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.

• 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!

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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

[appealingavarice]

I just know what I like. [Greed will understand that distracted distress soon enough, but as it is he's just going to gloss over it.] You doing something fun? That's kind of news.

[oversight]

[That confusion gets about ten times worse at the mention of Blake doing something "fun." Logically, he knows Greed can't have seen the ghosts in his room, but irrational upset makes the connection before he can stop himself.]

What? No, I— [An exasperated noise escapes him.] What're we even talkin' 'bout? 'Cause if you're insinuatin' somethin' here...

[How could he be? Blake's just feeling paranoid, obviously.]

[appealingavarice]

[That's an interesting reaction. The ghost has just finished the third snowman, but Greed's just going to wait to show that for a moment more...] What did you think I was talking about?

[oversight]

[Blake takes a second to think, really think about what he's saying, and when he realizes, he actually lets out something of a groan. Greed's obviously not referring to him and Crowley and their lip-locked trek across his room.]

Obviously not what you're talkin' 'bout. Missin' somethin' here, clearly.

[appealingavarice]

[Is... is that embarrassment? This just keeps getting weirder, and now Greed's grinning widely.] Well now I'm more interested in what you were talking about. Come on, you know I'm not the judgy type.

[oversight]

[Blake considers what he might even say and nothing clear comes to mind. He's disturbed and talking to Crowley hadn't helped.

A sigh escapes him and he rubs at his cheek.]

Come over.

[And he'll hang up from that. Oops, was he not supposed to give orders?]

[action]

[appealingavarice]

[Greed's just going to take it as an invitation, since it is something he already wants to do, and make his way up to Blake's room.]

[action]

[oversight]

[You'd better feel special here, buddy, because Blake's not all that keen on sharing in the first place, let alone sharing something like this.

He must hear Greed coming, because he opens the door immediately and tugs the homunculi through without any hesitation. Inside, the loop of Blake and Crowley plays in the background, that messy make-out session crossing the room over and over, one minute after another.

Blake is affronted in such a way that he might as well have feathers to ruffle. Mostly, it's presented without comment, save for an exasperated and clearly flustered huff.]

[appealingavarice]

[...that is definitely unexpected... but not as much so as it might have been an hour ago, there was something kind of walk-of-shame about Blake's awkwardness. Greed, paragon of tactfulness that he is, laughs.] Looks like a lot more fun than snowmen! Is it a problem?

[oversight]

[Oh, you son of a—

Blake glares a little at the laugh, but he really brought it on himself by calling Greed in.

He huffs.]

Yeah, it's a problem. A big problem. Now help me sweep it under the rug.

[And then, as an afterthought:]

What the hell's goin' on with the snowmen? Tell me that, too.

[It's a ~request~, okay? Except without the please.]

[appealingavarice]

Bossy, bossy. [But Greed is far too amused to actually be annoyed by it.] There's one of these getting creative with the snow outside, and now I think I should specify that it's completely platonic. I dunno what to say about this one, other than congratulations...

[oversight]

Definitely don't say that...

[But he's got to admit, he's curious about what "getting creative with the snow" entails. He steps over to his one small window and peers out, but it's far too frosted to provide him any real view of the grounds.]

There's 'nother in the library. Been seein' 'em all over now.

[He gestures Greed over to the closet being very careful to avoid those ghosts, not just with his body, but also his eyes.

Not cool.]

Was thinkin' I'd get a— One of those door-things? [He waves his hands.] The screen? Folding screen? Anyway, thought coupla those'd hide whatever... this is.

[appealingavarice]

A screen would probably help, but I'm not sure what it would do about the, uh, sound effects. [Yeah, Greed's not anywhere near ready to stop smirking about this.] Did you seriously just ask me over for interior design advice, or what else is going on here? Some reason you're so opposed to the idea of getting laid?

[oversight]

It's not what's happenin', it's who it's happenin' with.

[An emphatic gesture to Crowley's ghost and then Blake's struggling to pull a large screen from his closet.]

Can you gimme a hand here?

[appealingavarice]

I can. [But what's the magic word, Blake?]

Think I've seen this guy around. He just not your thing, or do I need to kick his ass or something?

[It's a completely reasonable question, as far as Greed's concerned. If this is about disliking him, rather than just not wanting him, it's entirely possible that there's been a problem that merits an ass-kicking.]

[oversight]

[He looks to Greed.]

Please.

[It's equal parts magic word and disbelief at the idea Greed's suggesting. Another tug from the closet and he's got the damn thing halfway out.]

Nothin's my thing. Decidedly not lookin' for things. 'Specially right now.

[appealingavarice]

[Was that so hard? Greed comes over to the closet and grabs the edge of one of the panels, taking some of the weight of the screen.]

What's especially about it? Are you the old-fashioned type who doesn't date outside your universe?

[oversight]

[A couple more good tugs and the first one's free of the closet. Blake upends the screen and begins spreading the panels to block off the ghosts from the rest of his room.]

Greed, I'm livin' in Wonderland. Got illusions in my room, a dragon livin' down the hall. This place likes tryin' to kill us on a regular basis.

Sounds like some bad timin' to me.

[appealingavarice]

[Greed's just going to hold his end of it steady, while giving Blake a skeptical look.] There is no timing, there's want or don't want. And I don't know what the dragon's got to do with anything unless you think it's gonna sit at the foot of the bed like a dog and make everything awkward.

[oversight]

What? No, that's not— [Augh, why are you so frustrating, Greed? Blake finishes spreading the screen and it's not perfect, but it'll do for most of the first half.

He steps back to the closet for the second and doen't bother to explain himself again.]

Point bein', this ain't exactly the kinda place you wanna lose your head. Gotta keep it in all this crap.

[So wise.]

[appealingavarice]

[Funny, Greed could ask you the same question. He's never had much patience with excuses for not pursuing what you want.]

You're worried about getting caught with your pants down? With all the notice we get, that's about the only thing that's not going to happen.

[Still, he comes over to help with the other screen as soon as enough of it is out to justify two people.]

[oversight]

[The help is much appreciated, as evidenced by the tight smile on Blake's face. But he's still disturbed, still distressed, and the implications are what's getting to him.]

Just... worried. This feels diff'rent somehow, right? Feels like there's somethin' more, but then—

[His eyes follow those ghosts for just one telltale second before Blake's returning his attention squarely to Greed. This is pretty candid for him.]

Shit like this spooks me. Always been a bit freaked by that kinda manifest destiny bullshit. Not a superstitious man, but... yeah.

[I mean, have you seen Inception? All it takes is a seed of a notion to grown an idea. A decidedly bad idea, in this case.]

[appealingavarice]

[In fact he has not, but he does understand worrying about free will and shit like that and the penny visibly drops, wiping the last of the smarminess from Greed's expression.]

Call it more advance warning, then, if you don't want it. But if you do want something, I'm not listening to any crap about can't or shouldn't, all right?

[oversight]

[Blake's able to maneuver the second screen mostly into place, and in that time, he's silent as he spreads the panels and covers over the image that's been dogging him pretty hard. When he's finished, he looks at his friend and wipes the back of his hand across his face in sort of a half-unconscious motion.]

You think I look like a guy that's wantin' for much?

[Truthfully, there are a great many things he shouldn't and can't have and thus does not. And he knows that's important, even if Greed's saying it's not as important as the desire itself.]

Pretty sure Wonderland's got it all.

[So much ruefulness.]

[appealingavarice]

Yeah. [Seriously, was that a trick question?] You're breathing. Anyone who doesn't want something they don't have is either dead or lying.