Case #49: Video

[19centconstable]

[George makes his way through a dark hallway, his comm held in front of him, filming and illuminating his face as he walks. The result isn't quite night vision, but it's similar. It is 2am, and George speaks gravely, but excitedly.]

My name is George Crabtree. I have always believed in ghosts, because my aunt once...well, it's a rather long story, involving my uncle and a jacket, and I will recount it some other time. I am currently aboard the...spaced station whose name I can not pronounce, which appears to have gone into some sort of lock down. Approximately one hour ago, I found myself plagued by a feeling of unease, and a series of unexplained voices, so I have set out on a quest in the hopes of capturing what I have heard on my communicator. I am joined only by my fellow Barge inhabitants who chose to disembark at this port, although I am not entire sure whom that is or where they might be. I can only hope that they do not creep up behind me in the dark, as that would be terribly startling. Nevertheless, I vow to spend the entire night traversing these highly active paranormal hallways. With any luck, I will capture some sort of irrefutable evidence of haunting, and in the process have a rollicking adventure. ...Perhaps, some kind of "ghost adventure"...

[George smiles at his own ingenuity, but a sound from off-screen causes him to freeze, and breathlessly ask:]

Ohmygoodness. What was that?


[George is wandering the station's hallways. Feel free to contact him via comm, or run into him in person and become part of his raw, extreme, Barge Adventures. TALKING LOUDLY.]

Comments

[nolongerhollow]

[This is the man who graduated his blood-brother. It stirs something in him that hasn't woken up in a while.]

George. What is your location? Do you require assistance?

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[19centconstable]

[George jumps when the message comes through his comm.]

Gah!

[He clutches his chest and pants.]

Mr. Dracula. Did you hear that? Are you getting this?

[He glances around him.]

I'm...in a hallway... It's very dark.

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[nolongerhollow]

He's lost.

My nose is as a bloodhound's. I will find you. Not every undead being is as friendly as I and you might need backup.

Narvin, I assume you are monitoring. I will signal my location when George is found.

[His voice is growing stronger by the word.]

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[socoolbrewster]

...You do know he's a human, right? Where's the fire?

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[19centconstable]

The spirits have set something on fire?!?!?!?

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[nolongerhollow]

He's a friend. That's all I need.

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[19centconstable]

[George whirls around.]

Did something just scratch me???

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[19centconstable]

...no. No it didn't. I must have been mistaken.

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[nolongerhollow]

[There's the sound of running feet and a whoosh]

I'm on my way. Don't let it lead you anywhere where you cannot see your footing.

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[timesbureaucrat]

Of course I'm monitoring. [Creeper creeper.]

Let me know if you need back up. They don't seem to be hostile so far, but who knows how long that might last.

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[19centconstable]

I do hope that these ones have faces.

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[nolongerhollow]

[Drac guessed because he would do the exact same thing!]

Excellent. So far so good. If the situation is uneventful I will reconvene as soon as I am done here.

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[notafuckingnut]

...You can hear them too?

[THANK GOD. He knew they were there, but it's nice to get validation for it.]

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[19centconstable]

WHO SAID THAT???

Oh. Oh goodness. It was only you. Are you recording this?

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[notafuckingnut]

...No shit it's me, who else would I be?

[...Don't answer that.]

I'm not recording it, no; it's bad enough hearing it now without having to listen to it again later. You think they're ghosts?

[Sooo doubtful; he hears voices without bodies...often enough to be less fazed by it than most, usually they're just in the walls though.]

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[19centconstable]

More than that: I suspect them to be space ghosts.

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[notafuckingnut]

Do they travel across the country?

[ Spam - which is hard to type while giggling constantly, thanks ]

[surfaceshine]

[Okay, so for the most part, Dean was ignoring this entire transmission while he had a look around himself; then the last bit reminds the hunter that sometimes, dealing with civilians is part of the job. He's about to click on his own feed when he realizes he can hear the constable's voice somewhere nearby, so he just follows that instead.]

Hey! [He calls ahead of himself, just in case the other guy is armed; too many encounters with armed rookies nearly ending in having his face shot off have made him cautious when approaching them mid-ghosthunt.] Take it down a notch, Grant, I'm coming around the corner.

[ Spam - Oh, you're welcome.]

[19centconstable]

[George spins in a circle. Luckily, he is too Canadian to be armed.]

Is someone here with me? I've heard you! Were you a man or a woman? Who is Grant; did he die in this hallway?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[One never knows. Dean eases into sight, hands held down at his side, eyebrows both raised.]

Never mind. Dude, seriously, I am not a woman. You okay?

Re: [ Spam ]

[19centconstable]

[George almost looks disappointed that Dean is not a ghost woman.]

I am, yes. I was just attempting to provoke a response from the spirits. What about yourself?

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Wow, is he asking someone to sneak up on him or what?

Frost starts creeping up the walls along with the smell of human blood. And some nice cold fog.]

Spam

[19centconstable]

[George wraps an arm around himself and shivers.]

Is...someone there?

[Air-conditioning is that you?]

Spam

[darknessb4me]

George...

[The voice comes from NOWHERE. And when I say nowhere I mean Arthas is around the corner.]

Spam

[19centconstable]

[George spins around.]

Spirits? How did you know my name?