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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 ]
CODE BY MARWOOD
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-09-23 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack Crichton has ridden a rocket full of jet fuel to the moon, and stood upon it with a flag in hand. Since then, he's seen a lot of things he never could have imagined. And now he's here talking to... wizards, and aliens, and heaven knows what else. He's way past the point of being skeptical that a rock can make a phone call. Why the hell not?

"Son," answers Jack, dead serious, "I don't care if I have to talk into a banana. You give me a way to speak to Junior, and I'll make you an honorary part of the family."
not_a_traitor: (can you hear me now?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-09-27 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaeta exhales the smallest, half-formed laugh. "All right," he says.

It still feels a little weird to place a call on the stone. With nothing to pick up or press, he always has the vague worry it either won't connect or will go to the wrong person. He pictures Crichton, waits for the soft glow to light the stone, then says:

"Crichton, it's Gaeta. Do you have a minute? It's important."
ss_buttcrack: (soft look)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-10-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Crichton's voice filters out of the stone, much to his father's astonishment. "Hey, dude. Sure. What's going on? Are you in trouble?"
not_a_traitor: (hm?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-10-06 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm fine," he says quickly. "But I'm at the Visitor's Center, and I think you should come here as soon as you can."

His eyes flick toward Jack.

"Your father's here."
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-10-10 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack stays politely quiet while he waits for his son's reaction from over the line, but what they all hear, instead, is chaotic rustling and then a hard thump that probably indicates Crichton dropped his stone. The cursing in an alien language that starts muted and suddenly becomes louder is also a giveaway for that.

"Dad's here? Don't move a muscle, I'm on my way over!"

Jack Crichton laughs under his breath as he shakes his head. "Junior always was excitable."
not_a_traitor: (can you hear me now?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-10-14 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Copy that, staying put," says Gaeta, not without amusement -- but the smile he turns on Jack is softer, and so wistful it's nearly pained.

"Honestly, I might do the same thing if my dad arrived here," he says, and shrugs a bit. "Or anyone else from my family."
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-10-16 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack's expression sobers. "Did none of yours show up here yet?"
not_a_traitor: (lieutenant)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-10-20 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. A breath, and the ache disappears from his face, transformed to a practiced matter-of-factness.

(Everyone who survived the fall of the Colonies lost family. It's nothing new. You get quite good at pushing the grief aside when necessary.)

"Not yet," he says. "I, ah, still don't know who's waiting for me. If anyone. I keep getting calls, but so far, I've only met people who know my friends. Not that I'm complaining, sir," he adds swiftly. "It's an honor to meet you. I mean it."
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-10-22 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack has seen this before--seen the moment someone slams down the firewalls on their emotions. It's heartbreaking to witness again.

"Son," he says in a fatherly tone of sympathy, "I believe you do mean it, but you don't have to hold yourself back on my account. Complain all you want. Hell, I'll go out there and raise a fuss for you. It's going on seven years now since I lost my wife and if someone told me there was a chance I might get to talk to her again, I'd be raising cain until I did. Why should you be any different?"
not_a_traitor: (the dream of new caprica)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-10-25 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Because there's no point, he wants to say. You grieve, but you don't dwell. You certainly don't wish for impossible things like the dead to rise.

(Like the dead rise all the time on this island, Felix?)

He exhales, and it's a little shakier now, fissures spreading through the wall despite himself. "Everyone from my world lost most, if not all, of their families," he says. "There's nothing... unique in that. Complaining about it isn't going to help anything."
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-10-29 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe not, but I doubt clamming up about it is doing you any more good," Crichton Sr. answers as he takes another step closer.

"Loss isn't unique, but every person is. You lost family. You deserve to mourn that. My pain, John's pain, yours, none of it's more or less important. If you feel like you need someone's permission to cry about it, consider it granted."
not_a_traitor: (the dream of new caprica)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-11-01 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
The uglier twin of believing there is no point to complaining: thinking, just as clear, no; I don't deserve that. It's a nice gesture, what Jack's offering, but...

...but fractures in the wall aren't going away.

The thing is, all of Gaeta's worst tendencies to turn a blind eye to reality began here. Twelve destroyed planets. Fifty billion dead. Everyone he ever loved among them. He had to look away from it, because what else could he do when the remaining fifty thousand were counting on him to keep going? Put a picture on the memorial wall and light a candle to Hades and Persephone, but don't let yourself think about it too much, don't visit the impromptu shrine more often than you can bear, because -- well, if you start crying, you might never stop.

A deep-seated fear sparks. Of uselessness; of a helplessness so absolute he doesn't think he can bear it.

Gaeta only manages one more trembling breath before he covers his eyes with one hand.
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-11-01 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Like his son, Jack Crichton was a leader. He was the emotional center for his team, at a time when they had suffered a devastating loss of their own. It was his job to recognize the fatigue in others, and he can see it clear as day now in Gaeta. That bone-deep weary pain needs somewhere to go.

"You gotta stop feeling guilty for making it when others didn't," he says as gently as he can. "Easier said than done, believe me I know that too. But you're here now and you have a life to live. You can't do that if you keep one foot in the grave."
not_a_traitor: (the dream of new caprica)

cw: suicidal ideation

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2024-11-03 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't supposed to," he whispers brokenly.

He doesn't just mean the survivor's guilt from the fall of the Colonies, or the number of times the entire Fleet brushed against death once the Cylons returned. He was executed. He committed mutiny, he failed, he was put in front of a firing squad, he died. It was the most sensible line of cause and effect he experienced in four years. It was almost a relief. It made sense. What doesn't make sense is Mortanne plucking him out of his universe -- somehow saving him, again, asking him to keep going when there's no point anymore and when he had finally reached some kind of peace after years of war --

Why him?

And now he comes to the Visitor's Center over and over in the hope that maybe it isn't just him, but it is, every time.

Gaeta breaks down weeping.
ss_buttcrack: (Jack)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2024-11-05 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack Crichton doesn't say another word. He plants his hand firmly on Gaeta's shoulder and squeezes in a way that feels like approval. It's not hard to tell these tears were a long time coming. Maybe these words were a long time coming, too. It aches in the same place in his heart where his love for his son sits, to watch this poor battered soul weep. But it brings him some moment of peace, too. He hopes--god, he hopes--that even if Gaeta doesn't meet any family in this visitor center, maybe he can still walk away having gained something precious. And may John Crichton continue to watch over this poor man who so dearly needs a friend.