The Grand and Splendiferous Ghost Log of 2013

[pig_and_pepper]

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.

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•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!

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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.

Comments

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[oversight]

[For Blake, it behooves him to stay busy. Between Crowley's taunting, Dean's attitude, and the general upset being passed around the mansion at the thought of the Jabberwocky, having some kind of focus means that John isn't required to do much more thinking than what's required to take notes.

In the middle of writing up some information about one of the ghosts in a brand new notebook, he doesn't look up from his corrections and notations as he hears someone approach.]

Hey. [He says it without knowing who's there, but as soon as he finishes the line and looks, notices it's Meg, Blake's demeanor changes entirely. Hell, he even smiles a little, which is a marked improvement over the rest of the week.]

Hey. [He repeats himself, a little softer this time.] What's up? You okay? [She certainly looks to be carrying a few more burdens than usual.]

[unregenerate]

[ It's no surprise to find him sitting down and going to town on a notebook. She think he rivals Sam Winchester in his need to do research or gather as much information as possible. Meg doesn't see the point of it - she's interested in things that directly effect her. Otherwise, she couldn't care less.

She walks a little closer, nodding and smirking just a bit. ]

Peachy keen. [ It's a lie, but getting her to actually talk about something that's bothering her is no small feat. Even if she did approach him first. ] Taking diligent notes on all the changes to the mansion? Cheery stuff, right?

[oversight]

Yeah, just the kinda stuff I've always dreamed of writin' 'bout.

[His expression turns rueful and he closes his notebook, tucking it away for the time being. Before he'd joined the police force, before he'd taken on the mantle of the Batman, John hadn't been much of a note taker. But the details became important at some point, and with Wonderland looking to rob pieces of information at every turn, notes are necessary.

But he doesn't mind the break; the images he's been seeing have all disturbed him in their own right, even those that have cheery intent (like the birthday scene in the kitchen).]

They got you spooked, too?

[unregenerate]

[ She doesn't answer right away, instead shifting her weight around and glancing back in the hallway. She doesn't think there are anymore of those ghost shows playing in this specific area, but checking makes her feel better. ]

Maybe. [ It's less about the majority of them, and more about one she's witnessed in particular. ] Saw a little show of you in the kitchen a few minutes ago. Didn't look half bad if you're into birthdays and kittens.

[oversight]

[Blake tries not to smile, not to feel a little strange about it, but he'd seen the moment where he'd scooped up that little cat and he couldn't deny it was a bit cute, even if he was looking at himself doing the nuzzling.]

If that was the worst of 'em, I'd be sittin' pretty. 'Fraid I've seen more'n my share of worse, though.

[He tips his head a little.]

Maybe it was your birthday? I'd get you a kitten.

[unregenerate]

[ She rolls her eyes at that, but she chuckles anyway. Yeah, she's really into the tiny, fuzzy cute animals. ]

Half this place would tell you I'd try to eat it. [ Which is not true, kitten can't be appetizing at all. ] I'm thinking a snake would be a better choice.

[ If it took care of itself and never annoyed her, that is. ]

You see anything on the tenth floor? [ It's out before she can stop herself, but she doesn't bother trying to back track. She's too unsettled for that. ] Pretty interesting stuff going on up there.

[oversight]

[That gets his eyebrow raising and he crosses his arms over his chest. If there's something on the tenth floor that he needs to see, if it's something that's making Meg uncomfortable, then he's got an interest. A pointed interest.]

No, haven't seen nothin' particularly troublin' up there, 'side from the usual, I guess.. Wanna go take a look, then?

[He doubts she'd bring it up if she didn't went him to see it, for that matter.]

[unregenerate]

[ On one hand, she is just fine with seeing what she's already seen and heard. On the other...well, it doesn't hurt to go back and see if there's anything she missed. ]

It's not pretty, so don't expect kittens and birthday parties. [ This is actually her warning him, something she rarely does. It's always threats, never warnings. ] Come on.

[ And she turns on her heel to leave the room, not looking back to see if he's following. She assumes he is. ]

[oversight]

[He's quick to catch up, not exactly one to dawdle. It's a couple of flights of stairs to the top, and then the long trek down the hall, and once there, some deliberation at the door.

Blake knows he needs to see because he wouldn't be here if he didn't. Still, there's some trepidation; some things can't be unseen.]

You wanna wait out here? Don't mind goin' in alone..

[Sometimes you just gotta offer.]

[unregenerate]

[ For a moment she's tempted, but then shakes her head. No, she's got the whole thing burned right into her brain. Demons can have one amazing memory, even if they try to play it dumb sometimes. ]

Go in and enjoy the show. [ It's not exactly sarcastic, more muted than anything. She walks across the hallway, taking up a spot against the wall with her hands in her jacket pockets. ] You'll have to let me know how many stars you rate it.

[ It's half joking, and a way to play off like she's so not bothered, not at all. ]

[oversight]

[He can tell how very not bothered she really is, actually, and because of that, he has no problem leaving her out in the hall. Meg's tough, she's smart, she's always proven herself to be quite capable, and because of that, he can only venture to guess it's pretty bad.

What he sees, though... it unsettles John in a way that has him feeling oddly uncertain about the world. Whatever this process happens to be, he's not so sure the cure doesn't look worse than the ailment. And that's saying nothing of Dean, only of his victim, his guinea pig, his whatever.

He opens the door and looks out at Meg, not even bothering to leave just yet.]

Are you kiddin' me? What the hell is this?

[unregenerate]

[ Her time in the hallway was spent wondering how he would react to it - she finds him a little hard to predict sometimes, a trait she can appreciate but it leaves her with a feeling that's very close to uncertainty.

Looking up when he opens the door, she doesn't move as she purses her lips, halfway tempted to pull a sarcastic comment out of thin air. In the end, she doesn't. She really just doesn't have the mood for it. ]

That is how you cure a demon. [ When she says it, there's the urge to roll her eyes. As if it can't possibly be something that exists, as if it's one big joke ha ha so funny. Unfortunately, it's the furthest thing from a joke that she can think of. ] It's not like killing does jack around here, but that?

[ It's effective. She's loathe to admit it, but one way to put her in line and on the straight and (almost) narrow is exactly what she witnessed in that room. ]

It's a punishment for the ages.

[ Almost worse than Hell. ]

[oversight]

[Blake's affronted by the whole ordeal. He can't imagine what it means to "cure" a demon, but if that's the answer in that room, then he doesn't care for it all that much.]

Looks like torture.

[And he isn't sure how he feels about that. Granted he doesn't understand all that much about the angels and the demons, but he does know what begging sounds like when it's coming out of a very desperate mouth.]

How's that even a cure?

[unregenerate]

It's a certain flavor of torture, one to undo all that was done and blah blah blah.

[ She waves a hand lazily in the air, skipping all the uncomfortable details on the process. Meg herself isn't entirely clear on how it happens, since she'd been of the firm belief it was ten kinds of bullshit. Not anymore, though. ]

Turns a demon right back into their good old human self. Surprised it wasn't tried earlier, you know how icky those demons are.