room with interest. It had been a long time since she'd been given a room of her own, and though that didn't really matter these days anyway, it was nice to experience.

Actually, the whole convention was pretty nice and she was glad she'd decided to go.

She peered under the bed to make sure no one was hiding under it (you never knew) and then did a little spin out of sheer good cheer.

It was silly, but there was no one there to laugh at her for it, so that was fine. She could be silly if she wanted to be. So there.

OOC: Ghost-Con Day 1

[nookiepowered]

Where the dorkery goes! If I've left anything out or you have questions/ need help, ping me here.

For the record, the Cone of Silence bit doesn't mean that ghosts can't sneak over and interact with / speak to the Living, within your own interpretation of how direct that interaction would be for your particular characters. It just means they can't say "So yeah, there's this spook convention on the island across the way there..."