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pumpkinhollow ([personal profile] pumpkinhollow) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-09-06 05:56 pm

September Mini - Ghost of the Past

GHOSTS
OF
THE
PAST
The Visitor's Center
Just where the sands of Tawny Beach begin to fade into soil, grass, and cobbled roads, there is a new building. Much like the House of Cards, it seems to have appeared from nowhere overnight. A large and round structure of tastefully stacked stone, it seems to fit perfectly in between the town and the marina, with an exterior door facing each side and at both entrances. It reads, "VISITOR'S CENTER," in bold letters.

In mailboxes throughout town, there are flyers, advertising "offworlder visitation" running from September 6th to 19th. "Make appointment today!" it advertises cheerfully.

Regardless of which side you enter, the same receptionist sits at the desk on either side--- a pretty-faced young man with braided black hair, wearing dozens of pieces of delicate golden jewelry. He is working hard on some sort of paperwork or taking some phone call when you come in, but he quickly sets it aside to welcome you. "Hello! Welcome to the visitor's center! Would you like to make an appointment?"

Your host artfully dances around questions regarding the place, its abrupt construction, its purpose, and what your appointment actually entails, assuring you it's "self-explanatory." He'll gladly inform you that "people you know" are here for a visit, but won't say who or why or for how long. But you'll sign up for your appointment anyway, for one reason or another. Perhaps you don't even really know.

At the time of your appointment, you are sat down in a tasteful meeting space of your choosing (the options are listed below) and your guest is brought in. But it is not who you expect. In fact, in all likelihood, you do not know this person at all. But don't worry, they've been briefed, and they'll pass the information along to you if asked.

You see, you are not here to meet someone from your own past, at least not at first---- you're here to meet someone close to one of your friends or neighbors. And they're here to speak about that person to you.

Take as long as you need. The Visitor's Center does not close.
How It Works

Visitors.
Each offworlder on the island can have up to 2 "ghosts of their past." This is not meant to be literal, as these so-called ghosts will generally be no more dead than any other offworlder. Your ghost can be anyone who "haunts" you in some way, which can mean whatever makes sense to you. It does not necessarily need to be someone with a negative opinion of you--- it can be someone who loves you very much! This person can be from any point in your timeline, including after the incident that brought you to Pumpkin Hollow. It can also be a past version of yourself. Regardless, your own visitor is not actually the person you are here to meet. Your visitor will be meeting with one of your friends or loved ones from the island, and you will be meeting with someone else's "ghost."

When speaking to a "ghost", you will notice a few things about them. The first is that they do have a sense of where they are and what they're doing---- they know that they're here temporarily, and that they've been asked to speak about or on behalf of someone they know. They're aware of who the person is that they've come to speak about as well, and they seem to have all of their memories intact aside from being a little fuzzy on the actual process of getting here. The second is that in most cases, they seem to have regular needs like any living person. The upper floors of the visitor's center have hostel-like sleeping areas, bathrooms, a cafe, everything a person might need. The third is that they seem to be weirdly forthcoming when asked questions. Perhaps you're not familiar enough with the individual to notice such things at first, but it becomes evident that they're pretty open about the person they're there to speak about even when they don't seem to want to be.

Want to speak to your own visitor? That can be arranged--- but your ghost must speak to someone else first. But not to worry, there's plenty of time. (Despite the IC dates, OOCly this can be backtagged as long as desired!)

Locations.
There are plenty of places to meet with visitors within the Visitor's Center. If you'd prefer a more public meeting space, some lounge areas have been set up on the beach, or the cafe or recreation area within the center are all available. The beach meeting spaces consist of clusters of folding beach chairs or picnic blankets, and while swimming season is largely over, the view from the beach continues to be stunning this month. The cafe is a quaint bistro on the rooftop of the center with a round serving station in the middle and outdoor tables around the outer walls, which feels both spacious and intimate at the same time somehow. And the recreation room is an interior space on the second floor full of spaces for communal games, some of which are too modern to be there. (Not electronics, but definitely Cards Against Humanity.)

If you'd prefer a more private space, there are a number of tasteful meeting rooms, including those with tables as if for a more formal meeting or those with couches or chairs. One of the latter sort even has a fireplace!

However, visitors are not able to go further afield than the beach. If they attempt to go into town, their feet will plant themselves firmly to the ground outside. They will not be able to be pushed or lifted to get around this, and anyone who attempts to force it will be summarily accosted by the staff and their appointment will end immediately. They may not be eligible for another.

Rules.
As far as OOC rules go, there are a few perks and limitations worth knowing. Any "ghosts" that you write are eligible for AC bonuses for the characters they are attached to. If you are writing a ghost for another player's character, you may decide where the AC bonus goes, but please make a note on your activity check indicating what you're doing. You may write your ghost from your existing journal (with or without a unique icon for that ghost, just as long as you make it clear), or create an independent journal for the character. As mentioned before, you can absolutely play a ghost for someone else. If you would like to have a non-member friend drop by to play your ghost, you may absolutely do so if you clear it with a mod, preferably by having said friend send the mod journal a PM. Be aware that if you recruit an outside player to write a ghost for you, you are responsible for their behavior, and any AC-length threads on their end will not be eligible for transfer because that will just kill Drake probably.

