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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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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-07 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"...Lass, if you're ever wondering, 'did a nice thing happen to Vickie Reeds', the answer is no."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-07 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry about that. Truly."

There's the sound of the waves between them, and Fever lets them be for a moment, before she tries to talk again.

"But I really am glad to see you again, Nyx."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-07 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"...It's nice to see you too, for however long I'm here. I almost wanna suggest havin' some fun while we have the chance but...I dunno." She sighs. Turns back to face Fever, and her face is...

...Soft. "I don't wanna just haunt you again when I'm gone. You really gotta let me go. I'm not worth the trouble of caring about."
abhorrently: (think.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-07 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

It's quiet, but it's firm.

"If I don't get to tell people that, you don't get to either."

She hasn't been crawling on her belly through broken glass to hear her own voice coming out of Nyx's mouth. One step closer, another.

"I choose to remember you. I choose to remember that you were and you are, in all your names and titles, even if this place loses hold of me and casts me upon yet another shore. Even if when you go, I never see you again for as long as I might live. I choose to go to the trouble of it, even so."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-07 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Why? My track record with you is hurt and disappointment."

The words are bold, but Vickie lost the true rage to back them up a long, long time ago. Those eyes are lost down somewhere dark, where the memory of light and laughter goes to die.
abhorrently: (dawn.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-07 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it? My memory of you is of you being a friend in dark places."

Another step. A little less distance.

"You could tear out my tongue again, and I wouldn't change my mind."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-08 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Bold words for someone who's clearly into that shit..."

She's crumbling, Fever. Strike, however you care to, or dare to.
abhorrently: (eyes.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-08 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've no idea how pissed off I was when you did that."

A murmur, but she steps again-

And reaches out, to take Nyx's hand with her own.

"I want to do something nice for you. I don't know what it is yet, but something."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-09 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Nyx's free hand goes to Fever's face, and she looks at her fri -

- Her lov -

- This bitch with an expression of extreme gravity.

"Bring me," Nyx says, slow and clear, "something pettable."
abhorrently: (patient.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-09 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Meet me back here in an hour."

She downs half the drink with a cough that says she really shouldn't have done that, passes the glass back to Nyx, and grins before she takes off.

It is startlingly easy to scoop a cat if you aim for the one that seems to lack all sense of self preservation, one that tolerates being scooped into a bag with no fuss and simply blinks in a form of slow confusion before it is being carried off. It is also easy to scoop a small lizard creature that trusts you completely, and carry them off too.

Coming back to the beach, Fever has her prizes, and looks for Nyx there, grinning when she does.

"You want to take this inside, or do you prefer the ocean air?"

Her bag shifts. No peeking.
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-10 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Nyx has flopped entirely onto the sand. Their hair, despite lacking physical presence, is going to be so full of god damn sand. Absolutely worth it. She's spread-eagled like the fist of God struck her down, and she doesn't even open her eyes when she says: "Just put whatever you've got right on my tits, lay it on me, I'm ready."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"As you wish."

Fever opens her bag and removes the contents, placing something soft, warm, and furry on Nyx's chest.

"Mrrr."

Hello, Nyx, you are being sniffed. When you open your eyes, you will be greeted by an orange cat that looks as though every thought that passes through their skull requires loading time.

Meanwhile, Fever has set Chills back on her shoulder in their favorite perch, letting it settle down and gaze around at the seaside.
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-10 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
One eye cracks open, and then brims with tears. Vickie's hand comes up, a little shaky, and slowly.

So slowly.

So very, very, very fucking slowly, like she's afraid this cat will shatter.

Approaches the orange cat, who watches its progress the entire time with all the self-preservation instincts of a ceramic peanut. The cat's reward for this patience is to Be Petted, slowly and lovingly, by someone who thought maybe they'd never do this ever again.
abhorrently: (heal.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-10 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Fever smiles, and settles down next to Nyx, sitting in the sand.

"There's a little pack of them around the Temple. They've really taken to the place. I think it's because Mulcahy keeps feeding them - he calls this one Christopher, but I've also heard someone calling him Mango, and he responds to neither. I don't even think he's conscious of his own existence."

As if to confirm this, the cat simply shifts to be more comfy and starts purring, content with the attention.
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-10 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Look at him," Nyx murmurs. "He's so fucking stupid." Her eyes slide towards Fever and -

"...Bitch is that a fucking dragon???"
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-10 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Close enough," she replies, stroking the iridescently blue wyvern on her shoulder. "This one showed up a little while ago and started trying to harass everyone at work. I can't seem to get it to figure out that it needs to migrate back to where it came from. Even carrying it there, they just came back."

What can you do, then, other than make the creature comfortable until they decide they want to fly away again?

"Stupid and troublesome beast. Barely even worth the bother to feed."

You ever see a dad insist they're not keeping a pet? Apply that to a half-elven woman.
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-11 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Step one: firm hand on cat to prevent sliding. This causes the cat to purr.

Step two: sit partway up. This causes the cat to slide, slowly, with absolutely no thought given to self-preservation, into Nyx's lap, where she pets him further.

Step three: shockingly competent falconry posture with her free arm.

"He got a name?"
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-11 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Christopher Mango only knows that he is loved. Nothing else matters.

"Chills."

This is said while placing the beast on Nyx's arm, where it shuffles and sits before making a small sound like a confused parrot.
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-12 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ancient law dictates that as long as he's in your house, you must build and maintain a deck. On that deck, while wearing long socks with open-toed sandals, you need to grill food no less than once a week."
abhorrently: (consider.)

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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-12 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good thing I have an apartment."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-12 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Skill issue bitch, the wyvern didn't buy a fuckin' apartment." She gently brings him a bit closer, not looking directly at the little dragon's eyes, and tiiiilts her head in case he might want to nuzzle. This is where she'd pet him, except her other hand is engaged in the extremely important business of loving Mango.
abhorrently: (keen.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Didn't have to buy it. They gave it to me with the job. That's how desperate this place is for residents and workers."

Chills, meanwhile, shuffles along Nyx's arm, before nudging her face with his own, moving to press his little body closer. She's warm, after all.

"I'll stop nitpicking your words. I have better news for you, anyway. The Serena Eterna's gone."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-13 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Did you hang the wretch in charge by his own intestines and make him watch himself die?"
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-09-13 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I wish I could say I did. It's...foggy in my head. More than usual on that subject. I just remember being in a lot of pain. Refusing to lay down and die. My father disappearing on me. More than that, it's nigh impossible to make out. I hope his carcass is rotting in a ditch somewhere, and I'll be content enough to believe that happened in lieu of a better explanation."

It isn't enough, she knows. She knows it'd be better to have a definite answer, but...she doesn't.

"The point is, I'm certain it's broken apart. We got out. Even if we're not all together."
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[personal profile] arrayerofrazors 2024-09-13 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
"No. You never leave. Not really. There's so many places I'll never leave, and I'm tired of being stretched thin between them." Nyx looks down at the cat, and there is something wet, and shining, in the bottom of her eyes. "...I never even hit thirty. You know that? I started this shit a lifetime ago and fifteen years ago, at the same time. Just a kid...and I can't...wait to be done. I'm tired. I'm so tired."

"You got that in your back pocket? Some big spell of People Can't Bother Nyx Any More?"

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