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strangetrip2017-10-25 03:09 pm
st_andingtall) wrote in strangetrip2017-10-25 03:09 pm
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OtherWorlds: The Ghosts of Stonecliff Manor (Sam x Pike), backdated
The papers on the table in front of Sam rustled on a breeze. That wouldn't have been out of the ordinary, except that he was sitting in the Copper Cafe and none of the doors to the outside were open. He glanced up to see if maybe Caroline had blurred past, but she generally didn't when there might be someone around to notice. When it happened the second time, he felt the pinch of awareness at the back of his neck that said ghost.
Smiling a little wryly, Sam put his hand over the papers to keep them from flying away. "Yes, Lucy?"
The ghost appeared before him, or maybe just to him. He didn't actually know who else could see her.
"Hey, slow down." Her mouth was moving way too fast for him to read her lips. When she did slow down, he frowned. "Field trip?"
She nodded frantically, her thick curly hair bouncing with the movement. She pointed to herself and then beside her at a tall, lanky young guy who she called Lyle, he thought. And then one by one, more ghosts arrived until there was a group of eight that he could see.
"You want to go through the door and see the new place. Do you want to stay there?" He could understand that. They had to be as bored here as the rest of the guests.
They looked at each other, en masse, and shrugged. Lucy lifted her palms to her shoulders in a clear, I don't know.
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Okay, but only if you promise to behave. No poltergeisting."
Lucy clapped her hands together so hard, he almost expected to hear it. When? was the obvious next question and he answered, "I'll meet you guys back here in an hour. Anyone who isn't ready stays behind."
An hour later, Sam and a parliament of ghosts headed out from the Copper Cafe toward Building 3, Rm. 144.
Smiling a little wryly, Sam put his hand over the papers to keep them from flying away. "Yes, Lucy?"
The ghost appeared before him, or maybe just to him. He didn't actually know who else could see her.
"Hey, slow down." Her mouth was moving way too fast for him to read her lips. When she did slow down, he frowned. "Field trip?"
She nodded frantically, her thick curly hair bouncing with the movement. She pointed to herself and then beside her at a tall, lanky young guy who she called Lyle, he thought. And then one by one, more ghosts arrived until there was a group of eight that he could see.
"You want to go through the door and see the new place. Do you want to stay there?" He could understand that. They had to be as bored here as the rest of the guests.
They looked at each other, en masse, and shrugged. Lucy lifted her palms to her shoulders in a clear, I don't know.
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Okay, but only if you promise to behave. No poltergeisting."
Lucy clapped her hands together so hard, he almost expected to hear it. When? was the obvious next question and he answered, "I'll meet you guys back here in an hour. Anyone who isn't ready stays behind."
An hour later, Sam and a parliament of ghosts headed out from the Copper Cafe toward Building 3, Rm. 144.