Characters appearing from Ghosts of the Past can also appear in the Villain's Lounge or be apped in later as permanent characters (but not both, as the two are mutually exclusive) and will have some unique lore from entering the game this way!

Ghosts are not capable of lying and will generally feel more compelled to be forthcoming when speaking to anyone OTHER than the person they're here to represent. However, they cannot be forced to meet with anyone they do not want to see or to answer questions they adamantly do not wish to answer. The compulsions are relatively subtle. They also do not have to volunteer information they weren't asked for if they don't want to. None of these compulsions are present if they speak to the person they are there to see. Their memories are generally accurate to whatever point you bring them from, meaning that they can be whatever you want.

If you're visiting with your own ghost, please be aware that threads between two characters played by the same person are never eligible for AC and this is still the case in this instance.

Staff.
Last but not least, there's a chance that you may encounter the staff of the Visitor's Center around. There are two men and two women--- Daanon, Caspian, Reyelle, and Nephera, respectively. Those here in February may recognize them from Merrymeet. They look fairly normal, generally appearing as humans (or an elf, in Nephera's case), but in reality they are the members of the Court of Betrayal. Whenever they speak about their "Manager," they are referring to Eligos. However, this is not immediately obvious, especially to those not familiar with these particular demons. If you know, you know! [ I will be keeping my demon thread load super light, so please feel free to handwave interactions with them as you see fit! If you want a demon thread, please reach out to me for plotting. -Rose ]
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2goodarms: Curtis silhouetted in front of the engine (control the world)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-10-20 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"He said it ran on suffering."

And that turns Curtis's expression to stone.

"Literally."
hate_gettin_older: (direct stare)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-10-20 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." A matching grimness. "I dunno how, some kind of magic bullshit. But the," (Front) "bastard running the place kept throwing all kinds of things at us, one after the other, to make sure everyone was fuckin hurting enough."

To keep the engine running.

"Dunno what happened to him in the end, but the ship's gone and we're all well out of it."
2goodarms: (frown)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-10-25 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good," he says darkly. "Fucking Wilford wannabe."

Worse than Wilford, from the sound of it -- which is difficult to imagine, but just makes Curtis hope he's rotting even worse, too. He breathes out. "The castle wasn't like that too, was it?"
hate_gettin_older: (neutral)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-10-27 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The only reason Edgar doesn't say worse is that the new question distracts him.

(Well, no. That's the main reason. The other reason is a dim awareness of something more complicated -- what if Wilford and the kid he stuck in the engine to keep it going were the same person, what if everybody who died on the train was also stuck in the engine, what if ... no, he's the wrong person to try explaining any of it, he doesn't understand it that well himself.)

(And it's over, anyway.)

"Nah, the castle was different. Still run by assholes who figured they could grab whoever they wanted, but -- they promised to send us all back after, and they din't want to hurt us. Just wanted us to entertain them."
2goodarms: Curtis hidden so far in shadow that his face almost looks like a skull. (shadow)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-10-28 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that doesn't do a lot to wipe the scowl off Curtis's face. He thinks of Gerald, hauled to the Front kicking and screaming as he reached for his wife, forced to play a half-broken violin for that classroom full of snot-nosed kids. Just another way to be told your place.

"How long were you there?"
hate_gettin_older: (serious)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-10-28 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dunno for sure. Maybe a year? Two? Friend of mine had a birthday thing twice there, so around then."

He hesitates, not sure why he wants to say it, but --

"It wasn't bad there, really. It was like ... you knew they were watching, but they din't push in about it, you know? No headcounts, no guards. No gates. Like most of the time you din't have to think about them at all. And we could go anywhere we wanted, outdoors, into town, wherever."

A beat, and the smallest glimmer of a grin.

"And the food was fuckin amazing, man. Better than Milliways even."
2goodarms: Curtis studying something just offscreen (count the doors)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-11-20 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
He exhales. The thing about the Voice: unless you're really trying, it's hard as hell to lie. Edgar believes what he's saying, if nothing else. They didn't want to hurt him. It wasn't that bad.

Curtis can't decide if it's like the collapse after one too many beatings by the guards, or if it's the real, genuine truth.

But -- even as he knows Edgar can probably hear the shadow in his own thoughts -- he makes himself smile a little in return. Keeps his voice light. "Yeah? I dunno, man. Thought steak and potatoes on demand would be hard to beat."

(For Edgar, anyway. Curtis remains a strict vegetarian, much to the confusion of a lot of Barsoomians.)
hate_gettin_older: (smiling)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-11-24 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"They had steak and potatoes," Edgar says smugly. "And salads and bread and cheese and like -- twenty different kinds of everything. Met this one guy there, Max? He bakes. Gave me a whole big plate of cookies first day I was there. When he found out we didn't have any fuckin real food in the Tail, he said he was gonna introduce me to everything."

