entrancelogs | Hey, brother, what you thinking? Leave that old record spinning...

Who: Napstablook, a closed starter, and YOU!
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: probably won't get higher than PG-13, will update with any needed cw
Summary: GHOST is the face of the resistance spy GLAMOUR. They deliver messages from the elusive spy, be it information or warnings. NAPSTABLOOK is a human with a habit of snooping around where the don't belong. Will match any format.
The Story:

ONE: RESISTANCE [ACTION]

You follow the address you were handed between hushed whispers to a hotel room. You knock twice, wait three seconds, and knock once more as instructed. The door opens and standing in the entryway is Ghost, in their signature white tux, long platinum hair draped past their shoulders. They're much shorter than you expected. "i heard you would be dropping by..... come in, make yourself at home...."

TWO: ANTI-HUMAN [NETWORK]

It looks like a pop-up ad at first. A window opens, but it's not a browser window, and you can't close it. The human on the screen tips their white satin top hat, expressionless. "hello... i am the entity known as ghost... i'm from the human resistance, and i have a warning..."

THREE: WILD CARD

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Threaded | Flat

[Frisk isn't what you would call anti-human, or anti-mutant. They endeavor to maintain peace between both parties, with limited success. But something pops up on their phone, and it takes their breath away for a moment.

The entity known as Ghost. They've heard of them. This might not be personalized, but they can't risk it anyway. They're just outside one of those big important government buildings they end up around, and they duck around the corner, try to find a spot without surveillance.]

You're the one they call Ghost?

A thud jostles Napstablook awake. They roll over, trying to go back to sleep. A floorboard creaks and their eyes snap open. they quickly grab for their glasses, getting out of bed and creeping to their bedroom door, silently opening the door. Out of the reflection in a window, they see movement in their kitchen. Their heartbeat jumps but they breathe slow, quietly shutting their door and locking it. They lean against the door, straining to listen.

No one could know that they live here, they made sure. It must be a burglary. They can wait it out in their room.

"Looks like our Ghost is a fan of mettaton" they hear, softly whispered and is met with a soft scoff of laughter. Their heart drops in their chest and they quickly but silently move to grab their phone. They take it with them into their closet, hands shaking as they call their bodyguard. They numbly wonder how much a house call will cost as the phone rings.

[Bill isn't anti-human as much as he simply isn't for them. Kind of happens when that's what you are, but it helps to be against your own kind when you've had a lifetime of faking mutant status to get up in the world. Truth is humans and mutants both can all rot in hell. Bill has only ever been out himself. The blonde quirks a brow when the message pops up, grin stretching unnaturally wide.]

"OH, GOOD! LOVE THOSE!"

[If Napstablook is talking, Bill isn't listening, instead taking a second to over-enthusiastically start plucking fliers out of the trash.]

"WE got FORECLOSURE NOTICES, demands to report for DNA testing, uh, missed opportunity to meet? JOB SECURITY CITATIONS, I'm 'OUT for YER LIFE, YOU DIRTY SCUMBAG' WARNINGS- THE WORKS!"

[He flutters them all over his monitor for him to see.]

"Y'KNOW. Think I might just start FRAMING and COLLECTING THEM! So ya better gimme something NEW here, GHOSTIE; you got a LOTTA competition!"

network!

Closed to Bucky Barnes | (You're gonna come undone)

[Anti-human network] (I love this song btw! <333)