entrancelogs | The Grand and Splendiferous Ghost Log of 2013

Who: The Ghosts of Years Yet to Come and YOU!
Where: Anywhere. Everywhere.
When: December 15th - December 25th
Rating: G for Ghosts, Proceed With Caution!
Summary:

• This log is intended to give everybody a good overview of where in Wonderland which ghosts can be found. It can be used as a reference for other posts, or to thread encounters too short to warrant their own entry.

• To help browsing all ghosts easily, please put [Name of Ghost Character] - [Location of Ghost in Wonderland] into the subject line, so everybody can immediately see who they'll encounter, and where.

•If you have any more questions about the ghosts, or the Christmas event in general, go ahead and post a comment to our Q & A thread!

• In short, STEP 1: Posts with ghosts! STEP 2: ?!?! STEP 3: PROFIT!

The Story:

And so it begins.

Throughout the mansion faded images will flicker in and out – ghosts of Wonderland's future. These ghosts can be of anyone, from any point in the next five years. They will play on repeat, as Wonderland's Chess Piece Ghosts have in the past, and they will offer brief glimpses into the future for anyone who witnesses them.

They cannot be stopped, and the images cannot be changed or altered. This isn't to say that the future can't eventually be changed, of course, but there is nothing that anyone can do over the course of this event that will change the contents of these imprints.

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[It's fortunate for Crowley that he does keep his distance, because Blake feels more than on edge at the moment. It was one thing to deal with Crowley, but to think Wonderland might be pushing its interest on the either of them has the former cop feeling more concern than usual. He tries not to glare at Crowley's obvious glee.]

Can see that. But why? How?

Well...

[ He pauses, but there's really no answer to that that won't get him in trouble and he's not good at holding his tongue, anyway. Something about not wanting to. ]

Maybe I'm as good as I say. Only one way to find out.

[Oh, you smarmy bastard, you. Blake huffs and turns on his heel and steps up to the repeat of their tawdry encounter. As if it might be made of smoke, he tries to dispel the image with a wave of his hands.

Nothing happens. They continue to kiss, to press up against each other in what very much appears to be entirely consensual and unaided by the world around them. John even recognizes the shirt as one of those he just added to his own closest, as if the universe is suggesting some amount of manifest destiny.

Blake grumbles.]

Pretty sure I'm gonna punch you if you keep it up. Just want answers, not offers.

Then punch me. It's not as if I have any answers. I figured you'd be mad about the library. It's why I came here.

[ He holds up his hands in mock surrender. If it will make Blake feel better to punch him, so be it. It's not as if a punch from a man will do any real damage to Crowley.

The thing that's pissing him off here is that, as usual, for all the terrible things he has done, he's being blamed for something he hasn't. How very Dean-like. ]

And that wasn't an offer. When I make an offer, you'll know.

[He knows he's being unfair. He knows that there are probably a million more reasons and possibilities behind what he's seeing, but he doesn't feel like it's very fair to him, either. He certainly didn't create the images. And he feels a bit violated even watching from the angle he's standing.

Without giving Crowley any sort of answer, he pushes past the demon, fingers gripping his sleeve on the way past.]

Just show me the one you saw, okay? Need to see. M-maybe there's— some kinda clue. Some kinda answer there.

Yeah, alright.

[ He's not feeling particularly sure about this whole thing, mostly because if they have to deal with this he feels that Blake could at least give him a heated kiss or two, but so much for that.

Maybe watching that will convince Blake that Crowley could show him a good time, at the very least. ]

Come on.

[ He pulls his arm free and leads Blake back to the library to look at what he thinks is the much more haunting of the two ghosts. Sex is nothing. The ghosts in the library are... intimate. ]

[No, no... Crowley's right. He's absolutely right to be concerned, he's absolutely right about the level of intimacy.

John doesn't quite gape, but the vision in front of him does make him go silent. It's every bit as damning as those ghosts in his bedroom. Maybe more damning, because it looks so damn natural.

He turns his back to the scene, clearly ruffled.]

Don't even know what that is. Some kinda— [It looks like something Blake would do with someone he loved. It looks like he's happy and comfortable and not annoyed and on edge.]

The others we saw in the halls? And these? They gotta mean somethin'. What could they mean?

I don't know, but if you think the one in your room is there because I wished it, then someone had to wish this, too, and it wasn't me.

[ And yes, there is accusation in there. It's not as if he thinks other people will sit around wishing for Blake and Crowley to... to what? Cuddle?

No, if these are wishes, this one is Blake's. ]

When I said I liked you, I meant I would still want to chat with you after we fucked. This is all a little domestic for my tastes.

[John groans a little and he doesn't really find what Crowley's saying to be out of the question, but he just can't take the taunting that might come from agreeing with the man. This really is more of what Blake pictures when he sees himself in a relationship.

Blake pushes his hands through his hair and it goes every which way in response. He may very well be losing his mind.]

We gotta— I gotta get people together, talk 'bout this, figure it out. Not gonna— Not lettin' this get into my head. Not really there. Just as real as— [He almost says ghosts. But ghosts are most certainly real in Crowley's world, just the same as angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and skinwalkers and— Well, you get the point.

Blake jabs his finger in Crowley's direction.]

This ain't real.

You'll get no argument from me. I never asked for any of that. I wanted the other one.

[ As if he wants this with anyone. Some small part of his mind reminds him that he doesn't deserve it, but since when has that stopped him? He's the King of Hell. he takes what he wants. ]

I'll let everyone know that there's a gas leak in here, yeah?

[ As if he needs that docile image of him floating around. He's playing nice, not playing neutered. ]

When you figure this out, you let me know. If it's anyone other than you making that, I'll punch them myself.

[John feels like flipping tables. He's angry and he feels oddly violated, as if Wonderland had taken something from him, when in reality, nothing's changed.

He's not any closer to Crowley. He's not locked in an embrace with the demon. When he really thinks about it, he can slowly, very slowly settle, but this sort of thing has him on edge. Extremely on edge.]

Yeah, just gotta figure it out, just gotta... figure it out, make it stop, whatever we gotta do.

[You'd better believe he's ignoring the rest. Lalala, fingers in his ears.]

[ Crowley keeps his eyes firmly pointing away from Blake's face, but he looks at him now. Honestly, what is this place reducing him to? ]

If it's some sort of tangible magic, I can take care of it. If it's something else...

[ He pauses. ]

I'll still take care of it.

[ And then he turns and walks away. ]

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