There's a deep fondness in Edgar's tone when he brings up Max.
2goodarms: Curtis looking up at something, with as close as he ever gets to a smile (lighter)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-11-29 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, even without the Voice that fondness would be impossible to miss. Curtis's tiny smile grows.

"Oh, yeah, that guy," he says, fake-casual. "He's the one I talked to earlier. Good friend of yours?"
hate_gettin_older: (well hey)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-01 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"One of the best." Sobering. "Been through more shite than I thought you could ever have outside the Tail, and he's still just. Good, you know? Wants to help everybody." A touch of residual fond laughter. "And make them cookies."
2goodarms: Curtis with his arms folded atop his knees, looking at something out of frame (two good arms)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-06 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Curtis huffs a breath of laughter to match. "Yeah. He brought me a plate when he came out to meet me."

Not that Curtis ate any of them, but that wasn't Max's fault. Maybe he should've sucked it up and eaten some anyway. People like that, who can stay kind, stay decent, even after going through the worst circumstances imaginable... they're rare.

(Curtis isn't among them.)

"I'm glad you've got someone like him."
hate_gettin_older: (well hey)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-08 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." There's a touch of a sigh on that one. "Lot of good people here."

(The meaning of the sigh flickers through the Voice: wish you could meet them all. wish you could stay.)
2goodarms: Close-up of Curtis, framed so only the lower half of his face is visible (default)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-15 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he echoes -- right down to the sigh. His mouth quirks a little, wry with understanding. "You think you're gonna stay here?"

Like Curtis decided to stay on Barsoom, after a while. There's only so far living in a bar at the end of the universe will take you once you start to develop a life. Friends. Lovers.

A home.
hate_gettin_older: (things are looking up)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-16 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno. Maybe." He looks out at the ocean, trails a foot through the sand. "'S nice here. Like to get back to Milliways sometime though, see everyone there. Maybe even visit Barsoom once in a while."

A flickering sidelong glance, and Edgar's voice goes very innocent. "You know, look in on Tars Tarkas, see how he's been."
2goodarms: Curtis looking up at something, with as close as he ever gets to a smile (lighter)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-18 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Curtis suppresses a smirk.

"Oh, yeah, he'll be glad to see you," he says, in similarly innocent tones, "he was bummed he missed you at the wedding."
Edited 2024-12-18 03:31 (UTC)
hate_gettin_older: (innocent)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-18 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" Still playing along, light and cheerful. "No kidding, he got married? Who'd have --"

And he stops, with a visible doubletake at Curtis.

And all the joking drains out of his face.
2goodarms: (attentive)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
He's all set to keep the banter going -- yeah, sorry, I know you were looking forward to getting thrown over a thoat and heading off to your big desert honeymoon -- but it dies in his throat at at the look on Edgar's face. That half-a-smirk shifts to a tiny smile, faintly helpless.

"Yeah." Quiet. "About a year ago. She wore me down."
hate_gettin_older: (well hey)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-20 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like her." Edgar's got an almost matching smile on, just a touch painful.

"'M happy for you, man. For both of you."
2goodarms: (look away)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-20 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," he says, not a lot louder. "Yeah, it was..."

Curtis trails off there.

And begins again, like the words are being tugged out of his throat, "We waited as long as we could in case you came back. So you could be there. But we didn't know if you'd left for good, and -- it was years, man."
hate_gettin_older: (serious)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-22 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't," he says, all impulse as ever, reaching out to touch Curtis's arm. "Man, don't, I know. I get it."

His throat's aching, but this isn't Curtis's fault and he can't let him beat himself up over it, he can't.

"Nobody knew if I was ever coming back. We still don't fuckin know."

2goodarms: (looking up)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Still, says the Voice beneath it, before Curtis regathers himself. He tries for another halfhearted smile. "I'll tell her you're okay. She was pretty fucking worried about you, too."

Not the least because she was privy to more than one night of Curtis's grief, once they finally let themselves come to the (seemingly) obvious conclusion: that Edgar had moved on, like thousands of the Milliways dead before him, and was gone for good.

He covers Edgar's hand where it rests on his arm and gives it a quick squeeze. "And if you ever get a door to the Bar again -- stick around. I'll give you the grand tour on Barsoom."
hate_gettin_older: (smiling)

[personal profile] hate_gettin_older 2024-12-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, try and stop me." Edgar grins. "Yeah, and -- tell old Tars that Sark-Iljat says hey, will you?"
2goodarms: Curtis looking up at something, with as close as he ever gets to a smile (lighter)

[personal profile] 2goodarms 2024-12-30 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs. A little hoarse again, maybe, but whatever. Still a laugh.

"'Course I will. And that you're still a massive pain in the ass."